Diary Entry: Part 1
I showed up at Master's house at exactly 6:45pm, dressed in the gift he had given me for the night. The dress was a bit short, covering my pussy and ass but only a centimeter of my thighs when standing upright. I knew I wouldn't be standing for long - my pussy was already throbbing at the thought of being bent over.
A bare-chested Master opened the door in only his briefs, flaunting his hairy, muscular chest and erect nipples for me to see. He gave me a smirk, making me feel like I had been caught staring.
"You're going to be doing more than just looking at me soon, Gwen," he teased. I tried my best to hold back my moans, but my legs squeezed together, unable to hide my excitement. He noticed and laughed. "Believe me, you should know, you're a complete slut."
Once the door was closed, Master pushed me to my knees on a small rug in the foyer. I didn't object, turning to face him as I did, expecting him to give me his cock to pleasure.
"Nope, that's not what I have in mind," he said with a smile as he grabbed a leather collar with ring attachments and a long leash that ended in a tapered whip-like part. I got excited when I saw the "USE ME" nameplate on the collar. I wanted to serve. I wanted him to control me and use me in every way possible.
He put the collar around my neck, tightening it but not too much. He connected the leash to the front hook and passed it between his legs before hoisting it up around his thigh. It was clear he had other plans for me as he yanked my head towards his bulging crotch. I could feel the heat of his erection through his briefs and the pulse of blood in his throbbing cock. He pulled his briefs down, exposing his thick dick and heavy balls to my waiting mouth.
I took his balls into my mouth, trying to suck them as his hand tightened the leash, pulling me closer. He let me suckle on his balls for a while before loosening the leash, pulling me up by my hair, and plunging his cock into my mouth. He held my hair to help me move in time with his movements. He slammed his cock into the back of my throat so deeply that I felt like he was trying to force his balls through it.
I couldn't deepthroat willingly, but if forced, I could take a few inches. Master seemed to like this, forcing me onto his cock with both hands, pushing himself deeper with each thrust. His balls slapped my chin, making me gag and my eyes water with tears. Just as I thought I might vomit, he pulled out abruptly. Before I had a chance to close my mouth, he leaned over me, spitting into my throat in an attempt to wet it up so he could take more of his dick. I kept my mouth open, eager to resume pleasuring him.
And resume pleasuring him he did, slamming his rod back into my throat, holding my hair to force me onto him. I struggled not to gag as he rammed himself into me. He quickly reached his climax, let out a tired "Fuck," and pulsed inside me. I gagged and coughed, but didn't puke.
He helped me to my feet and gave me a gentle kiss, tapping my hand to ask how I was. I responded with the same pattern, letting him know I wanted more. "I need your pussy, Master," I whispered, and he grew aroused. He grabbed the leash and led me to the basement, my heart pounding as I remembered the excitement of being in his playroom.
The room was dimly lit, spacious, and filled with luxury furniture like a four-poster king bed, leather couches on the walls, and many other devices. There were also sex toys and punishment tools laid out on tables, and I knew there were more in the cabinets.
When we reached the bed, he whispered, "I want to spread you open."
With that, Master took off my dress to reveal my exposed pussy and ass. "Let's get you ready," he whispered as he studied my body, leaving me shivering with anticipation.
He slid the satiny dress off my head, reminding me of the stipulation that no bra was allowed. My nipples protruded prominently, accentuating my round, firm breasts. He sucked one roughly before pushing me onto the bed.
"Lie down, face up, don't struggle," he ordered, and I complied.
He secured my hands and feet gently but firmly. He adjusted the straps to spread my legs apart until my wet pussy was completely exposed and any struggle wouldn't close my thighs. Satisfied, he stepped away for a few minutes to gather some objects I couldn't see from my view on the bed. I heard him place various items on the bench at the end of the bed, some rattling like keys, and others soft and heavy.
He stepped back on top of me, pressing cold metal nipple clamps onto my stomach as he twisted my nipples in his thick fingers. He sat on my pelvis, his erect penis flopping on my soft stomach, having discarded his underwear from my line of sight. He squeezed and twisted my nipples, evoking gasps and moans from my salivating mouth. He inserted two fingers into my mouth, rubbing them deep.
"Suck," he instructed. I complied, drooling on his fingers as he persisted in teasing my tender nipples. They had swollen by now, throbbing with pleasure from his handling. "Little slut," he whispered in my ear.
I had forgotten the clamps on my stomach until one grasped my left nipple, eliciting a painful shout from deep within my throat: "Oh fuck, no please, no, it hurts!"
"I enjoy it when you beg," he cooed, attaching the second clamp to my right breast. I cried and tried to buck my hips, but his weight on me restrained me. I writhed in anguish at my inability to move, pulling at the restraints on my wrists and ankles fruitlessly, my torso captured under him and his hands now going around my neck. "Stop moving," he barked, but I couldn't stop. He raised his hand, and I feared he would slap my face, but to my surprise, he slapped my now wet pussy, one, two, three times. I shrieked and shuddered, but the pain overpowered my panic and gradually brought my body to stillness, pinned beneath him. His weight on me, along with his penis itself, seemed to crush my upper body with its size; my breasts felt like they were being held in place by the weight of his cock alone. The clamps on my nipples throbbed with each intake of breath. The prospect of stillness was as unappealing as the prospect of motion. My pussy ached, my clit protruding and demanding attention. I was completely under his control, merely a sex toy for him to manipulate.
I was on the brink of orgasm when, unexpectedly, he got up and removed himself from me. I lay still for a moment, gasping for breath. My breasts' movement caused the clamps to pinch harder on each breath. I felt my orgasm slipping away, now impossible to reach. I wanted to weep, overwhelmed by my desire.
"I'm not ready to cum yet, so you don't get to either. Sluts can only cum after Daddy has cum."
I heard his footsteps leave the room, leaving me bound and immobilized, my own breathing causing the sexual torture of my breasts to persist in his absence. I eagerly anticipated his return.
To be continued...
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