Inside The Mind Of Emma - Sex Stories

Inside The Mind Of Emma

... talking about a celebration of some kind.

He smiled again, this time a sweet smile, and said, "Hey Emma, are you coming to my party tonight? It's at my house."

I felt the tingling again, and the throbbing between my legs was distracting. I gave a half smile and said, "Of course. I can't wait. " My roommate shot me a look. It made me think she could tell what I was thinking. I looked down and made an excuse to leave.

When I arrived at his house that evening, I was full of tension. My adrenaline was higher than I'd ever known. I knocked on his door and held my breath. I didn't want to be there, but I couldn't keep myself away. I needed him.

He answered the door, and the cruel smile had returned to his face. My stomach twisted, and I stepped inside. I noticed immediately that there was not a party. At least one that I could see or hear. I took a quick breath, so I didn't pass out.

Before I had time to think about what I could do, the full force of his hand across my face dropped me to the floor. I gasped, and in an instant, he was on top of me. I was terrified, but the pulsing inside me felt irresistible.

He pulled my head up by my hair and whispered, "Are you ready to be a good little bitch? I know you want to please your Master."

I whimpered, and nodded. He smiled again. He was showing his excitement through his pants.

He pulled me up and led me down three enormous hallways. To a room that made my heart skip a few beats.

In the middle of the room ...

... was a stockade. The walls were lined with tools for torture. He put me in front of the stockade and put his hand in my pants. He pulled me against him, and shoved his fingers inside my pussy.

I groaned, and he went faster, until I thought I'd orgasm all over his hand. But he could tell, and he pulled them out.

"Now it's Masters turn to have fun." He said, "Then, if you do well, maybe I'll let you cum. Now take off your clothes and get in this." I eagerly stripped as quickly as I could, and leaned over into the stockade. He locked it in place, and a chill ran through my body.

He pulled my legs apart hard, and strapped them to the base of the stockade. My whole body was shaking as he ran his hands across me. He pulled my head up roughly, shoved my shirt in my mouth, and then quickly wrapped tape around it.

I couldn't breathe right, and when I tried to scream, it came out a little whimper. His cruel smile scared me now. He went behind me so I couldn't see him, and my whole body shook. But the heat between my legs wouldn't stop.

I felt his hands on my hips. Then in the next breath, I felt an intense, and gut wrenching pain, as he thrust his cock deep into my ass. I screamed, but with the gag, it was useless. It was barely whimpering. I went cross eyed, as he rammed inside me, harder and harder.

My head was spinning, and I could feel the tears running down my face. But his fingers wiggling inside me were making me dripping wet. Every time I was on the verge of ...