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Sep 10 2015

The Fucking Machine.

 

He knew her fear and hatred of feeling abandoned.

They had been in the midst of a beautiful, drawing even closer to each other, conversation when an important matter came up at work and he suddenly had to leave her. No “Good bye…must go.” Just gone. Four days later he reappears…

He sits close to her on the couch. His arms wrapped around her. His eyes deep into her trying their best to express the sincere apology he’d been muttering. His stare into her soul intense. She receives his apology in her heart loving the deep sincerity in his eyes. But when he finally called saying he was on his way, she quickly set up the fucking machine downstairs. The battle between the dom and lover inside her raged.

His pulse quickens and his cock hardens knowing by the look in her eyes he is forgiven but senses even as he is finally kissing her that this loving scene was not going to continue. There is a deep down and knowing there would be payment for this. Payment for his treatment of her over the past few days; for his hurt of her. He kisses and makes jokes even as he feels against his body the rising of her fire. Her body responds as his mouth roams over her, savoring her taste and warmth but he knows her mind is working, her urges rising. His kissing on her continues, daring not to look up, knowing the evening and into the night was ahead of them. There’s a fluttering within as his submissive side starts to rise; the alpha already fading with the desperateness of his charade. Her hands pull his face up to see into her eyes. Their intensity confirming what he already knows. She had silently and completely called his bluff. The strength of her strolls mentally into his mind and takes her place.

Her dominance now fully engaged. He is there, safe, sound and with her again. That knowledge stoked the fire in her soul. She wrapped her hand around his throat and peered into his eyes. He could barely hear her voice, but the unmistakable pain of abandonment from him was evident in its tenor.

“You left me…alone… in the midst of us… you left me.” Her hand pressed harder against his throat.

“Me, lying with your arms wrapped around me. Then realizing you’re gone. The coldness of you being gone. No word. Four days!” She paused, collecting the rising pain and capping it.

“You disrespected me. You disrespected us and all we’ve shared and are building together.” He nodded his head in agreement. She pressed her hand a bit harder against his Adam’s apple, “Go get your cock harness, collar and the leash and bring them to me. Now.”

She watched as he quietly put the harness around his balls and cock. There was a small trembling in his hands as he worked. She knew his emotions were going to war with him. His mind racing. But she could see his cock already dripping. How she loved the slut in him. He handed her the collar and she wrapped the thick black leather around his strong neck. The sound of it locking in place made her wet. She fights the urge to throw him down on his back and sit on his face. That would bring him too much pleasure. And pleasure was not what she wanted him feeling at the moment.

She snaps the leash around the cock harness and leads him down stairs to the spanking bench and machine that had been prepared. As they approach the bench he can hear the whirling gears of the fucking machine. His eyes catch the sight of the 8″ dildo she had attached. A magnum condom covered it’s length. He, now dragging a bit behind her and she turning and looking at him sternly.

“Don’t fuck with me David.” She pulls him over to the bench. “You know what to do. Now mount that bench and get into position while I lube up my treat for you.” There was a smile on her face. It was a ‘thin lipped’ one that sent chills down his spine…but still a smile. It comforted him enough to move onto the bench.

His heartbeat begins to pick up speed as he crawls onto the padded bench and lets his legs dangle over the edge. Right inline for the fucking machine. He wonders how far she will go with his punishment; how deep she’ll take him down that road. He runs through his mind how many times she held him tenderly, surrendered himself to her loving arms and lust. How many times she told him to never forget how much she loved and respected him no matter what transpired between them. To always hold on to that. He knew this night he was going to need that.

Once in place she slaps his ass and begins to rub the cold lube around his anus. No warm up for him tonight. His stomach tightens and some worry starts to fill his heart. He whispers to himself, “She loves me, she loves me.” and closes his eyes. There is a tugging on his ankles as she wraps a rope around them and secures him to the D rings on the foot of the bench. After his ankles she moves to his arms. Same thing. Secured In place. Bound. Unable to move.

She unclips the leash from the cock harness and moves it to the collar. Then back again behind him and eases the dildo into his tight hole. Despite his worry, his cock is hanging down hard and his ass opens up for penetration. Slut. My slut. She thinks to herself.

She flips the switch and the dildo starts a gentle in and out of his hole. Four days. She mumbles to herself as she picks up the cane she had placed on a nearby table. She walks along side him, touching his exposed skin. Running her free hand over his ass cheeks and thighs. She lays the cane over one of his cheeks to get her position. Then strikes without warning leaving a red welt behind as the dildo continues to penetrate his hole. A warm rush starts to build inside her chest. A yelp comes from his mouth.

“Four days David.” She says as she moves to his other cheek. Another positioning, another strike. Then his thighs until four well placed welts have been left.

Satisfied she walks back around in front holding the remote in her hand. He looks up with a bit of a plea in his eyes. She grabs his leash in her other hand and walks back six steps to a well placed chair facing him. She sits and drapes her left leg over the arm of the chair opening up her robe and exposing the pussy he graciously aroused for her upstairs. He drops his head with a moan.

“Slut! You will look at me.” With the tug of the leash his head is pulled forward. He watches as her hand moves over her breasts and slowly down her stomach then easing her fingers around her labia and the swollen cunt he was servicing just 20 mins before. As he watches, his cock hardens, restricted in the harness and he sees her thumb moving over the controls of the remote. Her body leans back into the chair and the pleasure of her touch as she pushes the button to increase the thrusting of the dildo.

He moans from the invasion and his hunger to have what is only a few feet away. She’s no longer looking at him. He can feel the rhythm of the machine increase again. He can feel the bristling of his male ego fighting against the invasion of his ass and soul. He knows at the end, when the light of day breaks and he needs to ready himself for work that she’ll have laid out for him the box of ‘Tucks” to soothe his flaming hole and a sanitary pad to slip in between his ass and briefs as he goes through the day to catch any leaking residue from the ‘all night’ penetration. He knows he’ll have to take cell phone pics of himself from the men’s room stall showing her his condition. The slightly bloodied pad, him sitting on the toilet, those tight cheeks, his red face and his struggle with it all. The wrestling of his tortured thoughts. His loving the way she uses the word ‘Tush’ to remind him of her care for him as she gently teases.

They’ve been down this road before when he absently gets wrapped up in work and losses track of time and her. She’ll show up at his office around lunch to check on him and lightly graze and pat his tush in front of his employees bringing a blush of embarrassment to his cheeks. Both of them. He knows he’ll finally resign himself, letting go of his masculine pride and choose to see this as a showing of his strength, of his passion and commitment to her. Only her. The physical abuse and violations of his anus and his pride in taking it. That he will not be crushed, broken but eventually renewed as he finds a strength he didn’t know was there.

He watches as she looses herself in pleasure without him. Another plunge of the dildo sends an ache through his canal. Yet he feels his cock still hardening at the sensation. Feels it dripping with want of her. His mouth already dry. The feeling of abandonment starting to take it’s effect on his spirit. His chest tightens with the coldness of her attention.

“Please look at me.” He whispers as the machine runs, slowing penetrating his tight and ‘taught a lesson’ asshole.

She doesn’t  answer. It will be a long night…..

SurrenderDD8037

Detroit Douglas

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2 comments

  1. casey

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    1. vicvista

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      ~ Vista

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