Bound in Lust

He had been clear with his instructions....buttplug firmly in place until he arrived. And only maybe could I remove it then.

I fidgeted waiting for him. I was bathed and powdered and smooth and soft all over; the way he prefers me. When I'm at home that is... Other times when we are out for a day trip hiking or exploring, he likes to drag me by the hair through the woods and fuck me without mercy up against a tree or in a pile of leaves, both covered in forest detritus, cum, sweat and sometimes, depending on his mood, blood and piss.

I love our day trips. Driving out into the country, sometimes getting lost. Teasing each other the entire drive. My hand stroking his cock, or him licking my juices from his fingers. We look like any normal couple when we stop for petrol or lunch. Him tall and dark with broad shoulders and disarming British accent. Me, small with innocent looking dark eyes and a mass of curls covering voluptuous breasts. Nobody would guess the wild pair we become later, our shared deviance binding us together.

I smile as I reminisce about our last trip. I had bruises for days after. The welts and cuts and bites, pleasantly sore reminders of hours of play in an old barn. Warmth spread and a slight dampness form and I contemplate touching my sensitive clit when the door opens and He strides in.

Eagerly I stand, ready for whatever he has planned. He has been away working for a fortnight and I am starved for his touch. He had said he couldn't wait to be inside me. His messages frequent and full of filthy promise. With only that in mind, I reach for him....and earn a slap on the hand.

"Turn around girl"

He inspects me slowly, making sure I am plugged and only slightly damp. He could always somehow tell when I have pleasured myself. And without permission meant punishment. I can hear him taking his clothes off and the warmth between my legs becomes almost scalding.

"Lay down on the bed slut, with your wand."

I do am I'm told. Obedience is rewarded with my Master. But instead of joining me he sits on the large comfy chair facing the bed and proceeds to stroke his rapidly thickening cock. I watch entranced as his large hand slides up and down the hardening shaft, veins filling with blood and the knob reddening angrily.  

"Turn the wand on slut and press it against your clit."

It's a struggle to not cum right away when the vibrations start pulsing through the core of my sex. I can't tear my eyes away from the sight of his strong hand pumping his cock. The sound of the wand competes with liquid sound of his lubed hand sliding up and down the thick veins of his meat.

My hips lift off the bed, my teeth are grinding as I struggle to hold off a gushing orgasm. I can't help but start to beg him. Please Sir over and over. My cunt clenches with the effort to wait. His gruff voice orders me to cum and not to dare move the wand. 

I cry out with relief when the waves flow over me, the steady hum of the wand pushing me harder and keeping me dangling over the edge as orgasm after orgasm floods my body. And still unable to tear my eyes from the sight of him pleasuring himself, knowing how badly I want to touch him.

"Take the plug out and push your dildo into your ass and fuck yourself for me"

Disappointment wars with excitement as I push the dildo into my already aching ass. I sheet under me wet with desire already.

"Play with yourself while you fuck yourself. And don't stop until I tell you to."

I can tell that he's getting close. His voice is strained and his breathing heavy while he fists his big cock. I want that cock so bad. I don't care where as long as he fucks me. My fingers are coated with my juices from pinching and rubbing my swollen clit. He approaches me whispering for me to cum and I fall over the edge once again just as the first hot rope of cum hits my face. 

We both smile, bound again in lust.