She opened the door with a glint in her eye, dressed in only a black silk robe knotted dangerously loosely and a pair of stay-up lace top stockings.

‘Wanna play a game?’

She took his hand and led him downstairs to the bedroom, where she immediately sank down onto her knees into the plush cream carpet. She looked up at him, her huge eyes pleading for what she had been waiting for all day.

His lip curled into a smug smile. He was ready now, but he knew she wanted to beg. He slowly peeled off his t-shirt. Unbuckled his belt. She wanted him to move faster but she had put him in control and he knew exactly what to do with it to drive her wild. He slowly pulled down his jeans, and she could see the hard outline of his dick through his grey boxers.

‘You want this?’ he asked.

She nodded, biting her lip. Her robe had loosened and he could see the outline of her brown skin, the deep line of the cleavage and her dark eyes looking soulfully up at him.

‘Please,’ she whispered.

He pulled out his dick and watched as she licked her lips prettily, hungrily. He brushed the tip of it against her parted mouth, and she let out a sigh of satisfaction, relishing the memory of the last time he had owned her body. She loved the feeling of submitting to his needs, being his plaything. She squirmed with anticipation. She loved the wait, and he knew it.

He guided the tip into her mouth slowly, softly. She tasted the drop of pre-cum, and her huge eyes grew even bigger with anticipation.

He thrust forward slowly, holding the back of her head so she could take more of his member in her mouth and she obediently relaxed her mouth as he increased the tempo, faster and harder until he was fucking her face.

He was close but wanted to own her completely, to mark her as his. He withdrew, and she caught her breath, gulping lungfuls of air. He reached into the box by her bedside and pulled out cuffs for each of her wrists. He pulled her standing, and pushed her down onto the bed, securing her down, a hand at each corner. She pulled, testing to see that the straps held. They did, tightly.

He looked down at her wondering how he should use her next.

‘How do you want to fuck me, sir?’ she asked in a small voice that she only used in the game. He loved to hear it. They hadn’t been seeing each other for a long time. Just a few weeks. She was his oldest friend’s little sister, and they had hooked up drunkenly at a house party. They had both been surprised at their chemistry and when she suggested hanging out again, he couldn’t refuse. It was pretty quickly he learnt that she loved to submit, and he had grown into the role of her owner and master shortly after. He loved thinking of ways to use her, and she loved being used by him. It worked.

She squirmed on the bed in anticipation, curious to see what his next move would be.

He crawled up the bed to her, kissing her thigh, waist, breast and then finally her mouth. She couldn’t raise her head to meet him but tried anyway. It was sweet. He slid his hand down her body until his finger reached her soaking pussy. He stroked it, inserting two fingers into the silky wetness watching her smile and close her eyes as she lost herself in the sensation.

His other hand slid up her belly, encircling her neck. This was new. She opened her eyes and looked at him quizzically.

‘Sir?’

‘Trust me, whore.’

The second the word left his lips he felt her pussy clench around his fingers. He’d learned early on that names drove her wild. She grinned excitedly and moaned as he started his onslaught.

He beckoned the two fingers inside of her into a curve, stroking and thrusting into her, while slowly, carefully gripping her throat, listening to her breath sounds as they became thinner.

Her eyes glazed over in a sheen of happiness at the combination of sensations, and then she heard what she’d been dying to hear:

‘That’s it my little slut. See how you can’t resist me? How I can make you feel? This pussy is mine. I own it. You’re my fucking whore, and you do exactly as I say. You cum for me, and me only.’

She nodded furiously, gasping for air, getting wetter and wetter and feeling closer and closer to cumming, hard.  

‘Say it,’ he growled.

She whimpered: ‘I’m your whore, your plaything. It’s only been three weeks since we met and you have me thinking and doing whatever you want, I only want to please you. I’m your slut, use me! Oh god, please use me! Fuck me, I need you so much, PLEASE!’

He smiled, expertly fingering her and listening to her as she gasped the tumble of words through restricted breaths. HE adjusted the pressure on her throat.

‘Please sir, please let me cum, I want to cum for you,’ she begged.

‘No. Only after me. You’re my whore, my slut and your only job is to service me. That’s all you’re good for,’ he responded sharply and she gasped, waved of pleasure building in her belly as she tried to keep from cumming as her master had commanded.

She was close. Tied down to the bed, under her master’s total command. But then he pulled his hand away, leaving her empty. His other hand was still at her throat but the high she had been on dipped as she felt him move into position above her. She writhed in anticipation, ready to take him, to please him, to be fully his.

He thrust into her suddenly and deeply and she moaned out in pleasure.

‘Like that, slut? Do you like being used? Just a warm wet cunt for my pleasure?’

She just moaned in response.

He used a long slow stroke, all the while his hand was still around her neck. She felt she might pass out from the bliss of it all.

‘Fuck, oh my god. You feel so good. I love it. I love when you’re inside me. I love being your whore, your slut, your plaything. Use me, please. Treat me how you want to, I don’t care just please fuck me!’ she half-moaned half-whispered in a fit of pure pleasure.

‘Oh, I’m just getting started,’ he grinned. ‘I’m going to make you mine. You won’t be able to think straight when I’m through with you. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll forget your name. You’ll think you were only ever called ‘whore’. I’m going to own your body. You’ll stay cuffed to the bed all night, covered in my cum and loving it. I’ll wake you up whenever I want to use you, whatever hole I want. Your pussy, your mouth, your ass they are all mine to do what I want with. You filthy slut, you cock-hungry whore. You’re mine.’

His words set her nerves on fire. She had had a crush on him since she was a kid, her brother’s best friend, and never thought anything like this could happen, or that he could have unleashed her inner slut so precisely, tapping into her most base desires. He physically satisfied her the way no one had ever done before, and made her do and say things she’d never dreamed of. Her orgasm was building, as was his.

‘I’m close, sir. Please, please. Let me cum.’

‘Wait. Me first.’ He pounded into her harder and harder, building up speed. She moaned and groaned under him, and as he felt the pressure build he pulled out, spraying his hot white load over her face, tits and stomach. She felt some land near her mouth so she licked her lips to taste him as he replaced his cock with his fingers once again and she came, finally. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body and she breathed heavily enjoying the sensations. She was extra sensitive after an orgasm, so he removed his hand and stroked her as she came down from her high. Her hands still tied to the bed, her shoulders finally relaxed and she opened her eyes and looked at him.

‘Thank you,’ she said, shyly.

‘Did you enjoy that game, whore?’

‘Very much,’ she replied.

‘Well, I wasn’t lying. You’ll stay tied up all night. I’m not done with you.’

She sighed satisfied while he went to get them some snacks. She imagined the night ahead and smiled.