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Author: Alexandraranger_girl0301
Title: Chains of the Heart
Pairing: Male whoever you want/female whoever you want
Rating: MATURE
Warnings: BDSM (Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, Masochism). And I mean heavy. We’re talking Master/slave, Alex-getting-her-demons-out, bondage, breath play, sadism, masochism, pet play fetish, and slight humiliation all between two consensual adults.
“Come here, pet.” He calls quietly, snapping his fingers as he reclines in his supple leather chair. “Bring my slippers.”
He smiles as he watches her crawl into the room, her hairless, naked body moving gracefully, each muscle visible as it flexes and tenses due to her low stance to the ground. she had spent many hours being trained by Him in the proper way to crawl, with her nipples almost brushing the carpet, her head down, back bowed. ‘she’s so beautiful,’ He muses, and at once feels pride rush through Him at being blessed with her submission, with her trust, and most importantly, with her love.
“Good girl,” He murmurs fondly, reaching down to pet her long, shiny mane, running His fingers through the strands. He takes the slippers from her mouth, smiling as her head remains down even as it leans into His touch.
“Such a good girl.” His hands wander down further, tugging at her pierced nipples using the chain that runs between them, a chain that’s always kept slightly taunt so that the sensitive nubs are forever stimulated. His fingers wander down further, playing briefly with the large rubber cock inserted in her pussy; He always expects her to be ready and aroused for Him. His smile grows as her back arches a bit when He jiggles it, and He grabs the base and starts to thrust it gently within her. He watches her body come alive, her hips starting to move with the toy needfully. she hasn’t orgasmed in nearly a month, the longest He has ever left her without relief, and He knows the sexual agony she must be in.
He slowly pulls the dildo from her tight, grasping pussy, holding it before her mouth. “Lick, slutpet,” He murmurs affectionately, watching as her red lips part to take the toy between them, watching as she practically devours the toy in her effort to please Him. her throat pulses as she gets it as deep as she can, savoring the taste of her own juices, sharp and abundant after being teased for so long. He slowly removes the fake cock, now perfectly clean, tracing her pouting lips with it before almost savagely thrusting it back up into her body, making her form jerk and eliciting pleading moans from her throat.
“You know the rules, slut.” The words come harshly, and she knows that He’s irritated at having to remind her. His hands are now firmly embedded in the real horsehair that sprouts from the large plug in her ass, and with each syllable He pulls on it, dragging the ribbed tail from her ass.
her face slowly turns crimson, but finally one small, quiet meow comes from her throat, almost more like a whimper than a feline sound. “You can do better than that,” He says warningly, yanking the plug out with one final, hard pull, and a strangled yet loud yowl comes from her throat. He smiles approvingly and sets the tail aside, stroking His fingers over her gaping hole.
“Meooow….” she whimpers, her asshole throbbing from the harsh treatment and also from the past month-He knows she can’t come during anal sex, and since He didn’t want to risk her aroused state forcing her over, He’s used only her mouth and ass for intercourse.
“Are you in heat, slutpet?” He murmurs, rubbing the slowly shrinking rosebud almost tenderly. Another desperate yowl reaches His ears, and He grins; it truly sounds like a cat desperate to be fucked. “All right, all right. You’ve been a good girl. I’ll let you come tonight.”
He can practically feel the heat radiating off her as her body presses back pleadingly, sticking her ass up at Him. He smirks and suddenly spanks her so hard He stings His own hand, making her shriek and shrink away from Him. “But first, you need to be taught-again, may I add-to beg properly, like the slut you are.”
He takes out her choker chain, strapping it around her neck and pulling tight, cutting off her air for one terrifying moment. He watches as she fights her body’s fight-or-flight response, her form tensing, but yet that’s the only resistance she shows. He nods, satisfied, and slowly releases the pressure. “Come along, slut.”
she follows meekly behind him, crawling with her body low, the shag carpet catching the chain between her nipples and yanking at it, her ass still throbbing with the force of the spank. He leads her to the bedroom and ties the leash off to a bedpost, the velvet-covered chain around her neck almost to the point of cutting off her air again. “I wouldn’t suggest squirming.” His voice is deadly serious, and although she knows He would never let her die, her form still trembles. He smiles grimly, leaving her shivering form, going to their chest and pulling out a hook with a small platform on the bottom. He commands her to kneel up straight, watching her arms and legs brace herself up from her former, lowly position. her eyes go wide as He places the hook on the chain, the lightweight metal only dragging it down a bit. He smiles and slowly starts to add weight to the platform, and each small disk slowly drags her beautiful nipples down further and further until she’s biting her lip in pain, her back slightly arching as if to try to relieve it.
He slowly stands, getting a long, braided flogger, raising His muscled arm and bringing it crashing down onto her back. she jerks and then gasps as the chain tightens, closing in on her throat, and she struggles to freeze her body while straightening her burning back. she mews almost pitifully, begging forgiveness with the sound, and He reaches a soothing hand down to rub the rising welt. He sets the whip down, knowing how much she hates it and not wanting to push her; it’s been a long month for her, and He’s not completely without compassion.
He walks away again, selecting the hard wooden paddle; the sting from it is more spread out and easier for His pet to deal with. He comes to stand behind her, watching as she struggles to get air through her compressed passage. “Breathe slowly, slutpet,” He murmurs, His voice almost loving, and it calms her. He nods, then brings the paddle down on her ass, hard and swift.
She manages to stay still through forty hits with the flat wood until finally she breaks down into soft sobs, her chest heaving, the weights yanking at her throbbing nipples, her body jerking. He watches as the chain pulls tighter and tighter around her neck, watches her face go red, her lips parting and gasping for air.
He’s never seen her so beautiful.
He kneels behind her form, shedding the plush, crushed velvet robe He was wearing and pulling the dildo from her again, this time tossing it side. His cock, erect and pulsing from the entire evening, sinks into her hungry pussy easily, and even as her body struggles for life-giving oxygen it grips Him, desperate for that one, final orgasm. He moans, reaching with shaking hands to secure a ring around the base of His thick shaft-this is for her pleasure, not His. He can barely hear her breathless, pleading mews but it’s enough, and He tears into her hard, His fingers finding her clit and rubbing the cum-starved nub roughly. It doesn’t take long at all before her body starts to explode in orgasm, and He just manages to reach over and release the choker chain at that crucial moment, the sudden burst of oxygen sending her over the edge into oblivion. her back arches, breasts and weights shaking, hips thrusting, and her pussy almost crushes Him as she releases. He moans loudly in pain, biting His lip and just managing to keep His hips from snapping away.
Finally, her convulsing body stills, going limp as she sinks to the floor, barely conscious. He slowly withdraws from her, releasing the ring on His cock and stroking Himself to a much smaller orgasm, His cum decorating her red ass and welted back with pearly strands. she doesn’t make a sound as He carefully frees her of the weights and even the chain-she deserves a break for tonight-and lifts her up, carrying her to their bed and lying her down gently. He slides under the covers and wraps her shivering body up in His arms, curling around her protectively.
“Fuck…” she murmurs softly, and He only smiles, kissing her swollen lips gently.
“I love you,” He whispers affectionately, amazed at her, at her strength, at her trust, and the smile He gets from her, however exhausted it is, matches the warmth in His heart.