Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 38

butterfly

I had been in the playroom almost every day this week. Tonight when I opened the door, there was a new object sitting out next to the blindfold, collar and leash. It was easily recognizable as a riding crop. I had never had one used on me before but knew that they could be very painful. My Mistress would never hurt me any more than I could handle, though. All of the objects rested on a leather padded bench she'd had me use the first time I was in the playroom, indicating we would be using it again tonight.

I waited in the proper position then switched to the inspection position when she commanded I do so. After the collar had been placed around my neck and the leash clipped to it, my Mistress led me to the leather padded horse.

She spanked my ass until it felt warm and my body was humming with anticipation.

"You have been a very good girl lately, and tonight, if you do as I say, I promise a nice reward." She took me off the horse and walked me in the direction of the padded leather table.

"You are on a very special piece of equipment." I heard something click as she spoke. "I am not going to restrain you so that you stay still, but there is a piece of this table that will hold you in place." She took my hands and placed them on a large object in front of me.

"Do you feel that, babygirl?" It was long and round, and I gasped when I realized what it was. "That is your seat. Now hop on like a good little slut."

It felt too big to fit inside of me, but I wanted to try for my Mistress. I moved above it then lowered myself slowly. When I got halfway down, I had to try to shift my body to get it to fit. I tried to be quiet, but I let out a little squeak as the large dildo spread me wide.

"Alright, my butterfly, you may make whatever sounds you'd like tonight. Say what you'd like, but you will move your body as I instruct, is that understood?"

I nodded.

"Then ride that cock!" she demanded.

I lowered myself more and groaned. "Oh, God." I wasn't sure how much more of the dildo I could fit into my body. Suddenly, I felt a sharp sting and realized she had used the crop on my ass.

"Ride that cock," she commanded again, and I slowly started to rock my hips forward.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I moaned as I rode it.

She continued to strike my warm cheeks with the crop, making me go faster.

Each time I rocked, the dildo slid in just a bit further. Inch by inch, I moved lower, until my pussy lips touched the cool leather of the table. It felt so good I could barely control my body.

"Such a good little girl. Do you like fucking that cock?"

I nodded and continued riding the dildo as I screamed, "Yes, yes, yes!" "You want to come, don't you?" she asked, grabbing my hips and rocking me back and forth faster than I'd been doing on my own. I felt the tingle grow and knew I needed to beg for a release or I'd come, permission or not.

"Yes. Please, Mistress, please."

I was so lost in what was happening to my body that I wasn't paying attention to her words. I knew I was being vocal, and it seemed the more I moaned and whimpered, the faster she rocked my hips. I was nearly over the edge, when suddenly she stopped moving me back and forth. The abrupt halt gave my clit a break, but I could feel myself throbbing around the giant intrusion. I said a silent prayer of thanks for the moment's reprieve.

Her hands left me briefly, and I heard the sound of a zipper and fabric. My heart rate doubled when I realized she was without her pants. Would this be the day I got to touch it? Would she fuck me? I hadn't realized how much I wanted that until now.

I felt her hand graze my pussy lips, moving inside slightly, though they were stretched tightly around the huge dildo I was riding.

"So fucking wet," she hissed, and I felt more liquid seep out of me. Shee seemed to be gathering it on her fingers.

"You want to come, don't you?" she growled, rocking my hips again, but with one hand this time. I heard the unmistakable sound of her jerking her cock.

"Fuck, fuck! Yes, Mistress. Please, Mistress," I begged as I moved closer and closer to the edge.

"Your body is for my pleasure. FOR ME!" she groaned. Her hand left my hip, and I stilled my movements—once again grateful for the break so I could calm down, if even a little.

"Who told you to stop moving?" she asked gruffly, and I felt the crop bite my ass again. I yelped and rocked my hips. "Faster, my little slut, faster."

She continued to use the crop on my ass until I had increased my rocking to a maddening pace. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I screamed out when the hand that had been holding the crop moved right in front of me, giving my clit the friction that would surely send me over the edge.

I could hear the wet sound of her stroking her cock, which alone would likely have caused me to come.

"Hold your breasts for me. Play with them. Squeeze them. Tug on your nipples."

My hands flew to my breasts and I did as she commanded. I was trembling from head to toe because of the sensations my body was being assaulted with.

"Such beautiful breasts. I'm going to come all over them. Mark your body as mine."

"OH FUCK!" I screamed out, beyond aroused at her words.

"And when I do, when you feel my come touch your body, you may come as well, my little slut."

"Ungh, ungh, ungh," was all I could chant as I continued to ride the huge dildo with her rubbing my clit while I held my breasts.

"Fuck, my butterfly. MINE," she growled. I first heard the slapping sounds of her rubbing her cock stop and then felt the liquid hit my body. It was all too much. Unable to hold my orgasm any longer, I had an amazing release. I felt it come from everywhere in my body, concentrating in that one location— that place just behind my belly button that I couldn't pinpoint exactly—and then release in a tidal wave of fluid.

I whimpered as my muscles tightened, trying to expel the dildo. Feeling her come on me, I smiled, proud my Mistress had marked me as hers. I realized then that I was hers. I'd never leave her for another. Somewhere along the way, between when she'd first said "that was beautiful, butterfly" and when she'd just growled "mine," I'd fallen in love with her.

I'd fallen in love with a stranger that I'd never seen, never really touched. My mind seemed to be working in slow motion, which was probably why what happened next seemed to happen so fast.

One moment I was riding that large dildo on the bench, and the next moment I was lying on my back, legs spread wide, with my Mistress' face buried in my pussy, licking and sucking. It felt like I'd flown across the room to get there, but my brain was working in slow motion.

The way she was worshiping my body now only added to the sensation. I allowed myself to get lost in the euphoria of feeling in love. That, combined with the way her tongue moved, brought me more pleasure.

As she licked and sucked, I felt the coil begin to tighten again. My nipples got harder, and I absentmindedly brought my fingers to my chest, dragging them through my Mistress' come. I spread it around, enjoying the feeling, as well as the pleasure of her tongue between my legs.

"Fucking come," she growled, and I did so easily, not having realized how close I had been to the edge. It was like I was in a love-induced, drunken haze.

I felt my come rush from my body, sighing as my Mistress continued to lap it up. Smiling at how she loved to taste me, I rubbed her come into my breasts more. Lifting my hand, I brought my come-covered fingers to my lips, opening my mouth so I could taste my Mistress.

"Camila! NO!" she screamed. I felt my hand being pulled away from my face and slammed into the table above me.

I screamed out in pain at both the tightness of her grip on my hand, and the force at which it had slammed into the table.

I started to cry, not so much from the throbbing pain that was now emanating from my wrist, but at disobeying my Mistress.