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Archive name: master1.txt (Mdom/F, reluc, bdsm)
Authors name: Cuisinart13 (Anon-address)
Story title : Her Master - 2

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Her Master - 2 (Mdom/F, reluc, bdsm)
by Cuisinart13 (Anon-address)

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He stopped pounding her hole immediately. The once 
tender, bare folds of her female core now felt like 
hamburger meat, worse yet, flaming hamburger meat. He 
withdrew from her completely and she felt the tip 
slide out and graze her aching swollen clit. As much 
as she protested, she loved it when he took her 
roughly. The evidence of such now slowly traced it's 
way over the contours of her inner thigh.

She held her breath and gripped more tightly the 
toilet seat. She thought for sure she would find most 
of her nails broken off in the underside of the white 
ring. She felt a shiver travel through her body as 
she heard him exhale slowly, almost whistling as the 
air escaped his lungs.

His hand, still in her hair, tensed suddenly and 
forced her to turn and drop to her knees all in the 
same movement. His other hand touched just under her 
chin and pushed her gaze to his. He grinned, cold and 
cruel, the kind of grin that needs no words to 
explain the evil intent behind it. 

He let go of her hair but never broke eye contact. He 
grabbed the braided cord that was used to tie the 
shower curtain back and it slid easily from its hook 
and lay limp in his hand. It's pretty burgundy twists 
looked harmless, but she knew all to well how it bit 
into her wrists when she was tied with it. Refusing 
to bow her head but not liking the coldness in his 
gaze she closed her eyes and waited for whatever was 
to come next. The on thing she knew for certain, it 
wouldn't be her.

He looped the rope around her throat and then down 
her back to her wrists. She had to bend and arch till 
her shoulder blades resembled small wings in order to 
keep the pressure off her throat. The feel of his 
hand applying pressure to her throat was a thrill but 
this, he knew all to well, she did not like at all. 
He stood back and examined her as if admiring a 
sculpture.

He finally settled on the first flaw to correct. He 
reached down and with lightening speed ripped the 
shirt open in the front. He examined her, this time 
walking around her in slow circles trying to make up 
his mind what to add or subtract next.

First came the blindfold and then the nipple clamps 
biting into her aching erect nipples. He tightened 
them down till she whimpered. She may have been 
blinded but the rest of her senses became very attune 
to everything around, trying to find a hint as to 
what was in store next. 

She heard the metal slide from its leather sheath and 
found herself unable to swallow or breath from the 
wave of erotic fear that swept over her. He took his 
time cutting a little of the shirt off here, dragging 
the cold metal edge over bare flesh there, tormenting 
her most sensitive areas by poking them with the tip 
of the blade and dragging it around the area. He took 
his time slicing, and ripping the shirt from her 
body, because he took pleasure in her fear, but also 
in her obvious arousal.

He leaned in close to her shaking form, "I can smell 
your fear. I can almost taste your hesitant arousal 
in the air. My little fraidy cat is turned on by me 
doing this. ADMIT IT!" 

She remained silent while he shoved her face down 
into the floor, held her by the rope between her 
tormented shoulders, and the first lash of his belt 
found the smooth skin of her ass. Then she simply 
answered with her cries and squirming. She moved 
trying to avoid the lashes and only succeeded in the 
strap finding it's way between her legs. 

When her cries subsided to short quiet sobs, he 
rolled her over and forced his rock hard tool between 
her lips and resumed the pounding motion he had given 
her twat. Watching his cock disappear in and out of 
her mouth. He pulled her arms down so that her oxygen 
was cut off for a second and then let them go so she 
could catch her breath quickly only to repeat it 
again, and again, and again. He felt himself getting 
close and his little gasping slut did too.

She opened her mouth wider and doubled her efforts as 
best she could considering his rhythm. He was on the 
verge and she arched her neck so his load would glide 
down into her throat easily. He grabbed her throat 
and held it firmly as he pulled his cock out from 
between her swollen lips and shot his release all 
over her face.

He released her throat, wiped his cock off in her 
hair and left His slave lying in the bathroom floor 
until he finished his plans for her for the weekend.

Continued in Part 3...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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