slit.
She wetted her fingertips and brushed them over her nipples, making the already stiff tips diamond hard.
Do it, slut. Put the clamps on your tits for me.
In her mind, a dark shadowy figure appeared. It was his words, his deep and commanding voice she heard. Always before Emma shied away from obeying, but not tonight.
Get those tits nice and hard. Good girl.
She flushed at the praise, eyes closed, falling deeper into her fantasy. Now what?
Grab your left tit in your hand, and pick up the clamp with your right.
Emma did as instructed. In the darkest part of her desires, she was without choice, she must obey. The idea made her so hot she could barely function. God, what would it be like for a real man to treat her this way? For him to taunt, tease, and force her to take his cock?
She swallowed hard, and her pussy throbbed in response.
Put that clamp on.
She blew a cold air stream over the still moist nipple, and it hardened again.
Quickly, she opened the clamp, squeezed her nipple into it, and let go.
“Oh, fuck,” she yelled, back arching with the unexpected searing pain.
Don’t take it off, slut. Breathe through the pain. Pain is pleasure. Pleasure is pain.
She panted harshly, struggling to find the balance between the agony in her tit and the pleasure in her pussy.
Now do the other one.
Emma whimpered, but again, obeyed.
This time the clamp went on with the same amount of force and pressure, but seemed to hurt less.
Good girl. That’s a good slut. Look at you, lying there, nipples clamped, legs spread, cock resting at your cunt. Your greedy pussy wants it inside, doesn’t it?
Emma nodded.
She did want the dildo inside of her. But not the double one. No, with her nipples aching and burning, sending signals of lust straight to her clit, she wanted the big one.
It was time for the suction-cup cock.
Get up. Get that cock and go into the bathroom.
She rose unsteadily, wincing as the chain attached to her clamps swayed. Each step further imparted tingles of pain and pleasure.
Stepping into the bathroom again, she faced the mirror, eyes half-closed. She twisted on the tap and moistened the bottom of the dildo, then turned and attached it to the glass shower door. It sealed with a wet, sucking sound. She wiggled it up and down, but the thing was well and truly stuck to the door.
Turn around, bend over, and get that cock inside your greedy pussy.
The anonymous voice was strong, demanding. She could not ignore it. Emma felt glorious, wanton. This was what she wanted. Someone to strip away the exterior niceties, to throw courtesy and tenderness to the curb and treat her like she was worth nothing more than a hole.
Emma slowly pushed her pussy—no, her cunt—back onto the thick stalk of the fake cock.
Its latex skin was cold as she speared herself, and she gasped at the chill. Gritting her teeth, she skittered her feet wider, reached down, and pulled her pussy lips apart.
Show me you want that cock.
Emma sank backward, filling herself entirely with the dildo, groaning deeply as it bumped hard along her cervix.
She squeezed her muscles around the base of it.
Now fuck it, slut. Fuck that cock hard.
She moved forward, dropping her hands to her knees, moaning as her fingers brushed the nipple chains. With sharp motions, she slid up and down on the dildo, breath coming in harsh, dragging gasps.
“Oh God, fuck, fuck, damn.” Words tumbled from her with each upward stroke.
It felt fantastic and invasive. The latex cock dragged at her tender pussy, pulling on the skin with almost greedy need.
Harder. Pound that pussy.
She moved faster, hips jerking in a non-rhythm. Her pussy was alive with sensation. Each vein and bump and the cut head of the dick inside her seared into her skin.
Her juices lubed the dildo, making her movements easier and more grasping.
Do you want to come, slut?
“Yesssss,” she hissed.
You know you do. All sluts want to come. Fuck your clit.
Emma clenched and