Fuck Me Harder, Sir

"I'm going to have some fun with you," Chris informed her. "And I want you exactly where I put you."

"Yes sir," Megan said. "Put me in my place."

Chris tied one end of the rope to her wrists and the scarf that already bound them together. Then, he stood on the bed and reached up to the top of one of the bedposts. When she had bought the bed--before dating Chris--she had bought one with bedposts in the hopes of being tied to them. Now, her dream was becoming reality. He pulled on the rope until it was taut. Then he pulled a little further--forcing Megan's arms higher--and tied it around the top of the bedpost.

Chris stepped off the bed and stepped back to admire his work. Megan was bound, her wrists tied twice, and nearly suspended from the bedposts.

"You're overdressed, whore," Chris said. He approached from behind and Megan felt his fingers tearing at her pant line. It wasn't the gentle undressing of his former lovemaking. It was the possessive strip-down of her fantasies. He dropped her pants around her ankles, then lifted each foot to remove them.

"Ahhh, there it is," Chris said, admiring her ass. She had chosen a thong, which displayed her toned ass rather well. She had noticed that this morning in the mirror when she had fantasized about this moment.

The first smack came without warning. It was followed by the second, which was more expected but hurt no less. A third and forth followed. It was harder than he had ever slapped her, but... there was still hesitation.

"Harder," Megan muttered.

"What was that?" Chris demanded.

Megan looked over her shoulder at him, with a brazen, lustful challenge on her face. "I said that surely you could do better than that."

Chris's surprise quickly faded into an aggressive resolve. While staring into her eyes intently, he unbuckled his belt and slid it off his pants.

Smack! It hurt. It hurt bad. It was even better than she had dreamt about.

Smack! Smack! Megan squirmed, not from the pain but to stimulate her clit. She was very turned on.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Chris railed on her ass with the belt. Finally, after twelve strikes, he pulled on the scarf, pulling her head backward.

"Is that better bitch? Is that what you fucking want?"

"Yesss yess oh my god yesssss," the words poured of Megan's mouth before she could dress them up in roleplay.

"Well I want your tits now," Chris said. "If you do a very good fucking job, then maybe I'll consider giving you what you want next."

Megan thought they had had a conundrum. She had worn sexy underwear, but hadn't expected to be tied up before revealing it. How would get her shirt off while...

He tore it. There was no hesitation. There was no consideration. There was lust and a solution. He made another tear, then removed the two pieces from behind. He reached down and wrapped a hand around her neck. He lifted, pushing her up onto her knees on the bed.

"You really dressed as a slut today, didn't you?" Chris said, admiring her. "Were you hoping to get fucked today, whore?"

"Yes sir," Megan nodded.

"What, your one orgasm wasn't enough today?" Chris demanded.

"Maybe you'll let me earn another," Megan suggested.

Chris slapped her face. Megan felt sexual satisfaction ripple with the blow through the rest of her body. This was what it was to be owned. This was what she was waiting for.

"I'll decide what we fucking do with that perky little fuckdoll body of yours," Chris said. "If you get another orgasm, it'll be a fucking accident, bitch."

"Yes sir," Megan nodded. He pulled at the lingerie, popping her tits out. He smacked one on a whim, then moved back around behind her. He pulled at her legs, forcing her back down. Then, her panties were gone and Megan heard him undoing his own pants.

For just a moment, Megan was worried that she would wake up and this was all a dream--a cruel joke from whatever gods stole away orgasms from good whores. Then, she felt his dick find his way into her asshole and she knew this was no dream. This was glorious reality.

"Oh yes! Use me!" Megan squealed as he entered her. He began thrusting, not working up to anything but slamming her hard from the start. The force of each thrust sent waves up her body, rocking her tits beneath her. Firm, unkind hands were holding her hips steady and pulling them back onto his cock. He used her body like a toy. And she was a toy. She was his toy to play with and they both knew it.

"Oh! Oh! Fuck! Yes! Fuck!" Megan said, syllables escaping her throat with each thrust of his cock into her ass.

Suddenly, he pulled out. Then, his cock entered her again in the pussy. If he didn't know she liked this before, he did now. She was soaking and warm, ready to receive him.

"Damn. You are a fucking whore," Chris observed as he began to fuck her.

"Yes I am," Megan said, feeling his glorious cock fill her. "I'm such a fucking whore."

Chris reached forward, pushing her head further down. Her only recourse was to lift her hips higher, which was what he wanted in the first place. Having achieved the angle he wanted, he thrust hard, occasionally delivering slaps against her ass.

Chris pulled out again, then gave her hips a shove. She spun, pulling on the rope that suspended her. She almost fell off the bed, but caught herself and pointed her face towards Chris. They had both been waiting for this part, she knew. She opened wide and he began thrusting. He didn't treat her throat any easier than he had treated her pussy or ass. He was claiming what was his. And he was claiming it roughly. Gagging was not something to consider. Neither was breathing.

Finally, after he had used her body to the point of his own climax, he pulled out of her throat, reached up, and tugged on her rope. She lifted herself and gave him a little slack, which he used to slip the rope off the top of the bedpost. No longer suspended, he shoved Megan onto her back. He climbed on top of her, aimed his cock at her face, and jerked. Megan opened her mouth wide. She also looked up at her master's face.

There was no consideration on his face. She wasn't a girlfriend anymore. She was his whore. And he was using her accordingly. He was going to watch his cum spray her because he wanted to paint her face. Maybe later he would "check on her", but not now. Now, she was nothing but a fuckdoll. That's all she wanted to be, too.

He came. It hit with surprising velocity, too, first on her cheek, then two spurts in her mouth. Chris then redirected, painting her tits with the rest of it. Finally, he reached down and pulled her hair to lift her head up. He popped his cock in between her lips, where he delivered one more final spurt. Then, he held her head in place while she sucked out anything that might have remained.

Finally satisfied, he sat back and looked down at his work. She hoped he liked what he saw. Her pussy was still aching in need, but she felt more of a satisfaction in this moment than during any previous sex she and Chris had had.

"You're a whore," Chris said, "but damn it you're my favorite whore."

Megan glowed in the light of the compliment. "Thank you, sir," she smiled.

He untied her hands. She started to reach for her pussy, but then paused.

"Do... do I... umm... do I have permission to cum?" she asked.

Chris raised his eyebrows in surprise. At first, she thought she had sucked the Master out of him again. He as about to say something like, "Of course sweetheart". She regretted asking now, actually, because it would blunt the memory of the slave-master that she was about to get off to.

Instead, he said, "I thought I already answered that question."

"You... you did?" Megan said.

"Yes," Chris nodded. "You've already had one today. You don't get another."

Megan never felt such a mix of being turned on and disappointed at the same time. He was in control and that made it so that she knew she could get off in under fifteen seconds. But he was in control because he told her no.

"Can I earn one?" Megan pushed. "I'll... I'll..."

"You'll fucking deal with it, bitch," Chris finished the sentence for her. "Now I'm going to go watch some TV. You're welcome to join me if you want."

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They spent the evening almost normally, except that Megan was horny through all of it. She could barely think by the time they finished dinner. She kept waiting for her man to relent and allow her pleasure, but he didn't. She considered sneaking away and getting off on her own, but knew that she wouldn't. She was only horny because she was under his control. And frankly, she was too much of a submissive slut to break the order of her master.

She tried to seduce him again before bed, but he simply said, "No. Deal with it." Then he laid down and slept, leaving her wet, horny, and all the more respectful of his authority. She knew there were two more alarms on her tablet, ready to train him further overnight. She dared not turn them off. This was too much fun.

---

Megan woke up to find that Chris was already awake. He was opening her drawers, looking for something. She sat up, stretched and said, "What are you doing?"

"Here it is," Chris said. He pulled out a red lace babydoll. He set it on the bed and said, "You'll be wearing this today. No panties."

"Yes sir," Megan nodded obediently.

She showered quickly and got ready for the day. She put on the red babydoll then did her makeup. She went heavy on it. No point in pretending she was anything but a pornstar today. Finally, she found a tall pair of red spiked heels and added them to the outfit. Then she walked downstairs.

Chris was drinking coffee when she walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning," Chris said. "We're going to play a game today."

"Ok," Megan said, knowing she would agree to whatever Chris proposed.

"Play with yourself," Chris commanded.

"Yes sir," Megan nodded, eagerly dipping her fingers into her pussy and playing with her clit.

"You're my plaything today," Chris informed her. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with you." Megan was still soaked from her denial yesterday. Chris could see that her breathing was rapidly quickening.

"I'm aiming for five orgasms for myself today," Chris continued. "I'll expect you to swallow at least three of them."

"Yes sir," Megan nodded, her voice straining through the pleasure pulsing from between her legs. Damn, she was soaked already.

"I've taken a special liking to your throat, so we're going to do that a lot," Chris observed.

Megan began to moan and Chris said, "Stop." Megan whimpered, but her fingers stopped playing. She had been a few seconds shy of relief.

"And we're going to play with that pussy," Chris continued, "but we're not going to push you over. If at the end of the day, you've given me five mind-blowing orgasms, then I'll allow you one of your own."

Megan blinked. A whole day without orgasms? A whole day as a fucktoy with no satisfaction of her own? Marching around in this ridiculous outfit, desperately trying to prove to him that she deserved something that she could give herself? Megan smiled, letting the joy inside her erupt out. "Yes sir," she said. She finally had a man to really own her.

Chris's first orgasm was from a facefuck after breakfast. Megan's head was against the kitchen counter. Chris fucked her throat. He instructed her to play with her pussy, but to stop just shy of orgasm whenever she got close. She obeyed. She brought herself to the edge five times while Chris fucked her throat. This was also the first one of the day she swallowed.

Chris's second orgasm was on the couch. He ordered Megan to ride him, but to not get herself off on his cock. It was the hardest challenge she had ever faced. She wanted nothing more than to ride his dick into her own paradise. Instead, she rode him until she was about to cum, then stopped. She waited for it to pass, then continued to ride. Meanwhile, seemingly-oblivious to her struggle, Chris simply sucked on her tits and enjoyed the experience. Finally, out of mercy, Chris told her that he could finish him with her ass. Gratefully, she turned around and rode him reverse, riding his cock with her ass. Her came inside her.

Shortly after lunch, Chris summoned her to the living room, where was still sitting on the couch. He commanded her to stand very still, then began playing with her. He fingered her for a few seconds, then let the pleasure taper off. Then her did it again, bringing her further up before stopping. Megan was soon panting in pleasure, standing completely still while Chris tortured her with her own clit. For one moment, Megan was sure that she couldn't hold off anymore. She was sure that he was about to send her over the edge into orgasm and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. He slapped her tit just as he stopped fingering her. Despite the pleasure of the pain, there was no orgasm. He edged her for ten minutes, then sent her away with a reminder that she hadn't earned it yet.

Chris's third orgasm was in the shower. With the soap lubricating their bodies, Megan gave him a long, sensual handjob. Her tits pressed against him and her lips worshiped every inch of his body. Finally, when he could take it no more, she wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked it out of him, eagerly swallowing as he came.

Chris's fourth orgasm was in the late afternoon. He bent her over a chair and railed her from behind. He held onto the edges of her mouth from behind as he fucked her. If he had chosen her pussy, there was no force on Earth that could have stopped her from cumming. He chose her ass, so she was able to remain an obedient whore who didn't cum without permission. He came in her ass for the second time that day.

For the fifth, shortly after sunset, Chris summoned her to the bedroom. He tied her to the bedpost, this time while kneeling on the ground. One rope affixed her arms to the post. Another affixed her neck to it. She had very good posture while she knelt. He fucked her tied face, again using her as a personal fuckdoll. Megan had spent a lot of time envisioning getting fucked in the face, but had never thought she would be so lucky as to experience it so frequently. She was getting very good at just opening wide and taking it.

At the last moment, Chris pulled out and jerked off. Megan, eager to swallow her third cumshot of the day, desperately tried to latch her lips onto the tip of his cock, but she was tied in place. The cum landed on her chest. There wasn't much of it, as it was his fifth orgasm of the day, but enough that she could feel each drop on her.

What did that mean? She hadn't swallowed the cum he had told her to. She hadn't followed his orders. Despair and desperation filled Megan's mind and pussy.

Chris leaned down and undid the knot tying Megan's arms behind her. Suddenly, she understood. With one deliberate finger and her head still tied to the bedpost, she scooped the drops of cum off her chest and licked them off her finger. She swallowed each one.

Chris smiled down at her. "Good slut," he said softly. Then, he disappeared from her view. She heard a drawer open. Was that her nightstand drawer? Then, Chris appeared again in her view. He was holding her vibrator.

Megan's heart leapt in excitement. Chris bent down, running an exploratory finger across her clit. It was dripping. The lightest touch of the tip of finger almost sent her over right there.

Chris turned on the vibrator and let it gently settle against her clit. Megan's whole body responded, quaking once. Her neck pulled at the rope that still held her in place on the bedpost. A deep, guttural moan erupted from her chest: "Yessss..." Chris pushed the vibrator closer against her, allowing the vibrations to echo across her body.

"Oh my god, yes!!!" Megan squealed. Her whole mind felt like it was about to pop with the pleasure. She couldn't see straight. She had no control over her limbs. Was she crying?

"Cum for me, my lovely little whore," Chris said. It was his tender voice again. It was the man she loved who had finally fucked her like she wanted.

The orgasm erupted from inside her like Krakatoa. She didn't moan or squeal--she screamed. Any air inside her lungs was vacated in the bellow of pleasure that escaped her lips. She gasped for more air so she could continue to scream. Her body shook. The rope at her neck tightened as she pulled against it, amplifying the experience.

Chris held the vibrator steady, letting her finally get the orgasm she had earned. He didn't push it further in, like most guys would. He let her rock against it, delivering her own pleasure.

Nothing had ever been like this before. Not with the one prior boyfriend that had fucked her right. Not with the porn that had guided her fantasies. Nothing held a candle to it. Maybe it was how good he had fucked her. Maybe it was that it was Chris that had given it to her. Maybe it was both. In any event, it was the greatest moment of Megan's life--the sort of primal explosion that forever marks the moment in your brain.

As the orgasm tapered off, she found that Chris's free arm was around her, holding her steady. The other was holding the vibrator, but he was holding her as she came. She smelled him. The sweat of kinky sex was still on his skin. He was as steady as a rock.

Finally, Megan was done. She only gasped for breath. She leaned her head back so the rope on her throat wasn't tight anymore. Her whole body was sore and satisfied. Chris took away the vibrator from her clit.

He smiled at her as he undid the knot that held her neck in place. As he removed the rope, he leaned down and kiss her lips gently.

"I love you," he said gently.

Megan smiled up at him. Her chest was still heaving, trying to regain control of her breathing. Still, she had enough breath to pause and say, "Yes sir."