To Dance for a Man

I would tremble if I could but I am too tired to.  I hang from the ceiling, my arms, shoulders, all sore.  How long have I been hanging here?  I don’t know.  The time has simply run together.  I feel sweat sliding down my body, over one of the welts and even that hurt.

How had I gotten here?

Well…..my Sir had wanted me here.  Simple enough.

And now, I was with Marcus.  He had left me hanging here after a pretty severe whipping session where my torso was thoroughly whipped, including front and back, breasts and stomach, thighs front and back.  The skin had not been broken, at least I didn’t think so but it felt like my body was torn apart.

I was doing this for Sir.  Well…..enduring it.

I heard a sound behind me and turned my head, a dental gag holding my mouth open.  My mouth was sore, my tongue dry.  He had pissed into my mouth to keep it wet and then had shoved his dick down my throat, gagging me over and over and over until my eyes watered.  And he had then continued.  But now, most drool was gone, just the leftovers that slid down over my marked breasts, sliding slowly down my torso.

Marcus was behind me, his arm reaching around my hip and fingering my pussy roughly.  I groaned, squirming a bit, closing my legs around his hand to try and get mercy.  He just fingered my pussy faster, making me groan loudly, writhing in the chains, panting more, suddenly drool being found again as I groaned and squirmed.  I threw my head back as my orgasm began to get stronger and stronger.  Oh I was going to fall over the edge but it was then that he stopped.

I screamed in frustration, having had no orgasms yet and I was sure I had been here for hours, days?  Marcus laughed.

“You want to cum don’t you whore?”

I groaned, looking at him.  He laughed then patted my pussy.  I pushed my hungry pussy toward his hand and he laughed, then flat hand slapped my pussy hard but not hard enough.  I groaned, closing my eyes, shuddering but could not get my needed orgasm.

I heard something rolling across the floor behind me and then I turned, seeing what appeared to be a large dog house rolled up beside me.  The top was easily 3 feet across at the bottom that peaked at the top with a slender curved ledge.  I glanced over, curious.  He then  moved over to me, wrapping an arm around my leg and lifted it, pushing the doghouse under me, between my legs.  My legs were now spread wide to either side of the dog house.

I groaned, looking down as he began easing me down from my suspension onto the roof of the doghouse.  My muscles in my arms and shoulders groaned in relief.  I felt the peak of the roof of the doghouse pressing firmly against my pussy and clit and I looked down, moaning as Marcus took my right ankle and put a manacle around it, adding a weight.  I groaned, squirming then felt him do the same to the other, pulling my pussy down harder on the rooftop, making me moan.

He stood up then reached down between my legs, rubbing at my clit, moaning me moan and rock back and forth on the doghouse.  “Little whore…..we are going to make that pussy sore.”  He smiled then left me.

At first it was uncomfortable, the pulling on my ankles, the pressure on my pussy.

Then it was painful.  I rocked back onto my ass a bit, taking pressure off of my pussy but the peak of the house spread my ass cheeks more, putting pressure on my asshole.

Then that began painful and I rocked back forward and moaned as my sensitive clit was crushed.  I moaned, trembling and continued this dance of pain as I shifted between my ass and my pussy, each shift making the peak spread my pussy lips or ass cheeks even more until there was no further to go but against the most tender parts of my body.

Marcus came back into the room and I was sure he would take me off, would have had his fun but he sat down with a video camera and began taping my squirming.  When he came closer to me after a while of taping he reached down, showing the camera how red my pussy was.  To get a clearer view he pushed me until I rocked back onto my asshole, causing me to crying out around the gag, his fingers spreading my pussy lips to show my reddened engorged clit.  He tapped my clit and I screamed in pain and pleasure, my body trying to lift up off the roof but I couldn’t.

He then he moved around behind me, pushing me forward onto my clit and I cried out, fighting him as my clit was crushed under my body weight.  Tears formed in my eyes and I panted.  I then felt him tapping at my asshole and I groaned, my body clenching.  He laughed, watching it clench and tighten and I was sure he got that on camera.

Marcus then moved around me and zoomed in on my face, my tear filled eyes, my drooling.  He grabbed a dildo and began shoving it down my throat making me gag and squirm as he continued to film.  Soon tears were sliding down my cheeks again and he continued filming, getting each fallen tear.  But he didn’t stop.  He continued thrusting the dildo into my mouth, making me gag over and over until I was sure I would throw up.

He then stopped and zoomed in on my nipples, twisting them until I arched and screamed out in pain.  My body writhed even more on top of the doghouse and it only increased the pain between my legs.  “I am going to make you so sore between your legs an I am going to send you home so that your Sir can fuck you senseless and at that point it will be all for his pleasure and none for yours.”

I sobbed softly, drooling freely now, eyes watering, make up running.

“But not yet.  You will go home when I am ready and I have you for a little more time.”

He pulled the cane out and I struggled in the chains, crushing my clit more.  “That’s it, girl, dance for me.”  He then brought the cane down across my ass and I sang and danced.

4 thoughts on “To Dance for a Man

  1. What an amazing story. I just wanted to let you know that I love it and it makes me so very wet – brings back so many thoughts. Thank you.

    1. I am glad you enjoyed it. I like knowing that people respond to my stories in positive ways. Thank you for the comment 🙂

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