art-of-domination:

She lay on the table in their basement. her legs spread so wide over each side and secured underneath.  Her arms secured underneath her body and also tied to the underside of the table.  He had strapped a big ballgag between her teeth and turned around while he gathered some toys for her session.  Every minute or so he would turn around and look at her with a big smile on her face.  The smile, more than the restraints, more than any of it, sent a shiver down her spine.  He made sure he was in full view of her, talking to himself, talking to her, each word carefully chosen, each thought carefully crafted to make her squirm, to make her soaking wet.  

Finally, after he had gathered everything he wanted, he came over to the table.  She could feel her pussy pulsating with the anticipation of what was about to occur.  He looked down at her, sliding his hands between her legs, rubbing her pussy softly.  He laughed at her, acknowledging her wetness without saying a word, making her face blush, as his left hand moved to her breast.  Squeezing it softly, he slapped her thigh hard with his right hand, making her head instinctively jerk back, a whimper escaping her lips.  Placing his left hand on her head, his right hand now moved towards her other breast, her nipples stiffening with his rough touch. 

He leaned in towards her and that evil smile returned. “You whimpered just from that little slap?  Heh.  Girl. you ain’t seen nothing yet.”  Another whimper involuntarily escaped her lips as he twisted her nipple sharply.