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All Tied Up (Mf, rope bondage)

Inspired by a discussion with a fan who noted there aren't many high quality bondage stories on ASSTR. It also happens to be from the male perspective, unlike many of my other stories.

    "So are you ready to begin?" he asked as he moved towards her, rope in
    hand, carefully watching her reaction.  Taking half a step backwards,
    and her arms moved reflexively toward her chest, but she calmed
    herself and they fell back limply at her sides as he reached her.  He
    ran his hand along her neck, feeling her soft skin as he looked into
    her eyes.  She blinked slowly, relaxing as she enjoyed him caressing
    her neck.

    He could see she was still quite nervous, but that was natural given
    what he was about to do to her.  Signs of her being scared or
    uncomfortable was what he was watching for; nervousness would just add
    to her excitement.  Letting his gaze move downward, he watched his
    fingers run along her neck, then down across the front of her
    shoulder, tracing along the edge of her neck where her pale skin was
    already slightly flushed.  Pleased that she was already obviously
    somewhat aroused, he let his gaze move down to her cleavage, where the
    round curves of her tits escaped briefly from her thin shirt before
    converging and returning into hiding.  As he ran his hand lightly
    across the top of her tit, he could feel her trembling; he slipped the
    tip of a finger down under the edge of her top.  Let her wonder if he
    was about to fondle her, or pull her top down and let her tit pop out,
    he thought.  After teasing her for a few seconds, he removed his hand,
    and heard a soft gasp as he let it brush down across her chest as it
    returned to his side.

    Taking her hand, he moved behind her, straightening her arm along her
    back as he did so.  Taking her other arm, he pulled it back until both
    her arms were behind her.  Carefully, he closed his hand around both
    her wrists, holding them together.  He had her restrained now; in this
    position he could easily hold her arms behind her back even if she
    started struggling.  But she wasn't struggling, just waiting nervously
    to see what would come next, giving herself to him.  With her lovely
    body there in his control, he knew what would happen.  He was going to
    fuck her.  However he wanted.  He was getting hard now, as he imagined
    sliding up into her.  And the best part was knowing that she
    desperately wanted him to take her.

    Reaching around her waist, he pulled her body towards him, her wrists
    still pinned together behind her.  As he pressed her against him, her
    wrists pressed against his crotch, and he let her feel how aroused he
    was.  Leaning forward, he started lightly kissing her neck, listening
    to her gasp lightly as she leaned her head back onto his shoulder to
    give him better access to her.  Her back was arched from having her
    arms pinned behind her; as he kissed her neck he had a clear view of
    her tits pressing outward against her shirt.  Slowly, he started
    sliding his hand up her stomach underneath her shirt, then back down
    and lingering around her waist before sliding down and slipping under
    the edge of her jeans.  He didn't want her to know where his hand was
    going next, although he had already made up his mind.  He needed to
    get one of those tits in his hand, to feel the smooth naked skin, to
    dig his fingers into the firm flesh.  And he knew he would get what he
    wanted soon enough.

    Slowly now, he worked his hand up under her shirt, running his fingers
    along her ribs and feeling her chest move as she breathed.  Soon, his
    hand reached the bottom of her bra, and he ran his hand back and forth
    across her chest, tracing the edge of it.  As he pushed upwards, her
    soft flesh gave way as his fingers slid under her bra.  He could feel
    the pressure of the elastic pushing against the back of his fingers,
    and then the back of his hand, as his hand slowly devoured her tit.
    With his hand in place, he gave her a good squeeze, feeling his fingers
    sink into the soft flesh.

    He held her there for a while as he fondled her, then let one finger
    wander over and brush her nipple.  She squirmed and leaned forward,
    trying to get away, but with his hand still firmly wrapped around her
    wrists, she was going anywhere.  With her tit in his hand, he pushed
    her chest back towards him, and hooked his chin across her throat to
    hold her in place.  Good, he thought, the slut has sensitive nipples.
    Slowly now, he took one finger and circled once, then twice, around
    her nipple, feeling her squirm in his arms as he teased her.  When he
    was done, he pulled his hand out of her shirt and forced her down onto
    her knees.

    Forcing her forward, his free hand went for the rope, and he slowly
    started looping it around her wrists.  When he was done, he checked it
    more carefully than he needed to, admiring how the rope held her
    wrists together perfectly.  With a shove, he pushed her over on her
    side, leaving her lying there in front of him with her strawberry
    blonde hair hanging across her face, in front of her eyes.  He gazed
    into her eyes for a while, absorbing her helplessness, then reached
    forward and stroked her cheek, pushing her hair back from in front of
    her face.  She looked so vulnerable with her chest pushed forward and
    her arms pinned behind her; he knew he was going to enjoy fucking her.

    He let his gaze run along the curve of her hips as he imagined her
    beneath him.  Now that she couldn't resist, he thought, it was time to
    begin the process that would end with her pussy exposed and
    vulnerable.  His hands found the snap on her jeans, and he ran his
    fingers inside the band a bit before finally unsnapping them.

    Continuing, he grasped the zipper and tugged it downwards, expecting
    to reveal a thin white sliver of cotton.  Instead, he found a stretch
    of bare skin and a few curls of hair.  "You slut!" he laughed.  She
    looked up at him, unsure of what to do.  "I thought you'd like it."

    "It's just one less thing I have to take off before I fuck you," he
    smiled, as he ran his fingers through her hair, thinking about what he
    was going to do to her.  She blushed and tried to roll over on her
    stomach and hide herself as he made his intentions obvious, but he
    kept her on her side.  Reaching upwards, he slid her shirt up her
    chest until the bottom of her bra was peeking out, taking time to run
    his hand across her soft skin.

    Moving behind her again, put a loop of rope around her elbows, and
    slowly started pulling them together.  When they were almost touching,
    he ran a few more loops around them, then secured them in place.  The
    next loop of rope went across the back of her neck, around in front of
    her shoulders, then across her back, then returning back the way it
    came.  When he had the loose ends behind her neck again, he pulled the
    ropes behind her neck and back together and tied them in place, making
    sure her shoulders were pulled as far back as they could be.

    Her ankles were tied next, and pulled back towards her wrists; not to
    tight, though, since he intended to leave her like this for a while
    and watch her squirm.  As an evil thought entered his mind, he decided
    to add one last piece of rope.  Pulling her head back and forcing open
    her jaw, he ran a single strand up from behind her back, through her
    mouth, then back down behind her, gagging her and keeping her head
    pulled back.  When he was satisfied with how she was restrained, he
    took a few steps back to admire his work.

    With her head pulled back, the long curve of her neck was open to him,
    rocking back and forth as she tried to adjust to the rope in her
    mouth.  With her arms pinned tightly behind her, her chest was pushed
    forward as far as it could go.  Below the curve of her tits, her chest
    and stomach were stretched out as the rope around her ankles pulled
    her thighs backwards, and he watched her undone jeans inch slightly
    downward around her hips as she struggled.

    Kneeling in front of her, he admired her body, on display in front of
    him.  With her head pulled back, not only was she powerless to stop
    him, she was also completely unable to keep and eye on him and see
    what he was up to.  Grabbing the hem of her shirt, he tugged it
    upwards, watching as inch after inch of her stomach, and then her
    lower chest came into view.  When a teeny bit of the bottoms of her
    large tits was exposed, he stopped, and ran his hand down along her
    side.

    Slowly, he tugged the zipper on her jeans downward, then started
    peeling her jeans downward, feeling the backs of his fingers slide
    against her smooth skin, as he tugged her jeans downward until a half
    inch of the top of her bush was visible.  He remembered how she had
    told him she didn't shave.  "And don't even ask," she had said.  But
    curiosity, hormones, and submissiveness had evidently overcome her;
    as they discussed their plans for what he was going to do to her, she
    had volunteered to let him be the first to shave her.  Running his
    finger through her pussy hair, he watched her squirm a little as he
    thought about how he was going to strip it from her and mark her as
    his.

    She was bare now from the top of her bush to the bottom of her tits;
    perfect for what he had in mind for her next.  Moving his hand to her
    side, just below her ribs, he began tickling her.  Caught completely
    by surprise, she let out a quick "Oh, shit!" and started bucking and
    wiggling in a futile attempt to get away from him.  Watching her
    giggle and squirm, he intensified his efforts until she wiggled enough
    to make her shirt start riding up along her chest.

    His attention firmly on her chest, he continued tickling her as she
    begged for him to stop, watching her tits bounce and slowly slip out
    from under her shirt.  It wasn't long before she gave a good hard kick
    and they popped into view, her long, hard nipples keeping her shirt
    from sliding back down over them.

    As his attention turned from tickling her to her chest, he could hear
    her panting and struggling to catch her breath.  Running his hand
    upward, he cupped one of her exposed tits and gave it a squeeze.
    Sliding his fingers upward, he listened to her moan and he rolled her
    nipple between her thumb and forefinger.  Tugging on her nipple, he
    let her tit bounce a little, admiring how it moved.  She certainly did
    have nice tits.  Maybe he would fuck them.  He imagined himself
    thrusting between them, until he came all over her neck.  She was his;
    if that was how he wanted her, that was how he would have her.  So
    many good ways to use her, so little time.

    The fun he was having with her helpless body was causing his dick to
    strain uncomfortably against his pants.  It was time to do something
    about that, he thought.  Reaching behind her, he untied the ropes
    holding back her head and holding her wrists to her ankles.  As she
    stretched out again, ankles and arms still bound together, he pulled
    her forward and positioned her head by his crotch.

    As he fondled her tits with one hand, his other hand grasped her hair
    and pressed her face against himself, rubbing her cheek up and down
    along his erection, letting the rough fabric of his jeans slide along
    her soft skin.  Not so much because it felt good, though it did, but
    to emphasize to her how completely she was at mercy, and make it
    abundantly clear to her what she was about to be forced to do.

    Slowly, he let go of her tit and started undoing his pants; it wasn't
    long before he had his dick out, and could enjoy the feeling of her
    pressed directly against it.  After enjoying rubbing her face against
    his dick a few times, he let her take it into her mouth.

    Leaning back, he enjoyed the feeling of her warm, wet mouth
    surrounding his rock hard dick.  She had admitted she loved sucking
    cocks, so he just relaxed knowing she'd take care of him.  As he felt
    her forcing herself further and further down, taking him deeper and
    deeper into her throat, he realized she intended to an even better job
    than he had anticipated.  Was the extra enthusiasm because she was
    turned on by how he was treating her and no longer cared?  Or was she
    simply trying to impress him with her skills?

    As she kept sucking, he imagined how he would soon bury his dick deep
    in her pussy.  And then, of course, her ass, though he hadn't told her
    that yet.  The first time he took a girl, he enjoyed knowing he had
    used every hole she had.  It'd be fun, he thought, to throw her over
    the edge of the couch, pull her jeans down, and stuff her good.  But
    it would take too much time, and he was already so close ... he took
    her head in his hands, and prepared to let her enjoy the feeling of
    being held in place as he forced her to swallow.  Anticipating what
    was coming, she moved faster now, urging him onward until his grip
    tightened and he let loose inside her mouth.  Pulling her closer, he
    heard her choke slightly as he made sure she took at least a spurt or
    two deep in her throat.  As he pulled out, he could see her still
    swallowing and trying to clear her throat, but he saw a hint of a
    smile at the corner of her mouth.  Good.  She had enjoyed being used.

    "Not bad, bitch," he said to enhance her mood, as he pushed her off
    his lap.  She blinked and blushed slightly, as he stood and walked off
    to leave her stranded on the floor for a while.  The truth was, he was
    enjoying himself immensely, and couldn't wait to use her again.  But
    the pacing was better this way, he thought.  Being forced to lie
    in such a vulnerable position for a while, especially right after
    being used, would make her feel even more submissive.  She would think
    about what he had done to her, and wonder what he would do next.
    The more he cultivated her submissiveness, the more completely she
    would give herself to him.  When he was done with her, he wanted her
    telling him what a wonderful job he did, and begging him to use her
    again.  You didn't get to that point by stuffing her quickly.

    As he wandered the apartment, doing some minor chores and getting
    ready for what he had in mind next, he kept an eye on her lying in the
    center of the floor.  Every now and then, she moved her legs, trying
    to get into a more comfortable position.  But mostly, she waited.
    When she was facing away from him, with her head resting against the
    floor, he decided to confront her with another change of pace.

    Striding quickly towards her, he quickly and methodically untied her
    ankles.  Reaching up between her legs, he caught the front of her
    jeans in his hand and tugged, his fingers nestled against
    her bush as he inched her jeans down along her thighs.  As she
    squirmed, her ass wiggled in the air, and he caught his first glimpse
    of her pussy nestled between her thighs as her jeans moved down to her
    knees.  After a few good tugs on each cuff, her jeans came
    off easily; he put one hand on the inside of each of her knees and
    leaned his weight forward, forcing them open.

    She looked at him, then down at herself, then back at him.  She saw
    where he was looking; lying on her back her thighs were wide open,
    completely exposing her pussy to him.  Moving forward, he settled into
    position between her thighs, making it impossible for her to close her
    legs and cover herself.  Then slowly, he started running his hands up
    and down the insides of her thighs, letting his fingers slide along
    her smooth, sensitive skin.  Slowly teasing her, he moved forward,
    letting his hand slide upward until he could give her clit a quick
    flick with his thumb.  Watching her squirm helplessly, he gave it a
    few more flicks, then settled into massaging her sensitive little nub
    with his thumb.

    With her arms still pinned behind her, she couldn't really lie flat on
    her back.  She was forced to keep her weight off to one side or the
    other to avoid sitting on her wrists, and now as he toyed with her,
    she was forced to pivot from one side to the other, letting her hips
    swing obscenely in the air in front of him as she tried to get a break
    from the intense, direct stimulation he was giving her.  As he watched
    her tits bounce back and forth as she panted and flopped from side to
    side, he watched her carefully to see how close she was to cumming.
    When he thought she couldn't take much more, he suddenly stopped.

    "Don't stop!" she gasped as she gave him a wide eyed look.  Leaning
    forward, he started playing with her clit again, but slower this time.
    As he brought his head down toward her ear, his other hand moved up
    and started squeezing her tit.  "I'm not going to let you cum until
    I'm inside you," he whispered in her ear.  "And first, you're going to
    have to wait patiently while I shave you.  Are you going to be a good
    girl and cum real hard when I finally shove my dick deep inside you?"
    He could hear her panting, and knew she was close again.  He gave her
    nipple a good pinch, enough to break her concentration.  "Answer me!"

    "Yes," she panted.  "Whatever you want."

    "Good girl," he said, as he sat upright again.  Taking hold of her
    lower leg, he lifted it up and across in front of him as he straddled
    her other leg, using his leverage to twist her over on her side.
    Kneeling behind her, he proceeded to untie her arms.

    When he was done, he pushed her knee up towards her chest, and pulled
    her wrist down towards her ankle, positioning it along the inside of
    her leg so her arms would hold her thighs open for him.  Loops of rope
    quickly secured her first wrist to her ankle, and he rolled her over
    onto her back so he could do the same with her other wrist and ankle.
    When he was finished, he took a moment to admire her body, stretched
    out and spread open in front of him.  With her legs pulled up and
    apart, her pussy was held open, and he could see she was already quite
    wet.  Her arms, pulled forward, were holding her tits together; he
    leaned forward, his hips pressing against hers, and gripped one tit
    firmly, lifting it up as he slowly wound rope around the base.  When
    he was satisfied that it was tied tight, he pulled the rope upward and
    attached it to her knee, forcing her to have to hold her leg close to
    her chest to avoid pulling on her bound tit.  When he was satisfied,
    he repeated the procedure with her other tit.

    As he watched her squirm and try to get comfortable, he admired what
    he had done to her.  It would be a tough position or her to hold, but
    he was sure she'd last long enough for what he intended.

    Heading to the bathroom, he retrieved the tub of warm water, shaving
    cream, and razor.  Taking up his position between her legs, he soaked
    his hand in the water and started rubbing his hand through her bush,
    making sure it was nice and wet.  "How do you feel?" he asked her, as
    he started rubbing shaving cream into her pussy hair.

    He watched her pause as she thought for a moment.  "Helpless," she
    volunteered.  "Well," he chuckled, "that's to be expected.  What else?"

    "I can't believe I'm doing this."

    As he touched the razor to her skin, she glanced at him and their eyes
    met.  "Sure, you can," he chuckled, as he slid the razor along her
    skin, slowly peeling her hair away with short strokes.  "Weren't you
    telling me that you've always wanted someone to take you and use you
    like this?"  He saw her blush and nod as he pulled her labia taut, and
    stripped them of their thin hair.  "This is what happens to naughty
    little girls who have those kinds of fantasies."  As he talked, he
    continued working on her, exposing more and more of her soft skin
    until only a small rectangle of hair was left above her pussy.  "When
    they meet a guy who understands their fantasies, they end up stripped
    and tied and turned into helpless little sex toys."

    Working carefully now, he took the razor and removed a bit more hair,
    turning the rectangle into an 'H', marking her as his.  "There we go,"
    he said as he started playing with her clit again, "nice and shaved
    and ready to be fucked."

    He watched her squirm as he played with her.  He liked this position,
    but it wouldn't really work for fucking, especially not the long hard
    pounding he wanted to give her.  But that was ok.  He would enjoy
    putting her in a new position for his use.

    Detaching her wrists from her ankles, he tied them together and folded
    them upward between her tits, securing them in place on her chest with
    a rope that ran above her tits then under her arms and around her
    back.  Taking several loops of rope, he attached each ankle to her
    thigh.  When she was well secured, he detached her knees from the
    ropes around her tits.  He wanted to be sure that when she lost
    control of herself, he'd be able to feel her hips swivel as she bucked
    and squirmed and tried to kick her legs, impaled on the floor beneath
    him as he fucked her.

    He watched her watch powerlessly as he moved into position, rubbing the
    head of his hard dick up and down her slit, feeling her soft flesh
    sliding along the tip.  After a few strokes, he positioned himself at
    her entrance.  Slowly pushing forward, he felt her warm, silky wetness
    surround him.

    All his teasing had left her soaking wet, allowing him to easily slide
    deeper and deeper into her.  When he was deep as he could get, he let
    his weight rest on her hips as he rocked back and forth, enjoying the
    feeling of her tight cunt wrapped around the full length of his dick.
    Pulling back a few inches, he slammed back down into her, feeling her
    soft flesh slide along his shaft.  God, it felt good.  The thought of
    her spread open beneath him, watching helplessly as he enjoyed using
    her as his own private sex toy drove him crazy.  Pulling almost all
    the way out now, he gave her a few good long, hard strokes, enjoying
    her pussy wrapped around him, sliding up and down his dick as he
    fucked her hard and fast.  Putting his hands on her hips, he settled
    into a nice rhythm, relentlessly banging away at her, driving her down
    against the floor beneath her.

    As he fucked her, he let his eyes run across her exposed body.  Her
    nakedness turned him on almost as much as her tight little fuckhole
    wrapped around his hard dick.  He could see her tits on display, held
    tightly in place between her arms, with her erect nipples sticking up
    on top of them.  He had tied her like that because it was how he
    wanted her tits to look while he was fucking her; now he was getting
    his wish.  As his gaze wandered downward, past her slender waist,
    towards where her thighs opened up beneath him, he watched as his
    disappeared again and again inside her.  He liked how she was spread
    open, how he could see how her lips were being held open by the hard
    dick sliding between them, and how her hole was completely filled as
    he repeatedly penetrated her.

    As he kept fucking her, he could feel her squirm slightly, and heard a
    soft moan escape from her mouth.  Good.  He wanted her to enjoy being
    used like this.  He wanted to feel her cumming as he pounded away at
    her vulnerable little hole, to know beyond a doubt that being stripped,
    tied up, and fucked hard drove her crazy.

    Leaning forward, he lay down on top of her, feeling her soft tits
    brush against his chest, and her firm stomach press against him as he
    lowered his weight onto her.  "You like getting fucked like this,
    don't you?" he whispered into her ear as his hand moved up and started
    playing with her nipple.  She didn't answer; he could see that she was
    blushing.  "Having someone tie you up and use you turns you on,
    doesn't it, you little slut?"  Her breath was getting ragged now, and
    she was squirming as much as she could, considering the restrictions
    on her movement.  But he just kept pounding away at her, knowing there
    was no way she could escape, or even get herself a break and catch her
    breath.  He loved how he had her pinned down and impaled, completely
    powerless as he enjoyed her flesh pressed up around him.  "Are you
    going to cum for me and show me how much you like being used like
    this?"

    "Oh, god," she gasped, arching her back and letting him even deeper
    inside her, spreading her legs as far apart as she could to give him
    complete access to her body.  He felt her pussy contract as she came,
    her body straining against the ropes as she shook and gasped as her
    orgasm washed over her.

    "That's a good little slut," he whispered in her ear as he kept
    fucking her while she tried to catch her breath.  Watching her cum had
    reminded him that fucking her firm young body was really turning him
    on; he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.  Sitting back up, he
    ran his hand across what was left of her pussy hair, reminding himself
    that she was his.  As he watched her lying there, spread open beneath
    him, he let himself go, enjoying the wonderful sensation as he felt
    himself filling her hole with his cum.

    When he was done with her, he pulled out and wandered over to the
    bathroom to get cleaned up, leaving her lying naked and exposed on the
    floor, with a hole full of cum.  He wanted to give her time to think
    about what was going to happen next.  He had thoroughly enjoyed using
    her so far.

    After a while, he returned and knelt beside her and started removing
    the ropes binding her arms and tits.  When he had them undone, he
    forced her to her knees and pulled her arms behind her, bending them
    so he could tie each wrist to the opposite elbow.  When he was done, he sat
    down in front of her, and pulled out the nipple clamps he had
    retrieved from the bedroom.

    He could tell from the nervous look on her face that this was a first
    for her.  He watched her carefully as he cupped her tit, positioning
    the clamp around her nipple with his other hand and then slowly
    tightening it, stopping only when he saw her wince with pain.  But she
    just sat there, not saying anything or trying to pull away.  He loved
    bringing them to this point, when they realized there was no use
    resisting, and just accepted everything he did to them.  After
    attaching the other clamp, he gave a few tugs on the chain between
    them, making sure they weren't coming off.  Once he was satisfied, he
    connected a length of rope to the chain and stood up, pulling on her
    nipples and forcing her to her feet.

    With her arms tied behind her, it was difficult to get her legs under
    her, especially since leaning forward caused the leash to pull on her
    nipples.  When he had her on her feet, he slowly led her back and
    forth across the room, watching her body move, and giving a good hard
    tug on the leash when she didn't move as directed.

    After a few passes, he took the chain between her tits in his hand and
    pulled upward, lifting her tits off her chest.  "Up on your toes!" he
    commanded, as he pulled harder, adding pressure to her sensitive
    nipples.  When she complied, he took a moment to appreciate her
    stretched out form.  "How long do you think you can stand like this?"
    he asked.

    She had her head thrown back, trying to push her chest upward and take
    the pressure off her tits, but she was still able to give him a
    "that's a stupid question" sidelong glance.  "Not too long."

    He could see she was already wobbling a little.  Standing on your toes
    was tough.  But nipple clamps could be very inspirational.  "Would you
    like me to do something else to you?"

    "Yes," she said, with an exasperated sigh, clearly more interested in
    concentrating on her balance.  "Well, let's see ..." he mused,
    pretending to be thinking about what to do with her.  "I've already
    shoved my dick in two of your holes, how about we go for three?"

    "Ok," she panted, her mind elsewhere.  Women could be so cooperative
    when they were tied up and naked.

    "You sure you want to get fucked up the ass?"  He could be such a tease.

    "Yes, please!"

    "I don't know, I'm kind of enjoying holding you here like this ..."
    he could see she was almost crying as she glanced over at him.
    "Anything but this.  Please."

    He let go of the chain, and let her tits fall back against her chest.
    Before she knew what was happening, he grabbed her around the waist
    and pushed her face first down over the arm of the couch, her ass up
    in the air towards him.

    As he held her ass with both hands, he squeezed her cheeks with his
    thumbs so he could get a good look at her.  For some reason, he had
    always enjoyed how a pussy looked, peeking out from between a woman's
    thighs, knowing what was hidden in that thin slit between those soft,
    delicate lips.  Digging deeper, he ran one thumb up and down her slit,
    then pulled her open so he could examine both her holes, nestled so
    close together.

    It would take a while to lube her up, and he was hard now.  Pushing
    forward, he slid himself into her pussy, so he could enjoy her while
    he got her ready.  Squeezing some lube onto his fingers, he fucked her
    as he slowly forced her asshole open.  As he poured some lube into
    her, he glanced up at her arms, bound tightly across her bare back.
    She wasn't going anywhere.

    He watched her lying exposed in front of him as he pulled out of
    her and pushed the head of his dick up against her asshole.  Unable to
    resist any longer, he pushed forward, feeling her tight muscles give
    way and slide slowly down the length of his cock.  Leaning forward, he
    enjoyed the feeling of her firm ass pressed against him, then started
    slowly sliding in and out of her.  As he continued fucking her ass, he
    heard her breathing quicken as she let out a soft moan.  He couldn't
    resist giving her a few good, hard strokes in response.  Nothing
    turned him on like taking a submissive young girl, using her however
    he wanted, and then seeing how much it turned her on.  Sliding his
    hand under her hip, he found her pussy and started rubbing her clit as
    he fucked her ass.

    As he played with her, he could feel her moving underneath him, unable
    to control herself, or maybe trying to get a break from the intense,
    direct stimulation ... he didn't care.  Feeling her hips rock back and
    forth while his dick was still deep inside her ass made each stroke
    deeper into her feel wonderful.  Reaching up along her back, past
    where her arms were held securely behind her back, he grabbed her
    hair and pulled, forcing her head back as he fucked her hard from
    behind.  "Oh god," he heard her moan, as she squirmed beneath him.  He
    could feel the tremors running through her body; the little slut was
    going to come.  He rubbed her clit harder now, as he tightened his
    grip on her so he could hold her in place as she came.  Girls could
    buck and kick pretty hard, and he didn't want her surprising him and
    catching him off balance.  He wanted to be able to fuck her hard,
    feeling her ass completely impaled on his dick until she stopped
    moving.  It wasn't long before he heard her scream and jerk forward,
    but he was ready for her.  Tugging on her hair, he held her head back
    as he felt her thrashing helplessly beneath him, unable to get
    away as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her.  When she
    finally calmed down, he pulled his hand out from under her.

    Despite having already cum a few times today, he knew he himself
    wasn't going to last too much longer.  As he got ready to pump his cum
    deep into her ass, a deliciously evil idea came to him.  Leaning
    forward, he reached around her and loosened the nipple clamps
    slightly.  With the chain between them firmly in his grasp, he kept
    fucking her until he couldn't hold out any longer.  With a quick yank,
    he pulled the clamps off of her nipples.  As he listened to her squeal
    with pain as the blood returned to her sensitive nubs, he lost control
    and felt himself cumming inside her ass.

    Exhausted, he lay forward, wrapping his arms around her as he rested
    his chest on her back.  He felt her stop moving as she recovered,
    still beneath him bent over the arm of the couch with his softening
    dick in her ass.  Holding her in his arms, he gave her a squeeze.
    "Was that how you needed to be fucked?" he whispered in her ear.  "Uh
    huh," came the quiet, submissive reply.  "Good," he said, as he stood
    up and gave her ass a smack.  Pulling her back towards him, he stood
    her up turned towards him, so he could take one last look at her naked
    body.  "So are you going to be a good girl now and let me use you
    whenever I want?"

    "Yes, sir," she said, as she stared at her feet and blushed.

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