The Present

“There” He said, tightening the last of the buckles, “that ought to hold you for awhile, fuckslut”. He lifted her chin with His strong hand, looked calmly into her pouting face. 
“I’ll be out for awhile. I expect you will be curious, but no answers just now subgirl,  just….anticipation.”  He grinned His wicked grin at her. She simply melted inside when He did that. 
 
“When I come home, I’ll expect you to be silent. To insure that silence, my little fuckgirl,”
 
He reached for an item on the table beside her. She nearly groaned aloud, but restrained herself. No sense in it anyway, as He would do as He chose to. He cupped her chin again. Held up the clamps and chain. Enjoyed  her widening blue eyes as He fastened the clamp on one nipple, then the other. Her wince was priceless to him. Once more forcing eye contact with her, He added the weights. He watched those cerulean eyes mist with unshed tears. She was always afraid of displeasing Him, and He always continued to challenge her.
 
She looked at him, worried. She hated the weights. Her eyes begged what her mouth would not say: “Oh, please Sir…. not so many..hardly bear it…”
 
“Open that talented  mouth of yours, ‘lil girl.” She stared at Him, knowing what would happen next. She was right. As her juicy red lips opened, He placed the weighted chains in her mouth. If she talked, they could tumble out and the pain on her already sore nipples would be monumental.
 
Secured to the chair in the corner of their bedroom, she could not move. Her legs were fastened tightly together, bound at ankle, knee and thigh. Her arms were tied to the chair arms. Her waist was secured to the back. She sat, erect, tormented. Needy. His slut needed a good fucking. Her lips pursed around the hated chains, she gave him the coy eyes He loved, begging Him for His cock.
 
He looked down at her, His captured whore.  Smiled.  She thought this game  was nearly over. He knew it had barely begun. As He turned to go, He stopped, turned back to her.
She knew this was when the fun would start!  He wasn’t really going to leave her like this!
 
“One last thing, lil girl. Wouldn’t want my little fucktoy to not be ready for me when I return!”  So saying, He pulled the egg vibrator  from His pocket, and pushing it  hard between her secured thighs, He slipped it into her already juicy cunt.  She shifted in the chair as He probed between her legs, and gave a low mewling sound. He pulled His fingers from her, then wiped her wetness across her face and on her gorgeous red hair.  With a click, He turned it on low. Set the remote on the table where she could see it, but not touch it. It would keep her  at the edge of her need.  Which is just where He wanted her…His needy, wanting  slut!  He brushed His hand down her tousled red head, and left.
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They met at a small coffee shop just a few blocks from his home.  He slid into the chair across from her, looked at her, assessing. She gazed at him a moment, but the compelling look in his eye made her avert her gaze.  He was so intense!  She shivered, hoped he didn’t notice.  He took her hand.
“Scared, lil one?” he asked softly.
She nodded, her long red locks tossing about her face, masking her expression. He leaned forward, brushed the hair away, tucking it behind her ears. The intimate gesture surprised her, calmed her.
“I’m glad you decided to take a chance with me. You know you’ll be safe, right? ” At her nod, he continued. “You left your number with a friend so you can call if you feel…it’s not working?” She nodded again, eyes on the table in front of her, as she toyed with the tag on her teabag with her free hand. Her captured hand lay quiescent in his palm, as  his thumb carressed the back of it, further calming and soothing her.
Her nerves were appealing. He could tell she had not made this decision lightly. A vanilla woman, she had no experience in the ways of the D/s community, despite her vivid stories to the contrary. She was truly innocent. A rare find in this day and age.
He put some pressure on her hand, causing her to look up, wary.
“It’s decision time,” He said. “Come with me now, or choose to leave. Once you come with me, your choice ends, and you become mine. Fully, completely. I will possess your body in ways that you have only dreamed about, lil swirly one.”  A fast smile crossed her face, before nerves once again shivered behind her eyes.  She stood. Grasped his hand firmly in her small one.  He led her home.
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She sat in the chair. She could not move and it was frankly, driving her nuts. The egg  He had buried in her cunt was causing  a constant shivering of want, the faint vibration as annoying as a mosquito on a deep summer night. The throbbing of her cunt matched her heartbeat, and she felt the liquid of her arousal seeping from her, and gathering in the chair under her ass. She shifted a bit. Oh! She could feel the egg move a bit. She needed to cum so badly! With her legs pulled together, she could not wiggle at all down there, nor get any pressure on her clit. While he’d not forbidden her to cum, he sure had made it virtually impossible for her to get off.  Bastard! She mumbled around the chains still held tightly in her mouth. Having them in there was causing her mouth to water,  she for sure did not want to swallow …and a steady stream of drool was leaking from her lips. At least her hair wasn’t quite long enough to be drooled on, but the constant teasing touch of her shoulder length locks on her already over-stimulated body was adding to the fuel of the fire burning inside of her. The hunger built, even as the pain in her nipples tore at her spirit. She was so awash in her body and it’s miriad of sensations, that she did not hear the door open downstairs. The first inkling she had that he was home was his voice as he came up the stairs.
“Okay, lil swirl,” she heard him say, “careful now.”
What?  He’d never called her lil swirl before. Fucktoy, fuckgirl, fuckslut, subgirl and even His whore,  yes, but swirl?!?   Careful?   of what?
He led His lil swirl upstairs. She was blindfolded, something He had done as soon as they had entered the house. Just inside the door, He had stopped her, taken her vision away, and stripped her. He removed her blouse first, a white button down confection that screamed Vanilla to his continuing delight.  Next to be removed  was  her long tan skirt. He felt her shiver as he unzipped the back of it, slowly, letting His thumb rasp ahead of the zipper pull. He knew the sensation would travel down her ass crack, that  slight vibration, and increase the vulnerable feelings of being undressed by a virtual stranger. Last to go were  her sensible shoes and socks. Clad only in a white cotton bra, matching briefs, and barefoot, he bundled her hair into a coarse ponytail, and pulled her  up the stairs to his room.
His heart raced. He’d fantasized about this scene for weeks. All the time He’d courted the lovely, mysterious woman with the amazing and creative sexy imagination.  How His fuckslut would be bound, able to watch but not participate, as He fucked another in front of her. How the inexperienced submissive He was with would not know that she was being fucked in front of another. That this  lil swirl so closely resembled his whore was, he thought, karma. Both had red hair, blue eyes. They were just about the same age, He judged. But where His fuckgirl was toned, thanks in part to years of hot yoga, lil swirl was softer, rounder. Both were desirable to Him. It was so little about their bodies, and so much more about the mindfuck  He could serve to them both.
When he saw his fucktoy’s eyes widen with shock, His cock shot to instant hardness. He felt the need in Him build. He led his lil swirl to the bed, and with shocking force, tore her panties from her. She moaned, swayed. He slipped His fingers down to find wetness in her folds.
“Liked that, did you lil swirl?” he said softly against her ear. She nodded. He could see the blush slip from her cheeks to her chest. He traced a finger down the rosey-hued flesh to her bra.  A front hook version…how convenient, he mused, smiling.  He unhooked her bra, pulling it off her roughly, slapping each tit as he unveiled it. Her moan was louder now, born of pain and desire.
Oh Ho! He was surprised, nearly shocked, to discover His lil swirl had pierced nipples! He grasped each silver ring and tugged. She leaned into His pull, but he pushed her back to her place in front of him. He pulled her down, down to her knees. Releasing His hold on her rings, He grasped her chin, slapping Her cheek firmly.
“Open that fucking mouth,” He commanded, and when she complied, He pushed His hard cock into her facehole. He heard her draw a gurgling breath as He pushed deeper into her virgin mouth. “Tongue” He commanded again. 
In the corner, his fuckdoll felt tears gather in her eyes. How could He? He was teaching that other bitch to give Him a blowjob, when she had skills that He had spent 5 years honing for him? She was angry, boiling mad. If she dared, she would have spit out the chains and screamed at Him…for all the good that ever did. She tried to remember that He was the Dom and she was the subgirl…and He did nothing without a reason. She drew in a deep breath. Remembered her Yoga breathing. Calmed a bit. She ignored the tear that trickled slowly from stormy blue eye to chin.
He didn’t want to blow in her mouth. Not this time. Pulling His engorged cock from her mouth, ignoring her runny nose, and gasping cough, He roughly grabbed her nipple rings and forced her to rise again.
“Stand” He commanded, and began to pull the rings. Further and further they pulled, until her ample tits coned. Her deep moans were balm to Him. He knew He could rouse this vanilla, this swirl, as he had named her, to explore deeper and deeper routes to slutdom.  Releasing her nipple rings sharply, He pushed her hard, so that she fell backwards onto the bed. He grasped her legs, lifting them, and slid His mouth from knee to her sopping wet center. He was amused that her inner thighs were coated with her juices. Amused, and He admitted, aroused as hell.
She was torn between the humiliation of watching him eat out the other woman…another redhead, damn him!  and jealousy. She loved having His mouth on her cunt!  Damn Him. Damn her, whoever she was, the fucking slut. She was enough alike in looks to her that they could be sisters. Obviously not experienced…aaahhh…it came to her in a rush of sudden clarity. He’d always wanted to train a newcomer to the lifestyle. But to do so in front of her?!  Bastard! She glared at him, and at that exact moment, He lifted His face from between swirls legs, His face glistening with her wetness, her mewls of delight filling the room, and looked at His fucktoy. A slow, sinister smile crossed His face as He caught her gaze. Held it. She couldn’t look away. She couldn’t continue to look at Him. It was hell. It was heaven. She was humilated. She was soaked.
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The woman beneath him bucked and moaned as He fucked her. He rode her hard, in part from  the desire she’d built in Him with her wicked stories, and in part because His whore was helplessly watching. As He came, He encouraged His swirl to another orgasm. Panting, He lay upon her sprawled body. Her arms and legs captured by leather laces on the bed, He knew she was going crazy with desire, despite her orgasm.
He put his head against her ear, whispered softly.
“Lil swirl, that was just the opening salvo. The best is yet to come.” He kissed her, fiercely. Reaching across to the nightstand, He withdrew a long, red satin bow. He tied it around swirls throat. Then rose from the bed, and went to release His fuckslut.
“Time to unwrap your  next present, subgirl,”  He said as He began to free her from her torment.
It was one hell of a birthday party.