He kisses me hard against the door of our bedroom. He forcefully starts ripping my clothes off. He is being so aggressive. I can hardly catch a breath in between kisses. He's removed my button up shirt and managed to break off buttons that I will later have to sew back on. He then quickly removes the camisole I was wearing underneath it. I attempt to remove the shirt he's wearing but as soon as my hands touch him, he slaps them hard. I gasp at the hit.
"Don't," he says sharply as he holds me by neck and looks into my eyes. I drop my hands and avert my eyes.
He moves his hand from my neck softy to my cheek. He pulls me into a sweet, loving kiss for just a few seconds.
"Are you ready, slave?" he whispers.
"Yes, Master," I breathe.
He moves his hand from my cheek to the back of my head and fills his fist with my hair. He then forcefully turns me around, unhooks my bra, and then throws me face down on the bed. My pants and underwear are still on but from the waist up, I am completely exposed. I lie there face down waiting to see what he has me do.
I feel a hand on my shoulder. He flips me over so that I am on my back. He takes both of my hands and puts them above my head. He removes his belt and uses it to tie my hands to the bars of the bed frame.
He is right on top of me. I can feel his eyes on me. I don't look at him because I know I'm not supposed to, even though I am tempted. But he's always looking at me. Because he knows how much it makes me nervous. He loves seeing me blush and struggle to not make eye contact. I want to look at him so badly. I want to see all the power I've given up appear on his face. Every bit of my well-being is now with him. He is my Master. So all I can do, all I want to do, is just close my eyes and take what he gives me.
After my hands are bound, he yanks on a handful of my hair. My face scrunches at the sudden pain.
"Speak to me, slave. Are you my little slut?"
"Yes, Master."
I get a hard slap across my face.
"What was that, slave?" he says in a sharp tone.
"I am your little slut, Master," I correct myself.
"That's right. Beg for me to fuck your throat, slut."
I love when he makes me beg and I get to be at my absolute lowest.
"Please, Master. Shove your giant cock down my throat so I can gag and choke on you until I can't breathe."
As I'm saying this, he unzips his pants and masturbates to my pleas.
"Beg more," he commands.
"Please, Master, let me suck on your dick like a good little slut."
"I'm still not convinced."
"Please, Master! I want to run my tongue all over your length and I want you to fuck my face until I'm crying and coughing for air. Please, Master fuck my mouth and let me be your filthy little slave!"
"Good girl," he says with a smile.
My mouth is already open as he sits himself on my chest. He holds my head in his big strong hands and slowly inserts the tip into my mouth. I work with my tongue. I go in different directions. I was blessed with the talent of being able to roll my tongue so I be sure to put the ability to use for him. I'm ready for more length now. I lick my lips so the are super wet and pucker them so it'll feel nice and tight for him. Then I slowly take him into my mouth. I go back and forth a few times.
"Ohh, that's right, slave. You know how Master likes it," he says.
I take pride in his moans. The sounds that I am causing him to make. I love his words of praise. I love knowing that I'm being a good slave and that I'm serving him exactly how he wants. Suddenly, he pulls out of my mouth and tightly grabs my hair yet again.
"Time for Master to get more rough. Got that, slave?"
I nod. "Yes, I do, Master."
"Good."
He shoves his cock down my throat without warning. He is still tightly gripping my hair. He uses his grip to jerk my head back and forth. I can hardly breathe with his entire length down my throat. The struggle for air and the pain on my head makes my eyes tear up. I start making gagging and coughing noises. Hearing my struggle excites him more. He puts his other hand around my neck and now has complete control of my head. He uses his grip of my hair and neck to forcefully move my head back and forth and fuck my mouth even more aggressively. My legs are kicking off and on. My eyes are shut tight but tears are coming out and streaming down my face. Saliva is coming out of mouth and down my chin onto his hand. Hands bound, eyes shut, mouth full. I am completely powerless.
"Master's almost there, slave."
He changes his hand placements. He moves one hand from my hair to my forehead and moves the other one from my neck to the center of my chest. He's no longer moving me back and forth. Now he's holding me down completely still. The only movement is him. He continues to fuck my mouth faster and faster. I intensify it for him with my tongue and continue to let out muffled cries. His hands tighten and I know he's close. I hear his breathing speed up. And he keeps going. He's dominating my face harder..and harder...and harder....
and there it is. I taste his finish all inside my mouth. He pulls out. I swallow everything and then try to regulate my breathing at last.
I let out a breathy, "Thank you, Master..."
He frees my hands and then I let my body fall into relaxation. I lay there teary eyed, messy mouth, fucked up hair and Master lays down beside me. I feel his hand take my chin and turn my face to his. I am finally allowed to look at him. Among the heavy breathing, he gives me smile.
"Good job. I'm so proud of you, little one," he says looking straight into my watery eyes before planting a kiss on my scandalous mouth.
I smile back. There I am looking an absolute mess. And yet I know to him, I am beautiful. I am the perfect little slave he wants me to be. And I couldn't be happier.
He pulls me up close to him and oh so carefully strokes my hair and massages my head. He gives me lots of kisses where he so violently pulled on. No more force. Just peace and love and comfort. I start to drift off to sleep in his arms and then he whispers,
"And you will be rewarded soon."