Property

It wasn't as if I wasn't asking for punishment, because I sort of was. My sassy attitude was pushing the level of playful. Sometimes I just want to see how much I could get away with. I didn't ask for sex, mainly because that is the fastest way for me not to get it, but I was doing my best to be playful and sexy and flirty, while being a bit of a brat. It's often in those times that we wrestle around until things get hot and heavy and he kisses me deep.

After that, it all happens pretty naturally.

This night though, I was somewhat pushing the envelope. I was feeling feisty, and had a frustrating day. I was really hoping for non physical contact, not sex, but perhaps a spanking, a few lashes with the whip, perhaps a good paddling with a hairbrush. Whatever would make me cry out in agony. It's what I needed.

I don't consider myself a masochist, but I do crave the physical nature of my relationships with Master. I crave his rough hands on me as much as I crave his cock inside me. Sometimes it's all I can do not to push the envelope in hopes that he will punch me in the back with a fist full of my hair.

Tonight was this kind of night. I was doing my chores at his place, getting ready for his out of town trip when I made a wise crack about something… I don't even remember what it was. When I felt his hand grab a fistful of my hair and push me face down on the bed. I whimpered, and exhaled, waiting for the strike on my skin, feeling the tight pull on my scalp. Tighter until I could feel the break of the outside pieces breaking away from my scalp. I wondered briefly how much hair I lose each time he does that.

The strike came on my side, to my ribs. I gasped out- and breathed into the next few blows. My body melting into his assault and my mind drifting to it's dark corner. That is where I go in my mind. A dark corner. A safe corner where it is just he and I and I can let go of whatever holds me back from my submission to him. My safe place. Where my breathing connects with my skin and I can simply release.

The strikes came on my ribs and high up my ass, not in the fleshy inviting part, but higher up on my hips where he knows I wil bruise for days. He called me names and spit on my back. I melted deeper into my corner. He pulled me on to my knees and pulled my shirt open, grabbing at my breasts and pinching them until I cried out in pain. His grasp still firm on my hair, my sides sore and now gripping my breasts until I almost called for mercy until I stopped, and controlled my breathing again.

"Good girl" he said, as I melted back into it. He released my hair and pushed me back down, instructing me to lay forward, ass up and arms in front of me. I complied as I felt him pushing his cock against my ass. Lube is a luxury, and not one I would be afforded tonight. He entered me roughly, and after a few strokes, told me to kneel back up. I did so, carefully, as so not to disconnect us. At this point, he gathered all of my hair in his hand and told me to lean forward again.

I did so slowly, cautiously as to not yank my head in the process. I used all the strength my thighs could hold to lean forward until I was leaning forward in a 45 degree angle, being supported by my hair. I could feel more strands breaking but I complied. When he started fucking me again, each thrust pulled on my scalp. My thighs burned and occasionally I had to simply allow his grip on my hair to hold me up while he fucked my ass deep and hard. It was intense and violent. I stayed as quiet as I could, but could not deny how the angle of his cock penetrating me felt amazing. My whole body was shaking, and while I wanted to come, I could not. He instructed me to reach behind me and pull my ass open, so he could watch his cock disappear in my ass. It was humiliating and seemed physically impossible, but yet so owned and controlled. I could no longer balance my body on anything but my hair since my center of gravity was off, and as I leaned into the exquisite pain from my hair, I came so close to orgasm, but it escaped me. There was no way my body could get there, so I simply slipped away, back into my dark corner. From the outside, I suppose it looked as violent as it felt, but from the inside, I was in a deep headspace that made me feel somewhat like flying. He kept going, telling me what a delicious little slut I was, how he owns my whole body and if he wants to break it, he can. I replied with the only words I could get out, "Yes Master."

After long long minutes it seemed, he pulled me back up and kissed my cheek while he released my hair, rubbing my scalp for scant moments. Then he ordered my back down, ass up, and arms forward. "Arch your back" he said, punching my lower back, and spitting on me once more. I arched my back like a bitch in heat and begged him to fuck me hard. I was completely lost in this moment, my whole body aching now and I was melting farther and farther into my own head. My mind was filled with… nothing. I could not think of anything at that moment, except want. He owned me, every inch of me and I was not going to deny him anything at all.

He started fucking me harder now. I could feel the sensitive skin tearing but I didn't care. Harder, I kept asking, please Master, harder. He instructed me to come for him now, to give him my orgasm so he could feel me tighten up around his cock while he fucked me with so much force that I was started to feel a little nauseated. Once I had permission, the orgasm came hard and fast. I pushed back against his cock until he came deep in my ass, calling me his dirty fucking property.

When it was done, I was left lying on the bed, my breathing steady, my body dripping with sweat and my eyes half open, drifting back and forth from the dark corner to reality and back again. I felt he was gone for a long time and I was about to crawl off the bed to look for him when he re-entered the room. Without looking at me, he sat down at his chair and he said just three words.

"Finish your chores."

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