Yes Master

Recently I have been more horny than usual. I space out in the grocery store and just imagine two muscular men with huge cocks lifting my skirt and ripping my black lacy thong and fuck me from behind. I want someone to rape me. Just to be shoved down, powerless, with a hand around my mouth so I can't scream out of pain or pleasure. Mostly pleasure. But the pain makes it feel so much fucking better. The salty sting of a slap on my colossal ass pairs well with the sweetness of cum dripping off my tongue, down my chin, and across my 34 D breasts. Yes, I know. I want someone to rape me. Bad. But why does my wet pussy crave it so much? Why do I want to be left with bruises on my ass from all the spanking? Why do I want to be bitten so hard that teeth marks remain on my skin for over a week? And every time I see them, I think of them again and want them more. Why is this making me so fucking horny?

I think I want to be shackled up, naked, and controlled by a real man, a Master. Tall, handsome, beautiful white smile, rich as fuck, smells like cedarwood scented cologne with a tint of musky man smell lingering. Of course, hot body. Like a clear six-pack. I want to trace my fingers in those grooves up and down as I count each ab and lower my lips. I start to kiss him, and I notice his hard 7-inch cock bulging under his grey sweatpants. I kiss lower and lower, tasting the sweet, salty sweat forming on his chest as he breathes faster and moans slightly. I reach for his cock, eager to put it in my soaking wet pussy.

No, no, no, he slowly states in his deep, authoritative voice. First, I have to chain you up. I say, yes, Master. He demands I strip down to my panties immediately! I hurry because I am scared. I also move fast because I am super turned on and eager to start fucking. I am left there, titties out but only in a black lacy thong. He then puts me in handcuffs. He says listen to slut, you dirty whore, I'm going to put these keys in your pussy. Then I'm going to take them out using my tongue if you ask kindly. You answer yes, Master; please find the keys, Master. Ok, he states. He put the cool keys in my warm pussy.

Then I felt his tongue go into my pussy. He touched the key with his tongue but then quickly took his tongue out. He said first, stuck my dick. Now! Yes, Master. I sucked his dick like his dick was food, and I didn't eat in a week. I worked hard sucking his dick so I could finally feel his pulsating dick cum in my mouth. He groaned and said stop you whore; I was about to cum, but I was not ready to not orgasm yet. Then I felt his tongue circle my clit. Around and around. Up and down. First, it was fast, but now it is way too painfully slow. I grind my hips to encourage a quicker pace, but he says, no, too fast whore. I control you; you don't control me.

For that, I have a consequence.

Master took his belt off the bed and whacked my ass. Hard. It stung. But I screamed, Master, again. This time he hit my ass with his hand. I felt the heat of his handprint on my ass. He then shoved his hand up my pussy, threw the keys on his king-size bed with way too many pillows, and fucked me. My pussy was craving his dick. I couldn't stop moaning. I started cumming and shaking with the waves of pleasure pulsating through my body, beginning from my pussy and radiating to my fingertips. He then starts fucking me up the ass. God, it hurts. But it hurts so fucking good. I wanted to rub on my engorged clit so desperately, but Master still had my hands cuffed to the bedframe. He rode my ass until I felt his cock pulsating in my ass as he let out a moan.

He undid the handcuffs, and then I licked his dick clean because he's my Master, and I'm his maid. I returned to my corridor, and he slept in the master bedroom as a Master.