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by Kilted Wookie

Handcuffed to the bed. Blindfolded. Naked. Restrained. She was utterly at his mercy. He could do anything he pleased to her and there was nothing she could do except endure whatever he did.

She waited as the seconds dragged by; wondering just what lay in store for her.

She flinched as she felt the silk cords being tied around her ankles. A moan escaped as the ties were pulled tight, pulling her legs wide apart.

Seconds passed; each one seeming like an age. She knew he liked to make her wait; letting both her discomfort and anticipation grow.

She flinched as a fingertip ran up the inside of her thigh and brushed teasingly over her labia. Slowly, firmly, he rubbed at her sensitive flesh, parting her lower lips, spreading her juices.

"Yesssss!" she hissed as he pushed one finger into her. The walls of her cunt gripped it tightly as he began to work it in and out.

A second finger was added, stretching her wider. she moaned as he worked them inside her, twisting them as he pushed in as far as he could reach.

She could feel herself responding to his attention. Her juices flowed; ripples of pleasure ran through her cunt. Her nipples were almost crying out for attention and she wished her hands were free so she could squeeze and play with them.

"What's this? Oh God!" she moaned inwardly as a third finger pushed its way inside her, his knuckles forcing her open to accept them. She had barely got used to the sensation when he worked the fourth inside her.

His fingers fucked her hard. The pain of being stretch so wide felt so good. His whole hand, except his thumb was now inside her; that lovely, big, strong hand with its thick, long, questing fingers.

His thumb pressed against her clit. "Fuck!" she cried out, unable to contain herself.

"Not yet, little one," he chided, "You can't come until I tell you."

Biting her lip, she nodded. The denial of her release intensified the sensations; amplifying her pleasure and multiplying her need.

Too much... Oh, too much... She could barely hold back as his fingers fucked her with an intensity that was almost brutal. Her cunt; so wet, so very, very wet, ached under his onslaught. She was past caring how much more she could take. Each second lasted for an eternity. Each thrust of his fingers added to the delicious agony, each circling movement of his thumb on her clit added to her need.

She wanted the release of orgasm. She needed the release of orgasm. But still he denied her.

Blood pounded through her veins, fire coursed along her nerves, lights flashed behind her tightly closed eyes. The need to cum was all consuming; she didn't know how she was managing to hold back.

Unbidden, tears came to her eyes; hot, wet tears of frustration and unfulfilled need.

Perhaps that was the sign he had been waiting for. Lost in a tornado of suppressed climactic energy, she barely heard him as he softly spoke the words she had been longing for: "It's time, little one. You may come now."

Sobbing, with tears streaming down her cheeks, she surrendered. Her orgasm consumed her, tearing an animal like roar from her mouth as she gave vent to her release. Straining against her restraints, her body shook as the waves broke over her, draining her, washing away the earlier frustration.

So lost was she in the overwhelming sensations that she hadn't noticed him slip his fingers from her cunt until he placed them at her mouth. She savoured the taste of herself on his fingers as he wiped away her tears with his other hand.

Spent, and with the last of her energy, she turned her head towards him. "Thank you, Master," she said in a voice barely audible, "Thank you so much."

©Kilted Wookie May 2015


  1. A female's perspective from a male writer. It was brilliantly done (honestly, incredibly accurate), but I love to read the few male writers because I get the rare male perspective (and description of his sensations and his orgasm).


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