Needy Puppet

We were watching a movie. One of those movies where the action is so fast and confusing, that you can’t really follow the plot. But you are impressed by the special effects, the animations and are happy that everyone on the cast is hot in one way or another. So we were just chilling, and hugging. But you know how it goes when you are hugging someone who you are attracted to. You get closer and closer, and before you know it, your partner is squeezing your thighs and your focus is not really on the movie anymore.

Some people enjoy having sex while a movie is on, the background sound might make it feel naughtier, almost as if you are fucking in front of someone. Or maybe the sex is just really bad, and you need something to distract you and keep you occupied. I don’t judge! But I prefer focusing on play time, on the touch, on him. “I am horny” I whispered. He laughed. And squeezed my thigh harder. “Either the movie, or play, puppet.” We continued to watch the movie. I smelled him. The distinct smell that is him. I looked at his strong hands and arms. “Fuck the movie!” I thought and clicked the pause button.

“Let’s go fuck.” I said and took his hand. He looked at me, one eyebrow raised. The sadistic smile I love so much showing on his face. He didn’t say a word and just followed me. We walked to the bedroom and I took my clothes off. I looked at him, waiting for him to get undressed too. But he told me to lay down on the bed, on my belly. I did as I was told, confused that he was so short with me. I heard him rummaging in the closet, wondering what he was looking for.

He stood next to me now. I rested my face on my crossed arms on the pillow, my butt slightly raised. I assume he wanted to spank me. Or flog me. Or paddle me. I didn’t want to check if he was holding anything in his hands. I wanted to experience the element of surprise. I heard a “swoosh” and felt the tails of the flogger land on my naked skin. Hard. He didn’t hold back. He decided to not ease me into the pain. He went all in, instead. I squealed from the sudden intense pain.

“Do … not … take … control!” he said, a hard hit of the tails on my ass between every word. “You … ask … me … you … don’t … tell … me!” The pain was uncomfortable. I was being punished for taking control. Silly puppet, always talking before thinking. “But but, I was just communicating that I wanted sex. You like communication!” He stopped the flogging for a moment and I turned around and looked at him. He had a stern look on his face, his hands holding on to the black and purple torturous toy.

I smiled at him. “Sorry, Master. I know. Ask, not take control. I am learning, okay?” – “Turn around again!” He continued to flog me but the intensity changed. Switching between harder and softer blows, I started to enjoy the sensations on my skin. The tails danced on my ass and my back and I slowly drifted into subspace. The flogging stopped and I felt him sit next to me now.

Slapping my ass, I felt my skin getting hotter. The pain was now burning, always hitting the same spots over and over. Open hand slaps changed to full fist punches, and my whole body moved whenever the blows hit me. I sighed. I love the punches, I love the way they make my cunt vibrate and tingle.

“Turn around and lay on your back!” – I did as I was told and looked at him. He looked calm and collected, yet aroused and amused. He picked up the flogger again and I felt the tails landing on my boobs and belly. I closed my eyes, to avoid seeing the black and purple fake leather flying by in front of my eyes. He stopped for a second and I opened my eyes. He had picked up his phone and started filming the flogger’s dance. He commanded me to spread my legs, so I did. Flogging my thighs and my cunt, I felt a different kind of pain, and a fear. I knew this would hurt. But I didn’t dare move, he was in control. And I liked it that way.

Then he dropped his phone, and I laughed. At him. I shouldn’t have. But the bratty side is strong, the bratty side takes over. I knew right away that I shouldn’t have. His one eyebrow raised, towering over me, I knew I should have stayed quiet. “Open your legs again, bitch!” – Oh shit, oh shit! I was still laughing. Even when I felt the intensity of the pain increase, the floggers’ impact being stronger now, I still laughed. Until the laughter turned into squealing, and then moaning. I deserved to be punished. I had been disrespectful. I wanted to get punished. I love when he punishes me. But oh shit, that pain was intense!

Leaning over me, he looked me straight in the eyes. “Respect, girl, you need to show me respect!” – “Yes, Master! Sorry, Master!” He put the flogger to the side, grabbed my left boob and squeezed really hard. I held my breath. His other hand pushed my legs apart and two fingers found their way into my wet cunt. Not moving. A third finger, spreading me wide. And then he fucked me with his fingers and held me down with his upper body, staring at me. Hard, harder, harder. I felt the orgasm build up within seconds and came, whispering: “Thank you, Master.”

But he was not done with me. I watched him grab the lube and the wand, and kneel in front of my spread legs. He pressed the vibrating toy on my swollen clit and I came. Again, and again, and again. He wouldn’t stop. I tried to crawl away, I felt desperate because the sensations became overwhelming. But he pushed and pushed, one setting higher, another click and the vibrations intensified. I moaned, he had pushed me over the point. The point where the discomfort and near pain turn into absolute pleasure and you crave more and more pressure, more orgasms, more torture.

His three fingers back inside me, this time lubed, he fucked me hard. I didn’t count the orgasms anymore. I just came over and over. Sometimes trying to crawl away, to make it stop. Sometimes pushing myself against the toy, lifting my ass off the bed to feel his fingers more intense. Another finger was added, and the thumb too. He was spreading me, fucking me, torturing me. And I was falling deeper and deeper into subspace, floating in pain and discomfort, floating in pleasure. Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes like hours. Time didn’t matter anymore.

All I was, was a cunt. All I was, was his to play with. And I had an orgasm. And another one. And another one. I started to feel exhausted. I felt my cum squirting out of me. And he didn’t stop. He continued, almost slapping my clit with the wand now. Reaching my cervix with all of his fingers. And then I felt it building up. The final orgasm. The most intense sensation I could imagine. I panted, I moaned, I screamed. And there it was. My whole body shaking. my mind going blank, tears shooting up into my eyes.

I grabbed the wand and pushed it away. Looking at him, begging “Pleaaase, stop, I can’t, pleaaaase!” He squinted his eyes, and turned the wand off, pulling his hand out of my cunt. I sighed and stretched my achy body. He offered his hands to me, I held on to them and he helped me sit up. My Master gave me a kiss on the top of my head and whispered “Good girl” Still floating in the realm of pleasure, I just smiled.