The Slave of Pleasure

Rachel

"I had deeply upset Vicenzo and I deserved to be punished," was what I said to myself as I was taken to that painfully delicious place like a bitch longing to be devoured alive by him. Although I don't know exactly why I felt that way, I can recognize that what Vicenzo told me in the limousine makes some sense.

As I was mercilessly taken by Vicenzo to my "torture" place, I could feel my hands touching the floor in a position that I would never imagine myself putting myself in, not even for a moment. With each step I could feel my knees hurt because they were obviously not used to being in that position. The weight of my body caused each step to make grooves appear in them. Contrary to what would be expected in this situation of extreme submission, I couldn't really feel the pain, but I could certainly feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter with each pull that Vincenzo gave on the belt. My body was entering a state of deep ecstasy and the The cause was not just physical, I felt that my mind was opening to fully accept this new way of courting pleasure.

We finally reached the door to the red room, Vicenzo looked down at me before opening the door, the distance between us, that feeling of submission, my whole body begged "please, fuck me". Vicenzo exuded dominance and without hesitation opened the door and pulled me inside, he took me to the bed, placing my body against the wooden base of the headboard and tying the belt tightly, preventing my escape. Vicenzo stood face to face with me, but didn't say a word. His piercing gaze already said everything I needed to hear. He leaned his face against my cheek and breathed heavily, making me shiver. We stared at each other again for a brief moment and automatically my body projected forward in order to kiss him, but Vicenzo quickly moved away, grabbing a rope and weaving something again that I didn't know exactly what it was. When he finished quickly, Vicenzo raised his right hand and grabbed an iron hook that was attached to a chain on the ceiling and attached what seemed to be a rope trap again, but the difference this time is that I realized that I would be suspended.

Even though I could tell in advance that my body was throbbing with desire for the simple fact of not knowing how I would feel in that completely unusual position, Vicenzo finished tying the rope that kept the entire structure fixed to another hook on the floor. He bent down to do it and with a sideways glance over his shoulder that made my pussy throb. He got up and walked towards me, circling the bed like a predator, carefully and mercilessly observing his defenseless prey. My legs were shaking with excitement.

Vicenzo took his hands to mine and untied me from the bed frame, pulling me voraciously towards the hanging ropes, "Vicenzo... my clothes..." I was so immersed in that moment that for a moment I forgot that we were still dressed, Vicenzo promptly put his strong hands on my breasts, grabbing them tightly, making my eyes roll back and with a quick movement he ripped my blouse like a wild animal, the buttons were torn and fell to the floor like rose petals in a dramatic film, I opened my eyes intensely at the unexpected attitude as he ripped my skirt and tore my lace panties, each tear in my clothes was like the waves crashing violently against my body on a deserted beach under the moonlight.

With trembling eyes I looked at Vincenzo as he dressed my body in the suspended ropes, piercing it in all directions and in different ways that I did not understand but accepted without hesitation. My body was in a frenzy, but I could not help but notice a rope purposely rubbed against my clitoris by Vincenzo, making me moan and writhe, just wanting him to fuck me once and for all.

After my body was completely tied to the ropes, Vincenzo moved away, going to the side of the rope that was attached to the hook on the floor, and without any prior warning he began to pull, lifting me off the floor, making my body hang forward, preventing me from continuing with both feet on the ground. He continued to pull until the only contact with the ground that I had was just the tip of the toes of my left foot, the sensation was uncomfortably delicious and painfully pleasurable.

Vicenzo tied the rope that held me in that new position again, making my left leg stay still down while my right leg was partially bent and open, my pussy was completely accessible, at that moment Vicenzo could do literally anything to me, I was entirely at the mercy of his profane desires, he stood in front of me and stared at me for a brief moment, even though I was numb.

I couldn't contain a brief feeling of shame at being stared at like that and in that position. Vicenzo suddenly started to take off his clothes, revealing his muscular body and his huge cock that made me salivate and writhe, rubbing myself against the ropes that creaked in unison with my moans.

Vincenzo moved around me, going behind me. I wasn't sure what was going to happen since I couldn't see what he was up to. I heard noises as if he was picking something up off a table, but soon after the sounds stopped and it seemed like Vicenzo had gone away and left me there alone. "Vincenzo..?" I asked after a sigh of doubt, waiting to hear his voice when suddenly I felt something cold and vibrating go against my wet pussy, making me scream in fright but at the same time in pleasure. "Your punishment starts now!!" Vincenzo exclaimed in my ear.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.