Would you...

I’ll be waiting for you, seated in the chair, a tight leather collar around my neck, chains framing my breasts as my only clothing. My legs, not fully closed, reveal only that there’s no underwear to hinder access. My hands, clasped behind my head, clearly express my refusal to defend even an inch of skin against whatever you want to do with it.

I know you didn’t expect to find me in this position, you didn’t expect the crystal-clear invitation that my offered and expectant image signifies… You enter and close the door, isolating us from the world. Here, in this room, only desire exists: mine, for you to do with me whatever you want… and yours, to have a body inviting you to play with it, and a mind willing to explore the limits. You would never say no to that universe of possibilities that opens up for both of us.

You approach slowly and notice that between my breasts there’s a small sign that asks… “Would you hurt me a little bit?

You smile slowly, with that crooked smile that promises that tomorrow the memories of this night will still be felt in small, secret, hidden aches and pains all over my body.

“Are you sure you can handle what I’m going to do to you?” you ask.

And no, I’m not sure… but fear is confused with excitement, and it only serves as fuel for desire.

“I’ll try,” I answer. And my genuine willingness to submit to your desires, to conquer these little tortures, to lose myself in the sensations you provoke in me, excites you and gives you power over me, because I’ve given you permission to mistreat me towards orgasm… several times.

“Let’s see, then, how much I like hurting you. Which I think is going to be quite a lot… Show me some of the nipple clamps you have, but make sure they’re of different pain levels, okay?” I obey quickly, placing on the bed some small rubber bands with chains, which I know I can wear for quite a while without them hurting too much, some small sticks that also close with rubber bands, which tighten a little more, and finally, some slightly stronger clamps, which I know will become very uncomfortable in a few minutes.

“Very well,” you say, “let’s make this a little more interesting… I’m going to roll a die, and if it lands on a 1 or a 2, I’ll give you the first ones, if it lands on a 3 or 4, the second ones, and if it lands on a 5, I’ll give you the strongest ones you’ve drawn… do you agree?”

Although my head tells me that something’s missing from this logic, I nod with a dry mouth, eager not to start by finding fault… You roll the die, and just as it had to be… it lands on a 6.

That slightly wicked smile returns to your face.

“Well, it seems we’re going to have to improvise…” And very calmly, you take out some wooden clothespins and show them to me. I know perfectly well that these are much stronger, and they intimidate me. You watch the emotions flashing across my face, almost expecting me to protest… but I don’t. Silence. Submission. Wait. So you pinch my left nipple and place the wooden clamp on it, and before I can register the pain, you do the same to the right one.

It hurts. Of course it hurts. But I look into your eyes and decide that I want to endure, that I want to surrender, that I want to let you make my breasts your toy.

You lean back on the bed and light a cigarette. Puff after puff you smoke it, while your eyes burn with pleasure at seeing my efforts to keep up. I know how long it takes to finish it, and time stretches out… it slowly passes, while in silence, you enjoy the pain I offer you, the pain I enjoy. Pain and pleasure, and desire unite us, that terrible intimacy of willing victim and executioner with control and power in his hands…

With your free hand, you gently caress the contour of my breast, sliding your thumb over the tip of each of my nipples—hypersensitive, sore, aroused. Then, you move your hand up to my hair, grip it tightly, and bring your face close to mine, staring intently, as if you wanted to absorb my sensations, my complete surrender. We remain like that for a few moments… and finally, you release my hair, extinguish the cigarette, and with infinite care, open the clamps, allowing the blood to flow again to that area, flushing my entire tits.

“Good girl,” you murmur, pleased. “You’re going to be a very accommodating little slut all night, aren’t you?”

I nod, not daring to speak, because I don’t think I could do it without my voice trembling. You bring your hand close to my pussy, simply to test me… and indeed you test me, and my body betrays me, screaming my desire, soaking your fingers with the slightest touch.

“Don’t rush, little bitch. You’re completely wet, and I’ve barely started playing with you…” We can’t let you get dehydrated. Get dressed, we’re going down for a drink.

I look at you, surprised by the sudden reprieve. Until I hear your instructions: I can only wear a shirt, a skirt, and my sneakers. Absolutely nothing else. My face burns just thinking about it. But I obey your orders.

We go down to a nearby terrace, and you order a wine for me and a beer for yourself. I try to be as inconspicuous as possible. I know perfectly well that anyone who notices will immediately see, at the very least, that I’m not wearing a bra. My breasts aren’t exactly small. And any movement leaves my pussy exposed to the night air… so I press my knees tightly together and fix my gaze on the table, slightly hunched over, trying to make myself invisible.

Laughing, you nip my attempts in the bud: none of that.

Head held high, shoulders back, and at least ten centimeters between your knees at all times… let the air flow…

If I could blush anymore, I’d probably glow in the dark. But I obey. You look around, proud, almost daring anyone to look at how my nipples, hard as diamonds, are pressing against the fabric of my shirt. I take a sip from my glass, and at that moment, as if by chance, you run your hand up my thigh, and with a swift motion, you slide a finger inside my pussy, and pull it out to show me how it glistens, wet, before immediately putting it in my mouth.

The taste of my own sex mingles with the wine, but you don’t remove your finger, so I close my lips around it, looking into your eyes, trying to tell you with just my gaze how much I’d like it to be your cock that I suck

sometime tonight. And you, understanding my look, suggest with yours that I’ll have to earn that prize.

We finish our drinks, and you offer me your hand to help me up. Your help is welcome, because my legs are trembling and the inner muscles of my thighs and abdomen seem to be contracting uncontrollably.

We go upstairs back to the door. You open it, turn to me, and say: give me all your clothes. I try to go in to take them off, but you stop me: no. Now you’re going to come in completely naked, when I say so, to show me and to show yourself that you’re putting yourself completely in my hands, that you can’t hide or hold anything back. When I let you in, you’re totally mine, my little vixen, my slave, my toy.

I freeze at the idea of undressing before going in, but I know that if I refuse, I’ll have failed almost before we’ve even started. I take off my shoes and clothes and hand them to you. And you go inside and close the door. For a minute that feels like an eternity, I wait for

you to take pity on me and open the door. My heart is pounding in my chest, from fear, but also from the thrill of the danger. And finally, you open the door, almost like in a horror movie, and let me, of my own free will, surrender completely and follow you, once again, into the room where you can devour me like the Bad Wolf devouring a Little Red Riding Hood who is more blushed than red.

And so you decide that my entire skin deserves the chance to get a little redder… You take out a whip made of black leather straps, make sure I’ve seen it properly, and blindfold me with a black scarf. I stand there, trembling with anticipation, and you begin to caress me with the leather straps. You trace my shoulders, my waist, my legs, my face, my neck… and every now and then, without me being able to guess when or where, a quick flick of your wrist turns the caress into a lash… light at first, not so much as I begin to moan.

You increase the intensity, and soon my entire skin seems to be on fire. You lift me onto the bed, where you make me kneel, arms behind my head, breasts fully exposed to the blows, and legs spread so you can deliver those continuous lashes wherever you want, without me being able to foresee them or prepare for them. You spank my ass, which immediately turns completely red, my legs, my whole body, and I barely maintain the position you’ve put me in, moaning nonstop, completely open, lost in a world of excessive sensations, where thought no longer exists, but only concentrated passion, suffered and enjoyed in every piece of skin to which you dedicate your attention.

Breathless and trembling like a leaf, I try to regain some composure when you pause.

“I think it’s a good time to change things up, little one. Let’s see what else can be done with chains like the ones you were wearing before.”

I’m not entirely sure of your intentions, and I feel a little apprehensive, but my body wants everything you’re doing to me.

“Sit in the chair and open your legs as wide as you can.”

You take out some chains with clamps on each end and try to attach them, but you quickly realize that my vulva is too wet for anything to hold. You dry my crotch with the bandage from before, and although the inside refuses to stop getting wet, you manage to attach a clamp to each labia. The sensation is intense and immediate. It’s not just the pain, but the pressure, and the pull from the weight of the chains. You smile contentedly, enjoying the view.

You lie down on the bed and order me to position myself so you can see, from the best possible angle, the swaying of the chains. I climb onto the bed following you, despite how difficult it is to move with that diabolical instrument stretching my lips and framing my cunt in metal.

I position myself, legs open, over your face, as you wanted, and you play with slightly moving the chains and giving small tugs that make me gasp and bite my lips.

“Remind me to have some weights handy next time to hang on these chains; I don’t know if I’ll use them first for your nipples or your pussy, but I think they could be… very interesting.”

Without any warning, you move the chains to open my labia and run your tongue over my clitoris. I can’t help but shudder, a mixture of shock and pleasure. You do it again several times, and I notice how my pussy is so wet again that the moisture is even dripping down the clamps and onto the chains.

“I think I’ve got you as hot as I wanted,” you say. “So let’s give you that reward you asked for. Lie on your back, with your head at the edge of the bed.”

Even though I feared, and at the same time hoped, that you wouldn’t do anything to remove those clamps, I say nothing, and simply obey your orders like the good girl you want me to be. You stand beside the bed and slide your cock into my mouth, leaving me breathless and—incredibly—even more aroused, when I thought that was impossible.

You start fucking my mouth, very slowly at first, but with increasing depth, and although it’s hard to keep up with your pace, I love the position.

You too seem incredibly excited, and your rock-hard cock slides in and out of my mouth as you gaze at my body, surrendered, open, and compliant. Every few thrusts, you pinch or slap my breasts with your hand, and the sound of those slaps, and the uncontrolled moans that escape my throat, muffled by your cock, set the rhythm for a while.

After some time, perhaps a long time or a short time, since I no longer have any sense of time or anything else, you stop and climb onto the bed next to me.

You remove the clamps from my pussy and gently caress my sore lips.

“You’re really behaving like a very compliant little slut… and I’m very pleased. Let’s take it a little further, let’s see if you continue to be so obedient…”

You take out a new toy, this time made of silicone, and explain: “Use your juices to lubricate it, and make sure it’s very slippery… and then put it in your ass.”

I tremble with fear, I know that with this I’m dangerously close to the limit of what I’m capable of… but… am I really going to give up now?

And I do as you ask. Painfully, slowly, trying to hold back even the tears that spring to my eyes. But I do it. And you look at the result, and nod, proud.

“Very good, little one. Don’t worry, you can take it off. Come here, let me comfort you a little. I know it hurt a lot, but you did very well…” I quickly pull it out, stifling a groan, and lie down beside you as you hug me and stroke my hair.

The warmth of your skin envelops me, and you pull me on top of you. Your cock now brushes against my pussy, and when I look into your eyes, I know what I have to do. Opening my legs slightly, I gently guide your cock inside me. You push down on my shoulders, and as I sit up, you thrust deeper and deeper inside me.

“Mmm…” you say, “I love being inside you.”

With your fingers you begin to trace circles around my clitoris, not stopping for a second except to occasionally tap it lightly.

Each time your cock goes deeper inside, and each time my excitement reaches new heights. You fill my cunt completely, and yet my body seeks you out more and more, and accelerates, almost without deciding, making you nearly pull out and then thrusting back in completely, again and again.

I close my eyes, moving my hips in circles, impaled by you, seeking the touch of your fingers and your cock, while the tension rises more and more, my movements even lose their rhythm, I struggle to keep riding you and, suddenly, unable to stop it, orgasm engulfs my body from top to bottom, sending electric shocks through all my muscles, which clench around you and contract, uncontrollably, again and again while my whole body trembles and I cover my mouth to scream my pleasure almost silently, and you come with me and fill me with yourself and your fluids mix with mine and your contractions with my spasms and your moans with my muffled cries.

I curl up on one side of the bed, still shivering occasionally, and you hug me tightly from behind, kissing my neck, and let sleep overcome me, feeling accompanied and loved. And when darkness envelops us, I sigh contentedly, thinking about what new games we’ll enjoy next time…