-:- The Tape -:- (Chapter 1)

Chapter 1

Her mind wasn’t awake, but her body was. Ugh, mornings sucked. Mornings after a long night of… of… hrm. What had happened last night anyway?

Rolling onto her side, she glanced at the clock. 2pm.

Wait.

“Holy crap!” She sat bolt upright. Her mind began to catch up with the rest of her and she noticed quite a few things all at once.

She was naked except for her collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. There were a lot of toys with her on the bed, both under and on top of the blankets. Whatever happened last night she cursed her memory a thousand times over that she couldn’t remember.

Wands, vibrators, rotors, tape, flogs of various sizes and materials, nipple clamps – she looked down and checked that those wicked things hadn’t ripped hers off. She was surprised to see there was rope lying around, Master was really good about rolling it back up.

Oh, and a tag on the bottom of the TV that simply read “Play”.

Looking around she noticed the VCR remote next to her. With a shrug she clicked the TV on and hit play.

Her face went red almost instantly as her very horny self came into view. There were at least two other people, her Master – who was in the process of tying her up to the bed face down and her ass high in the air due to all the pillows under her hips – and the camera man.

He was careful not to let the rope actually touch her skin, as he tied her legs wide and her arms straight out from her shoulders. As she watched herself on the TV it became apparent the wireless rotor was in her pussy, and her ass was filled with the small plug.

Her Master was fully clothed, but that wouldn’t last. She couldn’t remember who the second person was, there was talk on the tape, but the volume was soft. She turned it up just in time to hear the crack of the flog against her ass. Both versions of her jumped. She could feel herself getting wet already, the video version of her was already soaked to the point of practically dripping.

On camera she was begging for more, sticking her ass out as best she could. On the bed she was squirming, trying to pull her eyes away from the video, too embarrassed to watch, too curious to turn it off.

The flog painted her ass red, sending shivers through her body as she watched. Her Master’s hands roamed over her skin, lighting little sparks of pleasure.

The camera man clicked a remote, the rotor stuffed inside the whore on the screen came to life, making her shiver with delight. Her Master’s hand seemed to randomly decide to either tease her clit or soundly smack her ass. Her yelps of surprise mixed well with the pleasurable moans.

Yes he made her feel good no matter what he did to her. She was his whore, his pet, his twisted little pain slut, and his very horny toy all in one.

He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, but as she watched, she couldn’t remember what it was. Then it came on screen. The wand.

“My friend wants to hear you cum, pet.”

She watched the wand press against her clit. She felt her body jolt as it whirred into life. Please tore through her as she watched, panting as the TV version of her moaned and begged and pleaded to be allowed to cum.

The camera panned to her face, instantly both versions of her went beet red.

“Keep your eyes on the camera pet, stay focused on it and cum for your Master.”

It was barely a breath after his command and the tied up slut on the screen came hard and loud. Her position shoved the rotor out of wet sopping pussy, the vibrations still audible as she came down from her first orgasm.

“Good girl.”

She nearly came sitting on the bed, just from hearing him say that. The ball gag came out, big and shiny and red, he tightened it into place. The wand was taken from the picture, and a smaller wired rotor was taped just above her clit. She could cum from it, but it wouldn’t happen as fast.

As it purred to life, buzzing against her body, the reason for the gag became apparent as wax dripped onto her body. He covered her liberally, the rotor and the wax trapping her body squarely between pleasure and pain.

The rotor clicked off, the wax stopped. Her mind was hazy, she wasn’t grasping the words in the video. She was laying on her back, legs spread, playing with her clit, panting and watching the show laid out before her.

“A squirmy toy for a squirmy pet.” The words rang in her mind more of memory than of actually hearing them on the screen. The pink thrusting vibrator was pushed into her greedy, needy pussy. Two long strips of tape keeping it in place.

As it sprung to life out came the bite of the snappy flog. It bit at the back of her thighs, her calves, as the evil vibe invaded her sensitive wet hole. Her muffled cries were the perfect mix of pleasure and pain, frustrated about the distraction from her pleasure. Her body tensed and she screamed as the flog snapped on the soles of her feet. She twisted and writhed as it licked at her arms. She moaned and panted when he stopped, letting the thrusting vibe bring her back to the brink of another orgasm before he turned it off.

Her and her TV self both nearly sobbed. A sharp smack to her ass, a firm reminder that she wasn’t supposed to pout, she was supposed to enjoy however her Master decided to use her. The tone of her voice as she apologizes is dripping with the pleasure her mind is swimming in.

The plug is slowly removed from her ass, and her Master takes his time, working more lube into her hot, tight hole, before slowly pushing the medium sized plug in. He purrs for her to relax, teasing her clit with his free hand to help keep her unfocused.

As it slips into place he calls her a good girl, that phrase – that tone – that just makes her melt.

The thrusting vibe is removed swiftly, the rotor taped to her clit comes back to life with a vengeance as her Master’s cock (when did he strip? Oh Lord…) filled her pussy in one full move.

She nearly came while watching and she was pretty sure her TV self did. Panting, trembling, blushing, and soaking wet she hit stop on the remote. She couldn’t take much more, the toys were all around her, she could use them, but it wouldn’t feel the same. They weren’t what she desired. She wanted him, needed him.

“You haven’t watched the whole thing, pet.” He said slyly, standing in the doorway. Even with as soft as he’d spoken she jumped from the sound.

She got on her hands and knees, crawling to the edge of the bed, nuzzling his hand as his fingers wove themselves into her hair. A strong tug pulls her up to her knees, her body held tight against his.

“Sorry Master, I needed to stop, for just a moment. I wanted you, I didn’t want to cum without you here.” She admitted, her fingers closing gently on his shirt. Her body was on edge, and needy, and his iron grip on her hair did nothing but exacerbate her position. The smile that slipped across his face made her breath catch for a moment.

“You were a very good girl last night, pet.” He assured her. He released his grip and handed her a drink. “A very good, wet, messy pet. Drink up, we’ll start it back up after you finish that,” he explained, stripping down as she drank, “And have had a shower.”