u/lord_dalton

I kick the bedroom door open with enough force to make the hinges groan, a loud, violent announcement that you’re about to be violated in our bed. The duffel hits the floor like a dropped body. No warning. No mercy. I rip the covers off of you, and as you turn, the overhead light comes on. You lay there in a t-shirt, nothing underneath, and your eternity collar. I grab you by your collar, bringing you face-to-face with me. I whispered, “Ready to play, whore.” You lock eyes with me and reply, “Do your worst, sir.”
I grab your ankle and pull you to the end of the bed, wrapping thick black rope around each one of your ankles. Three loops on each side are cinched so tight the rope bites deep into pale skin and leaves immediate marks. I wrench your legs up and back, folding them toward your ass, then haul the loose ends to the headboard posts and yank until your knees splay obscenely wide, heels kissing the backs of your thighs. The rope groans under tension, your muscles quiver from the stretch, and your cunt is forced open and dripping already. The rope cuts in, holding you frog-tied and exposed like fresh meat. I flip you face-down and shove your face into the pillow hard for a heartbeat, then yank you by your arms behind your back. Forearm cuffs slammed on, elbows crushed together until your shoulders pop with strain, chained brutally short. I insert something cold and metal into your ass. “Click,” I snap on a short chain from the anal hook to your eternity collar. Every head movement now chokes you and pulls the anal hook up your ass. You’re completely immobilized, arched, presented, and helpless. I cut the t-shirt from your body, the knife is cold against your body as it moves down the shirt.

With a glance, I see your pussy is swollen, slick, and betraying you. I slide two fingers down your pussy lips until my four fingers cover your little cunt, two quick snaps of my wrist delivers two sharp slaps to your cunt. I smile watching you wince as I now land a series of slaps, each more powerful than the one before it. With each blow, your cunt got wetter. When I slid two fingers deep into your cunt without warning, your needy cunt squeezed my fingers so tightly that she is aching to be used and abused. You jerk and whimper when I remove my fingers from that needy cunt. A fast, sharp open-palm slap cracks across the left cheek that snaps your head sideways, leaves a blooming handprint, and your head spinning. “Shut your fucking mouth. On second thought, I know a better use for that fucking mouth of yours." I unzip, and my thick and throbbing cock springs out of my jeans, your eyes are drawn to it. I know you love sucking my cock, but tonight is about using you. I grab you by your hair, yank your head back until your neck strains painfully, and then ram my cock down your throat in one brutal plunge. Your gag reflex convulses, and tears flood your eyes as I hold you there. I pull back just enough for a ragged gasp, then deliver a stinging backhand slap across your right cheek before shoving my cock back down your throat. “Choke on it, you fucking whore. Earn your right to breathe again.” This continues over and over till your face is a mess of tears and spit.

My pace quickens, fast and hard. Each time I slam my cock down your throat, I fuck your face like I’m trying to break your jaw. I punish your throat, fucking it fast, drool cascades down your neck, over your collar, and down to your tits. When you thrash, I slap your left tit with a heavy open palm that makes the flesh jiggle and sting. Then a closed-fist tap to your jaw to refocus your glassy eyes on me. I pull out my cock and only give to seconds to breathe before I shove you onto your back, as you fall back, the rope bites, pulling you in to a uncomfortable position. You try and look at me, and as you do, the anal hook is pulled further up your ass. I watch you fight with yourself; there's a war going on in your brain. The hook hurts, but it also feels good. I slap your pussy hard, your wetness sprays all over. You love it when I abuse you like tonight. I rub my cock on your soft pussy lips, teasing you. You start to beg, but I shut that down real quick. I slap your clit with my cock.

Before you can take in everything going on, I slam into your cunt, burying every inch of my cock in one stroke that makes the bed shudder, and your body lurch against the ropes. You scream as I begin to pound you mercilessly, with deep, brutal thrusts slamming your cervix. Ropes creak. I grab your collar, yank your head up until your neck cranes painfully, and snarl against your ear. “Eyes on me, fuck-meat. You don’t get to hide.” Your eyes snap open wide, panicked and needy. You try to speak. I wrap one hand around your throat above the collar and squeeze until your voice dies in a wheeze. I choke you hard, so your vision narrows, and your face begins purpling while I keep fucking. Your pussy clamps down on me desperately when I pull out and slap your swollen clit, each time I smack your cunt harder than the last to your pussy lips, making your juices splatter. I slap both tits again, leaving dark red handprints, then latch onto a nipple and bite until you shriek. I drive back inside into your wet cunt, harder, deeper, your face twists at the force I use. Your pussy flutters wildly. I wrap both hands around your throat, fingers digging into the sides, and choke you. I pound deeper and deeper into your very soul.
Your vision tunnels. I slap your left cheek mid-choke and then backhand the right. “Say it. Say you’re my bound, choking, slapped-up cum-rag.” You force the words out around wheezing sobs. “I’m… your bound… choking… slapped-up cum-rag…” “Louder.” “I’M YOUR BOUND, CHOKING, SLAPPED-UP CUM RAG!" I grin savagely. Slap your face hard enough to make your ears ring, then choke you harder, cutting off air until spots explode behind your eyes. “You don’t cum until I flood this hole. You cum when I allow it.” I fuck faster and far more savage then before, it’s punishing. My balls slap loudly as my cock batters your cervix. Your body shakes violently in the ropes, sweat and tears streaming. My pace is even faster, my cock keeps getting harder, and my hands around your throat squeeze tighter. I slam in so hard it sends ripples up your spine and unload. Thick ropes flood you, pulse after violent pulse, overflowing and running down your ass. I keep thrusting through it, forcing every drop deeper while I choke you one final time, holding until your eyes roll and your body goes limp for a heartbeat. When I pull out, cum gushes from your wrecked hole. I scoop a thick glob and shove it into your mouth, forcing you to taste while I smear the rest across your slapped, tear-streaked, purple-marked face. I stand over you, roped, collared, spread, leaking, and covered in handprints on your face, tits, throat, ass, and pussy. I lean down, grab your jaw hard enough to bruise, deliver one last light slap to your cheek, and spit in your face. “Don’t even dream of getting free. Stay exactly like this. I’ll be back when these balls refill and use that tight little ass." Then I walk out. Door wide. Lights on. You are helpless, displayed, utterly claimed, and already throbbing for the next time.