Energizing Awakening

It lasted three more orgasms before I lost consciousness, still with the plug and dildo still working. It was an orgasm that woke me up early in the morning as my exhausted body arched like never before in my bed. Just as my master entered the room.

My master crossed the threshold, his dark eyes betraying satisfaction mixed with curiosity at the sight of my body still wracked with spasms. The metallic clang of his belt, which he was slowly undoing, sounded like an omen as I felt the plug vibrate one last time before he pressed the remote to stop it.

So let's have fun without me, this deserves punishment. I bit my finger. He turned me around and his belt slammed into my buttocks. I didn't understand. It was excruciating and so good that I screamed with pleasure.

• Oh yes, master again.

He didn't need to be asked twice, the blows fell without fail, each impact of the belt on my burning skin drawing a hoarse cry from me, half pain, half ecstasy. My fingers dug into the sheets, my hips heaved in spite of myself, desperately seeking more friction, more sensation. The leather lashed my already sensitive buttocks, leaving scarlet marks that seemed to pulse in time with my frantic heart.

About twenty blows calmed my sexual ardor, and I finally begged for "mercy, mercy, master".

Without a word, he ripped out the plug and pushed his penis into my anus. I cried out in pain and release; finally, my urges were being met, but this was too much; his penis exceeded my expectations, especially in this area.

I screamed, my nails digging into the sheets as he pushed deeper, tearing my innermost being with an exquisite burning sensation. Every inch of him seemed branded into my insides, and yet, my treacherous body arched, demanding more.

He slapped my ass relentlessly, I was completely lost between pain and pleasure. Feeling him inside me was a delicious invasion, a possession that devoured every shred of my reason. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh like claws as he accelerated his movements, each thrust more brutal than the last.

I was his receptacle, an object he could use at his will. My reason revolted at the idea, but my pleasure destroyed all resistance. It simplified my situation so much, while he pounded me with undisguised joy.

• Well, you understand what I expect from you.

His grip tightened on my hips as he thrust into me with a savage grunt, the wet slap of flesh echoing in the damp room.

• You'll take every inch, he snarled, twisting his fingers in my hair to arch my spine at a cruel angle.

I could feel his thick veins pulsing inside me, stretching me beyond what I thought possible, my muffled sobs only prodding him deeper. The bedside lamp cast our shuddering shadows against the wall; his imposing form bent mine like a bowstring, my trembling fingers leaving claw marks in the sweat-soaked sheets.

I was his thing, I sighed at the realization, I was so accomplished at that moment. Finally, he came inside me. He withdrew unceremoniously from my anus and presented his soiled sex.

• Cleanse by licking.

My trembling lips opened without resistance, my tongue tracing a wet path along his still-pulsing flesh. The acrid taste of my own body mingled with his essence made me shudder, every inch of my being subjected to this act of devotion. His fingers dug into my hair, guiding my movements with relentless pressure as I licked every prominent vein, every drop beading at the base.

Once done, he suddenly removed my dildo. I moaned. My vagina was sore from his presence for many hours.

• From now on, no more of this. You will only take pleasure if I order you to. Understand?
• Yes, master.