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.

“Didn't your mother warn you about what happened to sluts like you?” He sounded so serious that she quaked a little at the sound of his low, sexy voice. “Not only do you get fucked by so many guys... you never can get enough of it... of being fucked like this...”

A sharp cry escaped her as he pushed in quick, tugging her head back by her hair, then slowing his cock to just let it slide in deep. It was still a shock to her at first but then felt so good. He was so thick, maybe too thick for her, but Annie loved both the pain and greater pleasure he always caused her. Her legs trembled and her body tightened up all over, his cock pushing in as far as it could go before he slowly started to stroke that thing through her. She was a wicked slut, one of those kind of girls who let men do all sorts of things to her. Let them fuck her so good that she always wanted more. These thoughts haunted her, creating great shame, which only egged on her lust, having been one who fed off shame and pain for most her adult life. In reality she had only ever been with three guys. One, her longtime boyfriend in high school. The other, her longtime boyfriend in college. Then there was Nick, her longtime husband and Master, and the only man she had ever allowed to dominate and shame her. Having always been such a good girl, missing out on so much in life, afraid of what all the men wanted from her, of what they would do with her, so she couldn't help but develop the kinks she had.

“Yeah, that's definitely a pussy that's been fucked often...” Her tight walls clenched around him hard as he slowly fucked her in long, deep strokes. “You were made to be fucked...”

Her Master was fucking her so slow, taking his time, enjoying every stroke. This only frustrated her who needed to be pounded into nothingness. He could easily tell by her soft whines and breathy whimpers that she wanted it more rough, needed nothing more then than to be fucked to the point of thoughtless ecstasy. He picked up his speed with it, striking that thick cock in harder and even deeper. Annie was really giving in to her most basic nature then, crying out loud and long as he held her head back tight in his strong grip, loving every sharp jab of his cock as it hit so hard and so deep. The wonderful, quick strikes caused her some pain that was suddenly turning into a maddening pressure, one that would soon give way into the best kind of internal bliss. The kind of climax sluts like her so loved and so deserved. What was the point of being fucked if you couldn't reach the best kind of orgasm? What was the point of his huge cock if he couldn't hurt you a little before taking your body to that lovely edge only it could?

Right then she only wanted to be used and fucked hard and made a sloppy mess by him, to get off violently and also get him off. She was always warned they just wanted her pussy for their own selfish desires. They wanted to fuck her, nut in her, like they did with all the other girls who were this kind of girls. Here she was, bent over a table in the remnants of her last orgasm, her big tits exposed and nipples so aroused. Her pussy so wet and alive, easily accepting the brutal assault of his huge cock as he railed her good, fast and deep. She was able to take a cock that big so easily, one of those easy girls, those sluts who she was constantly told to never be. Annie was enjoying it all, enjoying nothing more than to be fucked, used and gotten off with. She was cumming so hard and fast then, her pussy practically milking him as he continued to pound away in her. His own lust was so savage now, Annie always bringing that side of him out where he would lose control. Her Master cared about nothing more then, just to get off in her, the sweet, maddening build of pressure rising up in his cock getting so close. She was nothing better than something to just bust in. Someone to be filled with his seed and left a messy wreck of a woman. She felt herself cum again so quickly, as sluts always do.

A small smile appeared on her face as she felt his hand tighten the grip he had on her hair. Then there was that tell in his voice, as he fucked her in a wild frenzy, that little gasp he always gave right before he was about to cum that only made her feel some sort of small victory over him. Her Master then rammed to a hard stop, pushing in so deep as he usually did, his slut just letting him nut in her like she deserved. Her smile widened as her last orgasm started to die down, her Master blowing such a massive load, filling her so much with his potent, lively seed. She always thought it was adorable how he tried not to cry out when he busted, this time unable to really help it as she had pushed him past the point of control without even having to utter a word. They both had just known each other so well and he was a good Master to be able to tell when to ease up or when to go hard and even be violent with her. As his orgasm settled, matching her dying one, he untied the blindfold from around her head. The darkness had helped provide that extra focus on her own sensations she so needed then, that lovely pain and incredible pleasure he caused her. She could barely focus her eyes, giving a quick cry as he pulled that thing out. Her Master then stepped away from her and she nearly fell to her knees, trying her best to hold onto the table.

He said nothing as he tossed a rag at her, it landing on her exposed tits, something for her to clean herself up with like all sluts had to after being used that way. She couldn't hide her big smile at that last touch, looking up to see his back as he made his way out of the room. Annie was sitting now on the floor, aching some but more lost in the stupor of her powerful climaxes. He wasn't done yet. She knew once she cleaned up her shame and made her way downstairs, he'd either have some wine, a bath or movie waiting for her. Something like that. As she heard some pans clanking around from far away, she realized tonight it would be a nice dinner. Her Master had always treated her to something romantic and sweet once finished with her. The aftercare was so normal it brought her back to reality, which she needed to continue to work and live her regular life where he was Nick and she was a good girl, the kind of girl her parents always wanted her to be. It wasn't until nighttime when all that would change. Where she was nothing more than his slut to fuck...