13 Apr 2020

https://kala.bdsmlr.com/post/203079404

"Ah, you're so wet for me, darling. Keep quiet now, we're not far from our guests, in fact I can see your parents from here. You were so good earlier, taking your punishments so well and yes, you will be rewarded later.  How does it feel, though? Your ass turned such a delicious dark red from all of those instruments I used on you, does it hurt to feel my hard cock rubbing up against your cheeks and grinding the plug into your tight abused little asshole?" He pinched her clit, hard, holding it in a tight grip, waiting for her to respond.

It took her a moment, which is all he would allow, for her to reply, "Yes Sir!" she hissed out, barely above a whisper, not trusting she wouldn't cry out and draw attention. His fingers released her clit and she had to grip onto his arm to keep from losing her balance, the rush of blood returning to her engorged sore flesh.

Every part of her cunt and ass had been thoroughly abused before the party had started. By the time he'd finished, he'd left her in a state she'd not experienced in several months with him and she had almost begged him to cancel the party.  But his soothing afterwards, caring for her flesh and her mind not only calmed her down but instilled a sense of pride at being able to take everything he meted out.  

His fingernails scraped against her clit, causing her to gasp loudly.  His other hand pushed into the top of her dress and, latching onto a thick tender nipple, he shushed her, smirking at her growled response.

"I can't wait to take you again, baby. I know I've already filled your belly & your ass with cum but my dick already aches for more, needing to fuck your punished cunt until you scream yourself hoarse. Tell me, what were your 3 favorite moments from earlier? In detail now, then we can go back to the party."

His fingers slid into her dripping pussy, fingertips working in a slow tight circle against her g-spot, thumb lazily swiping across her clit as he continued to grind into the plug, reminding her of the rough fucking from earlier.

"When...ahh fuck," she gasped out, her hips jerking when his thumb pressed into her clit, her body writhing as she struggled not to cum, a tear dropping down her cheek when he relented and continued working that swollen spot, waiting for her answers.

"When you...made me hold myself open, and you used the paddle flogger on my pussy, made me beg for you to aim for my clit, Sir," she rushed out the words, his fingers returning to grip onto her clit and pull it hard.

"This clit was made for punishment. I think you'll be begging for it to be punished more often, girl," he murmured softly, squeezing it hard before releasing it, then smacking over it tightly.  His fingers slid back into her and resumed their previous actions, working slowly inside as he fucked the plug deeper into her ass. "Next?"

"My ass!" She cried out in a hoarse whisper, the plug churning inside her well used passage, the thick stem keeping her stretched open and rubbing painfully against her sore rectum. "You used that...strap right on my asshole, you made me hold open my cheeks and beg for it!"

"And you loved it, didn't you, slut.  Every one of the 15 that you begged for, you then thanked me and begged for another. I made each one harder, didn't I, got you nice and sore and swollen before I fucked it, right?" He grunted as he thrust up against her, groaning as his cock swelled in his pants, rubbing between her cheeks and grinding into her.

"Yes! Fuck, yes, I loved it, I needed it," she blurted out, biting her lip hard as his fingers withdrew.  He pushed them to her mouth and she took them in, gagging as three of them filled her mouth.  She sucked and licked them clean before he turned her around and kissed her hard.

"Now #3. I think I can guess but tell me," he whispered into her ear, his hands cupping her tits through her dress.

"There, those, my tits, Sir. You..." she whimpered lightly as her fingers tugged on both nipples at once. "That...fucking...cane. I can't believe you did that, today, of all days. I begged you to hurt my tits and you caned my tits and my nipples, and they hurt!" 

He tightened his grip, harshly squeezing them until her eyes watered, then tugged hard before releasing them. His hand slid up the back of her neck and pulled her into him for a deep, hard kiss. 

"You fucking reek of need, my sweet slut. Which one of our guests do you think will notice? Can't wait to see if anyone happens to mention anything to you.  When it happens, and you know it will given half the guest list, you're to only smile and nod, understood? Don't drink too much, I plan on spending a lot of time ensuring those three areas are attended to after the party. Who knows, maybe when you tell me who had the nerve to say anything, we'll invite them to stay and have a different party afterwards."

He turned her towards the room and smacked her ass hard, chuckling at the shocked look on her face at his words. His words that would no doubt, turn into a promise.

I laughed at one of the tags I put on this one: post-covid celebration. It was only April 2020, maybe when we though we'd be locked down for maybe 6-8 weeks? 
I had meant to revisit this one with a part 2; I may still.