A Place to Belong

"You don't really think you're done, do you?" His fingers trailed up my stomach, around my breasts, and back down to my swollen cunt. My eyes closed, I nodded back at him that 'Yes, I thought I was done,' but his fingers continued on. My eyes shot open as he buried several fingers inside me. "I told you to be prepared to cum hard and often. I'd say you have figured out the cumming hard part, but we still need to work on the often." He then buried his mouth in my pussy, his tongue lightly circling around my overly sensitive clit. He flicked his tongue across my clit and traced the opening of my cunt with his fingers, tugging slightly at the skin. My back arched and he moaned in response to seeing my pleasure. He shoved my bullet back into my hand before flipping me over. I pressed the bullet against my tender clit as he slid his cock into my pussy from behind. His hands were squeezing my hips again, and he thrust slowly at first, teasing me with just the first few inches of his cock. My body was feeling everything more vividly than before, from the calluses on his fingers at my hips to the breeze from the fan moving across my back. Far faster than I expected, I was ready to cum again, if only he would fill me entirely with his cock. I pulled the chain from my nipple clamps up into my mouth so I'd feel the tug on my nipples when I came again.

"Oh god Sir please fuck me fuck me fuck me hard let me cum for you oh god please Sir!" It came out garbled around the chain in my mouth, but he seemed to understand. This must have been the cue he was waiting for, and he started fucking me hard until I could no longer stay on my knees. I collapsed on the bed beneath him as I began to cum again. It felt like my pussy was melting and exploding at the same time. My body shook and I felt like I was struggling for breath. "Oh fuck yes!" was all I managed to scream out.

After the world seemed to collapse around me, I lie there panting and exhausted once more. Master was still thrusting his cock in and out of me, but slower now. I turned the vibrating bullet to a lower setting, as my clit positively hurt now. Each thrust was punctuated with a kiss on my neck over my collar, the light tracing of his fingernail down my spine, a sudden grip above my hips, or a tug of the leash still attached to my collar. I think he must have had the leash chain in his mouth so that it tugged every time he leaned back. My head was literally spinning and I began to wonder if anyone had ever been fucked to death like this. Nonetheless, my body was responding to his touch, like it always did.

The sheets below me were soaked and cold, but the contrast of his hot body on top of me only aroused me further. When he pulled out, I wanted to cry again. I heard him moving behind me, and as I brought myself up to my hands and knees again, I felt the distinctive swat of the paddle against my ass. I was whimpering again. Around the chain I still had in my mouth, I heard myself begging him to spank me again. I craved that tingling sensation as much as I craved everything else he was doing to me. Another swat, this time harder. The force pushed me forward; the chain in my mouth tugged hard on my nipples. I screamed out, this pain a little more than I normally go for. He flipped me over to my back again. He'd found the butt plug that I had lost earlier. After dipping it in my sopping pussy, he slid it up my ass again. My ass was suddenly reminded that his cock had unfinished business there. Meanwhile, his hand cupped my pussy, two of its fingers inside me while his thumb worked my clit. I realized that the vibrating bullet was resting useless in my right hand while I lay there panting. He reached up with his other hand and gently removed each clamp from my nipples and started sucking on them, gently, knowing full well how incredibly sensitive they would be by now. As he ran his tongue over the very top each perky little nipple, my hips raised in response and my entire body was reacting as if it actually had a cock thrusting into it. "Oh fuck... Please Sir, fuck me again, oh god I'm so ready for you please fuck me again!"

Master turned me on my right side, facing away from him. I felt him pull the plug out of my ass and fought hard not to cum, not yet. From somewhere he pulled the larger of the plugs we own, the one I rarely use. I was about to beg him to give me his cock up my ass, instead of the big purple plug, but he surprised me by filling up my gaping cunt with it instead. Then he slid his cock, now quivering hard again, into my ass. I brought the bullet back to my clit and screamed out in delight. I loved being filled so completely, and the flexibility of the large plug was perfect for this. As he began pumping me slowly from behind, I began screaming and begging once more. "Yes Sir! Fuck your pet harder, fuck me like your toy is meant to be fucked, make me fucking cum again!" He complied once more, telling me how he wanted to feel my ass tightening around his cock as I came.

When I came this time, I was positive my head would explode and I would die from lack of oxygen. I felt every muscle in my body tighten and relax, tighten and relax, tighten and relax... My ass gripped hard on his cock, much tighter than my cunt ever could. I heard him scream out, "You fucking bitch, if you're going to make me cum like this, than you'll fucking take it hard!" He pulled me up on to my hands and knees again and was pumping hard against me while his hands gripped my small tits and pinched my nipples. I felt him filling my ass with his cum as I continued to cum myself. When the world slowed down again, he was still sliding slowly in and out of me.

"Please, Sir... Any more and I think you might kill your pet..." I whimpered into the pillow my face was pressed against.

Master laughed. "I'd say you're right. For that matter, any more and I might kill myself off too." He pulled out of my ass and quickly wiped himself off with a towel. He then had me spread my legs and wiped my cunt fairly dry again. Then he pulled me into his arms, a hand around each wrist, and held me tightly to him. "I'm so glad you've figured out where you belong," he murmured in my ear. He released my wrist to unclasp the leash from my collar. "We can take this off for now. I don't think you'll forget any time soon."

"No, Sir. Thank you." No, I knew where I belonged. As he clasped my wrist tightly again and tightened his hold on my body, I realized I should never have had any doubts. I knew that I belonged here in Master's arms, in Master's bed.