Where Was I? (Part 3)

(Continued from Part 1 and Part 2)

So when last you read, I was gagged on His cock and cumming with the help of a dildo fucking my ass.  Oh, Heaven!

After he let me appreciate all of the electricity of the cum flowing through me, he shoved The Dildo in deep.  He quietly commanded me to take The Dildo out and bring a towel over to him.  I rise slowly and a bit unsteadily from the bed and grab a towel and set The Dildo in the bathroom.  Ugh...those human touches...there's nothing sexy about the clean-up parts of play.  I ask him for permission to blow my nose and wash my face, which is covered in drool and tears and snot and pre-cum which he smeared on my face.  Graciously, he agreed.

I come back to bed with a folded clean towel.  I handed it to Sir, who deftly spread it on the bed beside him.  He commands me to lay back on the towel.  I am having difficulty moving, coordinating my limbs, getting my brain and body to function, I'm exhausted, and scrambled.

He takes the clothespins and clips my labia, then opens up my pussy.  He hands me a vibrator and commands me to masturbate.  He holds me open and watches.  As if that wasn't humiliating and objectifying enough, while watching intently, He comments and moans at the sight of me.

He lets go of the clips and grabs some lube and begins to message lube around my folds.  Now, I'm wet as a tsunami, but he's adding to the natural slick.  I am able to mentally note the objectification, it's is palpable, and a serious turn-on.

As I cum again (are you fucking kidding me?), he takes the enormous purple dinosaur and inserts it.  I've cum so much, and there is so much slick...it actually inserts.  He takes the vibrator and puts my hand on the dildo.  He asks if I need more lube.  "no," I whisper as I push it all the way in.

"Oh, I love to see you do it", he says.  "I love to see you masturbate yourself with this."

I start  to move it and he leans up and watches.  Oh!

He commands, 
                               
                           i cum


over

         Over

                   OVER

He asks If I can do it again.

"Yes Sir," I reply


He commands, 
                               
                           i cum


When he's ready, he tells me to remove it.

I do, slowly and am scrambled.

He kisses me, deeply.

He enters me.

He moves, he fucks, and we cum...oh do we cum.

Mind scrambling.  Sated.  Shattered.

Where Was I? (Part 1)

Where Was I?

So a few posts ago, I said that I needed his Dominance and to let go and be submissive, to allow myself to let go and find contentment and peace.  Well....

He came home and in Epic Fashion, he did indeed he reminded me of our roles.

Every chance he got, he twisted or and pinched or and pulled my his nipples (cause really my nipples belong to him, right?)

He whispered in my ear .  He told me what he wanted to do when we were alone.  He told me of fantasies and futures.  He worked me up.  And holy hell was I wound.  Like SERIOUSLY wound!

So, when I FINALLY can come to our room for the night, he took a shower and was waiting on our His bed.  I had a bit of work to do in the room before I could come to bed.  But before I got started, he bent me over the bed - on my back so that my knees came up and he stood between my legs.  He lifted my shirt.  He had already taken my bra off of me earlier in the night, so my breasts were fully exposed when he pulled the shirt up.  I hadn't seen anything around him, but he reached over to the nightstand and took two clothes pins and quickly applied them to my nipples.  He didn't put them so the nipple was in the semicircle cut out, they were pinched - straight on.  Holy, burning.  Searing.  Oh - I was breathing.  Panting.

He then grabbed several more.  He stepped a bit back and I thought he wanted me to get to my work in the room...putting clothes away and such.  When I started to sit up and put my feet down, he took my shins and toggled me back, pushing my knees apart.

He said, "Are these good panties?"
Um...huh?  Oh, hell, I don't know, I have NO idea what panties are - let alone which ones I'm wearing....I have these fucking clothes pins trying to clamp off my nipples at the moment.  Gah!

He flicked the clothes pins and repeated his question - moving his hand to my waistband of the panties.
"Um," I said as I glanced down, cause I really had no idea which panties I was wearing at the moment. "Um, reasonably good, I guess."  "Too bad.  I want them off."  He said as he tore the panties off of me.

Oh hell, that is such a rush.  Such a show of force and a rush of testosterone I'm sure for him.  Oh, god, it makes me so wet and I can feel that rush of wetness created by that one single act of barbarism.

So now, I have a shirt pushed up over my pegged nipples and a skirt at my waist with no panties on.  He rubs my pussy.  He orders me to open my eyes and he stares into my sole as he touches.  He's claiming my body with his hands.   His eyes still holding mine captive, he takes one hand and grabs more clothespins.

He hands one to me.  "Here, clamp this on." he says as he rubs my labia.  My nipples are already clamped and he's pushed my knees apart earlier, so I know he means my outer lips.  Without breaking eye contact, I feel and clamp one on the left side of my lips.  Then I'm handed another and clamp on the right.  I repeat this again so I have four on.  He sets the other clips down and then looks at me.  He looks down there.  He takes his hands and opens me by the pins.  He pulls them to the side so he can expose my clit.  Oh, it is so objectifying and exciting and exhilarating.  I'm aroused to a dangerous level at this point.  You know, the place where you will indeed do ANYTHING.  Jump off the Empire State Building...Sure!  You know.

He removes one hand and begins to play with my clit.  Takes his other hand off and removes the peg from my right nipple.  He begins to suck, deep, hard, draws.  He flicks his tongue over my sensitized and now swollen nipple.  Ohmygod it feels soooooo good.  It feels...so much!  He picks his head up, pulling my nipple until it POPs out of his mouth, "Cum, fiona," he says and then bites my nipple.

Oh, Ah, OH.  I have not been trained to cum on command.  But he has worked me up and worked me over.  He's stroking my clit and I'm primed and pumped and ... YES, I cum.  The pain and pleasure is so amazing.

He moves his finger from my clit to my pussy.  He's finger fucking me and curling his finger inside so that it hits...just there.  He takes his other hand and removes the other clamp.  He repeats the process  He sucks, deep draws.  He sucks rhythmically until my poor dented nipple swells with blood rushing back in making it hyper sensitive.  He grazes his teeth against it, flicks his tongue against it.  Oh, Ahhhh.  He sucks hard as he pulls his head up.  He pulls my his breast along with it, then POP.  "Cum, fiona," he says and then bites my nipple and pumps his fingers in and out.

Like before, I ERUPT.  I can feel my pussy squeezing, convulsing against his fingers.  Oh I am awash with sensation.  I am also so proud that I could cum when commanded.  It is a huge, HUGE turn on for me.

"Now get your work done quickly, or I'll peg your nipples again.  Do you understand me, fiona?"

I know I must respond quickly and must move my body.  I am scrambled.  My mind and body are mushy.  I will my self to work with amazing speed.