First short story of many ^_^ This one was a little harder to write than usual, I had let Master decide the tone and then my mind, for some reason, decided to revolt against me, and wanted to write something different. I probably could have either said something or just wrote whatever I wanted, but I decided to trudge it out a bit and see what would happen.
Stories can vary from fantasies, to fantasy, to impossible. Generally, they're just ideas I have that come to more detailed enough I can translate them into story form.
She squirmed, she tugged, she moaned even as the over sized ball gag muffled her sounds. The “horse” was nothing more than knock off pommel horse often used in gymnastics, except the top handles were removed and various restraints were added to the underside of it. She'd been tied to it for some time and left to squirm and wonder while her Master fetched whatever he needed. Her jaw was already aching a bit from the gag, unsurprising given its size, and even though she knew she was in this predicament as punishment – her situation was still turning her on.
Her slit was wet, the feel of the horse against her clit as she shivered, the burn of the rope tight against her flesh even as she pulled against it. She didn't hear his return – not that that was surprising anymore, he walked more softly than anyone else she knew. She jumped considerably as his fingers traced lightly across her skin, following the curve of her ass and up along her lower back.
Her moans changed tone as she she shivered from his touch. His fingers lit the nerves in her, warmed her, made her want more, and he didn't even have to try. The quiet chuckle unnerved her, and her face was bright red as she turned at looked at him. The looped tip of the crop slipped down the side of her face gently. She rested one side of her face against the horse, looking up enough to keep her eyes on him as her shoulders rolled down into back until she managed to push her ass up into the air – even bound as she was.
“Offering your ass, my pet? A wise choice perhaps,” he muses, running his fingers down her spine, feeling her body shiver under the tips of his fingers. Her hands close into fists, the crop follows the lines his fingers traced, slowly and lightly drifting down her spine, making it hard for her to keep her ass in the air. A pleasurable moan slipped out from between her lips as the looped end danced alone the curve of her ass.
The sound of the air being cut didn't fully register until the sensation of the crop licked across her thighs right were the turn of her ass ended. Her muffled cry was a mix of pleasure and pain, surprise and fear. Her ass pushed higher only because her bound body arched against the horse and it had no where else to go.
After the initial sting faded slightly, and her cry slipped into shivering whimpers, the sound of the crop slicing through the air filled her ears. The sharp lick of the crop rained on her skin, never quite hitting the same place twice, covering her ass, her thighs, her back and shoulders. Writhing, tugging, gasping and moaning - “no”s and grunts of pain as she accepts the punishment with as little complaint as she could. Sounds of pleasure slipping out between the sounds of creaking ropes and kissing crop strikes.
After a few long minutes the strikes slowed, she could hear her Master's breath coming in heavy waves. The cool air against her hot skin felt good, and for a moment she worried it felt too good as the slickness of her enjoyment slipped down her thighs. Her hopes of such a reaction going unnoticed was shattered as his fingers slipped along her slit, slipping inside her sopping wet pussy slowly.
The feeling of his fingers insides her made her moan and squirm, though she tried to stay still as her slowly pushed in deeper. Her face flushed red, even over her own muffled moans she could hear how wet she was as his fingers pushed in. She could squirm, but she couldn't move enough to escape the sensation as his thumb teased her clit lightly. Her body jerked at the sudden pleasure, and she cried out into the gag.
“Such a slutty little pet,” he purred.
His fingers moved and pushed into her, bringing her body to a frenzied edge. He knew her well, her curves, her moves, the change in pitch in her voice as she neared an orgasm she didn't have the strength or will to fight against. Her hips moved back into him, wanting the edge she was riding to spill over, not caring or forgetting that this wasn't a reward.
Pulling his hand free, he smacked her ass – the wetness of her cunt adding to the sting of the smack. The high pitched squeal was followed by a sad little whimper, the sound of ropes creaking as she shook her hips, begging to be fucked right then and there.
“Oh no, little pet,” he leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. “There's not going to be any release for you today.”
Holding her head by her hair he ran his cock against the ball gag. “Such a difficult pet to punish. So many things my needy lil' whore enjoys.”
Holding her hair, keeping her head turned so she could watch as he jerked himself off in front of her. The lines of hot cum fell to the floor as his pleasure spilled out before her. Breathing a little heavily he knelt down, kissing the gag before patting her head and walking out of her field of vision.
“Sleep well, pet.”
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