Morgan is Owned

“I am yours Mistress.” Said Morgan.

“Louder.” Commanded the cool voice behind her. It was accompanied with the sharp ‘THWACK’ of a whip and a harsh sting on Morgan’s bare ass turning red from the abuse.

After the whimper of pain Morgan was able to eek out an: “I’m yours Mistress!”

“Damn right you are.” Said the voice behind her. Morgan shivered. She felt the cold touch of latex gloves smoothly running against her backside, then moving up and tracing her spread legs, each leg in a thigh high black boot, forced apart by a spreader bar locked into anklets. Her arms were hoisted above and behind her in a binder that connected to the ceiling. The leather collar around her neck connected to the binder. All together she was forcibly bent over, helpless, and unable to do anything even if she wanted to.

“I own you bitch.” Said the cool voice behind her. “You’re my slave. I can do whatever I want to you. Do you understand?” The voice was accented with another ‘THWACK’.

“Yes Mistress!” Pleaded Morgan. “Please do what you want with me. Anything Mistress!”

The deep clicking of high heels permeated Morgan’s hearing as she heard the voice circling around in front of her. “Are you sure?” She asked.

She, being the tall brunette with a ponytail down to the small of her back, thick eyeliner, red latex elbow gloves, a red latex corset, red latex thigh high boots, and a chilling smile.

“Explain to me how I own you.” She commanded, her whip coiled threateningly.

Morgan bit back the drool at simply seeing her Mistress. Her lust was becoming unfathomable. “You own me Mistress! You can do whatever you want with me! I don’t have a voice, I don’t have permissions, I don’t have anything, I’m just yours!”

Mistress cracked her whip, skillfully striking Morgan’s ass despite the suspended arms in the way. “And what are you?”

Morgan cried with the pain, the good pain. “A slave Mistress!”

Mistress smiled. “That’s right. And slaves don’t have voices do they?” Morgan’s eyes grew wide as Mistress walked over and slipped something the size of a golf ball into Morgan’s mouth and then promptly slapped some thematically red duct tape over her mouth.

“Mmmm!” Morgan protested, her eyes wide.

“Quiet!” Mistress demanded, spanking Morgan with a latex glove. “You said yourself slaves don’t have rights.” Mistress turned around and put the whip back on the rack, she started fiddling with something else, her back still facing the gagged Morgan. “You’re very loving. It’s clear that you’re head over heels for me. But it’s also equally clear that you still have something to learn about respect.” Mistress turned around, a red dildo strapped onto her pelvic region. “I think it’s time I truly truly show you what it means to own you.”

Morgan’s eyes grew even wider. “Mm!” She cried with urgency. “Mm! Mm! Mmph!!” She began wriggling in her restraints to no avail, her arm binder, collar, and spreader bar rendering her immobile.

Mistress laughed as she circled around outside of Morgan’s view. “You pretend to be obedient until the very second my pleasure comes into play.” Morgan squealed as she felt the latex grip on her ass cheeks, spreading her apart. “Fuck you.”

And so she did. The long, high-pitched, gagged squeals of pain and pleasure coming out of Morgan as Mistress slid inch after inch of strapon into her slave was so passionate that it made Mistress moan out loud.

“God, yes. Scream for me bitch.” She slapped Morgan’s ass, and so Morgan obliged.

It was not long until Morgan’s pussy was dripping onto the floor. Her whole body shook with each increasingly faster and more forceful penetration, her wrists which were almost numb from being suspended for so long still struggled desperately, both from the instinctive desire to escape her immobility and the involuntary muscle contractions that came with getting fucked. The collar around her neck felt like it was tightening, where really her neck was just spasming from the hyperventilation. And her long legs, sheathed in thigh-high boots, lifted up onto her tippy-toes along with each thrust of Mistress’s cock.

Morgan felt her entire body begin to vibrate. The ecstasy of the situation was taking over. Long, deep, loud moans escaped from behind her gagged mouth.

“Mmmmmm. MmmmMMM. MMMMMM!! MM! MM! MM!”

By the end of it she sounded like a caged animal, which wasn’t so far from the truth.

It was getting to be too much. She had to cum. It wasn’t an option anymore. She felt her eyes roll upwards into her head. She waited for another thrust that jammed upwards into her clitoris, then another, and then-“

Then nothing came. Mistress slid out of her slave.

“You were going to try and cum without my permission, weren’t you?” Said Mistress.

Morgan’s eyes shot back open. She struggled and moaned and whined, even more emblematic of a caged beast than ever before. She thrashed in her bindings, throwing a tantrum over being taken so close to paradise and then denied at its gates.

Mistress circled around to face her slave once more. She arched her pelvis forward and with a quick twist she slapped Morgan’s cheeks with her red cock, coated with Morgan’s own juices.

“Bitch. Trying to cum without asking me.” Another slap. “Trying to subvert my will.” Another slap. Morgan’s face now had fluids from her pussy dripping down the sides. The slave’s eyes were tearing up, the pleasure she felt so intensely just a moment before now waning away.

Mistress turned and walked away from Morgan, which caused Morgan to scream even louder, but then she returned with a whip in hand, which while bad, still wasn’t as bad as being abandoned.

“Beg for me to let you cum.” Said Mistress as she ripped off the duct tape sealing Morgan’s mouth. She whined with the pain of her lips being pulled away from her and a massive glob of drool fell out of her mouth along with whatever ball had been inserted inside of it.

“Please- please Mistress. I need to cum.” It sounded like she could barely catch her own breath.

“Pathetic!” Cried Mistress as she cracked the whip over her slave, too bound and desperate to do anything about it.

“Ah! Uhhhh!” Morgan became more desperate. “Mistress! Please! I’m yours! I’ll do anything for you! You can do anything to me! Please fuck me again Mistress please!”

“You’ve said that before!” CRACK. The whip struck again.

“Ahhhaha!!” Morgan’s bare chest heaved up and down, her boobs almost swinging. “I love your cock Mistress, I need it, I need it, need it! You’re so sexy! You could have anyone in the world and I’m so glad to be your slave thank you thank you please please please let me cum.”

Mistress dropped her whip to the side and squatted down, grabbing a fistful of Morgan’s hair and pulling her up onto her bound toes. Mistress planted her wide open mouth over Morgan’s and swam her tongue inside of her. Had anyone seen nothing but the inside of that kiss alone, it still would have been clear who owned who. Morgan pulsated with the embrace and tried to lean in and take as much of Mistress into her mouth as she could. Her warm soft beautiful red lips encompassing her own.

Mistress tossed back her grip of Morgan’s hair and ended the kiss. Morgan was actually moaning again.

“Please, please Mistress. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Mistress walked back around behind the slave and Morgan’s pleading increased, until it reached a climax with Mistress’s cock teasing the outside of Morgan’s labia.

“I love you too.” Said Mistress.

And then she plunged her cock inside her property again and her property squealed. The classic cries of “yes! yes! Yes! Yes! YES! YES! YESSSS!” permeated the room as Morgan finally came for her owner.

Mistress toyed with fucking her a little longer, but she had already had her fill. It was only fun when it was fun for both of them anyways. Mistress slowly walked back up to Morgan’s face, tracing her body with her gloves hands, squeezing a tit along the way. Morgan’s eyes were half-closed, her mouth left agape, and a trickle of drool making its way down her lip and to the floor.

Mistress squat down and kissed her slave once more. “Thank you.” She whispered, and then stood up, turning away from her slave. Her sexy heels clicking against the concrete floor.

“I’ll send someone to come get you in a couple of hours.” She said, her sly smile only available for herself.