AN ORGY OF WANTING

Leona walked into the apartment, arms loaded with work and dinner.  Only her small finger was free to switch on the light. Instead, she felt cold metal wrap around her wrist and click with a familiar snap.   Papers slid from her grasp and the hamburger and curly fries thumped to the floor to be gobbled voraciously by Brutus, her pet ferret.

Just a quickly as the items left her arms the other handcuff was snapped around her free wrist and she was jerked forward into the dining room.  Legs were spread wide and anchored to the large Mediterranean table legs.  A hand firmly planted in the middle of her back threw her forward across the table.

"Don’t move, bitch.” It was Siler’s voice.  She stayed laying forward over the table as he moved around it and anchored her arms to the other side.   Her black skirt was hoisted over her rear to expose her garters and red thong panties.  Leona felt the rough hands slide over the rounded globes that provided the focal point of so many male desires.  Her slim waist flared into voluptuously rounded spheres that Leona knew men lusted after as she walked away from them.  Now they were exposed to Siler’s desires.  And he played with them as he wished.   He caressed them.  He kneaded them.  He petted them.  And he began to stroke them.  At first he gently landed his open hand on her naked rear.  First one cheek and then the other felt the warming caresses of Siler’s hand.  And the rhythm became faster.  And as it increased the strength of the strokes increased.  

At first Leona relished the warmth of the stroking. She was normally the one who performed this service for Siler.   Slowly the glow on her rear began to change to a fire.  With each stroke the fire grew stronger, and she began to squirm beneath his ministrations.

Siler’s baritone crooned in her ear, “How does it feel, Bitch?”  Leona pulled against the cuffs.

A harder slap landed on her rear. “Answer me!   How does it feel?  I don’t want to ask you again.   I don’t think you want me to.”

Leona was taken aback.  She knew what answer was expected.  “It hurts.”

“It hurts…what?”

“It hurts….Sir.”  She just could not bring herself to say the word “master.” She was the domme. This was not in the senario of their relationship.

“For now, we’ll let it go at that.”  Siler moved behind her.  She could hear him moving to the back of the room and hear movement of instruments in a bag.  Leona could feel more than see the movements Siler was making.   Still the lights were out, but she could make out shadows.  Before she could fight it, her head was pulled back and a ring-gag was inserted between her lips and teeth and the leather straps were pulled tight behind her head.

“I want to hear you cry and moan, Bitch.  You don’t get a gag like the one you use on me…You will feel the real cock in your mouth shortly.   But you will not be able to talk.”  Leona could hear the smile in his voice.   Not long after the gag was tightened, Siler slid the tight hood over her head and zipped shut the mouth and eyes.  “For the time being, however, you will be mute.  Do you understand, Slut?  Nod your head.”

Leona hesitated.  A sharp pain slashed across her exposed rear.  “Do you understand?”  Siler’s voice was more insistent. She slowly nodded the affirmative.

"From now on, Bitch Slut, you will respond immediately.  Do you understand?” The words were measured and demanding. She nodded once more.

“Good.  Now that you understand I mean business, this is what is going to happen.” As he spoke, Siler rubbed Leona’s burning rear. “You are going to be spanked like you have never been before.  For the first time in your life you will cry.”  She shook her head no.

“Oh, yes.  You will cry.  And you will beg to become the slut you are. You will beg me to allow you to orgasm.  You will not do so until I tell you that you may. Do you understand that, Slut?”  Once more she shook her head in the affirmative.

“Good, now that you understand what you are, we will begin.”  Siler stroked her through the dampening material of her thong.  “You are a slut, aren’t you? Respond, Bitch.”  Leona shook her head yes.

“Much better.”   He continued to rub both the skin of her rear and the dampening material of her panties.  The warmth that she felt on her rear began to spread to the inside of her belly.  As she began to wiggle under his ministrations, Siler once more began to stroke her rear.  Harder and harder the blows fell on her rear.  She knew the color of her cheeks were turning to a bright red. That is what she had done to him.  As the burning grew in her rear, Siler began to stroke between her legs more insistently.  Each stroke was followed by manipulation of her labia through the sheer material.  When she could stand no more, she tried to meet his hand as he caressed the wet material between her thighs.

Siler chuckled. “I see that you are letting yourself be guided, Bitch.   Now it is time for you to learn the truth of submission.”

Leona struggled against the cuffs at her wrists and ankles.  Siler laid his hand between her legs and against her will she felt herself trying to encourage him to provide her with a release of the tension that was growing around her clit.   He laughed.  “Yes, you are becoming a sex slut.”

Leona felt the flimsy material of her thong ripped from her body.  The shock of the event electrified her body and she reacted to the first of a series of strokes by the cane.  Nine strokes rained down on her now naked rear.   Once they had been delivered, she felt Siler following the lines of the strokes. He then grabbed her rounded globes and licked the burning stripes.  He continued to massage the nether cheeks until she felt him slip a finger inside her.  Her muscles convulsed around the intrusion. Her womb began to contract.

“Don’t you dare come.”  It was a command not to be disregarded.  Leona struggled to control the orgasm that was beginning to build.  She felt Siler slide his hand under her and seek out the hard nub that screamed for release.  She bucked toward it.  “I said NO, Bitch.”   And he pinched the bud.  The tension subsided as he once more began to massage her ass and the finger inside it wiggled insistently within her.  Suddenly she felt the finger removed and Siler started to slip a larger plug inside her.  Plugs were for subs!  She fought it.  She squirmed.   Siler landed a dozen sharp strokes on her rear and exposed upper thighs. 

“Stop. You will be plugged!”  She still fought the plug and once more Siler landed a dozen strokes with the cane on her rear and legs. A sharp intake of breath and a sudden ceasing of the struggle signaled that Leona was willing to accept the sign of the sub…a butt plug. Just as she had so often slipped the plug into Siler, he now filled her with one.  The muscles fought at first, rejecting the insertion, tried to expel it, and then settled around the plug, caressed it, and welcomed the fullness it brought to her.  And once more she started to build to an orgasm.

This time Siler did not help her stop it.  “Do it yourself, Slut.  Show your Master you have at least some control.”

Leona stopped at the word “master.”>  She was not yet ready to admit that Siler was a master  She fought the orgasm as Siler used one hand to massage her clit and his other to stroke her repeatedly with the cane. They were being made one for her.   Leona fought the orgasm she felt building.  Over and over she tried to deny it.  She fought to deny to caning she was receiving.  She fought to hold back the tears.   Over and over the cane fell on her exposed rear.   Without relief the other hand massaged the clit as it grew larger and larger under Siler’s ministrations.   The frustration built within Leona. She tried to deny it, too.  Finally, the attempt to avoid sexual release, to not cry at the caning, and to not give into the frustration she was feeling was too much.  Leona began to cry.

If she could have seen it, she would have seen the smile on Siler’s face as he manipulated her to an orgasm like she had never had before. He continued to stroke her rear with his hand.  He slipped three fingers inside her and laid his thumb on her clit.  Over and over again she strained toward him in orgasm. The fingers slipped deep within her and massaged the inside of her womb. The thumb abused the clit repeatedly.  As she struggled to buck toward him, Siler brought her to orgasm after orgasm.  Tears streamed down her hidden cheeks beneath the hood.  He could hear her gasp as she cried as she had never cried in her life.   It was not tears of pain or frustration.  It was tears of release.  It was the tears of a sub who has finally achieved flight into sub space.  The tears bathed her face and baptized her as a submissive.

But Siler was not yet finished.>  He released Leona from the table and led her to her bedroom.  Ripping the remaining clothing from her upper body, he then laid her on the bed and secured her hands to the headboard and her ankles to the end.  With her legs held wide open, Siler laid her vibrator between her legs.   It was not close enough to touch her body, but she could feel the vibrations of it on the bed.  Once more Leona began to climb the mountain of an orgasm.

"Not yet, my little sex slut. You still have more to learn.”  To stop the impending orgasm Siler once more tweaked the sensitive nub between Leona’s legs.   The sensation ceased, but did not abate completely Siler began to massage her breasts.  Over and over again he rolled them between thumb and forefinger.  Each time it was harder.>  Each time she felt the reaction between her legs get stronger. Finally, he took her nipples into his mouth and licked the large berry nubs in a frenzy of loving. He bit them and pulled on them.   And as he did so she raised her hips, searching in vain for him.

“So, you want me, do you my little slut?”

She nodded her head.  

“OK, I will take the hood off and you can have me.”  Siler removed the hood and through the ring gag inserted his penis into her mouth.

“Now, slut, it is your turn to give me some pleasure.  Suck it.  Make me come.”

Leona accepted the erect penis as far into her mouth as the ring would allow him to go.  She used her tongue to stimulate the back side of his cock.  She slid her mouth to the tip. slipped her tongue into the slit, around the head, and focused her attention at the sensitive soft under side of the head.   As she fucked his cock with her mouth, her hips reached for the orgasm she too wanted. She was not longer in control.  She wanted sensation and nothing more. Again and again she strained for the orgasm that she tried to give Siler.  She wanted one of her own also.  Over and over again her hips gyrated into the air above her.  Finally, she felt the erect penis withdrawn from her mouth and slammed into her waiting cunt.  Her muscles gripped it.   They grasped it.   They made love to it.  Her only focus was on her cunt.  She wanted to orgasm.  She fought to achieve the orgasm.  And finally, Siler allowed her to achieve it.   Not only once, but again and again.  He orchestrated her until she begged for him to stop.  The multiple orgasms left her drained, and once more weeping.

Siler released her from the bonds.  He took her into his arms and caressed her.  He held her until she began to understand where she was once more.  She feebly kissed him, too exhausted from her ordeal and he held her as she drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep.

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