City Of Need

12 🖤 Key

Fuck, I've really woken the demon this time. I should not have done that. I pull at the chain, attached to my ankle, already knowing there's no way out.

You dangle the key on the silver chain, in front of me. Swinging it back and forth as if you're trying to hypnotize me. It gets close to me and I make a grab for it, but you snatch it away.

'Tsk tsk, Little Doll. So grabby. So needy. Now... what are we going to do with you? I want you needy, aching and begging me to fill that empty headed little void of a body of yours. So I need to figure out what play will make that happen.'

I pull the chain again, and look around the room. My eyes land on something new in the corner. Something I didn't see last time I was in here. It's a wooden cross, with padding on it in places. My pussy pulses as I look at it.

You follow my eyes to it and your face splits into a grin. 'You give yourself away so easily, Little Doll,' you say, and drag me to my feet, but instead of dragging me over to the cross, you take me in the opposite direction, to a long table. You turn me and lift me onto it. I let you, even though I'm not restrained - apart from by the ankle chain, which clinks as I move.

'Lay down, my beautiful fuck doll.' Your using that hypnotic voice again. The one that reels me in, confuses me, and has me doing things in a dream like state. You swing my legs up, onto the table and move me into the position you want me in, as I lay down.

My legs are dangling over one end of the table. You push me further up it and my head dangles backwards off the other end. It's uncomfortable, but I don't protest. I know that now is not the time to do that.

You are at the edge of your edges, in terms of patience, and I don't want to do anything that will make you regret this moment later. I need to protect myself, in order to protect you. To keep you inside your limits.

I watch you from upside down as you walk back to the cupboard and pull out four lengths of rope, and four poles, they look like table legs. What the actual fuck? You walk slowly back to the table. Your chest is heaving and I can see you pulling yourself back under your own control.

I lift my head and watch you inserting the poles into what must be their matching holes, at each corner of the table. What the hell are you doing? You seem to be making an upside down table on top of the table. Like a mirror image. God, I hope you don't try and strap me to the table, then turn it over, trapping me underneath.

I stay quiet, my neck aching with the effort of keeping my head up to watch you. Once you've tested the poles are properly in place and not going anywhere, you lift my right knee, and tie it to the top of one of the poles, then tie my ankle to the bottom of it. Planting my foot on the edge of the table.

The rope is smooth, wrapped tight, but not too tight, and you take your time with the knots, somehow making them look beautiful. Then you do the same with my left knee, pulling it apart from the other one and tying it to the pole at the top, then tying my ankle at the bottom.

I stay quiet. At least you're not turning the table over. My legs are wide open, leaving me completely exposed. I hold my hands over my pussy.

You come to the top of the table and lean over my face, as you say, 'I bet you're sorry you tore a hole in the gift I bought you now.'

I stare back at you, the sadistic glint in your eyes. And though I want to challenge you, I know I can't, and so instead I nod, and say, 'Yes Daddy. I'm very sorry that I tore a hole in your nets.'

You straighten up, take my left arm, bend it at the elbow and tie my elbow to the bottom of the pole, at the corner of the table near my head, then tie my wrist to the top of it. Then you repeat with my right arm.

Next you slide your hand under my head, taking the weight off it, giving me relief from the discomfort of trying to hold it up, and say, 'Can you hold your head up for a bit longer, Little Doll?'

'Yes, Daddy,' I croak.

You reach into your pocket, take the key to the padlock on my ankle restraint out of it, and with the tiny sliver chain, you attach it to my collar.

'You have the key now, my clever little fuck doll. Let's see if you can do anything with it.'

'Yes, Daddy.'

You lower my head back over the end of the table.

'Now, Little Doll, do you want a gag, an O ring, or something else?'

I don't want any of them, but I don't think now's the right time to say that, so instead I say, 'Something else, please.'

'That's not how you say it, Little Doll.

I grit my teeth, and say, 'Something else please, Daddy.'

'Good girl.'

You're back next to my head now, but instead of leaning your face down to me, you slide your hand back under my head and lower it down, back over the side of the table. I watch from upside down as you lower the zipper of your jeans. The zipper strains to open over the bulge inside, then your cock appears in front of me.

Fuck. That's the something else that's going in my mouth. From upside down it looks even bigger.

'Open wide, my little fuck toy. Let me see what that smart mouth of yours can really do.'

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I open wide, feel you slowly slide along the roof of my mouth. Just the tip, enough to get a taste of what's to come.

I grip the upside down table legs with my hands, and open my mouth wider, breathing through my nose.

'You're so good at this, Roxy. This is your prime purpose, to be my good little doll. This is what your mouth was made for.'

I start to protest and you slide your cock further in towards the back of my mouth, as I gag on your love.

'What was that, Little Doll?' You say, pulling out again.

I start to talk, but you push back into me and all I can hear is the sound of my breath through my nose as you slide further in, right to the back of my mouth. I grip the upside down table legs tightly and feel my pussy throb.

You drag back out and as you do I feel my honey tricking out of my pussy and down the crack of my ass.

My mouth opens itself more and I hear your breath hitch as I stick my tongue out and lick the tip of your cock, then say, 'Please, Daddy, more.'

You slide back in, filling my mouth and stretching my throat, I gag so hard that my throat closes around your cock.

'Fuckkkkk. Little Doll. My beautiful Little Pet.'

I've got you now. I may be the one tied wide open and under you, but I can still control you with my mouth. I set to my task enthusiastically.

Licking, lapping, sucking, humming around your cock. As your hips move back and forth, their rhythm set by me, as you moan and move to the beat of my drum.

'Fuckkk, Little Doll, I'm going to cum.'

I suck harder. This has never happened in the history of us. You cumming before me will be my victory.

Your hand is stroking my cheek now, then it slides up my throat, and over my lace bra. The further your stroke moves down my body, the further your cock travels down my throat. I writhe on the table, my back arching to meet your hand, then the pads of your fingers are on my swollen, soaking clit and your cock is owning my throat and I cannot hold on, as you say, 'You have permission, Little Doll.'

My body immediately bucks up off the table, as your fingers strum across my clit, and then liquid is squirting out of me and over your hand, as you slowly slide you cock out of my mouth and I feel the throb of it as it leaves me.

I'm panting on the table, laying in a pool of my own cum, knowing I just got played. You won. You always win...