Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Six

... control the reaction to his sensual tools.

As my breathing slowly returned to normal, Jerry again leaned down next to my ear. "That was your first test," he said.

Somehow, I knew my second wouldn't be passed as easily.

"I'm going to remove your restraints, and you will immediately turn over and get up on all fours. Grasp the headboard, and unless you want my punishment, you will not remove your hands.

I felt him get up off the bed, and for a minute, I lay waiting for my master.

I felt one leg restrain slip from my ankle, followed by the other. A moment later, my wrists were freed, and as he instructed, I immediately turned over, rose on all fours, and grasped the headboard. I felt the strap holding the gag ball loosen, and I let it fall to the bed from my mouth. His fingers untied the blindfold's black fabric, and I opened my eyes as it slipped off my face.

I looked over my shoulder and understood what was about to happen. Jerry had removed his clothes and was sitting on his haunches behind me. His erect, rock-hard cock pointed up from his loins. For the first time since I began my search for sexual satisfaction, a sense of fear came over me. He was going to assault me with his ultimate tool, a tool that I knew would send me clawing toward the pinnacle of ecstasy. His second test would be for me to endure his invasion without allowing my body to surrender to the one desire I crave most.

As he rose from his haunches, I turned my head and began ...

... staring at the headboard before my face. His hands touched my ass and then pushed, spreading my loins completely open. I felt the cock head touch me, and as he slipped it between my soaking wet lips, I felt the flesh of his foreskin peel back along his throbbing rock-hard cock shaft. Ever so slowly, he entered me, his cock touching every part of my quivering cunt.

"Do you like my big rock-hard cock, slut?" he asked.

"Oh yes, Master," I instantly answered.

He withdrew entirely, and my lips remained open in anticipation of his next plunge into my watery depths.

His second thrust was a little faster and more forceful; this time, his cock head pressed firmer against my cervix.

"Do you want to cum, cunt?" he asked.

"No, Master," I lied.

Jerry knew I was lying and started increasing the pace and force of his assault.

I felt his fingers dig into my flesh as he pummeled me from behind.

"You know you wanna cum, bitch," he remarked.

"No, Master," I answered again.

As he continued flailing my quivering cunt, I began feeling the numbness of an impending climax. How was I to control my body, control my senses, and not cum if he persisted with his assault?

At that very moment, I realized he wanted me to fail his test. His dominant fetish was to inflict pleasure first, but, more importantly, inflict pain once he caused me to fail. I surrendered to my lust for pleasure, unlocking the floodgates of ecstasy, and as my climax began, I screamed, "Master, I'm ...