In My Mouth

I can taste the rubber, only maybe it's not rubber. Maybe it's silicone or maybe it's something else, some other wholly artificial substance and I contemplate that because it's something to focus on, something to keep my mind off what I agreed to.

So I can taste the rubber and I can feel the cold metal and the leather against my skin. But more than the touch of anything there is the taste of that rubber, that rubber ball in my mouth.

Curious thing, this ball. It doesn't live up to its name. It doesn't do a good job of gagging me.

Holes drilled into it to allow for breathing which is just fine by me. I don't know that I could withstand having my air choked out from me. That much would probably be too intense for me, lying here with all that is happening to me.

With my hands clamped, the cuffs around my wrists cutting in and the chain between those cuffs run through the headboard of this bed. Those clamps from earlier around my nipples pinching so tight that everytime I move and my breasts jiggle they seem to cut in a little deeper, pinching out a little bit of pain to add to the anticipation.

Because so far it's been nothing but anticipation. Anticipation and the little bit of pain running through my body, through my system. His words promising a world of it to come and my eyes open whenever they're not covered by a blindfold as he twists and teases me into a knot that I don't know I'll ever untie.

God he's been building it in me, but he promised just now. Just moments ago, when he slipped the gag into my mouth and told me that he was going to have me proper.

I can feel his weight on the bed beneath me, distending it. I can trace the movement as he draws closer to me and my body moves of it's own accord, knees parting and legs spreading as I push my ankles apart and let his weight slide between them until he's kissing so close to touching me and just a moment from...

With a single thrust and a guttural grunt he's inside of me. He's spreading me apart and filling me up.

I feel my body bend to accept him, tears welling up in the corner of my eyes and I don't know whether that's from the pain or whether it's from the fact that I need this so badly.

I needed so badly to be taken, after all this time.

His hands find my body next and I can feel the callouses on his palms. I can feel him gripping my hips to hold me still and I realize that I'd been pushing away from him, digging my heels into the bed beneath me and shifting my hips back.

But now that he's got me he holds me and drags me onto him. He thrusts in after pulling back and buries a few more inches inside of me and I can't help it. I can't help but give myself over to him.

I've seen the dolls before. Blow up and the newer models, the ones that look like they are real. Ridiculous proportions and faces like pornstars caught in a frozen irreality of pleasure, a distension that is almost grotesque.

But I feel like a sex doll for him now. Bound and contained and unable to make any noise. Told to lay still for him, to let him have me and hold me on the promise that everything that I've endured, all the pain and all the anticipation, will be worth it when he gives me what I want.

What I've been waiting for.

He flips me. Well first he slides out of me and the absence of him leaves my whole body shaking but then, next, he grasps me from his vantage point and he flips me over so my head is buried in the pillow.

My ass is lifted and my pussy is filled by his cock again as he bends down low over me and grunts his way back inside. He takes me with a rough ferocity and I respond, the heat deep within my belly spreading out to the limits of me and breeding a warmth that only the promise of his satisfaction can satisfy.

I can feel his breath on the back of my neck and then it tickles behind my ear. I can feel his hands digging in my hair and pulling my head back and he asks me if I like it and then he laughs because he knows that I have no say.

I could say no, if I wanted. I could stay stop, if I dared.

But I am in no place to do that simply because my needs are overcoming reason as I give over to this singular focus, because the heat inside of me is building to a pressure with each shuddering thrust of his cock and I am undone, I am wanton.

I am so fucking close when I see the cock line up right between my eyes.

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