At first there was total darkness...
Then she felt him lower her onto the cool table. It was so hard under her back that she knew this wouldn't be comfortable. Annie didn't want comfort and though he was easy with her moments ago, she knew things were about to change greatly. She remained perfectly still for him, for her Master, able to hear the chains above her head jingle some as he prepared them. He then took her left arm just under the wrist and stretched it out to where he could cuff it to the chains he had set up to restrain her tightly. Her breath quickened and heart pounded, that arm being stretched to the point it ached a little. Next he repeated the action with her right one, extending that arm out far enough to hurt, attaching it so there was no way she could escape. Not that she ever wanted to. He didn't say anything, was mostly quiet when starting, as he made his way to restrain her feet together. He slipped her heels off first, his hands oddly so gentle then. Her legs weren't being forced to be spread too far this time, though Annie really did enjoy any pain he caused her, intentional or not.
To think moments ago she was arriving home from a long day's work to the enormous two-story apartment they bought in Manhattan three years back. Her muscles were already sore from having to go up the stairs because the elevator was out. Thirteen floors. She had been beyond stressed, run ragged by her boss over the next big city project coming up. Annie was the assistant to one of the most important architects in the world. Most women would have been expecting some wine, easy music, a hot bath and maybe a loving foot rub from their husband. Annie wanted to feel cold, numb, lost and afraid. She wanted to be used by her Master, hurt even and then used some more. Her body now was nothing more than his plaything and a desperate, spent vessel for him to get off with. As soon as he had opened the door to greet her with a smile, he saw that look in her eye and she fell into his arms. He was so tall and wide she could get lost in his hug. Neither had said anything as he lifted her up to carry her to their special room. The place where they could enact their darkest desires.
She grew anxious as he left her for a moment, shaking from her aching muscles, alone on the cool table. Left with just her own building lust, her pussy always growing so wet at the thought of him and what he was going to do to her. Then she felt it strike hard down onto her left nipple, sending sharp pangs through her breast, her tit as he would call it. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gave a sad cry of pleasure, the hard end of that black leather riding crop striking down fast again on the same nipple, getting a loud reaction from her. She writhed for him like some slut ready to be fucked, moaning loud. A small smile formed on her crimson lips, feeling that riding crop caress over them, stimulating them before he took it away to strike her right nipple harder than he had her left. Annie yelped for him, her body tensing up as her back arched some. Her pussy was so wet for him now, contracting hard as he took that pale purple blouse she had a few of and ripped it open to expose her lacy white bra, her big tits barely held by it. He quickly fondled her tits like some attacker, a sexy sigh escaping him. She cried out in shock, then pleasure as he continued to really grope them fiendishly before ripping her bra apart at the middle, exposing her swollen, hurt nipples, both very red from the impact of his strikes.
“You fucking slut...” His voice sounded so hateful as he took a tight hold of her throat, the tip of the riding crop caressing her sore nipples, one then the other.
He took it away from her tender, aroused flesh, then released her throat. Annie gave a pathetic sigh needing to feel more. Suddenly her Master struck her across her face with an open hand, quick and precise, holding back as he always did. He could easily knock her head off if he wanted she thought. The rush of adrenaline added to her building pleasure, the sting he caused was so sweet to her, hot and intense but quickly fading. Her mind was so focused on it, enjoying it while it lasted, that she at first didn't even notice him reaching up under her brown skirt. She was jerked down with enough force to pull her arms painfully, his grip hard on her panties as he tug them to her upper thighs, where they belonged on a slut like her. She shuddered as he slid his large, strong hands up them, under her skirt, one finger easily finding her clit. His other hand took a harsh hold of her thigh, not really parting her legs as he began to play with her, use her to get her off. She already couldn't bear it and was hit with waves of intense pleasure, so ready for him, ready to cum and cum as he commanded. Annie moaned like some slut who had been fucked too hard and put away wet, as he would sometimes say.
“Nick!” She couldn't help but call out his name, her voice cracking as he toyed with her, taking her quickly to the edge as he always had, determined to get her to squirt all over herself, to make a mess of her like she deserved.
Annie gave into her mind-blowing lust, the pleasure too great, her Master not edging and teasing her this time but savagely sending her into an incredible climax. Her pussy, his pussy at the moment, gave way and she was gushing in no time. She felt that insane build of pressure, the fast, hot and wet release, her body expelling the desires he drew up in her. Annie squirted hard then too, wetting down her thighs, his hands and the metal table below her. Nick wasn't letting up at first, prolonging her orgasm as he worked her clit so fast and hard, knowing exactly how to use her to get her to cum the way he wanted. Annie was temporarily out of it, just moaning and muttering something in a far-off voice he couldn't fully understand, so spent then as he slowed his efforts, just lightly teasing her clit after. Her heart was racing, her breathing hard, her legs actually shaking as she tried to focus her mind. He removed his hands from her, pushing her legs together, her inner thighs so warm and wet. The result of her climax evident, even under her bare legs. Annie bit her bottom lip as she felt him on her tits again, taking each one to squeeze deeply, then there was a quick, loving kiss on her lips before he was gone again.
Usually this would be when he'd remove the blindfold and get her to suck his massive cock, or fuck her with it, but she was taken by surprise when she felt him undoing the cuff around one wrist then the other. She said nothing as she drew her hands close to her bare chest, just waiting for what was to come next, still unable to see anything. Her anxiousness was so intoxicating to her, her sudden fear exhilarating, especially when he unleashed her ankles and quickly used them to flip her first onto her side, then her stomach. There was no warning and she had to quickly use her arms to try her best to protect her face and head. Then her Master yanked her downward, half off the table so she was bent over it for him to fuck. Her feet settled on his bigger feet, feeling the leather of his work boots. She felt him rest that thing on her ass, ten inches long and so thick, never a comfortable fit but if it had been she wouldn't have enjoyed being railed by it so much. This was a nice surprise, taking her by surprise, which was allowed at times. For a brief moment she thought of the times she'd stand on his feet while they slow danced, her Master a foot taller than her. She settled her heels down on the top of each foot and without a word he drew his hips back, placing the large tip of his cock at her very wet opening. Her bare tits were now slick after being pulled through the mess she had left on the table.