Melisa was shaking. The fear was suffocating her. But she knew if Mars was here and this was happening she was not only safe but that what was happening was for a reason. She couldn’t grasp it, but she tried to accept it and calm herself.
The Gimp was smacking her ass now. His hand felt strong and it hurt but she wasn’t sure if she was feeling the sting of that or of the humiliation that was engulfing her. He started to massage her clit and she could feel her body respond. Moisture started to develop in her pussy. She wished it wouldn’t. She wished she could control her response and desire. His fingers were agile, purposeful yet gentle. As soon as he saw her drip he plunged his fingers deep into her pussy. She moaned and Mars slapped her abruptly.
“It feels good doesn’t it you filthy slut? But this isn’t for your pleasure. Your sexuality is for other people’s pleasure only. This is us using you solely as a tool. Do you understand?” Mars admonished her. Melisa stiffled her tears and responded as promptly as she could get the words out “yes Master”. A calmness came over Melisa as she gave in to what was happening and felt this sense of relief that she didn’t quite understand.
The Gimp had her now held tight, pulling her hips up and brushing the tip of his cock from her clit to her asshole. It felt massive and hard. She had never taken a cock like that before. Her heart was beating out of her chest and Mars whispered in her ear “this is going to be good” and laughed wickedly.
The Gimp pulled Melisa’s hair to lift her head and Mars immediately inserted a ball gag. “You look so beautiful like this, like the little fuck doll you truly are.” Mars breathily whispered in her ear. Melisa could feel desire building within her. She felt her arousal so strongly, stronger than she had felt it in years. She didn’t understand why though. She had never done BDSM before, she had never been treated as she was being treated now. Why did this thrill her so much?
She had no time to think about it as the Gimp was now digging his fingers into her labia pulling her lips open and pushing his massive cock into her pussy. She had never felt so full before as he forcefully pushed himself deep into her. She gasped and tried to pull away but he gripped her hips and pulled her back onto his cock as he rammed it into her hard…. over and over. Mars grabbed Melisa by the hair and smacked her face sharply. “stay still, fuck dolls don’t move unless told to” and Melisa fell deep into subspace.
She didn’t see or understand but Mars did. This is exactly what she wanted to see. Melisa was responding well. At this pace she should be done within the 3 days allotted for the long weekend. This made her happy. These sessions were always hard for her. It was always so bittersweet. Knowing she was capable of helping and healing her clients but also knowing she had to break them first and that was always hard for her to see.
Her favorite part was always after. When they were so vulnerable and frail. Bathing them gently, slathering their body and marks with lotion and holding them as she rocked them to sleep. They always slept. She always pushed them hard. They were always overwhelmed. They always enjoyed the aftercare even if no words were ever exchanged. She knew how deeply they needed it.
But that part was still far off and as Mars looked down and saw wetness on the blindfold she gave pause…”was this enough?” she asked herself and then Melisa moaned and pushed her ass up and into the Gimp as Mars could tell she was building up to an orgasm and she laughed. “I don’t think so little girl” Mars chastised her and smacked her face hard again. “don’t even think of orgasming!”
And Melisa floated into a space she had never known…..and hoped would never end.
To be continued…….