scene from a training, ‘taking advantage’
I suggested that He practice His rope tying. He was always complaining that He never had time to practice. So we sat on His bed and I obediently held out my wrists, legs and hands for Him to criss cross with rope. He examined the diagrams carefully.
Soon, He had my legs tied open to two points underneath the bed, leaving me exposed. He grinned and said that He had to take advantage of me in this position. I never could have predicted what happened next. He brought out the cuffs and pulled my hands over my head, cuffed them.
He climbed on top of me and shoved His cock into my mouth, getting it hard. Throatfucking me. He pulled out, put a condom on, and started to fuck me.
“Say you’re a cockhole.” He said this firmly, still inside me. I shook my head no. He slapped me. “Say it.” Shook my head no again.
“Don’t make me gag you! I’ll do it!” He said loudly. I stood my ground. He yanked the condom off and threw it on the ground, climbed over me, and shoved His whole cock down my throat.
I was beating His thighs with my cuffed hands, thrashing and gagging on His cock. There was this palpable energy in the room that took hold of both of us. Then He held my nose shut.
Say it. Say you’re a cock hole. He was berating me, ordering me repeatedly. His eyes flashed dark blue, not the lighter blue they normally were.
I won’t let up until you fucking say it. I nodded that I would say it, then hesitated for not more than two seconds. His cock down my throat again.
Not fast enough.
He was fucking my throat and holding my breath, and I was thrashing as much as I could. I was gagging and seeing spots swim in my vision. I wouldn’t let just any man do this to me. Him and I can sense each other really well now, and He knows when I’m reaching the limit.
“I’m a cockhole.” I whimpered when He let up. “Say you’re THIS cock’s whore”, He barked at me.
“FUCK YOU!” I yelled at Him, suddenly full of fury and fight. My eyes widened when I saw His reaction. Sir’s face was pure energy and fury, He slapped my face open palm hard enough that I saw stars. The violence felt out of control, in a deliciously evil way. I still felt safe, but it’s that magical suspension of disbelief that happens in BDSM scenes. We were both fighting.
“Fuck you?! I’LL FUCK YOU.” He grabbed hold of my defiant chin. Then slapped me again. He pulled off of me and stomped over to get a condom. I was thrashing and still fighting. He was holding His cock and slamming into me.
This is what you are. This is what you’re for. You fight and you beg but you’re so fucking wet.
I always am wet. Sopping, soaking, slippery wet.
He was overcome with the intensity of the scene and orgasmed quickly after fucking me. He lay on top of me for a second and we were quiet, almost in contemplation, except for the heavy breathing. We were both sweating profusely.
A smile crept across my face, and one started on his face too.
“Well. THAT was really fucking hot. That was really intense.” I said. I laughed a bit.
He kissed me and I didn’t stop smiling.
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I went through a three day period of what Sir called ‘high protocol’ training and had a series of very intense scenes. This was just one of them.
