Tomorrow.............

Her hands itched to move
Her eyes begged for release
Her feet tingled to kick
Her throat burned from screams
Her thighs glistened with wetness
Her globes purple with fire
Her nipples cried for freedom
Her anus burned with fullness
Her cunt  twitched with need
Her voice begged for more.


He allowed his gaze only to touch her. Tonight, he had felt the need for enforcement. She had done nothing but please him, serve him, love him. He had tied her spread eagle on the bed after clamping her nipples, pushed them into the mattress, the weight of her body adding to her torture. He'd plugged her with the largest of plugs, warmed her ass with his hand and then moved on, alternating between the stinging cane which left such lovely lines and the wooden paddle which reddened so deeply. He'd knelt by her head, shoving his cock deep into her throat, whipping her back and ass with the leather flogger. He'd soothed her, pouring his seed down her throat. Tomorrow, he knew, her ass would be bruised, her nipples to tender for a bra, her ass sensitive to a whisper's touch.

Tomorrow she'd fight him. Argue. Become surly. Tomorrow he'd fuck her. Fuck her mouth, her cunt, her ass. She'd cry a bit, but unless she said "Stop" he would continue. He'd use her. Remind her of her place. Of her purpose. Tomorrow he'd allow his Love release.