Blog : She needs it

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4/28/2009 5:51 am

She needs it

You have been waiting for this, He tells her. He takes her by the shoulders and turns her so she lay face-down on the bed, in the pillows, her ass in the air. He binds her hands behind her back with the scarf she had worn in her hair. Soft silk tied very tight.

This is because you need it, He murmurs, smacking her ass with a leather strap. She knows what He means. She knows He is right. She does need this, she desires this, craves this, almost more than the fucking she knows will follow later.

You know how these things are, He says and she moans into the soft down pillows beneath her lips. Yes, she knows how these things are. She gave herself to this, she surrendered the necessary parts. She turned over the keys to her body--to her soul--long ago.

These are the things you desire, He chuckles softly, teasing her clit with the strap. She writhes in response, crying out against the pillows. Yes, she wants to scream. Yes, I do desire these things. The hand against my cheek, the strap against my ass, your fingers deep within my snatch, your prick between my thighs.

I delight in hearing your pain, He whispers, slamming the strap down against the soft flesh of her cheeks, trailing the tail end down to tease her moist cunt. She pushes her ass further into the air, begging for more, screaming for less. She can feel her nipples as they harden, rubbing on the wrinkles of the sheets as her punishment consumes her.

You will give me everything, He says, stopping the lashes that fall against her smooth white flesh. She can barely nod her head; she knows only the searing pain that radiates outward from her bare buttocks. She revels silently in the moist heat between the lips of her cunt. She knows that she has no choice, not anymore. She will give everything as she always does. To Him. To her Master.

You are my precious bitch, He tells her as He slides one finger into the pink folds. She can feel her pussy juices flowing as He probes, softly swirling in her exotic little garden, moving slowly, carefully missing that sacred spot--the one that cries out to be touched, to be fondled, rubbed, to be worshipped as the temple of ecstasy that it is.

I know you want me to pleasure you, but... He trails off. She knows that she will only receive pleasure when He desires. When He says. When He wishes. She writhes against His probing fingers, hoping that her efforts will accelerate her climax. He has anticipated this and removes His fingers and instead slams His cupped hand against her ass cheeks.

I do so love to hear you scream, He tells her in a stern, but pleased voice. She is screaming, because there is so much pain, but because she wants pleasure, because He is holding back her release and the tension is driving her wild. She can feel the rising heat on her face, the pressure of her clitoris tugging against the fabric of her will. She wants to cum, god, she wants to...

But you won't cum, now will you dear? He whispers, suddenly moving in close to her ear. No! No! she wails, although she wishes it were otherwise. She knows she must resort to begging; she of her proud will, her strong controlling nature. She must do this, lower herself or she knows she will go insane. Please? she murmurs softly.

Please? He asks. She can hear the satisfaction in His voice. He likes to hear her beg, He likes to know that He can break her. Break her. Yes, that is exactly what He does to her, continually, on an ongoing basis, through words, through slight actions and through this discipline. This training. Please? she says louder. Her clit throbs between her legs. Master, please, please, please?

Ah, now my little bitch is ready to beg for my attentions. Such a good bitch, but I will not be so kind, not yet, He says, still probing. His fingers have found her anus as well and she groans as they massage the smooth flesh from both sides. She finds herself riding His fingers, fucking His fingers, moaning loud like a . Begging. Through word and deed, riding, begging for release.

You are so so close are you not, my dear? He says sweetly. This is the moment, the moment when all breaking comes, when she melts into her phase, where the words start to flow, where the release is so close and yet He dangles it gently in front of her, knowing full well that she wouldn't dare to cum without permission. She hates Him for it.

Come on, my pet, say it. Tell me what you are thinking, He urges her. She writhes against His now still fingers. Her torment builds. Fuck you! she swears. Fuck you, you bastard, she screams, her tears flowing. She knows He enjoys this, her breaking, her torment, her writhing, her sluttiness, her filthy mouth, but it isn't enough, and she must resort once again--to begging. Please, she whimpers.

I'm a fucking bastard though, you said so yourself, He says. Lucky for you that I'm your fucking bastard. Yours. And to think, my dear, that you chose this for yourself. And He removes His hand quickly, cruelly. She wails at the absence of His ministrations, her orgasm foiled. No, please I didn't mean it...please...

Beg, my precious bitch, beg, He says softly. And she does, she begs. Whispers, cries, writhes against the sheets, wishing that she was unbound, that she could turn and pleasure herself. The pressure behind her clit was like that of water behind a magnificent concrete dam. He had trained her well...she knew she could not--would not cum until He chose to open the floodgates.

We'll see how you like this, He murmurs. She feels her hands flying free and she can move them, and she rolls over to her back--He lets her. She stares up into His face, the face of her Master and inside she knows that she feels a bit of fear, but more anticipation, more excitement between her legs and her desire mounts. She trembles as He moves closer, until His lips brush hers. The kiss is deep, passionate and in that moment where she thought she was as wet as she could be, she feels a new flood of moisture lick her thighs.

How complacent you suddenly are, He notes. She nods, mutely, unable to give voice to the passions beneath her breast and in the folds of her cunt. Suddenly, she has her hands above her head, and He skillfully binds her by her scarf to the barred headboard. No, please, no! she cries. She knows what comes next, she knows what further concessions she must make. Her pleasure will be long in coming this eve...

Yes, and you thought that I might have had a moment of kindness, He says. She screams as the first clamp attaches to one of her hardened nipples and again as her breasts are pulled together when the chain attached to the second clamp becomes taut. He toys with the chain briefly before binding her eyes with a soft piece of cloth that He carried in His pocket. She moans, her hands bound, her eyes bound and her breasts bound. The torment, oh god, the exquisite, horrible torment...

Perhaps your plight affects me more than you might think, He tells her. I mean, after all, I am not entirely cruel. And she feels His hands at her cunt once more, rubbing faster, this time against her clit...oh yes against her clit and she can feel the impending orgasm, growing, widening, forcing through that barrier that he had built up within her. Oh god YESSSSSSS! she screams. She knows she has lost, she has forgotten to ask permission, she has been broken and the white heat that rips through her for the moment blinds her to all that she must endure afterward. For the moment, she is grateful.

Better count your blessings, He says sarcastically. You are far from being through with the fucking that you so thoroughly deserve. And I will fuck you; fuck you until you beg me to stop, until you feel that you will die, that you will explode, or expire. And then I will fuck you again. And again. You will love every second, every agonizing moment of pain--and yes, there will be much more pain for you. I am going to whip you thoroughly-- your ass, your cunt, your breasts, your thighs.

But there is more, He continues. You will be clamped and fucked and whipped. And you will pleasure me, in ways which I deem appropriate, and you will love every glorious minute. Won't you my precious bitch? Yes, she says softly, Yes. What was that, my dear? He hints. YES she says loudly. YES Master. I will love it. I will love everything you do to me, and even more so, everything I do to you, she gasps. She knows her words to be true. She is a , a for Him.

I thought as much, He says simply. She feels the push of an object enter her cunt and she moans loud with the divine pleasure of entry. Then, the buzz, and with it, the increasing tormenting build of her next orgasm. She moans, louder, already ready....already on the edge. And He knows it. He tugs the chain between her nipples and pulls them taut. Oh god, she...

Yes, this is only the beginning, He reminds her. There will be oh so much more to come, as you well know. But really my pet, I'm doing this only because you need it.

And she knows that He is right.

ladyrider60 63F

3 posts
8/13/2009 10:48 am

Your way with words can get into one's head and paint a very vivid picture. But then again it feels as though you were in my head and found what was hidden in there already. Thank you for sharing.

_gen_ 38F

9/15/2009 4:03 pm

DD Sir...very good story telling Sir.. it started with a message and enforced it throughout...I love the way you tied it all together and of course...You did it "because she needs it"...lol..now...thats one reply and I'm keeping score.,...so you owe my blogs a reply Sir...*whispers...because I need it"