I pulled out, letting my cum-slick dick slide free from her throat, a wet, sucking sound echoing in the intimate space. She remained kneeling, gasping for breath, trembling violently from the overwhelming, throat-shattering climax I'd just forced upon her. I reached down, my hands moving with predatory intent to the ties of her blouse and corset. With a decisive, tearing rip, the flimsy fabric gave way, exposing her broad, toned shoulders and the generous, heaving swell of her breasts. I unlaced the corset with brutal efficiency, letting it fall away, shedding her last pretense of modesty, revealing the powerful, labor-hardened body beneath.
Beneath the rough fabric, her form was a testament to years of tireless, relentless work. Her breasts, though heavy, were firm, with dark, engorged nipples that seemed to throb with latent, savage desire, practically begging for my mouth. My gaze traveled lower, over the powerful curve of her abdomen, the subtle lines of muscle hinting at incredible core strength, a woman built for endless use. Her thighs were thick and toned, leading down to strong calves, and her ass—a masterpiece of hard-earned muscle, round and high, its curves tight and inviting, a mountain of flesh begging to be conquered. This was truly a muscle mommy, every inch of her body a promise of resilience and untapped, savage passion.
I laid her down on the bed, gently, yet with an undeniable air of absolute command, her body yielding to my touch. Reaching for the tools she had so eagerly provided, I selected two glistening leather cuffs. With one, I bound her left wrist to her left ankle, pulling her leg up and back, exposing her. With the second, I mirrored the action on her right side, binding her right wrist to her right ankle. She was now folded in a "mating press" position, her torso slightly raised, her legs stretched wide, and her pussy fully exposed, glistening, and dripping, a perfect target. The sight of her, vulnerable and perfectly presented, a living sacrifice to my desires, sent a jolt of raw, unadulterated power through me.
I picked up the riding crop. The leather felt smooth and heavy in my hand, a promise of exquisite pain and blinding pleasure. I let the tip brush lightly against her inner thigh, making her body instinctively tense, a shiver running through her. "Tell me, Gretchen," I purred, my voice a low rumble, filled with dark anticipation, "What did you desire? What secret kink did you hide in that strong, defiant body?"
Her breath hitched, her eyes closing briefly, a soft moan escaping her lips. "To be bound like this, Master," she gasped, her voice raw, laced with profound vulnerability and desperate surrender. "To be used by a man... without stopping. Even if I pleaded... for him not to stop... he would not. To have no control... over my own body. For him to use me... however he deemed fit." The words poured out, a torrent of suppressed, shameful yearning, laid bare for me, for my ultimate gratification.
I nodded, absorbing her confession, the sweet taste of her complete subjugation. "And your husband," I asked, brushing the crop across her inner thigh again, this time with a faint snap that made her flinch, a sudden, sharp jolt. "Did he fulfill these desires?"
A bitter laugh, tinged with deep pain, escaped her. "No, Master. He never listened to my pleas. Whenever he wanted to try it... his dick would go limp. I had to continue with soft sex... always. He just... couldn't." The admission was a profound humiliation, but also a raw justification for her deepest needs, a confirmation of her Deprived Desire.
My gaze drifted to her pussy, which, despite its obvious wetness, was covered in a thick, dark bush of hair. I ran the tip of the crop over the dense thatch, making her squirm. Then, with a sudden, sharp jerk, I snapped the crop across her clitoris, sending a brutal jolt through her. "Hnnnngh! "
"How am I going to use this pussy, Gretchen?" I demanded, my voice sharp, contemptuous. "It's full of hair. Don't you trim it, slut? Do you expect me to work through a jungle?"
Her face flushed crimson with shame, tears welling in her eyes. "S-sorry, Master," she stammered, her voice cracking. "I... I will keep it clean from now on."
I continued to whip her pussy and clit, the rapid, light snaps of the crop making the engorged clitoris twitch and stand even more prominently, a beacon for my torment. "Whap! Whap! Whap! " Each strike sent shivers through her, her body arching involuntarily, a low "Mmmph! " escaping as pleasure warred exquisitely with the sting.
"For whom will you clean it up, Gretchen?" I pressed, my voice low and demanding, asserting my absolute ownership.
"For you, my Master!" she cried out, her voice breaking, her hips instinctively bucking against the cuffs, begging for release, for more. "Please... for today, only use the pussy as it is! "
A slow, predatory smile curved my lips. This was a good start, a taste of her absolute submission. I moved the crop away from her pussy, letting it rest on her white, toned hips. Then, with a sharp, stinging crack, I brought the crop down hard. "SMACK! "
"You slut!" I snarled, whipping her hip again, harder. "WHACK! " "You want me to use your hairy pussy? You think you can dictate to me?" I continued to spank her firm, round buttocks, the sound of leather on flesh echoing in the room, a rhythmic testament to my power. "SLAP! SLAP! WHAP! " Each blow drew a choked "Aaaah! " or a desperate "Ungh! " from her, her body twisting in a delicious agony.
"Sorry, Master! Sorry!" she cried, her body convulsing, her buttocks rapidly reddening under my relentless assault.
I removed the cuffs, giving her bound limbs a short respite, a brief taste of freedom before deeper enslavement. Then, with a firm hand, I maneuvered her into a dogeza position, pushing her head down, her butt high in the air, a perfect target. I pulled her hands around her ankles, binding them together again. Her head was pressed to the bed, her toned hips now in full, glorious, defenseless sight, stark white save for the angry red welts blooming on her buttocks from my whip.
My gaze drifted to her asshole. Less hairy than her pussy, but still noticeable. I slipped the tip of the whip between her buttocks, rubbing it against her asshole, making it clench. Her anus began to flicker, contracting instinctively. "You're hairy here also, Gretchen," I murmured, the crop teasing her sensitive rim, a promise of violation. "But it's less compared to your pussy." With a sharp flick, I whipped her asshole. "SNAP! "
She tried to straighten her back, to pull away, but the cuffs held her fast. "I'm sorry, Master!" she sobbed, her voice muffled by the bed. "I will keep myself clean from now on!"
I whipped her multiple times on her asshole, the strikes rapid and precise. "WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! " Her buttocks bounced with each blow, her asshole rapidly swelling and turning a deep, angry red. A low, guttural moan "Ohhh! " rumbled from her chest, a mix of agony and arousal as her body twitched. The bed beneath her was now soaked, not just from her pussy juices, but also from the fresh discharge of her intense, overwhelming arousal.
"You slut!" I barked, my voice laced with dominant contempt, "You feel with your asshole too! You crave it!"
She choked on a sob, her humiliation complete. "Yes, Master! I am a slut who feels with my asshole!" she cried, her voice trembling, broken.
"Good," I grunted, satisfied. "Condom."
She immediately pointed, her voice still strained, "In the drawer... by the bedside, Master."
I retrieved a condom from the drawer. As I rolled it onto my raging dick, I noted its incredible tightness. A fleeting thought crossed my mind—it might break when I climax. But a wave of absolute confidence washed over me. The moment she felt my dick inside her, she would give herself completely, begging for my semen, condom or no condom. It was no concern.
I used my Magic Synthesis to cast a low-level Cleanse spell, a simple, easily accessible enchantment I'd created. A faint shimmer of light passed over her now-reddened asshole. Her butt twitched, and she gasped. "Master... my asshole feels weird..." she mumbled, a strange sensation of internal cleanliness and tingling, a new vulnerability.
I positioned my glans near her now-flickering, clean asshole. Her head was still pressed down, but she instinctively tensed, her body resisting. "Master, please!" she cried, her voice rising in a desperate plea, a last, futile struggle. "It will tear apart! I haven't been penetrated there!" The desperation in her voice, the thought of her unbreeched asshole, only excited me more, fueled my predatory hunger.
I spread her buttocks wide with my hands, my fingers catching a few stray hairs near the rim. With a savage jerk, I plucked them out by force. "AARGGHHH! 🔊" she screamed, her body bucking violently, a fresh gush of pussy juice spilling onto the bed, soaking the sheets. Her body convulsed and shook, but the cuffs held her fast, keeping her in the degrading position.
"Master, please!" she sobbed again, tears streaming down her face, recognizing my absolute authority. She was truly mine now, from the moment I clamped the collar on her neck, her body and soul my property, her every orifice begging for my use.
I bent closer to her back, my lips almost touching her ear, my voice a dark, intimate growl. "What is your fantasy, Gretchen? You wanted to be used, didn't you? Broken without mercy?" I began to push my glans against her tight, trembling asshole. The condom, with its slight lubricant, made the initial sliding easier, but it was still incredibly tight, a perfect, exquisite seal. I eased the tip in, inch by agonizing inch, feeling the incredibly resistant sphincter, her muscles clenching in a desperate attempt to reject me, a futile struggle against my invading power.
I pulled out for a moment, a fleeting fear that the asshole might tear. No, not yet. I needed to open her properly, to prepare her for total penetration, to claim her completely.
Seeing her asshole quiver and beckon, a promise of forbidden depths, I leaned in, blowing a soft, warm breath directly onto its puckered opening. A profound shudder visibly ran down her spine, a full-body tremor that spoke volumes of her raw vulnerability.
"Please, Master, spare my asshole," she pleaded, her voice muffled, thick with fear and a desperate, aching longing, trying to hold onto her last bastion of control. "It is not a hole for penetration."
That forbidden plea ignited a dark surge of desire within me, a feral grin splitting my face. I wanted to tease her, to push her boundaries, to utterly shatter her preconceived notions of pleasure and submission. I began to massage her ass cheeks, kneading the firm, toned muscle. They were surprisingly soft and elastic under my hands, my fingers sinking into the yielding flesh, exploring the deep valley between them. She started to moan lightly, a soft, involuntary sound that betrayed her rapidly burgeoning arousal. "Mmmnh... "
After building the exquisite tension, I pushed a single finger into her asshole, slipping past the fiercely tight sphincter. I began to scratch the inner walls, gently at first, then with more insistent, tantalizing strokes, exploring her hidden depths.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Her moan exploded, growing stronger, deeper, resonating from her core as I continued to scratch and probe the sensitive internal walls of her anus. "Ohhh... AH! " With each thrust of my finger, her pussy, already a gushing fountain, released more cum, wetting the bed beneath her in expanding dark patches, a testament to her overflowing arousal. "Squish! Squish! "
I pulled my finger out, slick and glistening with her juices. Then, I brought my mouth closer to her asshole, my breath hot against her skin. I began to suck lightly on the opening, my lips and tongue creating a gentle vacuum, teasing, promising. "Slurp! " After a tantalizing moment, I pressed my tongue against her asshole licking around it , wetting it and then pushed it inside. "Flllthwip! 🔊"
The sensation of my tongue deep inside her asshole for the very first time made Gretchen's hips buck violently, her waist shaking uncontrollably. It was a raw, instinctive reaction to the unfamiliar, glorious invasion, a primal dance of surrender, her body betraying her last defense, yielding to new pleasures.
"It felt good, right, little slut?" I whispered against her flushed skin, my voice a knowing, seductive murmur.
She couldn't reply, too consumed by the deluge of sensations, but her trembling hips and quickening breath were all the answer I needed. I took that as a resounding yes and began to move my tongue in and out of her asshole, a steady, rhythmic piston, stretching her, claiming her. "Slurp-thwip! Slurp-thwip!"
After some time, her asshole was completely wet, slick with her own potent arousal and my saliva, glistening obscenely in the dim light. Her wide hips started to shake uncontrollably, unable to hold still, twitching with every thrust of my tongue. She was pressing her mouth into the bed, trying desperately to stifle the loud, guttural moans that threatened to escape, but they burst forth anyway, louder, more primal, as I continued to devour her asshole. "OOOHHHHH! FFFFF-UUUH! "
"I don't want to come from my asshole!" she cried out, her voice ragged, raw with conflicting emotions, pleasure and terror warring within her. "I don't want to feel this! I am going to cum hard, Master! NNNGHHH! "
Hearing that, a feral grin stretched across my face. I sped up my licking, my tongue becoming a relentless piston, plunging deep into her core, forcing her over the edge, milking her dry. She started shaking violently, her entire body convulsing. "AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH! "
"I'm coming! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her scream was long, drawn-out, and filled with a horrifying agony that mingled exquisitely with pure, unadulterated ecstasy as she orgasmed, her asshole clenching around my tongue, trying to milk me, sucking her own climax from me, her body utterly breaking apart for my pleasure, a convulsive wave of pure, unadulterated release. "GGGRRRNNNNGGHH! "
I didn't stop. I continued to make her asshole as wet as humanly possible, pushing my tongue deeper, ensuring she felt and enjoyed every sensation of her violent anal climax. Her asshole was getting wider and wider in response, involuntarily stretching with each wave of pleasure. I thickened my tongue, allowing it to expand, further opening her for my dick. After licking and inserting my tongue for what seemed like an eternity, her asshole began to respond, clamping down on my tongue, shivering around it, begging for more, a true, undeniable welcome into her deepest core.
"Good, keep it up!" I slapped her firm, soft ass, the resounding "SMACK! 🔊" echoing in the room. Her movements became better, more receptive, her hips moving in an eager rhythm. Finally, I pulled my tongue out of her asshole. It was dripping with her essence, glistening and distended, now gaping and stretched open, a slick, inviting target, openly drooling for my dick, ready for me, begging for what came next.