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Twisted Passion

***One***

It's been a long grueling couple of months...

On a Friday after coming home from work my wife told me to get cleaned up, shower, shave and brush, just like you were going on a hot date, oh and, make sure to pay special attention down below, "I expect your privates clean and shaved. Oh, and make sure your ass is clean. Let me know when you're done."

"My ass clean?" I thought. "I always wash my ass," when the light bulb blinked on in my head, "The inside too."

Thinking to myself, "I might be in for a long wished for fantasy being fulfilled tonight." I set about the task at hand. First, get clean inside; I prepared to give myself a healthy enema, surprised to find a four quart bag already hanging in the shower. I started the water running and adjusted it until it was good and warm and proceeded to fill the bag.

After inserting the nozzle I started the flow. As I began to become full so did my cock, swelling until it felt like it would burst. The pressure inside began to get uncomfortable and I had to slow the flow to a trickle until I could relax. It took a while before I could manage to take the entire bag but I did manage.

Stepping from the shower, I held it in while I quickly shaved, that had to be a record because the urge to expel the liquid from within was growing by the minute. Once I finished shaving I made my way to the toilet to evacuate. Relieved, I gave myself a second flush to finish the cleansing.

With that somewhat unpleasant experience complete it was into the shower. Washing thoroughly and shampooing my hair I moved on to removing the hair on and around my privates. First I lathered everything below the waist paying special attention to my cock and balls. I then proceeded to shave all the pubic hair from below my waist, a long and tedious process but one I was hoping would yield big dividends.

Once I had finished with my shower and brushed I shouted out to her that I was out. She yelled back, "hang on and don't go anywhere."

She quickly met me at the bathroom door, nodded her approval and said, "I want you to close your eyes and turn around." I hesitated a moment and she asked, "You trust me don't you?"

"Why wouldn't I?" I queried in reply.

A mischievous smile crept over her face and not wanting break the mood I closed my eyes and turned around. She quickly slipped something over my head and over my eyes, a blindfold of some kind, and told me, "Under no circumstances are you to touch this, do you understand?"

"Yes dear." I answered.

She then rather firmly said, "Tonight I am not your dear, I am your Mistress and owner of these," grabbing my cock and balls and giving them a firm squeeze. This caused me to flinch and grab at her hands, to which she slapped my hands and almost shouted "Hands off! I see I'm going to have to do something about those hands."

To be completely truthful, I have always fantasized about being dominated by a sexy woman and have expressed those feelings to my wife on more than one occasion. Those conversations regarding my fantasies were usually short lived, of being bound without control, having my ass paddled or flogged until it was bright red. Then there was that of being taken roughly with a large strap-on. The thought of being helpless, unable to do anything but accept whatever happens was a huge turn on and constantly in my mind during our mostly tame love making sessions. My lovely wife would usually just laugh it off and tell me that she wasn't into that sort of thing and much preferred that I be the one in charge, usually ending with us having a quick normal fuck until our desires were sated. Tonight, it seemed, those fantasies were about to be fulfilled. If only I knew to what extent my dreams would become reality.

"I know you have had a bit of a rough week but trust me I've had a week from hell myself. No one will leave me be long enough just to take care of me. So, for tonight I am going to get a little stress relief and if you behave maybe you will get some as well. Understood?"

"Yes dear, uh sorry, yes Mistress," I quickly corrected.

"That's a little better. By the time we're through I'm sure you'll have it down pat," she stated. Grabbing my cock she said, "Follow me."

Much to my surprise my cock started to respond to the rough handling as she led me toward the bedroom, blind and too dumbstruck to form any comprehendible speech. "This may be a lot more than I bargained for," I thought out loud.

"I may need to do something about that mouth as well as those grabby hands," she said as if to herself.

She led me to the bedroom and pulled me forward by my cock until my knees bumped into the end of the bed and then continued to pull my now rigid member painfully forward. I whimpered and said, "Please be careful with my cock."

"I thought I told you that tonight that tonight this is my cock and these are my balls," ,he said through her teeth, as she grabbed, twisted and pulled my balls.

I groaned and fell forward onto the bed and with shortened breath said, "Please be careful with your cock and balls Mistress."

"Oh, I'll be more than careful," she replied with a slight chuckle.

My normally passive wife had taken on a persona that I wasn't accustomed to and I wasn't sure whether or not to be concerned. One thing that was certain was that my cock was rock hard as if it had a mind of its own and was enjoying the abuse.

"Climb on the bed and reach forward just until your hands reach the edge of the mattress and then lie still with your arms and hands stretched out!" she ordered. Apparently I hesitated a moment too long and she gave my ass a sharp slap and said, "Now!"

"Yes Mistress," I answered as I quickly began to crawl onto the bed.

As I crawled forward I came across what felt like a towel and then slightly higher a pillow under the towel. I kept creeping forward, encountering another pillow I continued forward until I could just reach the edge of the mattress and then lay still, my ass lifted up by the first pillow, my chest across the second with my head hanging slightly off the edge, I waited for whatever order would come next. My mind had begun to wander and my swollen member slowly began to deflate.

I could hear her moving up alongside the bed and then rustling at the head of the mattress. The next thing I felt was a wrap of a rope or cord around my wrists and she gave a quick tug and the binding tightened snuggly locking my hands and wrists together.

"What are you planning to do with..."

She cut me off mid-sentence and with a calculated calm voice said, "Whatever I feel like doing and I expect you to behave and cooperate." My Mistress then wrapped another rope between my wrists and around the rope binding them and tied the rope off. "That should do it," she said.

I could hear her moving to the foot of the bed and heard a rustling and then a zipping sound as my hands were pulled down tight to the mattress. Obviously well thought out, I realized that she had run a rope under the mattress and that the zipping sound was her pulling the rope taught effectively pinning my hands and arms to the head of the mattress.

"Spread your legs," she ordered.

I tried my best to comply and with some difficulty worked my knees toward the sides of the bed.

"That's not nearly far enough," I heard her mumble as she grabbed my right ankle and pulled.

"Ungh, too much," was all I was able to moan.

She relaxed her efforts somewhat bringing sigh from me and began to wrap a rope snuggly around my ankle and tie off the end. She then proceeded to my left ankle and pulled toward the side of the bed until once again I groaned. She relaxed her pull a bit and bound my left ankle just as the right; she slipped her hand between my balls and the pillow and pulled my semi-flaccid member out from under my belly tugging it firmly back between my legs causing a moan to escape my lips.

My (her) cock again began to swell trying valiantly to become fully rigid but pinned beneath and behind me as it was there was only so far it was able to go, straining mightily to achieve a more normal ninety degree angle from my crotch. Here I was, bound securely face down, my ass, cock and balls quite exposed.

"Now, I know this is something you think you always wanted," she began to lecture, "but tonight we're going to test your endurance and maybe we can release some of our built up tension, I know that I'll get some relief either way. I'm going to do things to bring you to the edge over and over until you are begging to cum, or at least for the torment to my cock, my balls, my ass or whatever other part of you I choose to claim, to finally come to a close. I am going to leave you a whimpering, blubbering, quivering mass of flesh that takes at least all of tomorrow to completely recover. For tonight, you are mine to do with as I please. From the tips of your outstretched fingers to the tips of your toes, everything in-between, your arms, legs, back, chest, stomach, head, mouth, cock, balls, ass and yes, even your mind are mine. Now, I want you to agree to give yourself to me completely, to be totally at my mercy. But before you answer you need to understand, there will be pain and not in any small measure, but hopefully intense pleasure as well. I am going to take you to heights you've only imagined but I doubt your imagination can prepare you for what's to come and the trip you are about to take should you agree. So, do you agree to surrender yourself, mind body and soul completely, to me?" she concluded.

"Yes Mistress," I answered quietly.

"Yes Mistress what?" she asked firmly.

I responded more affirmatively "Yes Mistress, I agree to surrender myself to you completely, every bit of my being is yours to do with as you please."

She spoke softly as if to herself, "And so it begins."

***TWO***

My wife, I mean my Mistress has indulged my fantasies to some extent in the past and humored me with some light spanking games and ball grabbing and stretching, even a finger slipped in my ass but she never went very far with it, not her thing she would tell me. Tonight it seemed that I was in for what might be an experience beyond my wildest dreams. I hoped I was up for the task.

Mistress climbed onto the bed and straddled my body facing the foot of the bed, slowly dropping to her knees until she sat firmly on the middle of my back rocking her body and sliding her naked sex slightly back and forth along my spine. Once she had gained what seemed to be a comfortable seat, at least for her, she gave a quick firm, sharp swat to my ass with both hands.

For just a moment there was silence and then I heard the distinctive click of a plastic cap followed by a squirting sound. I just lay anticipating, what I wasn't sure, but anticipating as I felt her hands fall to each cheek, cold from the liquid of the bottle.

There was a distinct smell of baby oil as she began to rub the slippery liquid in a circular motion and then briskly up and down coating my ass thoroughly while she ground her sex up and down my spine. She continued to rub harder and harder until the liquid was warm and well massaged into my skin.

As her hands were removed I could tell she was reaching for something behind her and then turn back and making herself comfortable again.

"The view looks very inviting but your ass is far to pale. Don't you think we should do something about that?" she asked.

I mumbled something incoherently, lost in my own world. She almost shouted, "Answer me when I ask you a question. Don't you think we should do something about that pale ass of yours?"

"Yes Mistress," I managed to reply.

I felt a sudden movement and heard a quick smack, smack, smack the first blow to my right cheek, then the left followed by a thankfully lighter strike right down the middle striking my cock, balls and the sensitive skin between the balls and asshole. Soon after the blows were delivered there followed a stinging, burning glow, from my ass accompanied by dull ache and burning radiating from my groin.

I had no idea what implement she had chosen for the task but I could tell it was very firm, narrow and certainly quite effective. She quickly repeated the process causing me to stifle a scream into the mattress and struggle against my bonds.

As I calmed and lie whimpering she said to me, "Stop being such a wimp, this is what you claim you always wanted and we're just getting warmed up." As she rubbed her hands lightly over my ass she said, "Oh yeah, we'll have this pale ass nice and red in no time." I felt her lift her weight off my back and climb over me and off the bed. "Don't go anywhere lover, I'll be right back," she cooed followed by a short giggle as I heard her leave the room.

I tested the bonds and thought, "I don't think leaving is going to be an option."

I lay waiting for what seemed an eternity but in truth was probably only four or five minutes. My body had begun to relax slightly and my dick was relaxing as well, not quite under the tension it was before, being pulled back underneath put quite a strain on the tendons connecting my cock to my pelvis. My brain was still in overactive mode wondering what was yet in store when I heard the door gently ease open and close with a click as the catch slipped into place.

I could hear her walking lightly up beside the bed and what sounded like marbles or gravel in a plastic bowl as she placed whatever it was on the nightstand. She then bent over next to my ear and whispered, "How are you doing sweetie?"

"I'm okay I guess," I almost whispered.

In a more serious tone she asked "What do you mean "Okay you guess?" Either you're okay or you're not. So which is it?"

Pent up frustration got the best of me and I started a short rant, "Well I'm all trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey waiting to be popped in the oven my ass has a warm glow and my balls are still smarting, but over all I'm okay, I GUESS!"

That sent her over the edge, "In just a minute you're going to know whether you're okay or not! I'm going to turn that ass of yours a new shade of red; you may not be able to sit properly for days."

With that two sharp swats fell across my ass eliciting a loud exclamation from me. I felt her climb back onto the bed and straddle my back. She slowly started to slide and grind her pussy up and down my back, "Oh yeah, that feels so good. I just love the way those tight muscles feel against my clit."

Smack, smack, I heard and felt, one on each butt cheek causing me flinch and tense up. "Yeah, that got you moving." Smack, smack, across the tops of my thighs, smack, smack, across my ass again.

I writhed around like a man possessed bringing a moan from deep within her. "Oh yeah, this is a hell of a good ride, let's see if we can't get you moving with a just little more urgency."

Her hand landed on my ass causing a start from me but she just starting to run her hand softly around my ass as if trying to smooth away wrinkles from a garment not settled just right.

I felt her reach underneath herself, her hand between my back and her pussy, and start to rub herself as she continued to grind and rub up and down on my back.

Smack, smack across my ass, smack, smack, across the tops of my thighs. Let me tell you, the swats across my thighs really, really stung. The backs of the thighs are much more sensitive than the ass. She began focusing her aim mostly on my ass with just an occasional quick strike to my thighs and rubbing herself constantly.

She paused a moment and reached down and grabbed my now soft cock and gave a tug. "Oh, the poor little thing is all shrunken and pathetic. How are you supposed to do anything with that soft little dick? I thought the idea of having your ass paddled turned you on. Well, does it?"

"Yes Mistress," I moaned.

"If this turns you on then why the hell is your cock all wilted?"

"I don't know," was all I could manage.

"You don't know what?" she asked firmly.

"I don't know why my cock is all wilted Mistress." I feebly replied.

Smack, smack, smack, smack, she rubbed herself furiously while she continued her strokes to my ass. My ass felt like it was on fire as I bucked and squirmed beneath her. The assault on my ass and thighs went on and on, and all I could do was whine and moan into the pillow, thrashing and squirming under her ministrations. She was rubbing her pussy and moaning the whole time, bringing herself closer and closer.

After what seemed an eternity, but in all reality probably only 10 minutes, she screamed out, the likes of which I never heard at any point of our marriage. As she started to come down she gradually slowed her beating and rubbing until she finally came to a stop.

"Your ass is so red it looks like two red Christmas balls hanging to close together on the tree. Does it hurt?"

"Yes Mistress, it hurts quite a lot," I whimpered. "Is your little cock still soft?" as she reached down and grabbed my cock. "Yeah, still soft," she answered for me. Rubbing her hands all around my ass she said, "Damn your ass is so hot, it feels like you've been standing to close to a fire for the last hour, you poor thing." she stated, dripping sarcasm. "I don't feel the least bit sorry for you. You always said you wanted this and now look, you're shaking, trembling and barely able to talk, with your cock and balls all shrunken trying to hide from me."

My Mistress lifted herself up from my back, turned and settled between my legs. I felt her move and then heard the marbles in the plastic bowl again. At first it felt like something terribly hot was placed on my ass but I soon realized it wasn't hot, it was very cold. It had been ice that I heard rattling around in the bowl.

She slowly rubbed the ice around one cheek, then the other until it was all melted. Then she took another and repeated the process. The next cube she started to rub slowly and then down between my cheeks across my hole and onto my balls and then cock, up and back, up and back. I had momentarily forgotten the burn on my ass and soon started to feel a stirring deep in my loins as she continued rubbing me with the ice.

She started with another cube, rubbing it up and down the crack of my ass, stopping at my tight asshole. She pressed the cube firmly with her fingers until I felt the ice start to slip into my ass. With one quick push she forced it all the way in. "That should cool things down." As she Rubbed her fingers up and down over my hole. My cock began to swell, getting harder and harder. I soon felt another cube sliding up and down over my ass hole and then being pressed into my ass, her fingers lingering for a brief moment.

I lost count as she kept pushing more and more ice up my ass, cold water seeping and running down from my ass and onto my balls and cock. I just moaned humping against the pillow beneath me, my cock now fully engorged. I felt so full, a cold chill inside, a wicked burning outside.

"Don't you dare let any slip out or there's gonna be hell to pay," she said as she climbed off of me.

***THREE***

My cock was hard as a rock, my ass on fire with an ice cold center trying to fight off the burn. I could feel cold water seeping from my ass, across my balls and cock, the wetness spreading through the towel underneath. I continued humping the pillow furiously trying to find some relief.

"Look at the mess you've made. Didn't I tell you not to let any slip out?" She announced rather than asked.

"Yes Mistress," I managed to respond.

"You're lying there trying to fuck the pillow like a horny dog after a bitch in heat. You are such a fucking slut! I told you there would be hell to pay if any slipped out and I meant every word."

"But Mistress the ice is melting and the pressure is too much, I just couldn't hold it back," I explained in vain.
"No more excuses, you're going to be punished severely for disobeying a direct order!"

I heard my Mistress rustling around and then say, "I knew I would have to do something about that mouth of yours. Lift your head and open up your mouth."

I did as she bade and she proceeded to stuff some type of smooth, soft, silky cloth into my mouth. Immediately I knew, it was her panties. Once my mouth was full she wrapped something over the panties in my mouth and tied it securely behind my head gagging me quite effectively.

"That should help keep you quiet. We wouldn't want the neighbors calling the police because of your screams."

"Screams, "I thought to myself. "What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Much of this was part of a fantasy of mine, or so I thought, but reality is much different than fantasy. It was beginning to seem more like some kind of a sadist's wet dream or a masochist's nightmare.

I heard the nightstand drawer open and close and then Mistress walking to the side of the bed. She then laid something, several strands of something, pliable but not quite soft and started slowly sliding the strands around my ass, back and forth and up and down the crack of my ass. It actually felt very pleasant.

"Are you ready to be punished for your failure to obey me?" she asked with a serious tone.

All I could do was moan and vigorously shake my head no.

"Well to bad," swish, crack, the pain exploded across my right ass cheek like it had been hit with lightening.

And scream I did; very loudly into the gag secured in my mouth. I squirmed and gyrated madly as the fire from the blow slowly spread.

"Those stripes look quite lovely, but kind of lonely." Swish, crack, another explosion of pain, slightly lower across my ass, my screams redoubled and my body thrashed violently. Swish, crack across my right thigh, another crack, higher across my ass. Swish, crack, swish, crack, up and down my ass and backs of my thighs.

The endorphins were begging to kick in; beginning to trick me into believing the pain wasn't as great. Being unable to escape did not prevent me from valiantly trying to evade the blows that rained down, pulling and thrashing against my bonds. Sharp stinging pain was all I knew at this point, the only sounds I could hear were my muffled screams.

In the back of my mind I heard Mistress exclaim, "Oh my God, I'm going to cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck me, yes..." With a stifled scream the blows finally ceased. My screams did not as I thrashed and squirmed, kicking up and down as if to crawl away.

After a few moments I began to calm, the burning along my thigh and ass now steady and heated as I quivered and shook.

"Your right side looks like a candy cane all the way from the backs of your knees to the bottom of your back. But your punishment isn't over yet. We have one entire side that needs tending," Mistress stated calmly.

With tears now soaking my blindfold I wondered how I had managed to endure the abuse and dreaded what was to come. I could hear Mistress moving around the foot of the bed to my left side. I again felt the now familiar strands lain softly across my ass and slowly moving back and forth, up down my left thigh and ass almost sensuously, teasing and taunting as it were. Swish, crack, the first blow landed across my left ass cheek, starting my thrashing and screaming anew.

The beating to my left buttocks and thigh was no less severe than that of my right. The blows were slow and steady, fast and light, interspersed by pauses followed with sharp hard strokes. Changing up her rhythm kept me from being able to anticipate each stroke making the agony all the more difficult to bear.

Apparently satisfied with her handiwork she paused and asked, "So, have you had enough or shall I continue?"

Sobbing, whimpering and squirming, the blindfold now quite wet with my tears, all I could do was shake my head no.

"No, you haven't had enough or no, I shouldn't continue?" she queried.

Not wishing for another blow to land on my burning flesh I again shook my head no and tried valiantly to speak through the gag and tell her no more.

Either she mistook my meaning or she knew perfectly well, but in any event she climbed onto the bed, her feet straddling my torso. Once again I felt the light tickling of the strands across up, down and across my ass. Then squarely, right down the center across my asshole, CRACK!

I screamed into my gag as the pain exploded from my puckered little hole.

"It looks like I missed a bit in between," she said as my squirming body tried desperately to escape.

Crack, another slightly lighter blow slashed across my asshole just catching the base of my balls. I screamed again as the fire spread, my sphincter pulsed, squeezing and relaxing, as I involuntarily started humping against the pillow beneath me.

Mistress continued to deliver the blows only lighter now, pausing between each stroke, until I was driving my crotch into the pillow trying to escape the onslaught. To my amazement, my cock began to swell. Without realizing, instead of the involuntary humping, I was fucking the pillow of my own accord.

My screams now replaced by moans as my orgasm rapidly began to approach.

"It looks like you're beginning to enjoy this," she said as the blows ceased. "A little too much it seems. I think that is enough of that for now, it's about time I made you my bitch."

I wondered exactly what she meant by that as I tried to find relief from the ache in my groin.

***FOUR***

Mistress climbed from the bed and walked across the bedroom. I heard the closet door open followed by the rustling of a plastic bag.

As Mistress approached the bed she said, "I bought us a little, snicker, toy you might find interesting."

There was a long pause and I could barely make out a slight sound as if she was getting dressed. She then came to the head of the bed and I heard the snap of the bottle of oil.

"Open your hands; I want you to feel our new little toy." With that I felt a large, heavy, rubber object land on the palm of my right hand.

"Wrap your fingers around it," she commanded.

As I did I immediately knew what it was. A very large lifelike dildo, so big around my fingers couldn't touch my thumb by quite a bit. Mistress drizzled oil on my hand and began stroking the length of the massive dildo through my fingers. The head was very distinct and slightly larger than the shaft with balls the size of lemons.

"My God, the thing must be nine inches long and nearly three inches thick," I thought. I knew with certainty then what she meant by making me her bitch.

"Yes, this is going right up your ass, to the hilt, and I'm going to pound you with it until I cum and that could take a while. You always said you wanted me to penetrate your ass, I decided I would up the stakes just little. My new little friend is going to stretch that tight little ass of yours so far you're going to think you're being turned inside out."

I was now rock hard, excited and scared shitless all at once. As I lay thinking there was no way that monster was going fit in my ass without tearing me open, she asked, "Are you ready for some serious fucking?"

All I could do was shake my head no, all the while my cock was telling a different story.

"Too bad bitch, you're going to take it all. The beauty of this cock is that it attaches securely to the harness I'm wearing. The other side holds a much smaller normal sized cock inside me," She explained.

With that, she climbed onto the bed between my legs and proceeded to drizzle oil all over my ass. Rubbing it all around with her free hand, she spilled more oil down the crack of my ass. Her fingers found my hole and she unceremoniously shoved one finger in to the hilt, eliciting a groan from my stuffed mouth.

She slowly withdrew her finger only to plunge it right back in, over and over as she fucked me with her finger. Adding more oil she added another finger and pressed hard, driving two fingers up my ass. I was now fucking the pillow in earnest as she fucked my well lubed ass with both digits.

She began to add a third then stopped and said, "No, I don't want to loosen you up that much. I want you to know what it feels like to have your ass suddenly stretched nearly to the breaking point. I want you to remember this when you can hardly walk or sit tomorrow.

I could feel her move closer between my legs then, thud, she hit my ass with the massive member now hanging between her legs.

"Oh yeah, this is going to be a very tight fit," she said as she began rubbing the head of her toy across my tight hole.

She began to rub the thick dildo in slow circles pressing down harder and harder. I instinctively clinched my puckered anus trying to prevent the inevitable intrusion.

"You had bettered try and relax or this is going to hurt even more than it already will. Either way it is going in right up to the balls," she stated flatly.

I did my best to comply, relaxing my sphincter as best I could as the huge phallus stretched my anal ring further and further. She kept pressing forward not lessening her weight against the huge object about to impale my rear passage. With a sudden pop the head slipped past the outer ring causing me to scream and moan.

Without pause she continued to press as the huge member slowly penetrated inch by inch, the pain emanating from my taught, stretched anus was excruciating. Then the forward progress stopped as the massive intruder seemed to find my limit.

This caused a new ache deep inside as Mistress said, "This cock is going in balls deep whether you like it or not."

She then pulled back until just the head of the monster was still inside and then pushed slowly forward again until seemingly bottoming out, then grinding in slow circles. The slow fucking continued for some time as she slowly pulled back, only to push ahead and grind hard into my ass. Over and over, pull, push, grind, pull, push, grind. The fullness and stretching that was at first very painful was beginning to become more than tolerable. Each stroke in and out grazing my prostate sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body. It felt like mini orgasms were coursing through my groin as the huge dong's length stroked in and out of my formerly tight hole.

"Another inch and you'll have it all," Mistress said as she ground into my ass with additional force.

Suddenly something gave way and massive intruder was all the way in, its huge balls pressed firmly against my own. Nonstop moans were escaping through the gag while she held her crotch firmly against my ass. Pinned down with nowhere to go, I tried desperately to hump the pillow. Frustrated, my mind was now on overload, my ass filled to its limit and my rock hard cock painfully bent behind and beneath.

"My God you are such a slut, bitch. You have my entire big, black, cock up your ass and you are screwing the pillow like you can't get enough. Well I'm going to give you all you can take and then some," she said as she lowered herself onto my prone body, pressing her tits against my back.

Mistress then grabbed my shoulders and thrust forward hard eliciting more moans. Pulling back slightly, she thrust again driving the huge phallus deep, its balls crushing mine. Pulling back further she used my shoulders for leverage and plowed forward with all her might, driving the invader into my ass with a loud smack. She repeated the process, again and again, slowly gaining steam until she was truly fucking the hell out of me.

Pound, pound, pound with her newfound rhythm she continued her assault on my once tight anus. My mind was now truly undone, lost in a world where I knew only pain and pleasure, my entire being engulfed with orgasmic waves that were seemingly without end.

Just when I thought I couldn't endure another minute the surge of an impending orgasm crept into my very soul. The pounding having taken its toll, my groin exploded, pain or pleasure, it was impossible to differentiate the two, the orgasm, unlike any other, consumed me to my core.

Through it all Mistress continued pounding away, dragging the last remnants of my mind into darkness. In the distance I thought I could hear, maybe only imagined, screams of passion; almost a sirens wail as Mistress achieved her climax. I knew no more.

***

As I slowly began to wake I realized the sun was now shining through the bedroom window. Memories of the previous night's adventure like those of a partially remembered dream, not fully intact but nagging at the back of your mind, began to creep slowly into my head. Was it real or only a dream? I started to roll over when the pain and soreness of my abused ass, buttocks and thighs triggered a flood of memories. It hadn't been a dream; the events of our evening together were all very real.

"Good morning sleepyhead, you've slept away most of the morning. I hope you enjoyed our little game last night because I found it very intoxicating and liberating. I'm sure you realize things will never be the same between us. I would never have believed that I would enjoy being the dominant one but I have never felt so alive and invigorated. Now all I want and fully intend is to have our adventure from last night take on a more permanent nature."

"Yes Mistress," I responded without thought.

"Good boy, very good boy."

twisted   passion  

Feb 4, 2018 in bdsm

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