Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Six

... inside. I swallow once, then again, not wanting to lose a single drop.

His orgasm slowed, and as his cock oozed the final few drops, he said, "You love the taste of my hot cum load, don't you slut."

I wanted to respond, but I was still dealing with the incredible amount of cum he'd pumped into my mouth.

He withdrew his cock and slapped it against the spot where his hand had cracked me earlier, leaving a wet mark on my cheek.

He removed his death grip on my hair as I tried my best to slurp every drop from inside my mouth. His cum tasted incredible, and as his submissive cum slut, I didn't want to waste a single droplet.

I lowered my head and waited for my master to speak.

"On your feet, cunt," he said, knowing that his use of the word upset me.

As I stood before him, he roughly squeezed my leather-covered tits, then said, "I'm gonna take you to my dungeon and continue your training."

Jerry led me to his bedroom, or dungeon as he called it, and once inside, he said. "I'm going to untie your hands, but don't you dare move a muscle."

I answered, "I understand, Master."

It felt good to move my arms again once he'd removed the belt that held them tightly for so long.

"Stand perfectly still," he commended.

"Yes, Master," I answered.

Jerry moved away for a moment; then, I felt his presence again behind me. His arms moved over my shoulders, and a thin strap slipped across one naked shoulder.

"Open your mouth," he instructed.

My lips ...

... opened wide, and he pressed a hard ball between them; as he clasped the straps behind my head, he said, "This will ensure that you don't speak a word."

The gag ball he'd applied wasn't uncomfortable, but it took a few moments for my lips, teeth, and jaw to become accustomed to being held open.

"Come with me," he said as he gripped my wrist tightly.

I followed his lead to the side of the bed, where he instructed, "Lie down in the middle."

I sat down, then moved to what I hoped was the middle and waited for his next command.

He didn't speak; instead, he grasped one wrist and stretched my arm up and out from my shoulder. I felt soft leather circle my wrist, and a moment later, my arm stretched even further out. I heard him walking around the foot of the bed, and he applied the same constraint to my other arm.

He was binding me to his bed, and my excitement built when I realized I couldn't move at all. My mind raced with the thoughts of what he might be planning for me. His strong hand grasped one ankle, and within a minute, my legs were pulled as taut as my arms.

I heard him move away from the bed, then the sound of a zipper opening. I shuddered, thinking the zipper was his pants, but Jerry returned to sit on the edge of the bed.

"This is my pleasure tool," Jerry said as he ran the tip of it along the inside of my thigh over my loins and stomach, finally lifting it from my skin after circling my breasts once.

"And this is my punishment tool," he said as he ...