Being Owned

For Yankee.

I Lie in Your bed. Tied up. Helpless. Breasts bound tightly. Nipples and clit clamped. Wet. You are standing in front of me. Hard. Spreading Your pre-cum over the head of Your cock.

I look into Your face. See Your eyes focus on me. I shiver as I realise, yet again, the leashed power in You. Wishing You would take me. Be inside me.

But You're not in a hurry. Your eyes trained on me. A small smile plays on Your face. Your hand is slowly pumping Your cock. Your eyes holding mine captive, just as my body is held captive by the ropes on my wrists and ankles.
"My beautiful slut." Your voice a whisper. Arousal making it sound gravely.
"Whose slut are you?"
"I am Your slut, Sir..." I groan.
"Whose sloppy wet pussy is this?"
I can almost not answer. Your voice and words touching deep inside me. I feel moisture running down my asscheeks.

"I asked you a question!" The force in Your tone brings my thoughts back to the present.
"It is Your sloppy wet pussy, Sir!" As I groan out these words, You push two fingers inside my pussy. Removing Your fingers almost immediately You spread the wetness on Your fingers over my lips.
"Lick!" You growl.
I obey. Tasting my own wetness. Savouring the taste that You draw from my body.
I am mesmerised as You move Your fingers to Your mouth. Your tongue licking the evicence of my lust for You.
The look in Your eyes push me deeper into this state of arousal. Of submission. Possession...Power is Yours. I am Yours. Not in some theoretical, romantic way. No! My body is Your possession. To use or not. When, where, how, how much...even who. These are not things that I have control over anymore. These are decisions You make, based on Your vision of me as Your possession. I have slowly given You the power to do that. And tonight I can see it in Your eyes. A forceful but welcome reminder: I am Owned. Yours.

You move over me.
"Worship Your Masters' cock, slut." You command, pushing Your hard cock into my mouth. I immediately start sucking but You are impatient. You push Your engorged cock deep into my mouth. Deep... I start to gag. You pinch my nose and command harshly: "Swallow it, my slut. Don't you dare gag! Swallow My cock."
Opening my mouth and throat even more I manage to work past the gag reflex. You are now fucking my face. Your body setting the pace. Your hand in my hair. Manipulating my head. My mouth simply the vessel You use for Your pleasure. The recepticle for Your cum.
I love that You use my body. That I can give You pleasure. I need that, crave that. Being the object of Your pleasure.

"Listen to me, my slut." You grind out while still pumping into my gaping mouth.
"You will swallow every last drop. Do You understand?"
I cannot answer but I know You expect a reaction. I look up into Your eyes. I know You see that I understand and will obey Your will. As You pull out of my throat, I feel Your precious seed spill into my mouth. I am honoured to swallow everything.

Your eyes leave mine and focus on my cleanly shaven pussy. My clamped clit exposed, begging for Your attention. Your hand tugs at the clamp, pulling it off. Pain shoots through my whole body as blood rushes to the deprived area. I feel the control over my responses becoming less and less. My reaction to Your possession, Your Dominance...primal.

My eyes closed, almost not breathing.
"Breathe..." You whisper into my ear. I follow Your direction without thought and feel wetness pouring out of my pussy. The pain replaced by an indescribable need for You. My body begging You to take me further...