A Naughty BDSM Bedtime Story by Salty Vixen

The darkness encasing her eyes had become a sanctuary. She could hear him every now and then, but only faintly, then what seemed like hours had only in fact been minutes. Her senses depraved, the concept of time diminished. 

She was wet with wanton desire, clothespins on her tongue, the exquisite pain of her submission bought her to that place, the place only he could take her. Yet again that damn mouth of hers has put her in this position. Those hardened walls, the ones she fought with in her mind, the pointless excuses she made to try and hide from Master. Why did she do it?

It seemed the spanking hadn't had the desired effect he had hoped for. She was his special one, the one he had to have for his own pleasure. He didn't feel the need to share the most precious possession he owned. He had spent time creating this perfect creature of his, beautifully crafting her, transforming her. Why the hell would he want to share her? Show her off maybe, no not maybe, absolutely, he was proud of her. 

She was his and his alone. No one would ever have her. She was owned completely. The clothespins were a necessity, he knew how to break those walls and by god he was not going to let her do this. Too many times he relaxed, let her slide a little and the walls she so preciously clung to would slowly creep back up to the surface. All those stupid men who had damaged this delicate creature. 

Society telling her what she "should" be not accepting her for who she was. But he knew who she was, and she knew he did. He admired her naked body in the dim light, she always looked ravishly edible in this light. The urge to sink his teeth into that milky white flesh, the arousal building in him. He bent down and slowly took the clothespins off and replacing their harsh grip on her hardened nipples. Her whimpers bringing music to his ears. She would learn this behaviour had to stop.

She moaned, her pussy wet, wanting, her body betraying her. She was still defiant, but slowly relenting, surrendering. He had not stopped, for what seemed like forever, alternating the clothespins between her pussy, her tongue and her nipples. Teasing and tormenting her, whispering in her ear the things he was going to do to her because of her defiance. bringing her back to the brink of that dark abyss. 

Her stubborn wily streak, the one he was determined to shape. Why did she find it so damn hard to trust, she was distraught and angry at herself. Disappointing Master was the last of her intentions. She hated disappointing him. The sadness of it all, and worse, the punishments. He could be damn sadistic when he wanted and tonight was a taster of what was surely to follow.

He had her spreadeagled on the bed. Cuffed and tied tight. There would be no pleasure for her tonight. None. The leather cane in one hand, a glint in his eye he begun with a serious tone. He will ask a question, she will reply with an honest answer and for every lie, omittance and excuse there would be a cane mark on each thigh. Then when he was satisfied he would take her, use her. Was she ready? …

Music playing softly in the background, his dark figure bathed in the eerie light. The cane in his hand, staring at her. His voice quiet yet commanding, "You continue to hide things from me because of your own insecuritites. This has to stop and will as of tonight girl. The reasons are invalid, I own you, ALL of you my dear and its time you understood this. You will NOT hide anything from me anymore. Never. If I ask you a question I expect an honest and respectful reply at all times."

THWACK!

Her thigh screamed. She cried out and another sharply ensued on the other thigh.

THWACK!

"Quiet whore!", his tone angry. She hated the blindfold, he liked to deprive her of her senses, especially her sight, she lost herself much more easily this way, she went deeper. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she felt the cold grip of the clamps, slowly taking their hold and the relentless pressure she loved and hated all at once.

A whimper followed as he tugged at them and pulled the chain tight, clipping it to her collar. His fingers digging into her breasts, moans escaping her mouth and quickly being muffled with an object she recognized as the one thing she feared. She hated the gag and the humiliation. Tightly holding her mouth open and quieting her, his whimpering, moaning, drooling, wet little whore.

Tonight her masochist was about to meet her sadist. The dance was about to begin.

THWACK! Another to pull her back to him. To get her focussed.

Aaahh watching his little painslut was so enlightening sometimes. A pure, perfect power exchange, finely tuned to perfection, except, when she decided to let that fire of hers begin to rise … that's when she lost her place. And thats when he settled it, quenched it, feed it as she did for him. They complimented one another. And he'd be damned if her ghosts and her past would destroy what they had now. Fuck those bastards. He had been patient with her, she was so damaged when he found her, but he saw what all the others missed.

He saw a seed, quietly waiting for her chance to grow. His hand trailing a line down her collarbone, leaning in and smelling her, her scent spellbinding, his teeth sinking into her skin, nipping, the other hand inspecting his pussy. Mmmmm nice and wet, "My you are a wanton little slut aren't you. getting all wet and juicy from a cane. Filthy little girl aren't you my pet?"

THWACK, this time the cane landing expertly alongside the first welt he'd inflicted.

" Yee..yeees Master", she gasped, her breathing ragged, riding the waves of pleasure and pain. Yelping as he tugged on her nipple clamps, she knew she would pay for that outburst and was rewared with a answer in the form of whistling air and another sharp searing pain on the other leg. Concentrating on her breathing, trying to hold on to some form of something. She was losing herself, she couldn't talk, the endorphins racing through her body, flying.

THWACK!

Her mind racing, the cane kept coming at her, inflicting those burning lines, where were the questions? God damnit he turned her on when he fucked with her head. She craved the sadist in him. Her breathing coming hard and fast, she listened … silence, where was he? Again her senses reeled as she felt her legs roughly being unclipped and then clipped onto something cold, oh god… the spreader bar. 

Totally exposed. 

Her arms then roughly unclipped, his hands pushing her to sit up, arms dragged behind her, "Knees girl", she moved forward, only to be shoved into the mattress, her arms clipped to the bar, ass in the air. His fingers probing her ass, pinching her cheeks, her moans disappearing into the ball gag in her mouth. Her eyes open wide, as the cold butt plug is pushed into her ass, hard and fast, the pain searing, tears welling up behind the darkness of the blindfold. 

A vibrator is quickly forced into her pussy, his pussy. He sets it on high, and then straps the whole thing in, designed carefully all in leather, his own little contraption. Perfectly made to leave her arse cheeks nice and bare.

"No cumming whore, for every time you do, it will result in four extra welts." He smiled, with a sadistic glint in his eye, he already knew one was coming hard and fast and she couldn't stop it. The lesson was about to begin…

Her body bucking against the first orgasm to hit, muscles strained against her binds. It came so hard and fast she didn't have time to think, a yelp, moaning from behind her gag as the first set of four sharp, burning stings laced her thighs. Her chest heaving, chasing her breath, the blindfold soaked from her tears.

He bent down rubbed her clit teasingly, she bucked again. "Don't orgasm my whore". He smirked she was so close all he had to do was keep teasing her to another. She felt his weight bear down on her, his breath leaving whispers of warmth along her cheek. The leather clasps come off, the vibrator removed, fingers probing her, owning her.

His husky voice in her ear, " I own you, ALL of you, MINE do you understand. Your body, your heart, your mind, your soul!" his teeth clamping down on her breast, clamps being tugged and roughly pulled off, the burning, the wanton desire in her. Her body emitting moans, grunts and yelps from behind the gag as he smothered her body in bites, he wanted her to see his ownership of her. Marking his territory, the primal senses taking over.

She was his and his alone, she needed to be bought to that place, the place that kept her settled, her submission deep in her mind. Her body bucking and writhing against his attention, resisting, fighting. The desire overtaking his thoughts, impaling himself in her, taking her, her moans behind the gag, her body surrendering to him. Her hips bucking, riding him. His wanton hussy. He leans in and his voice strikes her soul.

"Come with me my pet, show me", her body responding to his voice, his ownership of her. Two bodies, in unison spewing forth their passion, becoming one. They lay spent, he gently releases her, takes the blindfold off and smothers her face in tender kisses. His eyes bearing down on her, "My love, from now on you will tell me everything, even you think it's something you think I don't need to know it's not your choice, it's mine. Understood?"

"Yes Master, I'm sorry", the sadness showing in her eyes. His arms wrap around her and they lie still completely engrossed in each other, the world standing still, listening to each other's breathing, looking into each others eyes and seeing the dark moments they share. 

He feels her body relax into his, her breathing becoming shallow, her eyelids droop as sleep covers her in a blanket of darkness. He props himself up on one elbow and stares down at this beauty of his sleeping peacefully in the knowledge she is owned and he smiles. In the morning she would be smiling and admiring all the marks he gave her tonight, content in knowing who she is and what she is. 

His. All of her.

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