"Please"

I shivered slightly, gritting my teeth at the cold air blowing from the fan above. No matter how I tried, I could not escape the frigid breeze flowing heavily against my bare, prickling skin. Beyond the soft hum of the spinning blades, there was a definite whispering from across the room. People that I did not know. People whom I could not see. I twisted my torso, blinking behind the satin blindfold in attempt to visualize the small crowd. If my feet had not been strapped to the floor I would have walked out to meet them. But no. I was positioned firmly in my spot, vision impaired, hands cuffed tightly behind my back. I could feel the cold steel biting into my wrists as I struggled. The air blew ripples against my naked skin. I might have been embarrassed, but I knew that this would be nothing compared to what was to come..1

The hair stood on the back of my neck as the fan slowly came to a halt, its gentle whirring replaced by the rhythmic footsteps of my keeper. At first, my body tried to revolt. My legs squirmed in their stirrups. My arms shook restless behind my back, and my eyes begged for x-ray vision. I trembled as her footsteps stopped, her breath blowing soft against my skin. I felt her warm middle finger, press deeply into my ankle, following her delicate palm up the side of my leg, and up and around my bottom. Her sweet lips sucked gently on the side of my neck, her hips leaning into mine as her hands forcefully massaged the moons of my ass. The crowd gasped as I reeled back in ecstasy, but it was her thumb, digging into the side of my hip, and down the crease of my shaking thigh that left me immobilized. Her warm breath against my cold body brought me into a new state of being. 2

My chest forced itself forward. Sighs pulled themselves from my dry and aching lips. My back arched backwards like a cat in the afternoon sun, so sweet… before the agonizing cry escaped my mouth. Heat rose from my skin, the crack heard only nanoseconds before. My movements stopped. My cheek felt the blow. Her delicate, manicured hands harshly slapping the left side of my face in a way that caused my head to jolt. I pulled my lips towards her general direction, but my left breast felt the second hit. Her humid breath dripped lust onto my neck as she gently massaged the cheek she had struck. I cooed at her touch.
"Oh baby," she said in her thick, Italian accent. "My little slut has made a big mistake. I told you not to FLINCH."
I squeeled in defense as i felt the rush of her knee rising up towards my crotch. It wasn't there that she hit next, but the other side of my face, leaving a stinging bruise before fondling my neck, slowly grinding her risen knee against my clit. The moans became ones, not of pain, but of desire. Her hand rubbed harshly around my neck and collar bone, another finding it’s way down my outer leg on the opposite side. I could barely find air as she touched and kneaded. My clit throbbed against her moisturized leg, slowly bringing me to the edge. Her hand, so soft gripped tightly against my neck, blocking the air flow. I wheezed without breath, tears falling as her bony knee slammed itself on the inside of my defenseless crotch. How I loved her. How I lived to please her. My clit ached to the rhythm of my whimpers, but it wasn’t even a second before they were quelled by her tongue, forcing its way into my mouth. My keeper kissed up and down my chest, tracing her tongue around my erect nipples and down my cleavage. It flicked daintily in and around my naval, following the almost invisible line of blonde hair back up to my chest. I opened my mouth for the entrance of her index and middle finger. How perfect she was, as she pulled them slowly in and out of my mouth, tracing the wetness around my lips, sometimes rubbing it around my face before sticking them back in. I wanted to fuck her fingers with my mouth. If they were a cock or dildo i would have brought them to orgasm. Instead, I only brought my mistress to a short fit of desire and laughter.3

My hips thrust forward as her other hand reached down into my dripping pussy. I wanted nothing but her. “Please. PLEASE” I begged. “Please.”4

“What was that?” Her question was frigid and piercing. My clit throbbed for only her. I heard her torso spin, presumably moving towards the faceless crowd, who I had long forgotton until now. My keeper's palm rested, cupping my mound as her fingers danced around my clit and inner lips. My legs were shaking.5

“Please.” 6

Her teeth sunk into my neck, bleeding ecstasy through my skin. 7

“Please!” I cried, almost choking at the sound of applause. Three fingers rammed their way up into my pussy, her thumb still fondling my clit. Her mango scented lips teased mine as I felt another finger tracing it’s way around my asshole and gliding up and down the riff in my cheeks.8

“Please.”9

Her teeth bit harshly into my collar bone. I screamed. She had drawn blood. I could not see it but felt the slow droplets rundown onto my left breast. One hand continued teasing my crotch, the other was now running up and down my thigh.10

"Please."11

Her large hands squeezed and pulled at my aching breasts. 12

"Please."13

Her teeth slowly grated against my bottom lip, followed by her tongue.14

"Please." 15

"Please, what?"16

Her hand rubbed my chest seductively, coming threateningly close to my throat.17

"Please, mistress."18

Her lips sucked the ouside of my ear. “Pain is love,” she whispered sweetly, her hand ferociously rubbing and taunting my clit. My answer had pleased her greatly. 19

“Now cum.”20