Page 81 of Deception

New bindings hook my legs in place, preventing any wiggling, leaving my ass ripe for the taking. A thought that flutters through my mind a second before I feel him behind me, humming a deep moan, his tone telling me he’s grinning.

My whole body is quaking when I feel his thumb caress the fold of my entrance, sliding up and putting pressure on the star of my ass.

It’s new, and I’m so desperate for any touch at all that the sharp and painful slap he delivers a second later makes me sigh in relief. The next strike is unexpectedly hard, painful, both cheeks jiggling and burning.

I can feel my ass cheeks swelling, stinging to the touch.

And it's in that state of shock and glowing pain that he slips a smooth, cool object into my ass.

It's a small plug. But it's still more than anything I'm used to. The fullness takes my breath away at first, but as I adjust, I find I like it.

But to be fair, I would enjoy anything he gives me.

“Do you like it?” he intones, playing with my clit.

“Mm-hmm…” is all I can moan.

“You’re going to take what I give you and love every second of it, understood?”

I nod this time, biting down on the silk tie.

He strikes my ass cheek again in affirmation. It's a fine line between punishment and reward.

Without another word or warning he slips the vibrating toy back inside me, cranking up the intensity as he tugs firmly on the plug in my ass. This toy does so much more, vibrating my clit and inside of me simultaneously.

The pulse fills me, shaking through the lower half of my body. Shudders wrack my frame as he snaps the riding crop down along my thighs.

This is beyond stimulating, overwhelming my senses and pleasure centers.

I'll never be the same after tonight.

He's going to break me.

At least a dozen times now he’s brought me to the edge of the chasm, an inch away from tumbling to my climax. And every time he drags me back, kicking and screaming, begging for release.

I realize distantly that he's hazing me.

He's conditioning me to resist coming and he's building the intensity as he goes. Just as he turns up the toy to a mind-melting level, popping the plug out with a firm tug.

A second later I feel cool, slippery lube coating my ass, applied liberally.

Followed by a bigger plug eased in with that same slow pressure. My ass relaxes this time, taking the toy, even as the stretch teases my limit.

I wonder, not for the first time, what my limits really are anymore.

My mind is coming undone to the feast and famine of his whims, giving then taking, then leaving me longing. That’s when I really notice the quivering ache in my muscles. I’ve been pulling against my restraints hard for over an hour, my desire reaching a fever pitch.

I’m writhing and arching my back, practically howling at him.

Like a feral animal.

Which is what he wants, to turn me into something just like him.

After tonight, the face I show to anyone but him will be the mask, hiding my true nature.

In my thrashing I manage to spit out the gag, heaving and groaning to the incessant vibrations in my core. “Is that all you got? You think I can’t take a little teasing?”

I’m still blindfolded, but I can sense him, right behind me.

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