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The last couple of weeks had been hectic for us. Between his overtime at work and my final University exams getting closer and closer, we had barely even seen each other, never mind anything else. It had been so long since He had used me I was beginning to worry that I would implode from my desperation to feel Him inside me again. So when I came home to find Him in the bedroom, dressed to the nines and smelling of cologne it was enough to send me mindlessly to my knees, my chest heaving with anticipation.

He did not bat an eyelid at this response. Clearly He had been expecting it.

“It’s been a hard few weeks pet. Tonight I think I will need something…a little extra to properly satisfy me.”

I looked up at Him inquisitively. He responded only with a simple command.

“Go get ready.”

“Yes Sir.” I breathed.

My feelings of excitement mingled with confusion as I did my hair and make up. I wondered where we were going. There was nothing on tonight, as far as I knew, anyway.

After disposing of my ratty uni clothes, I walked naked from the bathroom to select an appropriately lascivious outfit, but as I reached for the wardrobe door I felt Him behind me. He placed His hands firmly against the wardrobe door, preventing me from opening it. I felt His breath against my neck, hot and heady with arousal. He pushed me up against the door. His face bore possessively into my neck, kissing and biting. He whispered roughly into my ear.

“You won’t be needing anything from in here tonight my darling. You’re perfect just as you are.”

With that, He grabbed my hair and pulled down, forcing me into a kneeling position facing the wardrobe door.

As I listened to Him preparing the room for His evening plans, I had to fight the almost insurmountable desire to fondle my heavy exposed breasts and massage my now aching clit.

After a few minutes He called me to Him. I crawled to His feet with agonising slowness, my hips swaying sensually with each movement. I knew how much He preferred this to the mad scramble I would have otherwise employed to be near Him as soon as possible. I saw that he had laid out leather cuffs and metal braces on the floor by the end of the bed. He Himself did not lift a finger but instead instructed me on how He wanted me bound. Sometimes it amused Him to watch me make myself so vulnerable for Him so willingly. I connected the cuffs on my thighs to cuffs on my ankles and wrists, forcing me to remain kneeling with my hands by my sides. When I had finished, he checked to ensure I wasn’t going to lose circulation and locked everything in place. I let out a surprised cry when I felt Him lift me up off the floor and dump me back down on top of the metal cage He kept opposite the bed. He had covered the cages roof with blankets and pillows, making it comfortable to kneel on. It was only a small cage. Kneeling on top of it my head came to about His abdomen. With such a view my mouth opened for Him almost without thinking. He only laughed at that.

“Well isn’t this a lovely reaction. You’re being so well behaved this evening princess.”

The praise sent my heart racing and I felt a fresh wave of arousal between my legs. I was so ready, so desperate to finally feel His hard cock inside me.

Which is why I almost sobbed with crushing disappointment when instead of unzipping escort taksim His fly, He reached beside Him and pulled a muzzle from inside His toy bag.

“No Sir please please let me—”

The leather of the muzzle fit tight around my jaw, fixing my mouth completely closed. Now bound and gagged, I could only stare at Him with wide eyes, silently pleading. Even this small privilege did not last as I was finally blindfolded, leaving me completely and utterly at the mercy of His will.

I tried to make sense of what was happening as He reached His hands around me, and I jumped when I felt the freezing touch of lube against my asshole. I moaned through my gag with a mixture of pain and pleasure as He slowly eased one then two fingers into my tight ass, slowly pushing in and out. I whimpered. If this kept up much longer I would definitely come. But the fingers pulled away and in their place I felt cool, smooth glass. The plug was thin, but long and extremely heavy. I had to clench my ass to keep it in place. The movement pushed the plug up against the back of my g-spot and caused a peculiar, delicious ache to pulse through my clitoris. I was so close. If only he would finger me, rub my clit, brush a nipple, anything!

“That plug will still be in your ass when I return or there will be serious consequences.”

“When You return?” I thought. “Wait what?”

It wasn’t until I heard the front door lock that I finally understood. The blankets, the pillows, using a muzzle instead of a ball gag…I was going to be here for a long time.

It had felt like an eternity had passed when I heard the sound of the lock once again. My excitement turned to dread as I heard the sound of laughter coming down the hallway. High, tinkling laughter, and the sound of high heeled shoes against the hallway tile.

Ohhh fuck.

I listened, petrified, to the sound of soft laughter and flirtatious conversation. My fear only doubled as I made out the topic of conversation.

“So can I see her?”

“You want to see her?”

“Mmmhmm”

“Well aren’t you adventurous, by all means, follow me.”

I think my soul temporarily left my body as I heard the bedroom door open.

“Oh wow. She seems pretty. It’s kind of hard to tell though.”

I felt His hands behind my head, beginning to work on the knot of the blindfold. I struggled. I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t want Him to take it off. I wanted to hide.

I tried to look at the floor but he grabbed my jaw and pushed my head up, forcing me to look into the eyes of a beautiful brunette woman in her thirties. She looked down at me with fascination.

“And she’s been here the whole time?” She asked, still looking at me.

“Naturally.” He replied easily.

“And she likes it?”

Now He stared down at me as well. He held my gaze with a faint smile playing around the corners of his mouth.

“You know, I never thought to ask.” He paused before adding “I certainly do.”

He seemed to say the last part directly to me, and I realised I did like this. I liked this a lot.

“I can see why. Can I touch it…I mean her?”

He chuckled at her slip and shrugged.

“Yeah sure, do whatever. Just keep her in once piece. I’m going to make us another drink. Gin?”

She nodded vaguely. Her stere escort maslak was much more intense now. She reached out slowly, like someone trying to help a wounded animal, a softly stroked my cheek. I flinched at her touch but I did not move away or struggle. Even though the fear I was determined to behave well. To make Him proud.

I struggled to keep my breathing under control as her hand moved from my face to my neck to my breasts. The other hand tangled into my hair, keeping my head back and my chest pushed forward. She never took her eyes off mine. As her hand roamed freely across my body, she began musing softly, almost to herself.

“You are truly beautiful, aren’t you? And clearly desperate to please Him.”

Her hand stoped at my collar, she moved her eyes away momentarily to read the delicate lettering on my tag before continuing her exploration. Her hand came to my left nipple and she circled it gently.

“If you would do anything for Him, I can’t help but wonder…why aren’t you enough for Him?”

My eyes widened. Her grip on my nipple became suddenly tighter. Painful. I whimpered. She moved closer to me until her face was only an inch from mine.

“You try so hard to be perfect and yet He wants someone else. Someone so different from you. A real woman. A women who takes what she wants and doesn’t cower in corners. A women He could build something great with. Perhaps it should surprise neither of us that a man like Him needs more than a weak, disposable, desperate little slut like you.”

Between the pain of her assault on my nipple and the shock of her words I began to cry. Is that what this women wanted? To get rid of me? Why had He brought her here? Is it true what she says?

She released my nipple and knelt down so that she was at my eye level. She wiped away my tears and made soft soothing noises.

“Shh. It’s okay darling. Calm down. You’re very cute and He says your very well behaved. We won’t get rid of you. I think I could find plenty of uses for such an obedient little thing..”

At this point, He re-entered the room, drinks in hand. He looked to me, a touch of confusion in His expression as he passed her her gin.

“Oh dear. What have you been up to in here? You seem to have made quite a mess of my girl.”

“We’re just having some fun, weren’t we sugar.” She smiled down at me.

He leaned down regarding me carefully, and brought two fingers to feel between my legs. His fingers made a lewd squelching sound and came away soaking wet, leaving a shining strand of my juices. He had exposed the awful truth. She had made me terribly, mortifyingly wet. He smiled and turned towards her.

“Well now, not just anybody can do that.”

He held up my shameful arousal for her to see. She came to his side and, without taking her eyes off his, brought His fingers to her lips and sucked off my juices. The act clearly had a powerful effect on Him, because He brought His hand down to grip her ass, bringing their bodies crashing together. He kissed her deeply, passionately, and she kissed Him back with a power and I hunger I could never match. They tore desperately at each other’s clothes until both were completely naked. He lifted her and pushed her up against the wall. She moaned loudly as He buried His face in her breasts, bringing one of escort topkapı her nipples into His mouth. She ran her fingers through His hair and pulled His head back to kiss her again. He indulged her for a moment or two before turning to throw her onto the bed. She landed with a hungry smile still on her face and reached out for his cock as He came towards her, taking it into her mouth. She took His length easily as He slammed against her throat again and again. Soon he pulled out and took her in His arms again, grabbing greedily at her tits and ass. His voice was horse with arousal as He told her to go get the condoms from her purse. She laughed with wild anticipation as she ran from the room. Once she left, His attention turned once again to me. Panting, he reached for my bedside table and pulled out my vibrator. My eyes widened and flinched away from it as though it had teeth. He held me steady by the throat as He fixed the device in place. Even on its lowest setting, adding to the sensation of the plug I could feel my arousal tighten and begin to build towards an orgasm. She sauntered back in with an unopened condom between her teeth. I began to shake violently, trying to hold off an orgasm that I had not yet been granted. She came to stand beside Him, both of them watching me suffer the torture of denial.

“Is she going to come?” She asked, casually stroking His cock.

I looked up at Him, desperate for an answer.

He reached down and grabbed me by the chin, regarding my pleading expression with a devilish smile.

“She will.”

I moaned with relief, but before I could find release, He yanked the vibrator away. I screamed in protest. She began to fondle her breast with her spare hand, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

“She will come,” he continued, his grip on my chin tightening, “She will come while she watches me fuck you. She will think about the fact that I wanted something more. Something better. She’ll think about how inadequate and disposable she is, and she will come.”

He roughly shoved the vibrator back between my legs, and the two of them returned to the bed. They fucked hard and in every position, both of them fighting for dominance. He was right. Seeing Him enjoy her and knowing I would never be that made me come. Being ignored and unneeded made me come. Knowing I was so replaceable made me come. I watched them and I came. Over and over. When He came inside her, she came with him, but she kept her eyes half open. She watched me watching them. She watched me shake and cry and struggle against wave after wave of arousal. She smiled at me as she reached her head up to kiss under His chin. She knew what she had and she wanted me to know it too.

For a while they both lay panting beside each other on the bed. Neither came to release me, and I continued to struggle against the painful overstimulation. Only when I became unbalanced in my thrashing and crashed to the floor did He come to me. He checked to see if I was hurt, but it was a shot fall onto the rug. I was fine. Besides the insatiable fire of my pussy. I painted with relief when He removed the vibrator and the plug. He stroked my hair soothingly. I closed my eyes, revealing in His attentions.

“Now what do You do with her?” She called from the bed.

“Nothing.” He said softly. “She’s fine.”

He covered my head with a pillow case He pulled from the dresser and left me where I lay on the floor beside the bed.

Neither of them bothered with me after that. I listened to them have increasingly sleepy sex, in between soft pillow talk, and when all was finally quiet, she fell asleep in His arms.

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