Hunger
I stand with my legs spread wide apart. I am gagged and blindfolded, and my arms are strapped behind me. I feel a bead of sweat running down my face. My cunt aches from the whipping it has just endured. And I can only whimper as I wait.
*You were so beautiful standing on that corner. Your face and body spoke of arrogance but your spirit was all submission. I knew you would be a perfect toy.*
A massive dildo is violating my ass, and the welts from the last whipping still burn. I can’t seem to calm my breathing–each new intake is more ragged than the last one. Is it fear? Or anticipation?
*I still smile at how easy it was for me to grab you and force you into the trunk of my car. A quick snap and the wrist and ankle cuffs were firmly fastened and the muzzle slipped easily despite your struggles. I barely noticed your scream when I slammed the trunk down.*
Is that your footsteps I hear? Every sound is amplified. Are you even here? But I can feel your eyes cutting through me.
*Your eyes told me everything when I opened the trunk. You had fear, yes. Much fear. But there was deep in your soul a desire. omething that longed to be awakened.*
That first night when you tied me face down on the bed–I remember the ball being pressed against my lips and the twisted nipple that forced me to scream so that you could force the back sphere into my mouth. I remember the heavy thud of the flogger as it pounded against my ass. I remember the tears and the muffled begging that I thought would never come from me. And I remember that first penetration as your cock plowed into my cunt.
*I could not wait to violate you. Each of your openings begged to be used by me. I began so conventionally. Now that I have had time to reflect, I should have taken you anally first to mark your submission.*
Later when you took my virgin ass, I felt my body split open and everything that I had been poured onto the concrete floor and was drained away. I tried to focus on the pain of the pounding, but all I could feel was my body surrendering itself to you. And when my orgasm burst, I could sense by spirit fly out of me to a higher place.
*You amazed me when you experienced the bite of my single tsils for the first time. I thought you would have passed out from the intensity. I spared you nothing, and yet you stayed alert and absorbed each lash with relish.*
Was it yesterday that you offered me as a sex toy? How many was it? Five? Ten? Fifty? I can’t remember. I have vague images of men around me. Of cocks one after the other filling my mouth. But I remember the ones taking my cunt and ass. I remember the flow of cum that poured out of those places and constant bursts that consumed my mind. Was one of them your’s?
*Never have I found someone as insatiable as you. You body craves the pain of the whip, the cane and the folgger. You cunt, ass and mouth swallow my cock and everything else that I have used to fill them. You arch your back to push your ass out so it can receive more. And the more I give, the more you crave.*
I know I eat. I am still alive. I am still strong. But I can’t remember the taste of food. It is inconsequential for me. I feed on your whips, your floggers, your canes, your plugs, your rope, your cock. I devour the sensations you create for me. I savour each morsel of sting, each bite of of thud, each drop of your cum.
I am so hungry, Master.
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