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“Ugh!” Your body jolts forward, but is immediately stopped by the black leather restraints holding you in place. You can’t see the color at the moment because your eyes and face are covered with a gimp mask, which alone is making your needy pussy weep with need. Imagining how you look right now fills you, and the flush through your cheeks isn’t embarrassment, its humiliation.

The leather presses against your skin, straps holding you down tighter than your own thoughts can manage. Every inch of you is exposed, and you can’t shift away from it, there is no hiding, no shielding, no escape. I’m watching you, all of you. The gag pries your mouth open, reminding you that even silence isn’t yours anymore. Instead, you’re drooling, with no way to stop the spit leaving your mouth. Your breath rasps louder in your own ears under the mask, furiously fast.

You can’t speak. You can’t move. Your body is a collection of points of restraint around the leather covered spanking bench: your wrists caught, your back bent, your legs spread. The metal weight inside you is a constant reminder of that buttplug filling you, reminding you that your ass is being prepped to be used later, and you’re excited for it. The helplessness and desperation rushes through you like heat, like shame, like need.

You’re trapped and yet—safe. I put you here, I’m the one who locked you down, slowly and deliberately. I know your mind is spinning with thoughts of: does he see how much you’re trembling? Does he know how badly you want him to push you further?

Anticipation swallows you whole. You ache with it and an absolute need built up from edging over days. Your body feels strung tight, like you exist only for whatever I choose next. You’ve attempted to beg through the gag: use me, take me, make me yours.

There’s tension in your thighs, along with the raw ache of being bent open for me to sample with my mouth and cock. Your mouth is useful only as an hot tight channel to be used by me whenever I want, forced wide by the ring, drool already sliding down your chin where you can’t wipe it away. Humiliation curls hot in your chest, twisting into arousal. You can’t hide how much your body wants this, especially since its dripping down the bench, and you know you’ll be cleaning that up with your tongue later.

The metal plug is a steady, relentless pressure inside you. Every tiny shift makes you aware of it. You clench around it without meaning to, and we both know you want more and fear more at the same time. You’ve been edging to those videos of gorgeous pornstars being roughly assfucked, bent over and tied down just the same as you, and you WANT it, even as your anxiety ebbs and flows about being used like an anal fucktoy.

You hear me moving behind you. The air is charged. Your skin prickles, and you don’t know when the next spank will land, and that makes every second stretch unbearably long. You’re caught between dread and craving, trembling with the need to feel that sharp sting, that proof that you’re mine to use.

You fantasize about the sound of flesh on flesh, and feeling the heat blooming across your ass. I know you’re picturing the way it will throb, with the plug adjusting with each strike.  

You moan around the gag, raw and desperate.

You’re nothing but an open body, waiting for me. And it’s exactly where you want to be.

The first crack lands before you’re ready. The sound is sharp, louder than you expect, and then the heat blooms where my hand strikes. Your whole body jolts against the restraints, but nothing gives. You’re caught, pinned, forced to absorb it. The gag turns your cry into a garbled moan, spilling out of you without control.

The sting lingers, spreads, and just as it edges into something you can handle, the next blow comes. Harder. Lower. The jolt of pain drives a pulse through you, straight to where you’re already stretched and filled. You whimper into the mask, shuddering, your thighs straining against the leather that keeps them apart.

The rhythm builds—strike, pause, strike. Each one leaves your skin hotter, your body weaker. You can’t twist away; you can’t shield yourself. All you can do is feel it, take it, surrender to it. Every impact forces the deliciously large plug to shift, sending sharp waves of pressure deep inside you. The two sensations collide, with a sting and fullness, pain and ache—until you can’t tell them apart anymore. You love the pain of the spanking, and you’re craving being buttfucked like my anal princess.

Drool continues to slip from the corner of your mouth. I’m watching your ass reddening, your body trembling, your pussy’s need pooling. The thought makes you clench down, a reflex you can’t control, and it makes you moan again. So needy!

The strikes come faster now, each one layering over the last, until your skin burns with a steady heat. The sting has turned into a throbbing ache that radiates with every beat of your pulse. Your body is nothing but nerve endings, helpless to do anything but feel.

You know how obscene you must look—bound, gagged, leaking, marked. The shame of it sears through you, but shame doesn’t stop the way your body begs for more. It only sharpens it.

Each smack jolts the plug deeper, grinding against your most sensitive places until you can’t tell where the pain ends and the arousal begins. Your thighs tremble against the leather, useless in their bonds. You clench and release, clench and release, but you can’t get what you’re aching for. The frustration builds until it’s unbearable, every nerve screaming for release.

You imagine yourself breaking apart here, moaning shamelessly, soaking the bench, giving me every last shred of dignity you had. The thought terrifies you, humiliates you, excites you so much you can hardly breathe.

Then I stop. Just stop.

The silence roars louder than the slaps ever did. Your body is quivering, skin aflame, heart racing, breath ragged through the ring gag. You’re strung tight, every muscle begging for more, every nerve pleading for what I’m holding back. You whimper into the mask, a desperate, muffled plea for me to continue, to let you finish, to push you over the edge you’re dangling on.

But nothing comes.

I leave you there—plugged, gagged, strapped down, and aching so badly it feels like you might come just from the emptiness, just from the denial. Your body throbs with need, humiliation coursing through you in waves, and all you can do is surrender to it.

You are mine—helpless, denied, undone, and ready to be assfucked like a dirty, humiliated whore.

Every second without me inside your ass is torture. Your body is alive, too alive, every nerve lit and waiting, begging for my cock to press against your prepared and lubed asshole, as instructed. There’s nowhere to go. No escape forward, no retreat backward. You’re suspended in a place where the need has nowhere to land.

The plug shifts when you twitch, stretching you, pressing against places that make your breath hitch. You moan into the gag, raw, desperate, a plea that sounds nothing like words but feels like everything inside you spilling out.

I know exactly what you’re asking for, and I’m denying you anyway.

The humiliation burns. You want to hide, to bury your face, to close your legs, to cover yourself.

And still you wait. Every breath is a reminder that you are nothing but need, nothing but surrender, nothing but mine. The thought circles in your head, relentless, insistent, until it’s the only truth you can hold onto:

I belong to him. I’ll stay here as long as he wants. I’ll ache until he allows me to break.

The waiting is the punishment. You’re held on the edge, trembling, dripping, undone, and I’m the one who decides if you’ll ever come back down.

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I'm Lukas, I'm 28M, and I'm very involved in the BDSM/kink lifestyle. I love it, I find it fascinating, and I'm always up to learn and improve my understanding/skill. I have been in kink since I was probably 20, and probably before that. I was really lucky that a fellow university student who was in sex work took the time to work with me to teach me about submission and dominance, and the skills needed for actually employing the tools of the trade like toys and impact implements.

I was involved in a few Dom/sub relationships, some girlfriend/boyfriend, and some FWB. I was even lucky enough to be involved with a fellow Domme and our sex life often included a submissive. I have always been fascinated by anal sex, which I love giving, as well as cuckqueaning, female chastity, and more. I love anal especially, from the mentality of it, to feeling the tightness and heat of a woman's ass around my cock.

I am an absolute lover of anal, and anal related activities. I include it in my regular sexual activities and also when I am in BDSM mode. I love using my anal toys on my partner, from plugs to vibrators. There is something about bringing an anal novice who doesn’t enjoy it to be trained as an anal slut who moans when they are pounded and fucked in the ass, that I love.

I also enjoy exploring new and different kinks and ideas. I’ve been exploring humiliation and degradation paired with praise as well. Such as calling my partner a ‘Good Girl” as well as praising her as my dirty anal whore. That mix I find really hot, as well as exploring humiliation with partners who really crave it to push them into subspace.

Female Chastity and Female Orgasm Denial has been a fairly recent kink I’ve been exploring in the scheme of things, but I have fallen in love with the needy, desperate looks partners get after being locked in, edged & teased, and denied the pleasure they think they deserve.

Kinks:

Anal, anal toys, face fucking, deepthroat, humiliation, dirty talking, pet and slut names, bondage, collars, leashes, plugs, training, female chastity belts female orgasm denial, clit slapping, rough sex, spanking, soft cruelty, patronizing, mints to make you drool, gags, lingerie, outfits, corsets, and more. 

Lukas