Whore

Collared. Hands cuffed. Naked. Wearing slutty heels. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Back straight. Waiting.

“Come to me,” he says when he entered the room.
I stood up and walked over to where he was, careful not to look at him. He pulled and pinched my nipples. Clamped them. It hurt, but not as much as they normally do. He turned me around. I felt his hand on my back and felt something cold. Then I heard a clicking sound in front of me. Again, something cold on my back and a clipping sound in front. By the time I heard this for the fifth time I could not hold it anymore, I wanted to see. There were different clamps on my nipples. Clamps that could be weighted down with magnets. They did not hurt as much as the clover clamps, but I loved the look of it on my nipples, the way it stretched it, the feeling of heaviness.

In a way, this made me very horny. When five magnets were clipped on each nipple clamp, my Husband’s hand moved down. My legs were not spread yet and I was slapped on my pussy because of that. I am supposed to be ready for His touch whenever He desires to touch me. I spread my legs. He felt my wetness, pushed His fingers deep into me. His fingers danced on my clit, bringing me to a permitted orgasm. And another. And another. My horniness grew with each orgasm.

I leant forward and supported myself on the bed. Looking down I saw the clamps, swinging free, hurting my nipples with each movement, pulling my nipples down. I looked further down and saw my heels. The entire picture… the sexy high heels that made me feel so slutty, my nipples being stretched by the weight on them, His hand on my pussy… it made me feel flushed and very horny… needy… wanting. I arched my back, pushing my ass back, making more room for His hands.

“You’re such a slut, offering your ass to me the way you do,” He said and I moaned. I love it when He calls me His slut, His bitch.
His fingers were still on my clitoris. His other hand spread my buttocks, but avoided my hole. More orgasms followed. When at last He slipped a finger in my ass, I sighed.
“You are allowed to cum. You don’t have to ask for permission. Just tell me what you are,” He ordered.

I did.
He fingered my ass, my pussy.
I climaxed and said: “I am a whore.”
More fingering.
Another orgasm and I said: “I am a whore.”
Fingering. Orgasm. “I am a whore.”
Orgasm. “I am a whore.”
“I am a whore.”
The more I said it, the more I wanted.

I fell asleep with my hand in His, a smile on my face and a thought in my mind: I am HIS whore!

© Rebel’s Notes

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