Thank You For Giving Me What’s Mine

“I can’t breathe…”

I know it’s a lie. I know you can breathe just fine as I look at you, grabbing you by the scalp and pulling back, grinning as you scream, bending down to your knees and look at me, trembling. Lips the color of blood, your body held tight in a corset the shade of rose-pedals, beautiful blue-green eyes filled with fear, excitement, confusion.

You want to run away and you want to stop. You shudder as you look at me before I slap you, causing you to look away as I release your hair.

“Stand up,” I say as you slowly raise yourself. Your breath is hitched, quick. I look down at you.

The rose-colored corset is almost tied. I pull the laces tighter as you let out a soft yelp, quivering as I tie the laces before stepping back to take a look at you, smiling at your beauty.

Clipped near the top of the single braid of your long, auburn hair is a rose whose white pedals have been dyed black. Your slender, pale neck has a heavy, black, locked collar which you can’t remove without a key.

Your curves show beautifully, from your large bust that calls for lips and a tongue, to your waist, held in tight by your garb. Leading down to thick, wide, gorgeous, feminine hips, down to a pair of panties without the crotch, the lips of your labia spreading out from the slit like the pedals of a flower. From your corset come a pair of garters which trail down your beautiful, strong thighs to a pair of thigh-high socks, striped in black and red, leading all the way down to your shining, black heels.

I smile, brushing your hair as you look at me, quivering.

“How is your new corset?” I ask, looking at you as you shiver at my gaze. I can tell you’re nervous, but you also bloom at my attention. Just looking at you can tell me how your heart races.

“Your doll…” you swallow, gathering your courage. “Your doll thanks you for dressing it up,” you say.

I approach you, slipping a hand behind you, bending you down. You yelp slightly, losing your balance. Your body shakes under me, but you do not fall. I will not let you fall. I have you, and I support your weight with one hand, and I lean in, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “Good girl,” I say, before I lift you back onto your feet, circling around you.

You can hear nothing for a moment. You try to glance back. “Don’t turn,” calls my voice. You face forward, swallowing, feeling the weight of my collar on your neck as your heart races.

Before an instant passes, you feel soft blows to the back of your calves and drop to your knees with only a whimper, facing downwards. “Good girl,” I say. You feel my hand on your head, patting you in praise.

Your arms are jerked back, and suddenly you feel rope begin to slip around your wrists. When you try to turn back to see what I’m doing, your entire world is shaken as my open hand strikes your cheek, sending your world into a startled spiral.

Your head goes numb as you feel your arms bound, and your head is jerked back by your hair. You shake your head, whimper. “Please,” you whisper in lustful desperation. I don’t know if you’re begging me to please stop or please keep going, and neither do you as I slip the braid of your hair into the rope that binds your hands, forcing you to keep your back arched, to keep your head back or to suffer. Grabbing you by the rope that binds your hands I force you to stand or tear your own hair out as you whimper, shuddering.

“Please,” you whisper. For mercy, or for more? You won’t say. You can’t say because you’re asking for both. The scared little girl in you wants to run away. The strong woman inside of you wants to be pleasured sexually. The animal wants to be taken and fucked and filled.

When I bend you over my bed and you squirm, I growl, slapping you on the thighs. “Spread,” I say.

You shift, clenching your thighs tight for a minute as you fight yourself, before spreading them. You feel a pause, before suddenly an electrical feeling of pleasure comes through you as you feel me kiss your pussy.

“Aaa…” you moan as I begin to lick the inside of your cunt, as I wrap my tongue in your taste. Before long I stop licking the inside of your pussy and begin to tease your clit with just the tip of my tongue as you moan.

“Please…” you say, quivering. I know you’re afraid of oral, you’re afraid you don’t taste good, but again you don’t want me to stop. You can’t want me to stop. You shudder and squirm, trying to look back farther for a moment before letting out a yelp as you feel your own scalp cry out in punishment for trying to move your head.

“Oh gods… Oh gods,” You feel my finger slip deep into your pussy as my tongue licks your clit, as the nerves your sexual organs send messages of pleasure, of heat, energy and light running all through your body. You pant hard, your thoughts going numb. You want it. You want more.

You want to feel yourself full of hot, sticky cum, and you grind hard against my finger, moaning.

“That’s it,” I say, moaning as I lick your clit, feeling your pussy spasm and tighten around my finger. “You know what I want,” you hear me say.

I want your cum, is what my voice in your head says, you know the message I’m telling you. Your body clenches, spasming, as your breath is caught in the corset and in your throat and you open your mouth to scream while your pussy explodes, tightening and soaking my finger and my face.

No sound comes out as you scream silently, breathlessly, your head going light as your vision fades, leaving only desire and animal lust.

Your entire body, all of your senses are numb before you feel flesh, hot and pulsing slide into your exposed pussy, sliding between the lips of your labia and you let out a groan and a cry as your still shuddering pussy clenches around my cock desperately while you feel my hands on your shoulders, my nails digging into your flesh.

“Oh god,” you mumble as your pussy begins to pulse even harder, clench even tighter against my bare flesh, as the room is filled with our flesh colliding. You can’t breathe, choked by the tight corset, by the tight collar, by the pleasure that runs through you as your head feels light. My nails in your shoulders only pull you harder onto me.

You try to struggle with your hands, try to grab something for mercy, but there is no mercy. You can’t escape, you can’t even hold on or push away as your nails dig into their opposite hand and you let out more and more cries as your pussy clenches me like a vice, as more explosions of pleasure rip through you, as your body glistens with sweat and your cum lubricates and soaks me.

“Yes, that’s it, cum all over my cock. That’s right,” I growl and command. Not that I need to command. I just need to fuck you senseless, and you’re already almost senseless, helpless and loving every moment. The little girl that wants to run has been silenced, as has the strong woman who wants to be pleasured.

All you are now is an animal, being taken violently, roughly, and completely dominated by her mate as he pounds away inside of you, and fills you up.

Yes, yes, please, yes, is what you want to say, but you can’t. You can’t even make any words as you struggle. Bound. Underneath me. Feeling my cock grow hotter, harder, as I pound you harder and faster, as your heart in your chest aches and beats and

Your pussy suddenly feels so much more full and you let out a scream as I fill you with cum. I drive myself harder, faster, more viciously into your flesh I fill your pussy to the very brim with hot, sticky, white seed as you let out a scream, your body clenching tight, squeezing and milking me without asking you if you want it.

Because you do.

Every part of you wants this right now.

You don’t know how long it lasts. Your senses fade in and out, but after a few minutes, or maybe hours, or maybe days, or maybe months, or maybe years, you feel my hands wrapped around you. My torso resting on your back, or rather on your hands, your hair pulled from the bondage but your hands still bound behind your back as I cuddle up to you, my cock still filling you, still holding my cum inside of you without letting it escape.

We remain that way, nearly breathless and bent over my bed for longer than you can contemplate before I start grinding inside of you again.

Just that is enough to make your sated desire stir and shudder, and I feel you grind back against me. Slowly, I stand up and reach down, beginning to undo the rope binding your hands before pulling them up, pulling you up into a standing position while I start beginning to thrust rather than merely grinding.

Your pussy is full, wet, soaked, and tired, but it twitches, sending a feeling of both sore contentment and desire, of wanting, wanting even more seed if I can give it to you.

You want it all. Your body wants all my seed, and I can feel it from the way you squeeze me, trying to milk me for more.

So I thrust inside of you, more and more while taking your hands, wrapping my fingers in you as I pound you. While I fuck you, and use you, and while your body takes from me.

Our bodies know. Our bodies know, and our instincts know that you belong to me, that you are my toy, but at the same time, my seed is yours. My cum, my genes belong to you, and they belong to your body, and your body knows what to do with it as you stand up and begin to grind into me, pressing your hips and ass into me, using me to support your weight as your legs are exhausted, sore from cumming and your balance is weakened by the heels.

Holding your hands up, forcing you to stand straight, I hold your hands as if I were a tender, sweeter lover as I continue to fuck you, pulling some of our cum out of you and splattering it all over your ass and my thighs, covering us in our own juices, covering us in sweat and semen and all sorts of other symbols of our rough, violent, animal lust and love.

You turn back while I take you from behind, and our lips meet. Our lips meet and our breath crosses, mixes, twirls as your lips pull eachother in and press against eachother, our tongues teasing and twirling. I keep fucking you, keep pounding you, my tired cock wanting more and more from your body, wanting more from the body that belongs to me.

Before long, I push you down again, but lift your legs, pulling you onto the bed, taking you from behind. My hands dig into your hips, fingertips gripping hard, almost violently as I use your curves as a handle, pulling your ass back into me as you let out another cry.

This rough treatment sends desire through you as you feel the beast that I’ve become, letting your body do exactly as it desires, squeezing my cock and as it throbs inside of you. It’s exhaustion fades as you feel me throbbing and pulsing harder and harder, building up more and more heat in your body. But you want more. So in desperation you reach down, beginning to finger your own clit, fingering yourself.

You feel pleasure run through you which spikes every time I take you to the hilt, every time your soft fingers stroke your nub, spikes of desire and pleasure completely overwhelming your mind.

You cum, covering me in more of your juices.

You cum again, exploding all over me, clenching my cock and forcing it to become even harder and hotter in your pussy.

You cum again, demanding my flesh for even more of my seed, demanding that I give it all to you and demanding that I fuck you harder.

So when you feel my hands gripping you harder, hard enough to bruise and I begin to fuck you with reckless abandon like a sex toy, you scream, you let out a cry, ripping through the breathless silence and overtaking the violent sounds of our bodies slamming eachother as you feel my body tighten and hear me growling in your ear.

When you feel me explode inside of you again, send another surge of semen running through you, you let out a scream. Your world goes white. There is no breath, no air, only this feeling of me filling you up, this feeling of me leaving absolute heat and a piece of myself inside of you as your body goes numb.

You’re overwhelmed. All of your senses go white as you begin to sob in joy, rapture, desire, in every emotion as your mind is completely consumed by the satisfaction of a beast which got everything that it wanted, your head falling forward.

“Ahhhnnn…” you let out a moan as my hands grasp yours softly, gently, and our fingers interlace themselves and you groan, your tired pussy still squeezing my cock as I rest inside of you, drape myself over you and protect you.

Feeling the warmth of my cum, you try to make a sound. “Nnn…” you can’t make even a single syllable, but I know what you said.

Thank you, Master, for giving me your seed. Thank you for giving me what is mine.

Breathless; An instant in eroticism

My hand lashes out. Your entire body shudders, the wind fleeing your lungs as your back hits the wall. Your shadowed eyes face upwards and lock with mine, defiance filling them as I slip my knee between your legs, grinding between your legs.

My hand on your throat tightens, as a tiny gasp escapes your lips, fear flashing in your eyes before willpower returns as you stare me down. My hand clenches hard as I grind against you, your face flickering through a hundred expressions.

As I replace my knee with my other hand, fingering your clit while holding you up, you try your hardest not to groan, your eyes fading from determination to pain, to nervousness, to submission. You bite your lip. Your fists clench and unclench, your body shudders, your eyes lose focus.

You squirm and fight and your eyes lose their focus as you lose all breath, your entire body fading, shuddering, buckling as an orgasm builds in your body, your hands weakly reaching out and grasping me.

When you lose control, when you hit your climax, as you let out a silent scream and dig your nails hard into my naked flesh, you fall, and I move my hand from your neck to hold you up, to keep you from collapsing, as you cling to me in desperation, in passion, in pleasure.

Hair; An instant of eroticism

Beyond description, I love your hair, hair that shines like it was weaved from gold.

 

I love every part of you. Your curves, your eyes, your lips, your breasts, and your pale skin. But the golden hair that trails all the way to your knees is beyond admiration, it’s beyond love. I worship your hair.

 

So when you tell me you’re getting a haircut tomorrow, I frown, but I accept it.

 

That night, when we make love, I worship your curves by grabbing them tight. That night, I worship your eyes by staring into them. That night, I worship your lips by slipping tongue between them. That night, I worship your breasts by gently suckling them. That night, I worship your pale skin by tracing my fingers along it. And that night, I worship your long hair by brushing it.

 

When brushing phases into massaging, when I’ve kissed you, pushed you down softly, entered you from behind, I worship your hair again by grabbing it hard at the scalp. I worship you by grabbing your hip with one hand and pulling up on your hair and pulling your flesh back onto me.

 

Tomorrow your hair will be gone, and because I won’t have another chance, I grab your hair with both hands, turning it around your head several times and wrapping it tight around your neck until it chokes you, and I refuse to let go as I pound you. I pound you hard while choking, but don’t struggle or fight; you just cum.

 

And cum.

 

And cum.

 

And cum.

 

And you cum so hard you stop moving.

 

 

 

Imagine how pleased I am when I come home the next day to find you covering up in nothing but your hair.

 

Your long, divine hair that trails all the way down to your knees.