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Payback for a naughty little one . . .
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Payback for a naughty little one . . . Little One was lost in a world of her ’s making. It was an entirely dark world, as she was blindfolded. He’d put a mask on her, and then wrapped a black silk scarf over the mask and knotted it behind her head, to make sure she couldn’t peek around the edges. He’d tied the scarf just a little tight, and she felt it securely in place—binding her, blinding her. It was not silent, this world he’d crafted for her. He’d placed ear buds in her ears. These were attached to an iPod, turned up just loud enough to drown most noises in the room around her. He’d set this iPod to play the song “Closer,” by Inch Nails, on a continuous loop. You let violate you, You let desecrate you, You let penetrate you … and I want to fuck you like an animal, I want to feel you from the inside and You are the reason I stay alive Over, and over, and over again, in Trent’s tortured voice, over the disjunct industrial beat. She was naked, of course, except for a pair of obscenely heel pumps, and a pair of thigh-high stockings. These were not black, but pink, with cute little silk bows along the top edge, which she could feel tickling her inner thighs even now. Pretty pink stockings, bought for her when was in a more playful mood. He wasn’t playing now. Other than the stockings, she wore next to nothing. A pair of padded wrist cuffs held her arms behind her back. These were attached by a short silver chain to the only other article of clothing she was allowed in this world—a collar, also pink, decorated with sparkly rhinestones. Also bought for her in a more playful time. Her arms were bent at the elbows, but not uncomfortably so. A little tug on the chain, though, and she would have to bend forward at the waist, else risk painful strains on her shoulders. The overall affect … the darkness, the song, the posture, the cool air brushing against her skin, was very disorienting for Little One. “How did I come to be here, in this strange, dark world had created?” she wondered. But in truth, she knew. She had been naughty. Very naughty. She had betrayed ’s trust. She’d hurt him, she suspected, though he would never admit to that. And now she would the price. He had given her very specific instructions. Very clear. When she was alone, she was not to play with her pussy. She was not to make herself . She was not to naughty images and videos online. But most of all, she was not to interact with other doms online, even anonymously, even just in flirty fun. “I was never much for sharing my toys,” he’d told her, “or, if I do, I’ll share them on my terms, not yours, with men that I know and trust.” She’d tried. She really had. But the old habits were hard to break. The old temptations hard to resist. So, so many naughty pictures and videos to see—women being used and abused by powerful men in such creative ways. Women gagging on cocks, covered in . Women getting fucked in the ass. (She was always nervous about this particular act of submission—taking it up the butt, but secretly fascinated by the women she saw who seemed to take it so easily, and actually get pleasure from it!) Women being used by groups of three, four, and five men at a time. How could she not ? But she knew that she’d really displeased by going back online to with other doms. Again, how could she resist? All of those older, powerful, successful men lurking behind creative profiles on the kinky sites, waiting to with her, to type into her message screen all of the nasty, depraved, disgusting things they wanted to do with, and to, a cute little Japanese doll like her—how they’d mark her smooth white skin, how they’d humiliate her and use her for their sick amusement. But of course, he’d caught her. He wouldn’t tell her exactly how. But he’d found the supposedly secret profile that she’d put up on collarspace.. He’d found the supposedly secret blog where she’d posted and re-posted naughty pictures, of herself and others. And then he’d set a trap for Little One. He’d left his laptop open in the office, where her computer was. He’d positioned it just right, so that the built-in camera was trained on her computer and the chair she sat in. He’d set the camera to run automatically at the times he knew she’d be online, knew she’d be indulging in her slutty fantasies. To her, it looked like the laptop was off. She didn’t notice the green light next to the camera. So, she was caught completely off guard when he burst into the little home office one evening. He was supposed to be of town! She was caught by surprise, in her skimpy teddy, her panties dangling from one ankle, her legs spread lewdly apart as she furiously finger fucked herself, on her own webcam, for a of anonymous webcam viewers. That night, a week ago now, he’d grabbed her roughly by her long, thick black hair and dragged her from the chair, her fingers still inside her dripping pussy. She thought he would yank her hair by the roots as he dragged her across the room to his laptop. He held her head roughly, inches away from the screen, and a key. The computer came to life and there she was, in all her slutty glory, playing with herself for other doms. She was so-o-o-o-o embarrassed! Then he dragged her by the hair back to her computer, and looked her browser history. She hadn’t had time to clear it! He scrolled through all of the extremely naughty, perverted pages she’d visited that night—all of the images and video clips that had gotten Little One so very worked up! That evening, when he’d caught her in the act, he dragged her into the bedroom, sat on the bed and pulled her over his knee. He’d spanked her, then, long and hard, until the smooth, pale cheeks of her ass turned pink, then red. Until they’d burned. When he’d spanked her so hard and so long that his hand grew sore and his arm grew tired, he dumped her on the floor unceremoniously, stood up, and opened the trousers of the charcoal grey business suit he still wore from work. He pulled his hard throbbing cock and yanked her to her knees, before violently thrusting his cock into her mouth. This wasn’t head, wasn’t sucking cock. This was fucking, plain and simple. Gagging, tears streaming down her . When he’d given her a chance to breathe, she’d panted “ …” This seemed to infuriate him even more. “No,” he’d yelled gruffly, “you don’t get to that now. You have to earn back that right.” “You’ll ‘sir,’ now,” he continued, “and I’ll you ‘slut,’ or ‘.’ No more ‘’ or ‘little one’ until you’ve been properly punished for this, you little cunt!” He’d nearly spat that last word. So harsh, such a dirty, cold, vulgar word. Then he’d pulled her back over his lap. This time, though, he’d grabbed a hairbrush from her night table. A week later, now, and she still had some fading, but colorful, bruises on her poor bottom. When his anger was spent, he dumped her onto the bed, on her back. He thrust his hard cock back into her mouth and fucked her some more, and then he abruptly pulled and stroked his cock a couple of times until he exploded all over her , covering her lips and nose and chin. “Don’t even think about wiping that off, slut. Tonight you’ve been acting like a cock sucking little . It’s only right that you should fall asleep with the taste and smell of .” ++ He’d mostly ignored her for the rest of that week—not even allowing her to share his bed. This had hurt her more than the severe spanking, more than the rough throat fucking. She’d cried, she’d pleaded, she’d begged. Always addressing him as “sir,” never “.” “Sir, please, I’ll do anything—anything you ask. Please, please be my again!” “Anything, slut?” he’d replied quietly, “are you sure you’re ready to make that offer?” “Yes, sir, yes! Anything! Anything at all.” And so, here she was. Poor Little One. Blindfolded, cuffed, collared, with Trent’s obscene words playing like a litany in her ears. You let violate you, You let desecrate you, You let penetrate you … and I want to fuck you like an animal, I want to feel you from the inside: and You are the reason I stay alive Over, and over, and over again. She had no idea what sir had planned for his punishment. He’d said only that she would get what she seemed to crave most of all. He started with a soft flogger, caressing her body with gentle stings, gradually increasing in pressure. Blind as she was, she could not anticipate where it would next land. And it landed everywhere. He flogged her small, delicate titties, with those cute, achingly hard and erect brown nipples. He flogged her ass, still smarting from the previous spanking, he flogged her legs and back. She thought, “Okay, I can do this. I can take it.” He uncuffed her and led her over to the king-sized bed, and then added two more cuffs, one on each ankle. He bent her legs back roughly and cuffed her wrists to her ankles. He attached some soft ropes to her thighs and pulled them further apart, and then tied them to the frame the bed. And there she stayed, for what seemed like hours, but was in truth just a few minutes. She was spread wide open, her wet, pussy gaping lewdly. She felt so helpless, so slutty, and so impossibly turned on. I want to fuck you like an animal, I want to feel you from the inside The next thing that she sensed confused her. She felt Sir get on the bed, between her legs. Felt him thrust two fingers abruptly into her sopping wet pussy and begin caressing her oh-so-sensitive g-spot. But, she also felt lips on her left breast, sucking and biting her hard nipple, and another set of lips on her right breast, sucking and biting! She knew that at least one of these mouths was not her Sir, because she felt the unfamiliar scratchiness of a beard. She felt hands grabbing her, pinching her, squeezing her, spreading her legs even wider. She couldn’t be sure how many. “What is happening!?!” she thought, “What has he done!?!” She knew that there was at least three other men there, now, because she felt a cock press against her lips, while the two mouths continued there assault on her tits, and the fingers continued probing her pussy. She turned her head away, but was promptly slapped, hard, across the . Stunned, she opened her mouth and took this unknown stranger’s cock. The mouths suddenly abandoned her breasts. Her hands were uncuffed from her ankles, only to be filled with two other, very hard, very large cocks. This was too much for poor Little One, slut that she was. She couldn’t help herself. She started to climb to orgasm. But just as she was nearing the crest, the fingers fucking her slutty wet pussy were abruptly withdrawn. She freed her mouth from the unknown cock she’d been sucking long enough to whisper, hoarsely, “Please. Please, Sir.” But instead of fingers, she felt the sting of a riding crop, aimed directly between her legs, precisely at her throbbing clit. “Aaargh!” She screamed. Another swat of the crop. She whimpered. Another swat. She cried. Yet another swat. They came fast together, and more slowly. Harder, then softer. She couldn’t help herself. It hurt, bad, but … she came, nonetheless. She came with such force, such intensity, that her entire body quivered and shook uncontrollably. She came so hard and long that she actually squirted! Fluids gushed from her slutty gaping pussy. She was so embarrassed! These three, or four, or maybe five, men had seen her , seen her pussy gush from having her clit spanked! She was soaked. The bed was soaked. Her thighs were soaked. The cheeks and crack of her ass were soaked. “Oh god,” she thought, “Please, please fuck !” Or, did she say that loud? She felt the bed shift another’s weight. Felt hands on her knees, pushing them back towards her chest, raising her up to take a cock. Familiar hands … Sir’s hands. She felt his cock, so familiar, so hard, so , the entrance to her pussy. “Please,” she gasped around the cock in her mouth, “please.” But the cock slipped down, lower. She had a flash of panic. “No, not there. Not in front of these others, don’t do that!” But, of course, he did. He pressed the head of his throbbing cock against her tight, pink rosebud—slowly, gently, but relentlessly. He opened her. Opened her tight ass with his cock. Taking possession of this private place. Using her in this shameful way, in front of these complete strangers! He eased his cock into her poor ass, stretching her, filling her. When he was balls-deep inside her, he paused. Suddenly, Inch Nails stopped playing. The ear buds were pulled from her ears. “Now, slut,” he said, calmly, coldly, “you have my cock buried deep in your slutty little asshole.” “You have a of men witnessing this degradation. Men with hard cocks that require servicing.” “My cock stays right where it is, until each of these men has been satisfied, and has deposited a load of on your slutty ,” he continued. “You have no idea who these men are, or really even how many there are. You think maybe three, or four. The truth is, my slut, you’ve had an audience this whole time. There are other men in this room, waiting patiently for their turn to sample your cock-sucking skills, while they watch me fuck you up the ass!” And that’s exactly what happened. For the next eternity (probably really only thirty minutes or so), poor Little One had a cock in her mouth, and another in each hand, while Sir slowly fucked her sore asshole. When the man she was sucking was about to , he pulled of her mouth and came on her . Sir warned her to keep her mouth open throughout the proceedings. One after another, they came on her . Cocks of so many different sizes and shapes … of so many different tastes and smells and textures. She was humiliated, she was delirious, and … she couldn’t stop cumming. Sir gently rubbed her clit in circles with his thumb while he fucked her ass. She couldn’t believe that she was cumming while getting fucked up the ass, and while servicing all of these unknown cocks! But she was, undeniably. She gushed, she squirted, she moaned, she panted like a bitch in heat. When finally the tenth cock covered her with the tenth load of sticky, , Sir started thrusting more quickly in and of her ass. It was his turn now. She’d grown used to him, least a little, and the fucking was now as much pleasure as it was pain. However, there was one last bit of humiliation to come. When Sir was nearing orgasm, he pulled his cock abruptly from her ass. She could feel her poor little asshole gaping open. Sir then moved around her helpless body and, without warning, shoved his hard cock directly into her mouth! She could smell and taste her own ass on it. She gagged and coughed and almost puked. But she took it … for him. She took his cock directly from her own ass into her mouth, and when he came, she swallowed it down, and kept sucking on him to milk every last drop. She knew this was important, somehow. She knew this was part of the payback, part of the ritual. +++ Finally, she felt the cuffs being removed from her wrists and ankles. The ties holding her thighs apart were loosened and removed. Sir gently unfolded her stiff, sore legs and laid her straight. He left her alone, for just a second. When he returned, she felt a , soft, soapy washcloth cleaning her , her chest, between her legs. His touch was now so gentle. He took the cloth and water away and came back with a soft towel to pat her dry. He covered her with a soft, fuzzy blanket. He gave her a glass of cool water to sip. Then, he got into the bed, sitting up against the headboard, and pulled her to him, so that her head lay against his chest. She didn’t know exactly when the other men had left (and she would never be entirely sure of who they were!), but when he finally, finally, removed the blindfold from her eyes, they were alone in the room. “?” she whispered. “Yes, Little One,” he replied, gently. “I’m sorry, .” “Apology accepted, Little One.” “?” she whispered, again. “Yes, Little One.” “Can we, um, well, um, do this again … . sometime?” He chuckled, and ruffled her hair affectionately. “Yes, Little One,” he promised, “and maybe next time without the blindfold.” “Oh no, ,” she gasped, “I would die from embarrassment!” “Okay, Little One.” ++++ |
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