You’ve gone to the store to get us makings for a special dinner tonight. We’re going to celebrate the opening of our very own sex room in the spare bedroom. I take a shower, shave, and make sure my body is soft and supple for You. I dry my hair and put it up in a ponytail, tight, so You have it to grab on to. You’ve told me to be ready for when you get home wearing nothing but my nipple clamps with the chain hanging between and kneeling in the kitchen.

 

You come in the house and I’m waiting by the table, on my knees, thighs parted so you can see that I’ve clean shaven my pussy. My hands are behind my back which arches my back, tits thrust out and weighted down by the chain on the clamps. My eyes are lowered, but You can see a wicked grin on my lips and can see that I’ve got a little brattiness going still. You walk by me to put the groceries away and tug on the chain between my nipples a little, which causes me to moan. I know I am not to move until told to, and You want to see if I will remember. You ignore me and start to prepare dinner. And then with a motion call me over to You.

 

“Get on your knees, slut, and suck my cock while I cook our dinner”, You say, but then stop me before I can move to your pants. “Ah ah, wait. Use only your mouth, little whore, so I can see how much you’ve learned. But do not make me cum, or you will be punished.”

 

I unzip Your jeans with my teeth and take Your cock out, swirling my tongue around the head and then taking it all into my mouth, burrying my nose in the base and hold it in my mouth while it hardens. I gently move my head up and down the shaft, swirling my tongue around the head as I hear You making chopping sounds and start to smell peppers and onions sauteing.

 

Before you move on to preparing the chicken, You look down at me. “Good slut. Now open your throat and take a breath. My cock is going down your throat. NOW.”

 

 You grab my hair and force my face down on Your cock… fucking in and out of my face rapidly for a few minutes. My throat muscles contract around Your cock, milking it. Then with one more thrust, You shove Your cock all the way into my throat and hold it there, feeling my throat spasm around it, until You look down and see the tears in my eyes from not breathing.

 

Then you let me go, pulling one more time on the chain between my nipples. “Good girl. Now go set the table.”

 

 I sit through dinner wearing nothing but the nipple clamps and I see you grin each time I have to shift position because I’m so wet, I’m sliding when I sit.

 

After dinner, it is time for us to christen the new room. At the doorway, You place a blindfold on me and I hear you whisper in my ear. “You aren’t to know what device we’re using first or what I will do next. Its my decision. Everything is my decision. You are a slut and you will love whatever I am about to do to you.”

 

I put my fingers up to the blindfold you just put on me and find that its the leather one that conforms to my face and I know that there's no hope of seeing anything for the next while.

You growl at me to put my hands down, "Its there until I tell you to take it off, just get used to it".  I feel my pussy gush at Your words. Then You take me by the hand and lead me into the room.

 

Just inside the door, You stop me and I hear a cabinet door open and You taking out something that jingles together. Then You take my hands and I feel You snap the soft cuffs on my wrists, clipping them together behind my back. Then You do the same with my ankles. Finally You put the last collar around my neck and then I hear You step in front of me and then nothing.

 

I strain to hear You, but I can only assume You're watching how my arms behind my back arches my body, forcing my tits and pussy forward as if on display. Then I hear the room door slam closed behind me... and I jump.

 

You put Your finger through the D ring in the collar and lead me to the left of the room. I helped You set up the room, so I know that I am going to enjoy either the swing or the paddle bench and I squirm at the thought of either.

 

"You're already wet, aren't you slut?" You growl in my ear. Then You swat my ass with Your hand and tell me, "Answer quicker!"

 

"Yes, Sir, I am wet Sir. I have been ever since You came home, Sir" I respond.

 

"I knew it. you're always so hot when you're being used like a slut", You chuckle and stop me, leaving me standing while You walk away. "Let's get warmed up now, so you're even hotter, shall we?"

 

I feel You unsnap the cuffs from behind my back and I blush knowing that you just wanted them there for a few mintues so that I would have to force my tits and pussy out for inspection. and then I feel You pull them forward so that I have to bend over. I feel the padding of the bench on my stomach and You tell me to put my weight on the pad and put my knees up in the padded shelves on each side. Then You secure my wrists to the handles down below. You make sure my tits are hanging off on each side of the bench and move around back to secure my ankles to the rings in the shelves. Then I feel my legs spread wider as You move the knee shelves farther apart, leaving me bent over, secured to the bench with my pussy and ass spread wide.

 

You run a finger up my slit, taking my juices all the way from my clit to my asshole. "You love this so much. What a slut." and I hear You moan as You lick my juices off Your finger.

 

I hear you come back around to where my head is and I hear the chain under the bench rattle as You pick it up and attach it to my collar. Now I am apart of the bench itself, and only able to move enough to squirm. I hear You walk away, and then I hear You over at the cabinet. Then I hear nothing else and I shiver in anticipation of not knowing where You are or what You're going to do next.

 

Then, right next to my ear, I hear you whisper, "Open wide, bitch." and I jump and gasp. While my mouth is open I feel you put the ring gag at my teeth and I open wider to allow it to be hooked behind my lips and teeth. "There", You say, "now everything is wide and open for me. But I saw  you trying to listen to what I was doing, so let’s try these out.” You say as I’m confused, until I feel your fingers on my left ear and the foam of an ear plug pushed into my canal. Then you do the same with the right ear. Now all I can here is my own blood rushing. Even your words sound like they’re far away. I’ll never hear what you’re doing across the room. 

 

I feel your cock at my lips and squirm with anticipation. I feel it slide through the ring gag and try to swirl it with my tongue. "That's is, slut," You say, "get me motivated to keep using you. Suck my cock."

 

I try to use my mouth muscles and tongue to get You hard, but You're enjoying the gag too much and just rock back and forth, fucking my face, using my throat like a cunt. I feel you getting harder and keep trying to massage Your cock with my tongue. I moan in frustration and you just chuckle and keep fucking my face in long, slow strokes....

 

You jam Your cock in and out of my mouth for a little longer. Tears come to my eyes as Your cock pummels my throat and I try my best not to gag, but You chuckle and ram my mouth harder because everytime I do gag, it just milks Your cock more. Then all of a sudden You pull Your cock out of my mouth and I can’t hear anything so You must have walked back over to the cabinet. I try, as best I can, to wipe the spit from my lips and face left there by Your face fucking, but my tongue can only reach so much beyond the gag.  

 

Next thing I feel is my left nipple being pinched and pulled between Your fingers... You tug mercilessly down on it, making it into a cone. Then I feel the teeth of the clamp as You release the spring and my nipple all at once so the teeth take an even bigger bite out of my tit. Then You move to the other side of the bench and start pulling and pinching the right nipple. You tug and pull downwards on this nipple roughly and I flatten myself to the bench to try to lessen the strain on it. I feel the teeth of the clamp bite into my nipple as you let the spring and the tit go at once. The tit tries to spring back up closer to my body, but You have run the chain between the clamps under the crossbar of the bench stretching both my tits downward becuse there is no slack. I cry out in pain, as I try to flatten myself against the bench to lessen the painful pulling.

 

I hear You chuckle watching my efforts. You run a finger down my back and I jump and arch... crying out at the sharp pain on my nipples, as You planned. You chuckle even louder and run Your hand over my cheeks to my ass.

 

Once again You run Your fingers down my slit, which has gotten soaking with Your treatment of me. You mumble, “such a slut… you love this” and swirl Your finger around my clit again, “Lets see if you’ll like it so much in a minute”. I hear You return to the cabinet and the sound of rummaging.

 

I wait in my darkness for Your return, anticipating it when I hear nothing more coming from the area of the cabinet. But then nothing happens. What I don’t know is that You’ve moved up behind me, but You’re just watching me try to find You with my ears and trying to lessen the pain in my nipples as I squirm nervously. A few minutes goes by and You see that I am starting to settle down, concentrating on trying to lessen the pull on my nipples. You want me to know that I have nothing to do but accept what will happen to me and when You decide it will happen.

 

Without making a sound, You raise the bottle of lube over my slit and let it fall from about six inches up. I gasp and JUMP as the coldness hits my asshole, arching my back and causing the chains to yank on my nipples. I cry out again and lower myself to the bench quickly. I feel the lube gather on my asshole and trickle down my slit, but lie there quietly rather than pull against the nipple chain.

 

“That’s it slut, you’re learning”, You say to me with a chuckle, “you have NO say in what I’m going to do or when, so all the squirming or trying to figure out where I am and what will happen will only cause you more discomfort.”

 

“You should just let me use you like the slut you are, in the way this room was designed for you to be used. I am in charge here and nothing you think you want to do will change that”, You say to me as you spread the lube around my asshole with something cold and hard.

 

I feel a pressure against my asshole, spreading the lube around and gently pressing inwards, trying to get some of the lube inside. Then I feel a continuous pressure against my asshole and realize that You are pushing the buttplug we bought last week in my tight hole for the first time. I whine and arch my back, pushing back on my anus to try and help the plug slip in.

 

Finally I cry out, “Please don’t do it! I can’t take it yet! Please use Your finger or a smaller plug!!” But its no use because with the ring gag in my mouth, all You hear is jumbled noises as I drool.

 

I feel a hand slap across my ass just as quickly. “Don’t ever forget to address me properly.”

 

“Yes, Sir! I’m sorry, Sir”, I cry. “Please stop!! It hurts so much, Sir! I say the words slowly so they make more sense through the gag.

 

“Of course it does, Susan”, you growl, and I can hear the evil grin in Your voice. “That’s why you love it so much! Its going in and you can’t stop it. Its no use to resist.”

 

Then with one final push, my asshole spreads around the head, widens to the body and I scream out. Finally, You push it all the way in and my asshole closes around the base. I am panting and whimpering,  and I feel fuller than I ever have before. “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, ow ow ow ow” I keep repeating under my breath.

 

Then I feel another object being run along my pussy and with one giant shove, You fill me with another dildo. This one slides in with no problem because I am dripping wet. “You love this so much, that wasn’t even a challenge, slut”, You say and slap me across the ass with Your hand again, “Now hold that in there, if you can, and it if falls out, I won’t be pleased.”

 

It is almost impossible to hold the dildo in my pussy because I’m so wet, but between its size and being filled with the buttplug, I am able to manage it at first. Then all of a suden I feel the tails of our new flogger being run over my cheeks. Without and pause, you pull back and smack me across the ass with them, and I jump and cry out.

 

Immediately, I feel the sharp pain in my tits as I arch my back at the smack and try not to let the dildo fall out of my pussy. Before I can recover, you smack the other cheek with the flogger again…

 

“Oh GOD, this is sooo harrrdddd, Sir”, I cry out, “please wait!!!” But I know better than to hope for that.