Plaything For Her

I moan softly as I move slowly on the bed. The rough nature of the blanket only served to make me all the more aroused as I wiggled, as well as I could against my bounds, upon the bed.

I felt my breath starting to slow, and I used the chance to look around the room. When I looked up, I found myself staring directly at a camera. I noticed it was aimed directly at me, and moaned softly as the recognition hit that they could watch my recent acts of intimacy. Curiosity peaked within me, and I looked for more cameras. I found several, and all at advantageous locations, to see the bed.

I did not get long before another form appeared in the doorway behind me. The bright light cascades into the room as another orgasm shoots through me, which blinds me to everything beyond the silhouette of a lithe figure.

Whoever it was, they were clearly feminine. I turned my head to look her way and heard myself moan softly in response. She moved slowly and all but radiated with confidence. Swiftly then, I felt her hand on the small of my back, just above my ass. I gasped out loud, as a mixture of arousal and intrigue flooded though me.

I gasped loudly as she groped my ass, and she giggled behind me as her hands started to work me over. She had grabbed me around the waist with her left hand, while her right hand rubbed and squeezed my right side and ass cheek. "You like getting being degraded, and being made into a helpless plaything, don't you Slut?".

As she spoke, she slapped my ass quite hard, and I moaned loudly in response, as an orgasm crashed through me. "Oh, YEeeeaaass mistresses! Don't stop, PEEEEeeaasse, Mistresss! I want to be USSSEEDD AGGGGGGGHHHH!", I cried out, my voice sometimes rising uncontrollably as she worked me over in her hands. I felt her body slapped softly against my ass as she ran her fingers over me, and exciting ever higher levels of passion from me in the process.

I told myself it was just me trying to stay in character, but more than a small part of me really enjoyed being so roughly treated. I wanted to be used and degraded by her, and I wanted it badly. The camera turned me on further, knowing other people would be watching.

I felt my legs spreading wider as her hands moved across my body- her right hand on my waist and ass, her left moving upward, and cupping my breasts. I moaned, low and ragged, as she slapped my ass hard then. Just moments later, she squeezed my breast hard in her hand, and I mear myself make an uneven moan. "Auggghhhhh auhhugh".

I feel her hands intently upon me, and find it increasingly hard to balance, my arms still bound behind my back. I moaned louder as her right hand moved around and behind me, soon rubbing forward and back on my pussy lips. She starts softly, as her fingers moves most of their length across my shaved mound. I'm made quite aware too how wet I had become. It's not long before she increased the **** pressed against my shaved pussy lips, pressing harder upon them with the fingers of her right hand. She increased in speed at the same time, and my pleasure rose along with it. I cried out in pleasure and found myself increasingly only interested in feeling more of the same.

"Uggg uggg ahhhhhaaAAHHHH! Oooooo FFFFUUUuuuuCKCKKKKK YEEEAAAaaaaa!" I cried out loud, as an orgasm whips through me swiftly. She bent forward then, and soon I heard her speak softly to me, "You really like being humiliated and degraded, don't you Slut?"

The very moment she spoke, her fingers moved into my clit, moving swiftly deep into me. My pleasure rose yet higher, and my cries became louder, taking on a primal and animal quality to it. I orgasmed again and again, not caring one bit how I was being used, or how publically it may become. I just wanted more. Her fingers pressed harder and harder upon my skin, and I made a sharp cry of surprise as pleasure flooded forcefully through me. She took that moment to squeeze my breast hard then, and my back arched back as the pain and pleasure exploded in me.

My only thought was for more pleasure, to be taken so. By now, my cries were more like shouts. I felt a shiver down my spine then as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me. She giggled, a naughty undertone clear in her voice.

She paused then, swiftly surprising me, and leaving me in a lurch mid-orgasm. My breathing was heavy; I tried to figure out what made her stop. My mind raced then at how used I had been, as she strung me out so thoroughly before the camera. I caught a glimpse of her grabbing something, and I wondered what she was after.

I found myself not caring so much what it could be, so long as she resumed. The fact she was stringing mine along for the pleasure of others I considered only briefly, before swiftly being replaced with the desire for more. I became aware of how ragged my breath had become only then, did I hear pumping swiftly in my chest.

Helpless, I moaned again, softly this time, as I was made to wait. My legs rubbed, side to side, softly as the desire for more was the only thought that seemed real to me.