Sir and I had taken a break. Or I had and he had agreed. I had needed to find out who I was beyond a slave. When I had been ready Sir and I had sat down to have a chat. We talked for a while, trying to figure out how we were going to make this work,how we were going to move forward.
I was walking through the living room when he said one thing. “Strip…..”
The look in his eyes told me that today was not a day to argue. And was this worth my safe word? No.
So I stripped, easing my shorts off then my shirt, folding them and putting them neatly on a chair. I then slid my panties down my legs then eased my bra off before putting them both on the chair as well. He then turned to face him. He motioned me to sit in a chair that was near the tv so that I would obviously be more entertainment as well. I looked at the chair with the hole in the seat. And from within that hole was the head of a vibrator. I moved to the chair, straddling it then sat down slowly, feeling the vibrator pressed firmly against my clit.
“Legs…..” was all he said from the chair where he sat, watching me. I leaned over, securing my ankles in cuffs that were on the back legs of the chair. Now my legs were folded back on either side of the chair, the bottoms of my feet aimed back. He then stood up, walking over to me, sliding his hand down my face. He the took my right arm, aiming it straight up in the air then folding it back behind my head and securing it behind my left shoulder. He then did the same thing to my left arm so that my arms were crossed behind my head.
“We have spoken enough……” He secured an o-ring gag between my lips. “Now I just wish to hear your sounds.” He slid his fingers down my face then gripped at my breasts, pulling and slapping at them, pinching my nipples until I screamed out. “Tongue out…” I stuck my tongue out and he put a chopstick on top and a chopstick on the underside of my tongue and secured them on either end with rubber bands. This keep my tongue out of my mouth, causing me to groan, my tongue wiggling as I squirmed.
“And now…..for some enjoyment.” He knelt down in front of the chair then turned on the vibrator, drawing a long groan from me. I squirmed as much as I could as the vibrator began it’s torment. He moved back, sitting down to watch. His eyes would move between the tv and my form. And as the torment got worse, as my sounds got louder, his eyes were more on me.
I drew power from it. I felt his eyes on me and even in my torment I was loving that I could keep his attention. He stood up and walked over, pulling his cock out and began to jerk off. I watched his cock eagerly and I knew he saw my eyes. I knew he saw my hunger. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to give me what I wanted. He wanted me to work for it.
He came on my, his seed spraying over my tits and stomach. He groaned, milking the last out then wiped his cock on my face. I groaned, wanting to taste him but he was not going to even give me that. I then screamed out, reaching my first orgasm. The first of many. That night I writhed, I tried to beg, to plead but he simply watched me writhe. I broke out in a sweat, I was soon crying. There was no clock visible from where I had been and I was sure that vibrator had been going for hours.
Sir showed me a clock slowly and grinned. 15 minutes. I groaned, breathing hard, sweating. I shuddered, sobbing. He then grinned. “Another 15 to go.” He reached under the chair and turned the vibrator on high. My head went straight back and my screams bounced off the walls of our home.