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Bound And Determined

We had gotten to the part that really made me raging hot. He just sat on the couch and stared at me, his ice blue eyes appraising, examining. I felt like those eyes could strip the skin from me and see into my internal organs. My wrists were tied together and attached to the hook in the ceiling. My ankles were fastened to a spreader bar. He'd put nipple clamps on my hard nipples, then attached weights. I looked down. My nipples were dragged down, and as I shifted the weights swung, sending knives of the most glorious pain through my tits and down to my clit. If I made a sound, he'd gag me, so I kept my mouth clamped shut. The clamps on my pussy lips were weighted, too, holding me open and releasing a flood of hot juice all over my thighs.

He flicked the whip appraisingly in his hands. My clit throbbed to look at it. It was his favorite whip, his "special one," that had a hard, rough handle. He did special things with the handle. He stood, almost casually, and dropped his robe. His huge cock was hard...very hard. He had his little leather straps on, so it was going to stay hard. I swallowed the moan just in time. His hand moved quickly, and the whip lashed across my thighs.

My whole body twitched, and I was rewarded by the bouncing of all the weights. When he used the whip, I was supposed to moan...he said he wanted to hear my pain. I fought to stay silent as long as I could as he whipped me, going from my thighs to my belly to my tits. Finally, the delicious agony took over and I started to howl. He walked behind me and laced my thighs and my back...then settled down to whip my ass into purple stripes. I don't even know how many times I came. It seemed like one long explosive orgasm that kept replaying like a tape loop. I shuddered, weights bouncing, and swung free from the hook, my body collapsing.

He gave a satisfied grunt, and electricity shot through me. He was very, very please. He got close behind me, his fingertips moving gently over my hot, red skin, feeling the silky effects of his beating. He grunted again and my back arched with incredible pleasure. The whip handle poked between my legs and he shoved it into my open, wet pussy. He fucked me with it...slamming his fist into my lips as he drove the shaft home. "Cunt whore," he said in his soft voice. "Be my cunt whore." I moaned happily. "Fuck my hot cunt. I'm your whore. Your slut. I want to be a bitch for you. Make me your bitch and fuck me like the cunt whore I am." He fucked me until the handle of the whip was slick with my juices, then yanked it out of me, giving me a shove in the middle of the back so that I swung free, shot through with the pain of the swaying weights.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair to steady me, then poked the whip handle into the crack of my ass. He found the hole exactly, and thrust hard. I screamed as the whip handle tore its way into my ass. He pistoned in and out of my hole, making my entire body shake from the force. It was exquisite, and my involuntary screams made precum spurt from the end of his cock. I could feel it hit my thigh, and it was like a drug. Finally, he shoved hard and left the whip in my ass. I clenched my ass muscles tight to hold my new tail.

He walked around me, silently, the cold eyes examining me. He nodded briefly, then untied me from my bonds. I went to me knees hard, still holding my tail in and licked his feet, moaning my gratitude. He was very, very pleased with me, because he let me lick his feet longer than he usually does. I slid my tongue all over his foot, licking the instep, and sliding it between all of his toes, then dried it with my hair. I gave the same devoted treatment to his other foot, then put my forehead down on the floor.

He poured himself a glass of wine, then sat on the couch. "Wine, pet?" he said pleasantly. I groaned but didn't move.. "Oh, thank you, Master. Please may I have some wine." I heard the gentle clink of the bottle against my bowl, and the glugging sound of the wine. He snapped his fingers, and I raised my head. As always, I admired the bowl. It was an antique, solid silver, that he'd purchased for me at an auction. I knew it was very, very expensive. He had given one of his rare smiles as he presented it to me. "Fit for my pet," he'd said softly, stroking my hair. "Fit for my wonderful pet." I crawled to the bowl, remembering to keep my ass muscles clenched around the handle of the whip, the lowered my lips to kiss the rim of the bowl. I held that position until he snapped his fingers again. Then I lowered my mouth into the bowl and lapped lustily at the fine wine. It was delicious, and so soothing. The finger snap came again, and I froze in position. He grunted his satisfaction, then snapped again. I drained the bowl and licked it clean.

He had me stand on all fours as he adjusted my clamps and weights, then attached a very small toy wagon to the end of the whip. He put a folded cloth in the wagon, and set a full wineglass on it. He sat down again, in silence, and regarded me. I trembled with excitement, but tried not to let it show. I loved his eyes on me. The eyes looked only at me, feasting on my submission. I almost came just kneeling there. Finally, he nodded, and I began to crawl. I had to crawl around the living room, in big circles, without dropping my tail or spilling the wine. To do it correctly brought the most wonderful of rewards. To drop the whip or spill the wine would bring the most inventive of punishments. Not once had I been rewarded for this, but each time I did it I was shot through with certainty that this would be the time, and I would be given the best of all rewards.

I crawled in silence, listening to the sound of the wagon rolling along the carpet, not really feeling the pain from the swaying weights, or the ache from clenching my ass muscles so tightly. I lost track of how many times he made me circle the room...then went still at the finger snap. I closed my eyes as he got up and checked my tail and the wineglass. To my delight, I heard his grunt of satisfaction. Tears squeezed out between my eyelids and coursed down my cheeks. I had done it! I'd pleased him! I felt the wineglass touch my lips. "Drink, my pet," he said softly. "You have done well." I sipped with wine with tears of gratitude still flowing freely. He stroked my hair with a half smile. "How I've waited," he whispered, "for you to earn this. How I have waited."

He dragged the boards out from under the couch. One went under my upper back, and my arms were fastened to it. They were tied down, straight out from the shoulders. The other board held my legs open, my knees bent. This board was attached to the clamps on my pussy. If I tried to straighten my legs, the chain pulled savagely at my lips. He stood over me, then reached down suddenly and removed the clamps from my nipples.
Even knowing that it was coming didn't control the agony that shot through my tits. My back arched as I screamed in horrible pain, trying desperately to prevent my legs from kicking out and shredding my cunt. The pain seemed endless, but even through it all I could feel his eyes on me, feasting on me, and knew that he wore his half-smile and fingered his cock. Finally, I felt the soothing ice pressed against my nipples. Eventually, the agony eased to a dull and satisfying ache. I opened my eyes, and he gently wiped my tears. "My precious pet," he whispered. I smiled at him, feeling as if I was glowing. "My Master," I said, my voice full of emotion. "Yes," he said, nodding seriously. "Your Master."

He wiped my pussy clean with a wet cloth, dipping the cloth down to cleanse my asshole. Then he took a piece of white satin and wiped my lips tenderly. He mounted my face and lowered his cock to me. I lay still, forcing patience on myself. "You have earned this, my sweet pet," he said. "Enjoy your reward." I opened my mouth and slid it over the end of his cock. My greedy mouth sucked at him, my tongue sliding over every inch of him. He was the most wonderful thing I'd ever tasted. My tongue slid over every glorious inch of him, sucking him deep...then DEEPER into my mouth. He loved to fuck my throat and I wanted every inch of him inside me. His hips started to move as his cock descended into my licking, sucking mouth. "Mine," he said matter-of-factly. "Mine to use. Mine for pleasure. Mine for pain." His hips moved faster as he fucked my mouth harder and deeper, huge swollen cockhead taking my throat. I opened myself up to him.

I felt his mouth on my shaved cunt and came immediately. He bit gently on the tattoo on my slick skin...his initials in a heart. He used an expert tongue to make me climax again and again as his rod pistoned in my mouth. Finally, he clamped on to my clit and sucked it fiercely, using tongue and teeth to increase the sensation to almost unbearable levels. I exploded, my muffled scream vibrating his cock...and he gave one final deep thrust and emptied his cum straight down my throat. He came for a long time, his body shuddering over me. "Yes, pet," he breathed. "Oh, yes. Perfect."

He'd bathe and pamper me now, and I'd get a much needed rest. Then I'd think of nothing but what my reward would be for this!

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