14 Mar 2020

https://kala.bdsmlr.com/post/190177539

She said she didn't like ass hooks.  She found them vulgar and humiliating.  He spent weeks trying to work it into their play and she resisted every time.  He waited, patiently.  Though, inside, he was the opposite.  Finally, once she agreed to let him control her orgasms, an idea sparked in his mind.

He'd been alternating between periods of denial followed by a day of forced orgasms, until those periods grew longer and longer. When she hit a month of edging and denial, she finally begged with words she never wanted to use, knowing full well they'd be used against her.

"Please, I'll do anything, please let me cum!!" she screamed at him after her 20th edge of the day.  Her cunt was sopping wet, swollen from his attention. Her hair was a mess, her makeup was smeared along her face from her tears, and her tits positively glowed from the flogger he just finished using on her.

He paused then landed one harsh strike to her pussy, her bound legs shaking as the pain hit her immediately. "Did you mean to say that? Anything?  I need to know, I'm giving you one chance to take it back.  Use your safe word right now and I'll pretend I didn't hear it."

She gasped in a deep breath, her hips bucking up into the air, showing him her pussy dripping in need, spasming on its own, seemingly edging itself as she was so aroused.

"Anything!" she screeched, the noise almost hurting his ears.

He kept his face blank but inside, his mind was racing. There were so many things he'd wanted to do, so many they hadn't even discussed. Humiliating, public, painful, scandalous things he wanted to do to her, increasing her torment to a level of which she didn't think he was capable. But the one thing he knew he had to start with was the hook.

He untied her and held for a few moments, letting her sob against him until she quieted down, her dark eyes finding his as the realization sunk into her muddled brain. He kissed her, over and over, wiping her face clean with a towel until she moan in gratitude.  When he was satisfied she was in a better mindset, he slid her collar around her throat, tightening it until it was just a tiny bit snug.  

"On all fours, baby.  I'll be right back." She complied immediately and smiled, for a moment believing he'd be back to fuck her aching pussy and let her cum all over his cock. That thought left her mind the moment a hook dropped onto the bed next to her.

"No!" she blurted out, practically without thinking, while at the same time unable to stop the rush of humiliating images of herself hooked in her brain.  He gripped a handful of her hair and tilted her face towards him.

"I'm not playing games with you. You have one choice now.  Either shut up and stay, or leave and we're done. I gave you the chance to take it back. You also have given me your ultimate trust and I take that more seriously than I think you realize. I'd never do anything that I didn't think you could handle. This is what's happening. Decide."

He released her hair and her head dropped swiftly.  He watched as her fingers dug into the bedspread and for a moment he thought she'd get up and go.  Instead, in the next minute, she nodded her head and, almost unnoticed, tilted her ass up a bit higher.

He went into action immediately, grabbing the thick lube and letting globs of it drop coolly onto her asshole.  His fingers worked it in as deeply as he could manage, probably using more than needed.  He coated the hook next, ensuring he did all he could to let it glide into her. 

"Breathe," he murmured, one hand resting on her lower back, caressing it gently as he pressed the rounded end to her entrance.  Slowly, so she could feel her ass be forced to take it in, he eased it into her, pausing as the widest part stretched her rim and she quivered at the rush of pain before the ball disappeared into her.  He slid a few more inches in and let it sit just like that, his fingers still slipping against her back, trying to soothe her.  He heard her crying softly and from the sound of it, it wasn't from pain. It was from the humiliation she always knew she'd feel but also from the fact that she was surprised that it felt somewhat natural inside her.

"That's my girl," he whispered, easing it back and forth inside her, fucking her upturned ass with the hook, his cock dripping watching as she started to push back to meet the gentle thrusts.  He grinned, almost startled at how quickly she adapted to it and took the opportunity to slide it as deep as it would go.  She grunted lightly, then louder when she heard him attach the rope end to her collar.

"What the fuck..." she spat out, her body jerking forward in protest.  She let out a squeal, realizing the tautness of the rope left her little room to move comfortably.  The collar pressed tightly into her throat and the hook dug deeper until she rocked her body back.

"You've figured it out. The more you move, the more you fuck yourself with the hook, the more you cut off your own air.  I suggest you try and stay still though I imagine it's going to be difficult."

The sound of the buzz made her shake and the first touch of it to her clit made her writhe, causing her to jerk forward again.  He watched as she struggled to right herself while her pussy ground against the tip of the toy.  He pulled it away just as she started to shake.  His hand gripped into her hair and held her still, shoving the vibrator tightly against her clit.

"Cum now, right the fuck now.  I'll hold you so you can have one good full orgasm without choking yourself but for the next several, you're on your own."

She screamed - in orgasm, in frustration, in anger, in humiliation, in gratitude. Her juices erupted in a rush all over the bedspread but he held the toy in place, rubbing it back and forth against her clit and lips.  Just as she started to come down, he pressed it hard against her clit again and released her hair.  She drove forward and back, riding the hook, grinding on the toy, the collar pressing hard to her throat and the next orgasm hit her harder.  He watched intently, ready to aid her if needed.

"Good girl, that's my good girl. Again. Don't stop, because I'm not nearly done with you tonight..."

I love how this one turned out. There are times when I see an image and the entire story unfolds so quickly that I can't keep up with my brain to write it coherently. I try and edit as much as I can before posting but sometimes, I miss things like shifting POV or grammatical errors. 
I don't incorporate ass hooks enough into my stories, I'm realizing.