Hands cuffed behind my back. The gag firmly in my mouth. Master C pulls my head sharply back by my hair.
His belt tightens around my neck, digging into my skin as He fucks my arse with deep, long, powerful thrusts.
My cheeks are flushed, tears flow from my eyes. I am lightheaded; a combination of lust and lack of air.
My lungs burn. My jaw aches around the gag’s ball, stifling my whimpers as His cock sinks deep into my back passage, again and again.
The belt tightens. With each thrust of Master C‘s cock, the pressure slowly increases, starving me of air.
I close my eyes. I can feel the blood burning in my veins. I long for Him to come, to release me from this deliciously breathless agony.
The lack of air heightens my other senses. My nipples throb against the pegs fastened to them. My scalp burns where Master C tugs my hair. My arse… Oh my poor, tortured, abused arse. It hurts so much, but it feels so good.
Dizziness. Arousal. Pain. Pleasure. The hardness of Master C‘s cock. The agony of my oxygen starved lungs. They all coil together, combining in untold ways to heighten my already intense pleasure.
The staccato hammering of His cock in my arse increases. I can almost feel it swell inside me.
Master C lets my hair go as He pulls out. The pressure around my neck lightens slightly. “I’m coming for you, my filthy little slut, I’m coming!” He groans and I feel the warmth of his explosion against my skin.
Master C releases the cuffs, removes the gag and kisses me lightly, delicately, lovingly.
“Now come for me, little slut, your Master wants to watch His slut come,” He says softly.
As the circulation returns to my fingers, I reach between my legs to comply…