Last night, my master had a new toy for me—a teen girl with a tight, virgin pussy and an asshole that begged to be stretched. He bound me to the bed, my wrists and ankles secured with thick leather straps. “You’re mine to do whatever I like,” he growled, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. I nodded, my heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement.
He started with my pussy, his fingers probing and stretching, preparing me for what was to come. I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand, begging for more. He obliged, his fingers slipping into my soaking wet cunt, his thumb circling my clit. I was a writhing mess of lust and need, my body aching for release.
But he had other plans. He grabbed a dildo, a thick, veined monster that made my eyes widen. “This is going in your ass, my little slave,” he commanded, his voice firm but gentle. I complied, my body trembling with anticipation and nerves. He lubed it up, his fingers teasing my tight little hole before slowly pushing the dildo in.
I gasped, the sensation of being stretched, of being filled, overwhelming. He fucked me with it, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm, the dildo sliding in and out of my ass with ease. I could feel every inch of it, the way it pulsed, the way it hit that sweet spot that made me see stars.
As he pounded my ass, he reached around, his fingers finding my clit, teasing and tantalizing. I was a mess of pleasure, my body convulsing, my screams of ecstasy filling the room. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he came, his hot, sticky cum spurting onto my back, coating my skin, marking me as his.
In the aftermath, he untied me, his hands gentle as he rubbed the circulation back into my limbs. I curled up against him, my head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “You’re such a good little slave,” he whispered, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. “Master’s proud of you.”