Sir's Stressful Day

The tone of his texts say it all, he is frustrated. Not with her. With her he is very pleased, something she is reminded of throughout the day as her body aches from yesterday's play. But his work has definitely made him edgy. She knows what he needs and being his she is more than happy to supply it. When she gets that all familiar text that he is coming home she smiles and strips herself of her clothes. This is normal, they are not in an equal partnership and he expects her to be naked upon arrival. What is new is that she puts herself into an awaiting pose in the front room, where he will find her the moment he enters his home. As she waits, her body calms at the idea of being able to calm him and soon, not even the sound of the clock can be heard by her ears.

She is half surprised when she feels his touch on her cheek. She smiles and leans into his touch, looking up to meet his questionable eyes. They are both aware they normally take time between sessions, she needs to heal. She sees the worry in his eyes and answers back with only trust in hers. Not a single word is spoken between them, none is needed. His hand drops from his face and he steps away from her, not giving direction to move so she waits patiently for his return.

He returns with only a rope. She smiles as he binds her hands behind her back. She was not expecting a lot of toys today, she is after all healing. But Sir has shown her even his touch can be painful if he wants it to be. She knows she will suffer for him, she wants to, but they are both aware it will not take much to make her do so.

When the binds are tight he stands before her. His fingers touch the base of her chin and he smiles down at her. It is his way of silently thanking her for understanding his needs. She gives a small smile back and Sir's hand leaves her chin quickly. The view of his zipper falling makes her clit twitch in arousal. She barely has time to lick her lips in anticipation before Sir shoves his thick hard cock down her awaiting throat. Immediately she chocks, but he gives her no room to breathe, his hand is locked firmly in her silky hair and she works to relax for him. When she manages to accept him he violently fucks her throat taking what he needs in that moment . . . he needs control. She gives him everything she has, her saliva dripping from her lips, down his cock, down her chin. It isn't pretty, it isn't meant to be. It is meant to be a gift for his need and she gives it to him perfectly. She works to keep her tongue active when her warm mouth sucks around his shaft. When he slams deep down inside her throat her tongue concentrates on his nut sac, giving him the pleasure he needs. She can feel him holding off his pending orgasm and she doesn't mind, despite how sore her jaw will be. She kneels for him, bound and owned while his dick dances across her tongue. After a significant amount of time has passed she can hear his breathing falter, he's going to to cum. She prepares her throat for her Sir's cum but he pulls out of her. With two hard slaps of his cock on each cheek she knows to close her eyes and soon is greeted with his hot cum erupting onto her face. She holds back a smile as the pain from him pulling on her hair subsides. She does not move, or open her eyes but she is certain her Sir has once again stepped away.

When he returns a second time she feels his grip firmly on her upper arm. Opening her eyes, she quickly stands to her feet and is taken into her room. There he opens her closet and pushes her clothes back. She gives a small quiver, she knows what is coming. "Lean into me." He whispers softly into her ear. She follows his instruction and leans backward, thus bringing her chest upwards. "Tiptoes." He whispers. She gives a small whimper even before he grabs her hanger and right breasts. When the clam closes over her nipple she lets out a scream and feels her Sir tighten his grip around her chest. It hurts worse for her if she struggles, she knows it but the instinct is there. She cries out again when Sir secures her left breasts. She is trapped now. She opens her eyes to see Sir looking down at her. "Be a good girl now." He whispers, stepping back, making her take responsibility for the weight and pull on her breasts. If she drops off her toes it will pull worse but the clamps will not break free. He hands are still secured behind her back but if her arms struggle they too will pull unnecessarily onto the clamps. She sees the camera come out and she whispers her question, "How long Sir?"

"As long as I desire." He answers, spreading her feet apart. She cries out, searching for subspace, needing it to tolerate the pain. She feels her over the top rabbit vibrator being shoved inside of her and then feels Sir put it on the most torturing controls in existence. She struggles on her feet, causing the clamps to pull. Her teeth fall to her lip as she tries not to cry out from her mistake. She feels the duck tape being placed on her body, Sir plans on keep the vibe there a while. She turns her head to him, her eyes distant. She stands there suffering, watching in slight jealousy as Sir pulls on his cock while watching her. Time becomes blurred.

During this point she would normally expect more. Either a flogger or whip or something to keep her senses sharp and aware of the pain, but her body is worn from the night before and she knows this is the extent in which he will go. When her orgasms pend she begs for permission which he grants over and over, watching, sometimes touching, but never relenting the torture. He waits while her legs shake and waits for her to stop fighting the desire to stay on her toes. After five full minutes of her staying flat foot he steps behind her. Without warning her releases the clamps simultaneously causing the blood flow to enter with force and sting. She screams out and his voice is there, gentle and assuring in his ear. He massages them until they are back to normal and then he places her on the bed, pressing on her stomach to give the vibrate and even more torturing affect.

It takes will not to squirm away. She knows what will happen if she does. This is how he wants her to suffer and if she chooses to protest about it by squirming away her ass will be so sore she will not be able to sit for a week.

The feeling is intense and she cries out, begging with incoherent words. Sir doesn't stop, he knows what he needs from her and he takes it. Driving her past the point of edge while his hand falls into her hair, his voice is soft, assuring. "Let go." He whispers. She lies there her body taken to the extreme, orgasm after orgasm flooding her body. He glazed eyes open just slightly and he sees his beautiful smile one last time before her world goes black.

When she awakens, she finds herself in a body tie, with her hands trapped in front of her and her Sir holding her. She turns to him the best she can and kisses him softly before he turns her as he wishes and holds her in silence, while running his fingers gently through her hair. It is her reward for suffering for him. He is pleased and relaxed and it causes her to smile, nothing makes her happier.

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