The Slave Part Two

I am on the bed with you. You are kneeling there with a look of bewilderment on your face. I have never let you take me before and you cannot believe I am going to permit it now.
“Undress me without using your hands or I may change my mind.” I command. In a rush you hurry to remove my heels as quickly as you are able with your mouth. They slip off easily and you push them onto the floor. Next, you pull down the zipper of my leather skirt with your teeth, gently tugging it down over my hips reveling in the fact that there is nothing underneath but a small curly thatch of reddish blonde hair. A shiny object catches your attention and you see that I am pierced in my left labia. You smile to yourself and kiss the silver ring.
I cannot suppress a moan as you do this.
You pull the skirt down past my knees and add it to the shoes on the floor.
Kneeling over me, you look at me. Suddenly, you realise that you have looked into my eyes………a forbidden thing. You look away, frightened that I will deny you your pleasure only to whip you again, or worse yet take my pleasure with another slave while you are bound and gagged, hanging on the wall, forced to watch.
Your tears begin to flow again. I reach up and wipe them away. “Finish undressing me.” I command you gently.
Startled, but relieved you hold my hand and kiss my fingertips. Then you reach for the buttons on my blouse undoing them with your teeth. One by one until my breasts are exposed to you. I sit up to help you take the sleeves off and toss the shirt to the floor myself.
“Kiss me!”
You are happy to comply despite having difficulty keeping your balance with your hands behind your back. I pull your hands down so that you are on all fours over me.
You kiss me softly at first, barely daring to open my lips with your tongue. Coaxing you to take more, your kisses become greedy, passionate, almost bruising in their intensity.
I reach down and grasp your painfully swollen cock. You struggle not to cum as I pinch the tip gathering the droplets of moisture that have formed there. I taste them, and kiss you with your essence still on my tongue.
Moaning, you pull away and bury your head in my breasts, breathing in my scent. Holding your head in my hands, I urge you to suckle my breasts. I guide you frome one to the other moaning as my nipples get harder and harder.
As you tease my nipples to their utmost hardness, I feel your knee nudging my legs apart. I let you position yourself there, your cock throbbing against my thigh with a life of its own.
My pussy is aching to feel you. I take your hand and press it against my nether lips letting you feel the heat you have created in me. You find my ring and tug on it. I gasp at the sensation. Letting go of the ring you find my swollen clit, rubbing it, pinching it and teasing until I shudder all over, crying out your name.
Smiling to yourself, you bend down to taste the orgasm you have given to me and hope you can prolong yours as long as you want.
You tug and bite at the silver ring, sliding a finger into my lush depths you are amazed at how hot and wet I am.
Moaning, I grind on your finger, letting you know I want more. Replacing your finger with your tongue you savor the sweetness of my juices. You let your tongue delve in and out of me, you find you are drawn to my clit and you want to make me cum again. Gently flicking your tongue, sucking and softly humming on my clit, you cause me to orgasm for the second time.
You raise up and look boldly into my eyes. I smile at you, pulling you down to lick the sweetness off your face and chin. “Are you ready for me now?” you ask of me, your face a mask of seriousness. I can only nod slowly. We bothe know my fears. Your cock is much too big and you have been denied too long to be gently when you take me. I will never have a chance to adjust to your size.
Placing your hand under my hips, you pull me towards you and I feel your first attempt at entering me. I gasp. You are groaning trying to hold back to keep frome hurting me.
At this point I am almost regretting choosing you as my slave. You thrust a second time gaining another hard earned inch. I clutch onto your shoulders feeling as if I am going to be split in two.
Shoving harder, you are now half inside me. Tears begin to run down my cheeks. Inspite of the pain I am greedy for all of you and I move against you. It is your undoing. You thrust hard, fully penetrating me and wrench a scream frome me that no one has heard since my last whipping years before.
You stop, still as death, kissing me, trying to ease my pain. You underestimate just how delicious the pain is to me, now that the worst is over. I grind against you, wanting you to resume your passionate ministrations. You thrust fast and hard and deep and inspite of the exquisite pain I am in, I match you thrust for thrust.
You need to take me like this, after all the lessons in pain, submission and humiliation I have given you. You are brutal. To any other woman this would have been rape, but I love the sweet pain and pleasure it is giving me.
You drop your sweat covered head to my shoulder, your breathing labored, and I know you are going to cum soon. I wrap my legs around yours to keep up with your rhythm. Sweat drips off of you onto my body.
Frome the look on your face I know you are trying to hold back.
“Don’t hold back. I want you to cum for me. Let me feel you cum.” It is all the convincing you need.
Wrapping an arm under me you pull me to you harder and harder. Fucking me with all your pent up need and frustration. You begin to moan and I feel your cock expand and throb over and over again, shooting your seed deep within my pussy.
With one final thrust, you collapse, your head on my sweat covered chest, a satisfied look upon your face.