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He watched her with amazement.

Lauren was so incredibly beautiful, so sexy, so…good for him as in obedient, enthusiastic, passionate beyond reasoning, and so much more.

Her intelligence was so very high and her personality? She lit up a room just by walking into it. Yet, she was before him now on her knees and elbows with a shiny, tubular collar around her neck. A silver chain leash went from it to his hand. Her head was bowed as she awaited his command. She’d held still for fifteen minutes now without moving a muscle.

All of her kinks matched his and she’d learned a few more because she knew he’d wanted them from her. Being objectified was a strong one for both of them. Right now, Lauren was just a table or a chair or just an object. She would stay that way until he released her from it.

He’d used her as a tray for his food. She would go over his lap and he put the plate on her lower back. Perfectly still, she stayed there while he ate and watched sports some nights. Usually, he put his fork or knife, by the handle up her anus because he could and she knew it. She’d hold still and keep it there until released.

After those nights, she was so hot and horny that he always needed to sleep in the next day. She could be a very needy slut when roused. After reclaiming every hole, she’d then beg him to make her sob. He would send her to the toys and tell her to pick out three bad ones. Never had she disappointed him and often she trembled as she handed the implements to him then bent over the bed and begged him to begin.

Lauren loved to be hurt by him and he loved to hurt her. It was a symbiotic relationship for each of them. She had very, very few hard limits. One of the funniest ones was she could not stand whipped cream. If he truly wished to punish her then he tied her down before applying some on her breasts and her pussy before licking it all up…very slowly. Her eyes got a little wild in those times, but she endured it when she knew it was deserved.

It happened very rarely that she’d forget her mouth and swear a blue-streak at him. The clover clamps often brought it out of her. He thought maybe it was because of her large nipples. She had some of the largest he’d ever owned. They were so nice to suck, bite, nibble, and more.

They had a deal struck long ago. If he ever commanded her to do something she truly didn’t want to do? She could tell him, “Please, Sir, no?” It was a lovely, sexy way to beg him not to do it to her. It was her only way to tell him no…only way. She’d agreed to it and used it very sparingly.

On his side of it, if he really wanted her to do a thing then he would emphasize the word will. You will do this. Lauren could exercise her “Please, Sir, no?” as a stop to it but he could overrule it with his will. So far, he’d never tried it. He wasn’t sure what she would do and suspected she didn’t either.

There wasn’t a degradation name or description she shied away from when he used it on her. He did have a bit of a degradation kink and she had an even stronger one. Slut, Whore, Fucktoy, Sex Slave, Cunt, Porn Princess, she loved all of them and they often made her more horny when he used them!

He’d warned her when they started that over ninety-percent of the time he would fuck her from behind…either hold. Vaginal sex was not as fun to him as just being mean about it or degrading. Lauren lapped it up and begged for another round.

There was one problem and it was a big one. No one could ever know about him and Lauren. Why? For a host of reasons that mostly stemmed from the fact she was famous and her face graced billboards, bus sides, and commercials everywhere.

Her jet-black, straight-hair that framed her heart-shaped face. She wasn’t overly fond of clothes so wore as little as she could. Her favorite was a vest only with nothing under it. Her spectacular breasts almost on full display.

No one could know she was owned and possessed by anyone. Her career as an actress and model would be ruined if she was no longer “available” in the eyes of the public.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Sir?” She’d asked in the beginning. “You can never tell anyone. I am madly and completely yours and your property, your fuckdoll, fucktoy, but only in private.”

It was kind of too late by then since he’d already “tasted the goods.” They’d met by accident when she’d stopped him in a lobby once to see if he was okay. He wasn’t okay then since he’d just lost a submissive who meant a lot to him. She saw it and wanted to comfort him.

He didn’t recognize who she was until after the second drink at the hotel bar. She’d waved it off as no big deal and had liked that he chose to be with her for her and not for the fame.

“Ellie?” He called to her now.

Her head came up. “Yes, Sir?”

Ellie was her slave name. Ellie was a nasty cum-slut, fucktoy guinea pig for all his sadistic pleasures, and did things Lauren would never and could never do!

He snapped his fingers and pointed to in front of him.

She nodded and crawled to where he had pointed.

“Display.” He calmly commanded.

She sat back on her heels, chest out, arms behind her, and thighs spread painfully apart. If he looked closely, he could see the slight drip of her juices trying to escape and roll to the floor.

“Open.” He told her.

She opened her mouth obediently and stuck her tongue out part way.

Unzipping as he approached, he watched her eyes heat up. She loved cock. She loved sucking cock and did a damned good job of it, too.

“No hands.” He warned her.

“Yes, Master.” She breathed. That title only ever came out of her when her submissive level had hit close to the deepest ever. Her eyes watched him as he approached and stuck the tip inside her lips.

He could see the pleading in her eyes to let her blow him, please? Pretty please? It was plainly written in those eyes and the needy look of her mouth.

“No hands.” He warned her.

She nodded and began to suck him deeper….and deeper. Her lips slid up his rod until she was near his pelvis. This whole time her eyes never left his. Her head began to bob now as she upped her rhythm and strength.

“Mmmm? Mmmmm! mmmmmhmmm….mmmm?” She made the cutest, sexiest noises begging for him with her mouth full already. Finally, she moaned deeply because she knew it would vibrate his core. He let out a long breath.

There was just something about her that riled up his demons who were never fed enough by their reckoning. She brought out the beast in him and took care of him, loved him, and took all his wicked ideas upon her flesh. Her blow job skills were without equal but he decided he didn’t want it like this.

Bring his hands up to the sides of her head.

“Wider and stop sucking.” He told her.

She quickly obeyed. “Yes, Sir.”

Grabbing her by the ears, he began to thrust into her mouth and back…over and over and over…he was fucking her mouth! Very good. It was so damned good to abuse such an angel. His dirty, fallen angel was what she was for him.

Soft gags and whimpers came from her now as he really began to thrust deeper which made him all the more hard until it hurt! She was good at making him throb and enjoyed it a little too much.

He looked down to see the one thing that marked her as his. It was subtle and no one had commented on it anywhere when she’d started to wear it over a month ago. It was a tiny silver anklet that looked like the collar she wore now. She loved the anklet and had picked it out.

She’d vowed it would never be taken off every and he believed her. Everyone else thought it was just jewelry but only they knew differently. He was fine with it. Of course, he’d be fine with being set afire if it meant they could stay together.

A sob sounded from her as her eyes began to look wild! Just the touch he needed and she knew it, the vixen! Her eyes took on a light of victory as he succumbed and began to unload down her throat. She sucked and swallowed with obvious pleasure.

Licking him up afterwards, asked her first question of the night.

“Is my master pleased?” She purred for him.

“I am, thank you.” He smiled down at her.

“Good.” She grinned.

“Is my cum-queen happy?” He asked.

“Very much so, Sir. Very much.” She repeated it again. “But…”

He smiled. His greedy pain-slut wanted something more.

“Go bring three, Ellie.” He motioned for her to go.

She was up in a shot and giggled as she ran to the toy chest.