I stopped a conversation with my slave last night with some aggressive fingering. It completely interrupted her train of thought, and she forgot all about what she was trying to say. It wasn't long before she was asking permission to cum.
"Beg for me, whore,"
"Please, Master? Please may I cum? Please?" she begged, breathlessly.
I let her agonize over stopping herself from having an orgasm for a couple of minutes, then I gave her permission. Her orgasm was intense; she arched her back, squeezed my arm, and couldn't breathe until it was over. I didn't stop. I kept fingering her until she had a second orgasm.
"That one wasn't as intense."
I wasn't taking that one lightly. I grabbed her by the hair and put her hand behind her back, and I walked her back to the bedroom. I pulled her pants down, smacked her ass, then turned her around and pushed her onto the bed. I pushed her legs up, went down on her, and sucked her clit into my mouth, clamping down on it with my teeth, then rubbing it between my tongue and the back of my teeth. I let it go and sucked it in and out of my mouth, flicking it with my tongue all the while.
"Master, may I cum? Master, please, please may I cum? Please?" she begged.
"No."
I got up and went over to the toy bag. I got out the bondage mittens and the Wartenberg wheel. I set the wheel between her tits and slid the bondage mittens over her hands. I put the locks on the wrist restraints, then I used the rings on the ends to lock them together with a third padlock. I took the Wartenberg wheel into my hand and started rolling it down her inner thighs. She jerked and moaned as the needles poked her tender flesh. I rolled it over her labia, over her clit, on her abdomen, on the underside of her tits, over her nipples.
Then, I had her stick out her tongue.
I rolled it over her tongue, and her reaction made it clear that she didn't like it, but she also was not saying her safe word. I enjoyed the reaction immensely, so I did it again. She winced and whimpered, but she took it like a good little slave.
I went down on her a second time, bringing her to the brink of orgasm again, and again, I refused her. I ran the wheel over her flesh again, bit her on the belly and her thighs, and went down on her a third time. I let her beg for permission for around two minutes, then I said, "Cum for me, slut." She gushed.
While I was giving her clit oral attention, I noticed that she was having some luck with sliding the bondage mittens off. They usually don't move at all. I did not tighten them enough. I told her to try to get out, and she did with some effort. I immediately pinned her arms to the bed, and said, "You might get out of those, but you're still helpless, aren't you, little whore?"
"I can't move."
"No, you can't. There's nothing you can do about me fucking you." With that, I shoved my cock into her wet hole, and while I fucked her, I told her, "Stick out your tongue."
With a look of reluctance but without hesitation, she obeyed, and I ran the wheel over her tongue.
"You don't like that, do you?"
"Not very much, no."
"But I love the reaction. It's so hot to watch you and hear you whimper. Stick out your tongue."
She obeyed. Winced. Moaned and squealed a bit. And her wetness spread. She was so fucking wet. She might not have enjoyed the feeling of those tiny spikes rolling across her tongue, but she certainly enjoyed me making her obey.
"Again."
Again, she obeyed. And again, and again, as I thrust my cock hard into her soaking wet cunt. I eventually put down the wheel and choked her while I fucked her, then released, then took the pillow and put it over her face. She turned her head and found space to breathe, so I wrapped the pillow around her head to give her nowhere to go. The helplessness, the inevitability of acceptance of her suffocation, the panic displayed as she clawed at the pillow and struggled, and her incredible wetness all made the orgasm surge in me. I came hard inside of her and released her head from the pillow before she could tap out.
I laid down next to her, stroking her hair, rubbing her back and her ass (which was coated with her wetness in part), and I said, "You may not have enjoyed the wheel on your tongue, but you loved obeying me. You were so wet."
"That wheel was uncomfortable."
"Yes, but as you said yourself, a slave's life is not about comfort."
"I did love the intensity, and I love it when you make me obey."
We enjoyed laying naked next to each other for awhile, then we went to clean up.
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