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Two-Faced Bitch: Kitten's Trap NSFW

May 3, 2017

Kitten tugged at the ties surreptitiously (Sir could be rough when she disobeyed).  She saw nothing, the blindfold was doubly secured with neat squares of surgical tape, but she could hear him softly padding around the room as he made final preparations.  A newly purchased bullet vibrator waited, taped against her lightly lubed clitoris, its control box tucked into the hem of her thigh high stockings.  She heard metal clink, she heard a lighter strike, she heard the floor creak as anxious sweat broke out on her pale skin.
Do something!  She yelled in her head, not daring to interrupt His work.
Something both rough and smooth settled on her neck and she shivered as it trailed down her spine.


"What's your word, Kitten?"
 

"Pepper."
 

"What aren't your words?"
 

"No, stop, don't, please."
 

"Good Kitten!"  She glowed in his praise as the rough/smooth edge circled the swell of her ass cheeks.  Her anus winked and she could feel her moisture increase.  "We're going to play a counting game.  Do you like games?"
 

"Yes, Sir."
 

"What's a good number?"
 

"10?"
 

She gasped as the edge suddenly pressed into her asshole.
 

"20?"
 

"20 is a perfect number, Kitten."  The pressure vanished.  "You will count for me, every time you try to escape, you lose, and the game starts over."
 

"Yes, Sir."

 

The paddle crashed against her ass, and Kitten screamed lightly at the shock and struggled, before regaining control.  She heard Sir sigh, "Let's begin again."
 

The paddle fell against her other cheek and Kitten accepted the force this time.  Her body shuddered as the pain first spread out and then returned to a dull throb.
 

"One."
 

"Good girl!"
 

The paddle returned to its first target, her teeth clenched, her breath caught, and she felt her pussy begin to swell with arousal.  If she'd been draped over His lap she would have been able to gently grind against his leg, or squeeze her thighs together to get some relief, but her ankles were cruelly tied to the foot board.
 

"Two."
 

The paddle hit again, and the dull throb was spreading across her ass.  Nerve endings, usually ignorant of stimulation, awoke and cried out.  The sweat that had been beading on her skin now began to glisten.  Her breathing was short and hard.  Her fingers clenched, her toes curled helplessly, but she stayed in a one spot.
 

"Three."
 

Again.  She felt herself beginning to drift, becoming part of the pain.  The throb encompassed her entire groin.  Every beat of her heart made the entire region from her ass to her pelvic bone flare like a match to a gasoline soaked rag.
 

"Four."
 

She drifted.  She knew the bed was beneath her.  She knew her Sir was above her, but she floated in a world on angry nerves and reddening skin.  She knew that if she wanted to she could rise above her own body and watch Him torture her.  She waited.  She felt her skin pebble with goosebumps as nothing continued to happen, and screamed as He touched the power button on the Bullet's control box and her clit exploded.

 

The paddle returned from Limbo, striking like lightning on her skin.  She felt the impact throughout her body and felt her hips roll upwards, wantonly, for more.  Her nipples dragged across the sheet as her body rolled in Adrenalin, as fight and flight gave over to desire, as she felt her pussy begin to flow with excitement.
 

"Five."
 

She tried to float again, tried to imagine watching Him, tried to escape to a world where she didn't want and need this.  The vibrator kept her grounded, every beat of her heart sent blood racing to that bundle of nerves, ceaselessly teased by the Bullet.  She felt Him hit again, always on opposing cheeks, and she gasped something that sounded like six, and she suffered climax after climax.  She could feel the loop building, could feel her body making her into His slut.  His whore.  His holes.  Seven, eight, and nine came and went as she worked to stay in one place.  She knew she had to finish...
Starting over might kill her.

 

"Ten."
 

"Such a good Kitten," he crooned to her.
 

Couldn't He see she was dying?  Her ass flashed like the Sun as the paddle somehow found untouched skin.  She felt the blindfold becoming heavy with tears as she gasped eleven into the mattress.
 

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.  The nothing again, she felt Him touch the Bullet's control box and wondered if He would turn it off.  Needed Him to turn it off.  
 

"Kitten."
 

"Ye...  Yes... Sir..."
 

"It was on low."
 

She shook the room as what had been a bee buzzing against a window became a hive of hornets stinging her little clit.  Her scream faded and the Paddle returned.  Now it was something to be worshiped, it was part of Him and thinking anything else was impossible.
 

"Six...  teen."
 

Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen.  her face lay in a puddle of drool, snot, and tears.  The blindfold clung to her face now.  There was nothing beyond the pain and pleasure.  No escape, just Him.  The paddle fell again and she groaned twenty, not sure if He could hear, but knowing that she couldn't say anything else.

 

Kitten gasped as something warm and wet splashed into the crack of her ass, lube dripped down across her asshole and coated her thighs.  
 

"Hold still, Kitten."
 

A buttplug pressed against her asshole and slipped in, she moaned at the alien pressure and presence that she couldn't move.  She tried to speak, and only mumbled nonsense.  Her senses were returning and she heard metal clinking again. 
 

"Sir?"
 

"Yes, Kitten?"
 

"Are you going to hurt me?"
 

She felt Him press against the buttplug and it, like a demon, sprang to life.
"Yes.  Now, hush and don't move."  She felt a sprinkle of something against her back and tiredly raised her head in curiousity.  "Salt, Kitten," He said and her back arched as an ice cube was placed on her tailbone, sticking to the salt, burning her overheated skin.

 

Another was added and another, trailing up her spine, nestling between her shoulder blades.  She shivered at the cold and spoke in tongues as hot wax dripped onto her skin.  She twisted and writhed uselessly as the hot liquid covered her skin, feeling like a splash of hot cum before cooling into overlapping plates, but the ties were secure, and she was running down.

 

She gave in and felt the wax burn her.  This was too much, she thought, I need to stop this!  She opened her mouth, ready to say her word when the wax stopped.  She listened as He plucked the ice cubes from her back and placed them into their bowl.  He stroked her ravaged ass, and she felt first one ankle release, then the other.  Is He done with me?
Sir then raised her hips, her thighs screamed as she was raised into a squat, her face ground into the puddle as he took his cock, pulled it along her pussy, and slid inside until she felt His pubic hair crush against her ass.  He took her hips and began casually fucking her.  

 

Not love.  
 

Not even lust.
 

Her pussy was a place to put His cock.  Fresh tears sprung forth as her body again betrayed her.  She could feel an orgasm building.  A balloon was filling in her, stretching her, it was everything.
 

"Sir?"
 

"No."
 

She groaned and lay there.  Her clit and asshole buzzing with pleasure as her pussy was used.  Her nipples ached and she felt her arms twitch as they demanded movement.
 

"Sir?"
 

He kept pumping, like a machine, never hurrying.  Kitten could feel her body locking down, wanting release.  Demanding release.  Sir suddenly lay across her, His hips still in motion, as His hands seized her breasts and squeezed.
 

"Come, Kitten," He ordered.
 

Her suffering body hitched like a stalling engine and then caught.  She felt Him rise as her back arched, lifting Him, feeling the balloon burst.  Her mouth gaped as the orgasm rocked her.
 

Sir lifted Himself back up and continued His leisurely fucking. Moments later He gently patted her ass and withdrew.  The bed shifted as she felt Him walk across the mattress, he knelt, and His cock was in her mouth.  She gently nuzzled the head for a moment, before He pulled back.  She heard Him stroke, faster and faster, and heard Him groan as the come jetted across her face. The cock returned and Kitten began cleaning it, suckling it and rolling it across her tongue.
 

"Good, Kitten," He said, "Good, Kitten."
 

She withdrew for a moment, "Sir?"
 

"Yes, Kitten?"
 

"Will you fuck my ass?"
 

Sir gently seized the back of her head, sliding back into her mouth, "As many times as I can."

 

 

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