Amara looked up at her master as he approached, her eyes wide in fear and anticipation. She knew what was coming next; it always did when she disobeyed him. He stood before her, towering over his petite slave girl who trembled beneath his gaze. Amara’s heart raced as she waited for his next command.
“You’ve been very naughty, Amara,” he said softly, his voice laced with menace. The chastity belt around her waist held tight against her body, keeping her achingly sensitive pussy locked away from any form of pleasure. It served its purpose well; ensuring that she remained pure for him alone.
Her nipples hardened under his gaze, pressing against the thin material of her top. Amara bit her lower lip, trying to suppress a moan as she felt his presence fill the room. He was the only one allowed to touch her intimate parts now that she belonged entirely to him.
“Time for you to learn your lesson,” he continued, his voice dropping even lower. He reached down and grasped the thick leather strap attached to the chastity belt. With one swift movement, he pulled it taut, yanking Amara off her feet and sending her crashing onto her back on the cold stone floor.
The impact forced a gasp out of her, but she dared not make another sound. Her master held her there, his grip firm yet gentle enough not to bruise. His eyes bore into hers, daring her to meet his gaze. Suddenly, he released her wrists and stepped back. Amara lay there panting, unsure of what would happen next. She watched in horror as he produced a length of rope from a nearby table. In moments, he had bound her ankles together, leaving her helpless on the ground.
Then came the butt plug – cool metal against her warm skin. Amara’s face flushed red as he lubed it up and inserted it slowly inside her ass. The feeling of fullness combined with the coldness of the metal sent shivers down her spine. He turned to leave the room, leaving Amara alone with her thoughts and the vibrating butt plug filling her anal passage.
As Amara lay bound and exposed, her master returned. He stood before her, his cock already hard. Slowly, he removed his pants, revealing his thick member. Without warning, he pushed into her wet pussy, filling her up to the brim. Amara let out a muffled scream as she felt the intrusion, her body struggling against the restraints. He began to thrust roughly, his hips slapping against her ass cheeks. Each time he pulled out, he would slap her ass, encouraging her to take more of his cock. Soon, sweat dripped from their bodies as they moved together in a rhythmic dance of pleasure and pain. After several minutes, he pulled out and aimed his throbbing shaft towards her face. “Suck me clean,” he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. Amara opened her mouth wide and took him deep into her throat, tasting both her own juices and his.
He groaned loudly, unable to hold back any longer. With one powerful motion, he emptied his load into her mouth, filling it with salty cum. She swallowed every drop greedily, her tongue lapping up any residue left on his shaft. When he was finally spent, he released her from her bonds and helped her to her feet. As she stumbled over to him, still feeling the aftershocks of their encounter, he reached down and grabbed the handle of the butt plug. With a single tug, it came free from her anal passage, leaving her sore but satisfied.
With a small smile playing at the corners of her lips, Amara leaned into her master’s embrace, knowing that she had just experienced one of the most intense sexual encounters of her life. And yet, despite the pain and humiliation she had endured, she couldn’t help but crave more…