helpless
Helpless, she let her wrists hang in her restraints. Sunk into her hips to support her legs she pressed her lower back against the wall behind her. Sweating, exhausted. Sex dripping down her leg. Sweat dripping down her cheeks. Tears falling onto her bare breasts.
The price she would pay for her transgression.
“You wanted your orgasm- you decided on your own to have it. Now you will have them for me.”
She had been bound there for hours. Helpless. It stopped being enjoyable after orgasm #4. Now she hurt. Now her calves were aching from being on her toes. Her arms were burning despite being able to hang them in the restraints over her head, and her clit was on fire. In between the crop and the vibrator, she was merely his flesh to abuse. She was sorry, very sorry. No, the fast and functional orgasm she took without permission was not worth this.
He picked up the vibrator again- and she didn’t even protest. She was exhausted. Her skin was on fire. Her cheeks and breasts so raw from the beating that even her own gentle fluids felt like fire. When he pressed it against her exposed pussy, forcing her to orgasm number…. she had lost count an hour ago… it felt worse than the crop. He stood close to her, reaching beneath her legs and pushing three fingers into her pussy, pressing on her gspot, hard, bruising. Scratching.
“You gave this to me, slut. Will you use it again without permission?”
Her voice was lost, she couldn’t speak. He knew her answer. Something in her body sparked and she thought perhaps she begged her body for one more orgasm before the darkness engulfed her and she slipped out of consciousness. She closed her eyes, and felt it, burning from the tips of his fingers in side her, connecting to the numbing vibrations. Down her legs and up her spine. She opened her mouth and barely made a sound as a rush of wetness ran down her masters hands. She was gasping for breath, her head was spinning and the darkness was taking her.
She felt him in her middle space, quickly releasing her hands and catching her as she collapsed in his arms.
Helpless.
Written for the #Journaling Game, based on the phrase “helpless”.
Excellent, was hooked after “…now you will have them for me.” What a buildup.
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