Sensual Plaything

I gasped, still aware of the tight hold she still had upon my wrist. I gasped, not daring to look back to see what she had in store for me next. A few pass without any apparent change and I find myself anticipating making every moment, and they seem to last forever. I find myself slowly catching my breath, before gasping aloud as I felt something press itself against my shaved mound.

My head tilts back as I try to hold onto the table with just my right arm and spread legs, and soon I felt it being pressed into my body, and it fits in easily. I heard it squelch as my body willingly stretched around it, and heard myself cry out in pleasure as it was pressed inside me. I heard her laughter, though my mind was far too focused at the moment at the pure pleasure soaking through me just then to care, let alone do anything about it. I felt her press it deeper, pulling it out most of the way before pressing it back in. She soon starts pounding the sex toy in and out of me, working me in a slow, rhythmic pattern. Each thrust is forcefully pressing the toy deeper into me, and I let out a cry of pleasure. She cackles maddingly in my ears now, and I feel her pulling back on my hair with her free hand, even as she continues to hold onto my writ tightly with the other.

I orgasm fiercely as I'm taken by her, my primal cries of pleasure echoing through the room as I'm made to be used, and abused, as her new toy. I catch a glance of Ni... Master, standing by the table and clearly enjoying the show. I climax hard as she rather brutally shoves the sex toy into me, causing my whole body to shift upon the table. I feel my nipple being pinched now in the gap where leaves could be added to the table, adding to the already abundant sensations of pleasure and pain racing through me just then.

She's clearly enjoying using me in this manner, though I find myself not caring, so long as she continues to excite my senses. I climax hard as she presses her sex toy even deeper into me, and soon I feel her body pressing against mine. I orgasm hard then, my head being pulled back hard by the hold she had upon my red locks. I moan incoherently, pull of desire, primally crying out my every pleasure as she takes me up on my dining room table.

I'm barely holding onto the table as it was, when I felt her speed increase yet further, causing my whole body to slide forward and back slightly with each thrust she made. "AGGGGagggg AGGGHHHHHHHuuhhhhhhhhhhh" is all I could manage as pleasure, desire, and pain all buffeted within my mind, and I only wanted more. I stopped caring about the passage of time; only the sensations being sent through my body mattered to me now. I climaxed hard then, followed by a quick secession of orgasmed as she played me like an instrument;

It was clear to all that she was the Mistress, and I the servant, and as I orgasmed hard just then and cried out my every pleasure, I'd fully admit I would not have it any other way.