One Intense Evening

By Psycho Lotus

I knew my Master was in a fowl mood from the moment that he walked in the door. It wasn't something I had done to irritate him, probably just work.

Yesterday he had mentioned something about wanting to try this new Korean restaurant down the street. When I asked him about it he snapped at me. Instead I slipped into the kitchen, made some pasta and opened a bottle of wine. I tried to talk to him over dinner about the new store I had found when I was out shopping that day but he was unreceptive. I could tell he didn't want to listen to me babble on about candles and cute little scented soaps.

We ate the rest of the meal in silence. I then quickly cleaned up the dirty dishes while he went to the den to watch TV. He wanted to be alone so I climbed the stairs to the bedroom, lit some candles and curled up with a naughty book. It was one of those erotic smutty novels where the heroine is forced to merry a sadistic older man and then willingly submits to whatever evil things he wants to do to her. I figured he didn't want to play so I put on an old cotton nightshirt and snuggled up under the covers with my book and another glass of wine.

About two hours later my Master came into the bedroom and asked what I was doing. I told him I was reading and he should come to bed when he wishes. He undressed then lay down next to me and began too gently kiss my shoulders and neck. He wrapped his arms around me and I dropped my book to the floor as he held me tightly to his muscular chest.

I adore the way my Master holds me. I feel safe and warm, protected from the world and all the evil in it. He kissed my forehead and ran his hands down my back stopping to squeeze my tight ass cheeks. “I love you”, I whispered.

“Sorry, I snapped at you. The traffic coming home was terrible and I really wanted to go out with you tonight I just came home too late.” He said.

“That's okay. We can go out some other time.”

We snuggled in bed for a while, kissing and fondling each other playfully. It was getting late and I was feeling drowsy from the 3 glass of wine I had drunk. “Good night Master”, I said as I pulled away from him and got out of bed.

“Where are you going?” He said firmly.

“I'm going to blow out the candles and get ready to go to bed. It is getting late and I'm kind of tired.”

He pulled me back to the bed and pounced on top of me. I yelped as he began to roughly squeeze my tits through my nightshirt. “Why aren't you wearing anything sexy for me tonight?” He asked as he pinched my left nipple.

“I'm tired and figured you weren't in the mood since you came home grumpy.”

“I'm not grumpy and don't presume to think what I want.” He said forcefully.

“Yes Sir.” I said meekly.

I pushed his hands aside and turned away from him, frustrated. I got up and went to the bathroom. As I returned to the bedroom he pushed me against the wall and kissed me passionately. I could feel his erect member brush against my thigh as he pinned my arms to my sides. I really wasn't in the mood for this. I was tired, slightly drunk and just wanted to go to sleep. How could he be horny after having such a bad day? I fought against him, wiggling my right hand free and pushed him away. So what if he had a hard-on. He shouldn't have ignored me all evening. It was too late and by that time I was absolutely fuming. “Stop it! I don't want to have sex with you! ” I shouted at him as I walked around to my side of the bed.

“You're going to pay, you little bitch.”

He walked over to the closet where we kept all our toys. I couldn't see what he was getting because his muscular body blocked the door. He turned and glared at me. I was trapped. Why do I open my big mouth and get myself into trouble? I curled up in a ball on the corner of the bed trying to get as far away from him as I could. “How dare you refuse me? I own your body and will use it whenever I wish. You have gotten way too comfortable around here. I get enough people complaining at work, I don't need it here.”

Then he was on me. I tried to push him off like before, but he was too angry to back down this time. I had gone to far. I had insulted my Master and he was now going to put me in my place.

He roughly pulled my arms up, ripped off my nightgown and tied my hands above my head to the headboard. Then he pulled my head back by my long brown hair and slipped a pink ball gag into my mouth. “I don't want to hear any more wining. This should keep you quiet.” He said as he secured the thin leather strap behind my head.

Pulling at the ropes, I accepted my fate and gave up fighting him. It was his right to take me as he pleases. This was the agreement we had. I had been wrong to refuse him. I would accept my punishment like a good little sub.

Terrified, I laid there naked with my legs squeezed together while he stood eyeing my body. I guess he was trying to decide what to do to me first. The bulge in his briefs was huge. In that instant I was terrified of him, like a virgin on her wedding day. He had been my Master for 6 years and could still make me squirm by just looked at me. He pulled down his shorts and his massive cock sprung out and bobbed in the air. He stripped the rest of his clothes off slowly, savoring my fear.

He laid on top of me and forcefully pried my legs open. “You will have to learn that this is my pussy.” He said as he grabbed my dripping wet cunt.

“I see my slave is finally wet for me. It took you long enough.”

I let out a muffled cry as he pinched my pussy lips.

He then went to work on my breasts. He squeezed and smacked them, pinching my nipples until I screamed through the gag. Again and again he smacked my breasts. First right then left. They were turning from pink to red as the blows continued. Tears ran down my cheeks. I tried to beg him to stop but only muffled cries came out through the gag. I could tell he enjoyed seeing the pain and fear in my eyes. He was a sadistic pervert but I loved him anyway.

When he was finally done torturing my breasts, He ran his hand down my stomach and between my legs. He gently partly my pussy lips and tickling my clit, teasing me mercilessly.

Spreading my legs wide, he kneels in between them and positioned his cock at the entrance to my vagina. With one fierce thrust he was all the way inside me. I could feel the head of his cock push against my cervix. I moaned as he violated me. He thrusted hard and deep, knowing just what spot to stroke to send me over the edge. I came, screaming through the gag. My pussy sucked at his cock, not wanting to let it go as the orgasm erupted through my body. He didn't stop torturing my vagina with his hard cock. He kept pumping in and out while holding my legs back. I closed my eyes and floated away riding the endorphin rush. This was the closest I have ever been to a religious experience. Master was my god and I was being sacrificed on the alter of his cock.

Abruptly, he pulled out and got off the bed, ignoring my muffled screams. I came crashing back to reality, cursing he for the sudden feeling of emptiness. He left the room, got a glass of water from the kitchen, and returned a few minutes later. Setting the glass down the went to the closet, he pulled out a few more ropes and tied my ankles to opposite corners of the bed. “We don't want you hurting yourself.” He said with an evil grin.

I was pulled taunt in a Y shape. The only thing I could move was my head. I watched him with horror as he picked up one of my lavender scented candles and walk toward me. I screamed as the hot wax was poured over my spread open pussy lips and sensitive clit. Repeatedly he dripped the wax until there was a thick coating over pussy mound. Tears ran down my cheeks. He stopped to lick and kiss them off before continuing. Then he went to work on my breasts with another candle. This wasn't as bad and I began to enjoy the hot wax drying on my cool skin.

Then he pulled out a small sharp knife from his nightstand. Fear again crept back on my face as I saw the blade gleam in the candlelight. He was going to cut me, make me beg for mercy. He wanted to prove that I belonged to him and he could kill me if he wished. How would I explain the cuts to the doctors in the emergency room when they had to sew me up? My brain was on overload.

He sat down next to my head and stroked my hair. “It's okay my slave. I'm not going to hurt you.”

My breathing slowed as I relaxed at his touch. My Master would take care of me. Everything would be fine. He straddled my stomach and gently ran the knifepoint down my neck to my wax covered breasts. “You must learn to trust me. Have I ever hurt you badly?”

I shook my head and he smiled.

Appling gently pressure with the knife he scraped the wax off my left breast dropping it in to a small trashcan on the floor . It was a tingling sensation as the wax was pulled away allowing the cool air to caress my scotched skin. When he finished the left breast he went on to the right. I was relaxed and calm, enjoying the attention after the painful burning. When he was finished, he kissed me passionately and got off the bed. “I want you to stay perfectly still now so I don't cut you.” He said as he leaned over to get close to my wax covered pussy.

I felt the gently pressure of the knife as the wax was slowly removed. It became more difficult to stay still as the knife tickled my tender pussy lips. Finally he was finished. He slowly ran the knife up my stomach and back to my breasts circling the nipples. He teases and played with me until I screamed from the building tension between my legs. I wanted him to fuck me again. I shifted my hips catching him off guard and the knife cut deeply in to my right breast a few inches above the nipple. “I told you to stay still. Now look what you made me do…”

I didn't hear a word of what he was saying. I was too lost in my own mind and the pain was exquisite. It shot from my breast to my wet throbbing cunt. I could feel the hot thick liquid run down my cool skin. It took a few seconds for my mind to realize that I was bleeding heavily. I felt him put a towel over the gash applying pressure. He left the room without untying me and returned with some bandages. He cleaned the cut, applied an antiseptic ointment and a gauze bandage and taped it down. Finally he untied my arms and legs and removed the ball gag. I could tell he was upset and worried about his little accident. He cradled me his arms as I flexed my cramped muscles. A feeling of protection and security swept over me. I knew my Master loved and cared about me. I was his precious pet and he couldn't stand the thought that he had accidentally hurt me. I was completely content except for the nagging itch between my legs that needed to be released. I rubbed my pussy against his thigh trying to get some satisfaction. “I see you want some more.” He said, amazed after all I had been through.

He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out his handcuffs. I smiled at him offering my rope burned wrists. He clicked one cuff on then rolled me on to my stomach, pulled my hands behind my back and attacked the cuffs to the other wrist. I could feel the tape on the bandage pull as my shoulders were pulled back and my tits pressed into the comforter. He patted me on the ass then helped me up to my knees. He positioned them on the edge of the bed and pushed my shoulders back down to the mattress preparing to take me from behind.

He gave my ass a few hard wacks then thrust his cock deep into my waiting pussy. I moaned with satisfaction as he fucked me holding on to the chain of the handcuffs for leverage. “Come for me.” He commanded as he tickled my insides with the head of his cock.

Over and over again I screamed as I came. His cock pounded at my essence. The pleasure came in waves, exquisite purple waves and again I was lost in space. “I want to cum in that ass of yours.” He said as he pulled out.

I didn't care. I was too wrapped up in the sensations that were coursing through my body to pay any attention. I heard the nightstand drawer being opened and something cold being applied to my anus. The shock made me jump. I tried to close my legs but he was already between them pushing the head of his cock toward my puckered hole. Pulling my arms he gently but firmly popped his head through my sphincter muscle. I relaxed letting he thrust his length inside me. He stroked gently at first then violently thrusted into my ass. This was his favorite way to use me. He pulled hard on the handcuffs and I screamed as he pushed deeper inside. My ass was on fire and I tried to wiggle away from him, to get some relief from the merciless pounding of his cock. He smacked my ass cheek hard savoring the sensation as my muscles tightened around his cock. With a low moan he squirted his sperm deep into ass. My muscles milked at his dick until it became soft and he pulled out. I collapsed on to the bed totally spent, ready for a good night's sleep. My master washed him self off then escorted my to the bathroom without removing the cuffs. “I like you this way. “ he replied when I asked him if he was going to release me.

He put away the ropes, got dressed and we snuggled up under the covers. His hand wondered up to my naked breasts and he checked the bandage before playing with my nipples. “Before I leave for work tomorrow I will unlock your wrists. This will teach you to never refuse me again.”

“Yes Master.” I muttered half asleep.

“I love you, but you are defiantly a piece of work.”

I didn't hear him for I had already drifted off into dreamland.