Obsession's Embrace

Finale

I fucked around again.

It's been a year since Electra broke free of her parents' grasp. Their harsh demands. Sure enough, they cut her off financially. But she doesn't care anymore. She's only cared about two things lately.

Going to therapy.

And taming me.

The problem is, I'm not one to be tamed. I've learned a lot about myself since I met Electra. I've learned that I'm much more fucked up than I thought. But I've also learned that I really love being a bloody brat.

That's what landed me here.

Stripped naked, bent over, and caned so hard and long that my ass is burning. Now I'm hogtied on a table she set up in my guest-room-turned-sex-dungeon, with a ball gag in my mouth and a blindfold over my eyes. I haven't been able to do anything but squirm for the past hour she's had me like this.

I know she's still in here. She wouldn't leave me alone like this. I can feel her presence. Partially because every few minutes she whips me with a-

Whack!

A muffled yelp escapes me around the gag. Fresh drool spills down my chin. Bloody hell. Did the cane get thicker or am I getting weaker? I squirm on the table. Gently tugging against the restraints. Desperately needing to be touched.

This is my punishment for being a brat all day. She told me she'd reduce me to a horny puddle. And here I am. Horny as fuck, floating in a puddle of my own arousal.

Whack!

I cry out, then moan. She knows exactly where to hit me, and how hard to hit me, to turn me on. She knows I'm as much a masochist as I am a sadist. If not more.

"Please.." I desperately try to speak around the gag.

Whack!

A muffled cry of desperate arousal sounds from my mouth. It feels even better when I can't see her. Can't see what she's doing to me; or what she'll do next. The element of surprise heightens my other senses.

I can hear the way her breathing picks up pace which each whip of the cane. The way she sighs in pleasure at the sounds of my pain. I can hear her circling around the table and feel her eyes on my body.

When she hits me, I feel the effects harsher and deeper than I would if I saw them coming. The surprise makes me feel them as they are without preparation.

It makes my pussy throb harder.

"You think you deserve to be fucked?" She asks lowly.

It's the first time she's uttered a word to me since she blindfolded, gagged and hogtied me. I feel a fresh wave of butterflies flying in my stomach, a new wave of excitement, and an even more intense throb in my pussy that causes more arousal to seep out of me and onto the table.

When I nod, she stops in front of me and pulls the ball gag down out of my mouth.

"I'll be good," I add hoarsely, my jaw tight and sore.

Electra's hand finds my cheek, then slides to my neck and wraps around my throat. She squeezes the sides tight, effectively cutting off my air supply. I squirm, fighting against the restraints, and wheeze as she whispers in my ear.

"You forgot to say please."

She loosens her grip just enough for me to draw a half of a breath and speak.

"Please...fuck me...Electra," I manage.

"Such a good girl. Was that so hard, babygirl?" She asks.

I bite back a bratty response. The need to be fucked overtaking the want to be a brat. I desperately need to cum, and if I say something to piss her off, she'll cane me again and not let me cum all might.