How long has she been on her knees, she cannot remember. She's cuff in the back, and the chains are connected to the second pair of cuffs, at her ankles. She feels so exposed. If she moves her head, in any direction, the collar would choke her. She can't stop drooling with this ball gag, in her mouth. She does find some relieve, with the pinching sensation, her nipples had Indore, finally began to numb. And all that she can do, is look at him. He's sitting, with a leg over his knee, on a chair, wearing a black suit. His arms cross, and his head is tiled to one side. She can clearly see he's smirking.
She tries to spread her knees, in hopes of finding comfort. Only for him to press a button, of the remote in his hand, and the vibration starts again. The sensation sends her head forward, which pills the chain of the collar. All she's able to do is feel the choking and gaging sensation, and try to get back into her previous position. When she does, the vibration ends, and her core is dripping with moisture. He now looks at her, with his chin in his palm, while leaning forward. He's still smirking. "Is someone feeling uncomfortable? Well that's too bad." He then leans back on his chair. And covers his face with the panties she was wearing earlier. She can hear him take a deep whiff. "You're very beautiful when you're uncomfortable."
He is soon walking over to her. When he reaches her, he uses a finger, to make her look up at him. Then crouches down and picks up the metal links, that are connected to her breast. When he pulls them up, does she feel her nipples being pulled upwards, and the pinching sensation returns. All she can think about is the pain, and that makes her drip even more. He pulls harder, and the pain makes her drip more. He snickers before letting the links go. She almost falls forward, if it wasn't for the collar. And that gag and choking sensation returns.
He starts to unzip his pants. With readjusting, his thick, long staff is free. He slaps it across her face, and again, then a few more times. He then reaches behind her head, and removes the ball gag. She's not given even a second to close her mouth, for he shoves himself right in. He's pulling the chain to her collar, and the links to her breast, as he thrust into her. She feels she's choking, and the pulling pain is getting worse. She feels herself dripping even more. He lets her chain go for just a moment, to press the button, and then pulls again. With the add vibration she doesn't know how long she'll last. Before she knows it, he releases her mouth, and showers her with his hot seeds. With this she finally finds her release, and almost drops forward again. The only thing she hears, is his snickering, as he takes the chain off her collar, and then walks back to his chair.
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He's pulling her, by her collar's chains, through the house, till they reach the kitchen. When we reach the kitchen counter, he pulls her collar, singling for her to get up. She does, and she's being bent over the counter. The counter is freezing cold against her naked skin. That's when she feels the hard slap to her left butt cheek. Her noise is muffed by the ball gag. She then feels another slap, but to her right cheek. She then she feels her hair being pulled, as he keeps slapping each cheek, with the strength to break a stone tables. She knows he's holding back, but it doesn't stop it from stinging.
She then hears the click of a button, and then she feels the vibration is back. He commands her to open her legs. She tries, and the vibration becomes more aggressive. When she opens as wide as she could, she gets slapped harder, and told to open more. The more she opens, the more she's coming off the counter. By the time her breast is on the edge, does he tell her to stop. She then sees he's holding the pinchers, and put them on her nipples. He's now petting her head, while getting something from his pocked. It's the remote, and he press the button to stop the vibration. He then walks away from her, and sits on a chair.
She doesn't know how long she can last like this. Her legs feels like they could break, and these pinchers are tighter than the other ones. That's' when she feels burning liquid running her back. She tries to look back, only for her head to be forced forward. "Did I tell you to move?" She shuts her eyes. She open her eyes in shock, as she feels something freezing stretch her core. She then feels something burning enter her back door. "Get up."
As she tries to get up the objects are making it really hard. He pulls her collar, letting her know she needs to hurry. She has to remember he's not a patient man. When she finally gets up, he commands her to get back on her knees. She does, and he pulls her chain, to follow him. Each movement the objects give both a discomfort and pleasure. The gag was already having her drool, but this new sensation makes her drool more.
He slaps her ass, as she goes up the stairs to the room. Once inside, he close the door. "Drop." She drop her head to the ground, and her ass is still raised. She then feels the objects being removed. She feels empty, that is, till something else is shoved in her. As it thrusts within her, she is painfully of the pinchers. And the fact she feels claws raking her sides, that she is positive that she's bleeding now. He's slapping her ass again; it sounds like a thunder storm. One more heavy slap and a hard-thrust throws her over the edge, and she then feels stuff with hot liquid.
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He's making her cook. It's not that it's a bad thing, but she is slightly disappointed. Then again, she's not making a meal, nor is she wearing clothes. He's also watching her very move. While the food is cooking, does he pull on the collar, which single for her to come to him. He sits her on his lap, and just looks at her. She doesn't know what to do, and she ends up fidgeting with her finger, while she looks down. He uses a finger, and makes her look at him.
He's smirking at her, and she involuntary inverted her eyes away. And his hold on her jaw tighten, telling her to look at him. When she does, he's angry. Oh, no. She angered him. She's quickly slammed on top of the table. She soon feels him slap her bare ass, and it hurts so much, to where it actually excites her. She feels liquid running down the insides of her thigh. The slapping becomes harder, and more liquid. She's even drooling on the table from it all. He then pulls her hair, and tell her how she doesn't want to burn the food.
It takes her moment to remember to walk. When she does, she quickly checks the meal. She turns off the flames, and is about to starve it, when she feels him pull the collar again. She turns, ready to walked to him, when he raised his hand, stopping her. He walks over to her, and again she looks away. He grabs her jaw, and makes her look at him. He's angry again. "Get on the counter." She shakes her head no. His grip becomes tighter. He then picks me up, and practically slam her on the counter. "Spread them." Again, she shakes her head, and she is then met with nails clawing her outer thigh. "Don't make me repeat." There's venom in his words, and she's becoming more fearful.
The longer she takes, the deeper his nails dig into her. She finally opens wide, and the smirk is back on his face. He grabs the spoon from the pot, and tries to feed her. She resist and then slaps the spoon out his hand. Placing his hand on the back of her neck, he throws her on the floor. "Clean it up." She looks up at him, and he pushes her face down to the mess. "I said, clean it up." She has to clean it with her mouth.
As she sucks and licks the warm liquid, she feels him slapping her ass. She tries to finish, but the slapping continues. When she is done, he slams her back on the counter. "Let's try this again." He grabs another spoon. "Be a good girl, and eat." Again, she refused, and not only slaps the spoon away but knocks the pot down. He slams her in the middle of the mess. "Clean it." She doesn't move, but continues looking up at him, all exposed. He presses his foot hard at her wet core, and damns she clean up. She shakes her head no. He presses harder. "Clean it up." He kicks her to her side, and she finally gets on her knees to clean.
As she tries to get every drip, he's clawing her sides, and slapping her ass. "Look at the mess you made, you filthy girl." He slaps her ass harder. She then feels something hot, stretching her wet core. She stops to let the sensation take over, just for him to yank her by the hair. "Did I tell you to stop?" He lets her go, and slaps her ass harder. "Keep cleaning." As she's trying to clean, he's thrusting into her, hard and fast. She can't take anymore, and her arms collapse. He slaps her ass harder, and pulls her hair. "You're not done."
She tries with all her might, to lick and suck very drip. All the while he's fucking her. She then feels him pull out, and hot liquid covers her back. "Filthy girl." He slaps her ass again and again. He steps back and watch her clean the remaining liquids. Once she's done, he yanks her by the collar's chain, and makes her sit. He uses his finger to make her look up. He grins at her. "Did you enjoy your meal?" She mouths a yes Sir, and he smirks down at her. "Open your mouth." She does, and he just grins. "Wider." She tries as wide as she could, till she feels him shove himself inside. She closes her mouth, only to feel him violently grab her hair. "Did I say close?" She opens it again, and keeps it open, as he thrusts into her. He's soon thrusting all of him in, and she feels gaged.
He keeps it up, and goes harder and faster. After a few more, he takes it out, and strokes himself. Soon she is showered with his essence, and is being told to lick his tip. He then has her back slammed on the table, with her opened to him. He sits on a chair, by her opening. She can feel his eyes staring at her, and it's making her drip moisture. He then thrust two fingers into her. He doesn't move them, but just watches her try to adjust to the new sensation. "Play with your breast." It takes her a moment to move, but she is soon massaging her breast, and gently playing with her nipples. He adds a third finger, she stops for just a moment and then continues.
She then feels a burning heat inside her, and she tries to focus on the task he gave her. With his fingers still in her, he walks the side of the table to her face. He thrusts his fingers, and grabs her face closer. Without a word, she open her mouth and let him in. As he fucks her mouth, and thrusting his fingers, he's choking her. Before long she comes all over his fingers. He releases her mouth, and he comes all over her face and breast. He releases her, and steps back. When she recovers, she looks over to him. What will he do now? He shakes his head and smirks. "My, look at filthy you are." He chuckles while he walks back, between her legs.
She then feels him entering her, and him heavily grabbing her hips. He thrusts in her hard, almost slamming into her. His fingers then grab her nipples. He pulls and twist them, while he continues thrusting. She moans, and he slaps her breast. "I didn't tell you to make a sound!" He slaps her other breast. She bites her lips, in hopes it will help keep her quiet. The more he thrusts into her, the more she feels the table might break. With two more thrust, he pulls out and his hot essence covers her stomach. He then thrusts back in, and even harder this time. She can feel herself getting closer. "SCREAM!" With that she screams her release.
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We're in our bathroom, and he's cleaning me. "You sure I wasn't too aggressive?" He kisses my shoulder.
"No Goku, you were fine. Or else I would have said something." He makes sure to be extra careful with the scratches. "After all. I am your wife. I can handle anything you give me." He kisses my neck. "Besides." I turn to him, and wrap my arms around his neck. "What kind of wife I am, if I can't handle the universes stronger man?" He kisses me.
"Probably human." I playful slap his bare chest. "Sometimes I really do question if you were human. Especially the way you handle, and keep up with me." I can't help to blush at his words. "Now turn back around, so I can finish cleaning you." I gave him a sad pout. "Come on, afterwards we get to soak in the tub, and snuggle." With that I smiles, and turned right back around, for him to finish up. Once he's done cleaning me, he carries me to the tub, and we get in. He's holding me close, as we share kisses. I feel so loved.
I then kiss his neck. "You know, Goku. It was actually fun being your filthy girl." He chuckles and kisses my forehead.
"I agree." He kisses my nose. "I definitely would like to have my filthy girl more." He just holds me tighter. "But next time." I look up at him. "It should be dessert." I snuggle into him. "Maybe ice cream." I giggle at that, and we just enjoy the rest of the night in each other's embrace.