"Perfect." Arthur said as he set the plate directly onto the small of her back. She could feel the heat from the warm food through it, but it felt warm and comfortable and didn't weigh too much. Arthur put his right hand on the back of her thigh and stroked upwards, gripping her butt once more.
"Now, you have a punishment coming to you, right?" Arthur asked, almost rhetorically.
"I usually like to give those immediately after the offense, to really let the lesson sink in, but there wasn't time this morning. Do you remember what it is you're being punished for?" Arthur asked.
"For pleasuring myself without your permission." Selene answered shyly.
"And why did you play with yourself before I woke up?" Arthur asked.
"Because I..." Selene had to think for a moment. "Because I'm a slut." She confessed. "I was horny when I woke up, thinking about what we did the night before, and then I started to get off thinking about waking you up with a blow job, but you woke up before I could."
Arthur felt himself responding to the idea, but he kept to the task at hand.
"I want you to understand, you're not in trouble because you're a slut. You're in trouble because you disobeyed your master. I told you to ask permission, and you did not. Do you understand?" Arthur asked.
"I understand, Master." Selene answered.
"And what will you do next time?" Arthur asked.
"I will ask permission." Selene answered.
"Good." Arthur squeezed her ass. "Now, I'm going to give you some positive and negative reinforcement." He explained. "I am going to spank you, and every time I spank you, I want you to say: I will not play with myself without permission. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master." Selene answered, squirming slightly over his lap.
"And I am going to feed you your favorite dumplings, by the way. I put both orders on this plate, but you are going to have to earn them. And every time I give you one, I want you to say: I will ask permission. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master." Selene answered and closed her eyes in anticipation.
Arthur squeezed her ass again, first one cheek and then the other. Then he rubbed for a few seconds as if warming her up beneath the stretchy yoga pants. Then his hand left her backside for a moment, and it took all of her concentration not to brace herself as she waited. He held his hand up in the air, testing her, but she didn't break the pose or look at him, and finally, he brought his hand down on the middle of her left cheek.
"I will not play with myself, without permission." Selene whispered.
Arthur brought his hand down on the other cheek, harder this time.
"I will not play with myself, without permission." Selene said.
Arthur rubbed for a moment and then brought his hand down vertically on the top of her ass, striking both cheeks across his hand.
"I will not play with myself, without permission." Selene said quickly.
This time, he came up from her thighs, striking the bottom of her left butt cheek, quickly followed by the same strike on her right.
"I will not play with myself, without permission." Selene repeated. "I will not play with myself, without permission."
"Good girl." Arthur said and brought his left hand down in front of her face. A perfect little dumpling rested in his palm, and he brought it to her lips with a flat hand as if he were feeding a pet. Selene nuzzled her face against his hand and took the dumpling in one bite, which took her a bit to chew down since she would typically have eaten it in three.
"I will ask permission." She said after she swallowed.
He fed her a second dumpling in the same way, and she chewed it, happily this time, as he fed himself with the chopsticks on the plate.
"I will ask permission." Selene repeated.
Arthur teased her with the third dumpling a bit, moving it away from her mouth as she went to bite down, but she didn't break her pose or look at him. She exhaled and said: "I will ask permission."
Arthur fed her the third dumpling and smiled as he chewed one of his own. Once he finished it, he used both his hands to roll the yoga pant's waistband down and then pull the pants down to her thighs where he left them, trapping her legs together from the strength of the elastic.
Her butt showed just the faintest hint of red from the spankings, a soft blush on otherwise pale skin framed by a blue thong. He rubbed her right cheek again, then spanked it and enjoyed the sound of skin slapping skin as it smacked through the apartment.
"I will not play with myself, without permission." Selene said.
The seventh spank struck a little harder than the last and nearly jostled the plate on her back. Arthur held it steady with his left while his right administered the rest of her spanking.
"I will not play with myself, without permission." Selene said again.
The eighth spank was hard enough to warrant a jostle, but Selene pushed against it with her forearms on the sofa and did her best not to move.
"I will not play with myself, without permission." Selene said with a slight intake of breath. "I will not play with myself, without permission." Selene said as the ninth smack followed up immediately. "I will not play with myself, without permission." Selene whimpered at the tenth spank, even harder than the ninth.
Arthur set the plate back on her back, and another dumpling appeared in front of her mouth.
"I will ask permission." Selene said and then took the dumpling from his hand. Two more dumplings and two more recitations: "I will ask permission" followed.
Then Arthur returned to the spanking. He could feel the heat and see the redness starting to spread. Each place he struck was new this time, but he kept the intensity and strength behind the spanks the same. Just enough to rock her forward a little bit, and drive her just a little bit into his lap, where she could feel his growing appreciation for her red backside.
"I will not play with myself, without permission." Eleven.
"I will not play with myself, without permission." Twelve.
"I will not play with myself, without permission." Thirteen.
"I will not play with myself, without permission." Fourteen.
"I will not play with myself, without permission." Fifteen.
By the fifteenth, Selene's voice had become quiet and concentrated, focusing through the pain to say the words without adding any extra or missing anything important. Her breathing shifted from calm and relaxed to heavier and focused. She was concentrating, which was precisely where Arthur wanted her.
He picked up the paddle and felt her shiver as he pressed it between her legs and ran its edge along her soaked thong panties. He smirked as he saw the glisten on the edge as he withdrew it, and then passed it to his left hand and brought that same edge in front of her face.
"Lick it off." Arthur instructed.
Selene hesitated, but only for a moment before her head bobbed slightly forward, and she ran her tongue over the leather. It was not an entirely pleasant taste. There was something deliciously sexy about it, especially when Arthur spoke again.
"You're enjoying this punishment, aren't you?" Arthur asked.
Selene did her best not to smile but didn't answer.
"Answer me when I ask you a question, slut." Arthur struck her rear harder than he had before in a quick stinging slap that made her gasp before she answered.
"Sorry Master. Yes, Master. I... I am enjoying my punishment." Selene answered.
"Are you learning your lesson at least?" Arthur asked.
"I think so, Master." Selene answered. "I will not play with myself, without permission. I will ask permission." She repeated.
"You think so..." Arthur murmured as if to himself. "Do you want to play with yourself right now?"
"Yes, Master." Selene answered, panting.
"Why don't you?" Arthur asked.
"Because you haven't told me to." Selene answered. "Because I do not have permission."
"But you want to?" Arthur asked.
"Yes, Master. Desperately." Selene answered. She would have been squirming on his lap if not for the plate on her back and her fear of knocking the dumplings to the floor and robbing her master of his dinner.
"Why have you not asked permission?" Arthur asked.
"I-" Selene paused for a moment. She hadn't thought to ask for permission. She thought Arthur would tell her eventually when he wanted her to play with herself, if he wanted her to, or if he would just pleasure her himself through the course of their play. "Because I'm a dumb slut." Selene answered, which was not what Arthur was expecting.
He chuckled to himself. "A dumb slut." He repeated. "Let's see if I can't teach you."
And with that, he lifted the plate off her back, placed it on the leftmost couch cushion, and the spankings began in earnest. Sixteen and seventeen landed across both cheeks with the paddle that made a satisfying sound against her flesh. Eighteen and nineteen were slightly lighter but filled out the growing redness on her butt. Twenty and twenty-one were the hardest yet, and she bucked over him, which made him reach out with his left hand, grip her braid, and give it a taut pull. Her body pressed into his lap, and she felt him press against her in response. She moaned as he pulled her head back, and she struggled to pull forward to keep the pose, just as twenty-two and twenty-three sounded through the small apartment.
Twenty-four landed across the top of her thighs, and she squealed a high-pitch keening noise that escaped her throat. The twenty-fifth stroke landed flat against the roundest part of her butt and was so hard Arthur thought for a moment he'd gone too far when she failed to recite her phrase for a moment.
Instead, she whispered. "Please, Master. May I play with myself? May I cum?"
"You may play with yourself." Arthur answered. "But you do not have permission to cum, and you will ask permission before you do - won't you slut?"
"Yes, Master." Selene answered hurriedly as she moved her right hand from the sofa cushion in front of her, across Arthur's lap, until her fingers finally reached between her legs. She started fingering herself as quickly as she could while the bottom of her palm ground against her clit.
Arthur reached over her a bit awkwardly at first, but quickly enough that it didn't disrupt her masturbating, and took up the riding crop from the coffee table. Selene gasped but didn't stop, and strike twenty-six across her ass left a fine red line and was met with a genuine cry of pleasure as Selene threw her head back. Twenty-seven must have stung with the strength behind it and how quickly he jerked it away, but Selene's yelping cry at the blow was mingled with a throaty gasp of pleasure and a soft moan as she grit her teeth.
Twenty-eight was the hand again, firm and hard. Selene moaned in her throat, and her hand started working double-time. Arthur reached over with his left hand, casually, and ate a dumpling as he watched her finger herself for a moment, laid face-down over his lap and gasping for breath with her face turned but still pressed into the couch cushion.
His right hand reached for the paddle, and strike twenty-nine nearly knocked her forward without her right hand to brace her. Her cry was the loudest yet.
"Please, Master. May I cum?" Selene begged, struggling to get the words out as Arthur laid the stinging blow of number thirty across her backside courtesy of the crop.
"No." Arthur answered calmly, as he began to rub her ass once more.
"Please?!" Selene gasped. "Please Sir. Please? May I cum?"
"I said no." Arthur said calmly as he watched her wriggle over his lap.
Selene tried to plead further, but all that came out was little gasps and high-pitched throaty noises that were undecipherable if they were supposed to be words at all.
"You do not cum without permission." Arthur reprimanded her as he seized her wrist and wrenched her arm from under her. She struggled, trying to keep her hand where it was, but he brought it back against her back with his right hand and pinned her left to the couch cushion ahead of her.
She wriggled and writhed for a few moments, desperately trying to rub her legs together to catch that sweet release, but it was too late. Arthur knew when to stop her, and the abrupt end of her stimulation happened just before she hit the crest that would have pushed her over the edge. She whined, literally whined, as she tried to rub against him but couldn't find the angle to stimulate her clit.
"Will you pleasure yourself without permission again?" Arthur asked as he raised his brow and looked down at her.
She looked back at him over her shoulder and shook her head. "No, sir, I promise. I won't. Please..."
"Not this time. The next time you go to act like a slut without permission, I want you to remember this. Understand?"
Selene gave a frustrated groan, but seeing that Arthur was serious and not going to change his mind, she slowly started to nod. Still, her voice was sad when she finally responded. "Yes, Master."
"Good girl." Arthur said with a growing smirk. "Now. there's quite a bit of food left, are you ready to take a break?" Arthur asked as he reached forward and rubbed her butt again.
It took a few moments of silence filled only by Selene's panting, which turned to deep breaths, which finally turned into shallow breaths before she answered. "Yes, sir." Selene nodded."May I stand?"
Arthur nodded and helped Selene stand up, which was only slightly awkward because the yoga pants clung halfway down her thighs.
"May I undress, sir?" Selene asked, standing still until she received an answer.
"Leave the thong on. I like the color on you, and it contrasts with your red cheeks nicely."
"Yes, Master." Selene whispered. Then she reached down and peeled down the yoga pants until she could pull her legs out of them one by one, and then she quickly removed the cami. She folded them both and held them out in front of her.
"Do you want them?" Selene asked.
"Yes." Arthur said and traded her the now empty plate. "Go and fill this with some of the rest of the food. And there's another plate on the kitchen table for you."
"Yes, Master." Selene answered, and she moved quickly, though she was very aware of the air in the apartment as it brushed against her heated backside. She blushed for a moment as she caught Arthur watching her from the sofa and did her best to look away from him and pay attention to the containers of food on the table.
Arthur stood and walked to his bedroom. In there, he opened the junk drawer of his dresser, the top left-hand drawer, and placed the rest of Selene's clothes in there where he'd placed the others. He took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was slightly out of place, so he did his best to fix it, and then he took another look at himself.
He knew he should be studying. There was a quiz tomorrow. A single unexpected conversation over dinner completely derailed his original plan for the night. He looked at the door, knowing that Selene was waiting on the other side of it, waiting and eager to serve him, sexually and otherwise. She was a natural slave, and she reveled in it. He was enjoying it too, but now that they weren't in the moment, he worried they were going to have a hard time keeping it up at this pace.
In the end, his still-erect dick told his brain to worry about that when they came to it, and his stomach reminded him that it didn't matter what either his dick or brain wanted. He'd teased it with a few dumplings, but it wanted the rest of the food whose aroma was floating through the apartment.
He stepped out of the bedroom and stopped for a step as he took in the sight before him. Selene was kneeling between the sofa and coffee table, with her head down and her hands raised in offering. In her hands was a plate with a portion of their takeout, wontons, spare ribs, an egg roll, and some crab rangoon. It was a substantial meal for the hungry. He looked around for a moment and spotted her plate, just behind her on the floor.
He sat on the sofa and half expected her to place the plate in his lap, but she did not. Instead, without looking up, he heard her ask: "May I feed you, Master?"
Arthur had a different plan in his head for this next part, but her offer was intriguing, and she looked very delicious herself. He considered for a moment and then continued to the corner seat on the couch and sat down.
"Very well." Arthur said as he patted his lap.
Selene stood and moved the plate to her right hand as she sat across his lap with her left hip against his stomach and his right arm cradling her back as it rested against the sofa arm.
She put the plate on her lap and felt the food's heat on her upper thighs and abs. Then she took a wonton off the plate and brought it to his lips. Arthur smirked and bit it, fumbling a bit as it proved difficult to tear. Selene moved the plate to catch the crumbs.
"How will you eat?" He asked after he chewed.
"I got a plate for myself." Selene answered as Arthur took another bite. "I will eat after you do."
"What if I want to make use of you after I've eaten?" Arthur asked.
"Then I will eat when you permit it." Selene answered quickly.
Arthur smirked and continued eating pieces of food as she offered them up to him. There wasn't anything particularly erotic about eating, but sitting this way, and the service she was offering him, definitely stirred something within him. As he ate, the silence hung between them, but he noticed that it wasn't an awkward silence. It felt perfectly natural to sit here, with her in his lap, eating from her fingers as she raised morsels to his mouth with a smile.
"I'm full." Arthur announced once he'd eaten enough to fill his stomach. He didn't want to overstuff himself, and the best part of takeout was the leftovers anyway.
"May I eat now, or would you like to make use of your slut?" Selene asked. Arthur could hear the hope in her voice, but he couldn't tell which option she was more hopeful for. She'd eaten a little with the dumplings he fed her, so maybe she wanted to cum? Of course, she wanted to cum, he knew that, but he wasn't ready to let her just yet.
"Go ahead and eat in the stool position." Arthur answered since he'd noticed the plate she prepared for herself was on the floor. "I'm going to use you as a stool and watch some television while you eat."
"Yes, master." Selene answered as she slid from his lap and carried his plate away into the kitchen. When she returned, she brought the remote for the TV with her, handed it to Arthur, and then assumed the stool position. She went into Child's pose first, then came out of it a little and placed her forearms on the floor on either side of her plate. Her head bobbed to pick up her morsels, shifting her back and shoulders when she did, but Arthur didn't complain. He sat and rested his feet on her upper back as though she were a stool, and he turned on the television.
For some reason, he couldn't find anything more interesting to look at than the burning red marks on Selene's ass as her cheeks framed the cool blue thong she wore. After a few moments, he slid his feet off her back and let his heels slide against it on their way down. She hitched her breath as he did it but didn't stop eating and tried not to move. The skin was red and warm, but he'd been light enough that it didn't need aloe. He'd warmed her up, which was half the point of the punishment.
Arthur turned the television off. Selene looked over her shoulder at him but then looked back at her plate when she saw him watching her. She was determined not to break her pose.
"Stay." He said calmly as he brought his feet under himself and stood up. She obeyed, and he went into the second bedroom for a moment. It was his 'office' since he didn't have a roommate, and he did all of his homework there. He got his textbook and notes for the quiz tomorrow and went back to the couch.
Selene must have stolen a glance at it because when he came back and sat down, putting his feet on her back again, she couldn't help but ask: "Are you done playing with me, Master?"
"Did I say I was done with you?" Arthur asked as he calmly opened the textbook in his lap and started flipping pages.
"No sir." Selene answered.
"Then I must still have something in mind for you. Now be a good foot stool, until I need you to be something else."
"Yes, sir." Selene answered.
Arthur smiled softly. He knew it wasn't the most pleasurable thing to ask her to do, but he didn't plan on having her do it for long. He knew that in that position, her body was probably going to start getting stiff and tired within a few minutes. She'd wanted to try out objectification, so Arthur thought he would give her the chance to try it out and get some studying done simultaneously. Though, it was difficult to focus on anything other than the primarily nude woman beneath his feet.
He glanced at her a few times as he read over his notes, but she remained dutifully still and silent. He supposed her yoga training had her hold positions far worse than this regularly. Whatever pain was in her arms or legs, whatever ache was working its way through her muscles, she didn't complain. She breathed, and for a moment, he thought she might have fallen asleep, except that he caught her looking over her shoulder at him.
"Perhaps my Master would like to sit at the table, to do his studying? And his slave could take care of him from beneath it?" Selene was careful to phrase both suggestions as a question, but it still brought a smirk to his face. He'd thought of that already, but no. He wanted them both to wind down a little before he wound her up again. That was the point of what they were currently doing.
He thought about saying something, about starting up the next phase of their time together, but then he went back to his reading in silence, letting it answer her question for him. He was determined to at least get one section done, and then they could play. That was his goal, and the quicker he got it done, the quicker she could reap the reward. So he focused, and within a few minutes, he had gone over the section he'd intended and reviewed his notes. Surely that was enough for the quiz tomorrow?
He took his feet off her back and closed the book in his lap with a loud clap. She didn't jump or move. He smiled as he stood up and put the books back in the study. Then he returned to the living room, ignoring her, and went into the kitchen. He tidied up the rest of the food and put the leftovers away in the fridge. Then he lit the candle to clear away the smell of the food, which only whetted Selene's appetite for something else entirely.
The smell of vanilla filled the apartment like it had the night before, and she remembered all the pleasures she'd endured while it was lit. She licked her lips, hidden as she was behind the coffee table from Arthur's view. He set the candle back on the dining room table and walked back into the living room. Then he sat down.
"Table." Arthur commanded.
Selene came out of the stool position with a sigh of relief as she stood on her hands and knees.
"Display."
Selene stumbled for a moment as she stood up. All told, she'd only spent a little less than ten minutes in the stool position, but it felt like much longer.
Arthur stood and circled her once more. He traced his fingers over her breasts and played with her nipples until they were standing at attention once more. Selene kept her pose and her posture perfect until he let his fingers wander down and dip between her legs. She moved her hips forward a little as if eager to greet him, but he didn't penetrate her. He simply wanted to see if she was still in the mood. She was.
"Nadu." Arthur instructed.
Selene didn't hesitate to drop to her knees, spread her thighs apart, and take the position.
"Such an obedient slave." Arthur praised her, and she blushed in response but did not speak. "Crawl forward. Bring me your blindfold."
Selene obeyed, staying on her hands and knees as she crawled to the coffee table and sought out the blindfold there. She picked it up gently between her teeth, having to press her cheek against the table to do it, and then crawled back to where Arthur stood in the space between the living room furniture and the bedroom doors.
"Nadu." Arthur repeated, and Selene took the position with the blindfold still in her mouth. Arthur pulled it gently from her, and she released it. Then he brought it down over her eyes, and the room went dark for her.
She could smell the candle with its vanilla and hints of other spices. She could smell his soap, and she felt his hand on her shoulder and listened to his footsteps on the soft carpet as he came around in front of her, walked a little bit away, and then came back.
When he returned, she felt him playing with her breasts again, and she did her best to kneel straight with her chest thrust forward, hoping not to make it too obvious. He slapped her tit, which caused her to gasp in surprise, but she did not break the position, nor did she cry out. The sting of it made her flush, and she took in a sharp inhale of breath as she felt the small rubber clamp close over her left nipple. Then she felt the steel chain brush against her stomach before he slapped the right breast and then placed the next clamp over it.
She felt a tug as he lifted the chain and pulled it slightly upward so that both clamps were pulling on her nipples slightly.
"Wait." Arthur instructed. Selene rocked backward to take her feet but felt the strong pull of the chain still in Arthur's hand as she did so and nearly fell forward out of instinct. Instead, she gasped but managed to keep her momentum as Arthur lifted his hand with her. Then she crossed her arms behind her back and waited as Arthur stepped away again.
"Widen your feet." Arthur instructed, and Selene obeyed. There was a pause. "You look very enticing right now, slave. I want to throw you down on the floor and fuck you like you deserve more punishment."
Selene bit her lip, and her voice fluttered a bit when she answered. "I eagerly give you my body and want you to use me as you see fit. Please, Master, use your fuck toy."
She could hear Arthur exhale. But the next time she felt him, he was behind her, and he didn't take her to the floor, but he did clasp restraints over her wrists and her upper arms just above her elbows. Then he fastened them together so that her arms were crossed above the small of her back.
"This is not a punishment." He said in a harsh tone. "You have my permission to cum. Now open your mouth."
She obeyed, and she felt him press something into her mouth. The ball gag tasted like clean rubber, tasteless in its way, and she breathed deeply through her nose as he pushed it behind her teeth and tightened the leather strap behind her head. She bit into it to test it a little and found it surprisingly springy.
Then she felt him notch something against the folds between her legs, and she stiffened but then did her best to relax. He brushed his fingers against her pubic mound and stretched her thong down a little as he pushed her vibrator into her, notching it against her clit and letting her thong hold it in place as he withdrew his hand. Then he turned it on, and her legs nearly gave out.
He caught her by the shoulder as she adjusted to it, and she swallowed thickly as she tried her best not to drool from the gag in her mouth. She panted and moaned a little as he set her upright again, and then she felt the tug at the chain against her breast.
Arthur tested her and teased her with his hands as they stroked, tugged, brushed, and played with the sensitive spots of her body. Her neck, breasts, stomach, hips, thighs, everything was his to touch and play with as he wanted to. Her eyes went wide under the blindfold as his hand, and she moaned involuntarily against the ball gag as Arthur caressed her reddened ass.
"Maybe someday I'll fuck you in the ass while this little toy buzzes away in your pussy and some penis gag fills your throat." Arthur mused. "Or maybe I'll fuck your throat and let some plug have your behind."
Selene drooled at the thought. Literally.
"Or maybe I ought to have your cunt for myself, and let the gag and plug have your other holes. Maybe I'll just fill you with all three - the gag, the vibrator, and the plug, tie you to the wall over there, and leave you to enjoy yourself while I go on my date tomorrow night and fuck Kelly. Then later, when I come home, if I decide you've been a good girl and earned some release. I might let you suck me off so you can taste what both of us were like together."
Selene's moan was much louder than Arthur expected. It surprised him, but luckily the blindfold kept Selene from noticing.
"You like that idea, obviously." Arthur chuckled to himself. "Does the thought of me fucking Kelly turn you on? Do you think I should call her up, and see if she's free tonight?"
Selene moaned something against the gag in her mouth but nodded to communicate her desire as clearly as if she'd spoken. Perhaps more clearly, given the urgency of the nod and the whine that followed as she flexed her thighs.
Arthur adjusted the speed on the vibrator, bringing it up a notch.
"Maybe I ought to order some more takeout and see if that delivery girl wants to come in so I can fuck her. You can stay just where you are, as you are, cumming as many times as you can while you listen to me bend her over the sofa and-" Arthur's voice cut off as he moved to catch Selene, but she didn't fall. She quivered. Her legs buckled under her a little, but she kept standing.
Selene tried to say please through the gag, but all that came out was a pitchy intonation of desperate need.
Arthur moved behind her. Then Arthur reached over her, pressing her to him, cupped one of her breasts in his fingers, and squeezed the vibrator in her with his other. He partially held her up as he brought his lips to her ear and whispered.
"Maybe, if you're a good girl. I'll even let you watch. And if you're a very good girl, I'll let you clean me off when I'm done with her, and let you sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed after we pass out from fucking."
Selene screamed into the gag and came with a convulsion that ripped through her entire body as it folded and unfolded against the tight grip of Arthur's iron arms that held her in place. He turned the vibrator off but left it in her and gently lowered her to the floor as she collapsed against him, her arms still bound behind her back.
She seemed to be trying to say something, but the gag was getting in the way, so Arthur removed it.
"Please, fuck me sir." Selene panted.
"Don't you need a few moments to recover from-"
"Please, sir! FUCK ME! I AM YOUR SLUT! FUCK ME!" Selene begged, with that beg turning into a yell in her desperation.
Arthur glanced toward the door, then to his bedroom door as he lifted off her blindfold. She blinked a few times but found his face as quickly as she could.
"Please..." She whispered. "I've been a good girl, Master. Haven't I? I've been a good slut for you. Please fuck me. Fill me. Fuck me. Take me. Right here. Use me like your fuck toy. I'll be a good fuck toy for you, Master."
At first, Arthur thought he might try to take her somewhere more comfortable. The sofa, or perhaps the bed, but the desperation in her voice as she begged him to fuck her overcame that sensibility almost immediately. He slid out from behind her, moved to her front, and grabbed her thong. He pulled it down, harshly and quickly, as she lifted her butt off the carpet to ease the passage, but it still stretched the thong as he pulled it down and off her legs completely.
He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her: fully naked, panting on her back on his carpet, her arms bound behind her with leather cuffs on her wrists and arms, the vibrator still stuffed inside her but motionless, the clamps on her nipples, the gag pulled down out of her mouth, the plain leather collar snug against her throat and the blindfold by her head on the floor as her wild blue eyes searched for him and found him.
He shoved his pants down and kneed her legs apart as he moved over her. He pulled the vibrator out of her, and she didn't have to wait more than a few seconds before he rammed himself into her in its place. He was bigger than it was, but she was soaked and ready for him. She was eager, even. His pelvis ground against her clit as she slammed her into the carpet with enough force to make her cry out. She would have tried to wrap her arms around him, but they were bound behind her back, so she bucked her hips instead, trying to fuck him even as he fucked her.
Arthur ground his teeth a little and held himself over her. Then he slammed home again. He started slow but hard, thrusting his body against hers, pinning her to the ground, and pressing the soft carpet and the hard floor beneath it against her reddened ass. His pace only quickened from there, and Selene's guttural moans in rhythm with their fucking became screams. At least, until Arthur cut them off for the sake of his neighbors by forcing the gag back into her mouth.
"Such a fucking slut." Arthur growled as he fucked her. "My slut." He started to say as his hand clamped around her throat. He squeezed, and he watched her eyes brighten as she felt him choking her. He only did it for a few seconds, and then he needed to regain his balance by putting his hand back on the carpet. She bucked under him, breathing hard through the gag as she tried to catch her breath, fuck him back, and hold on to the floor for all she was worth.
He felt her wet muscles try to clamp down on him as he thrust forward, but it wasn't until he felt her tighten in anticipation that he let himself start to think about cumming. She began to shake beneath him, and he shoved forward just as she bucked upward against him, and then he held as his body tightened every muscle, and he felt his body spasm in every conceivable way as he filled her.
"That's a good slut." He panted as they both came down from their orgasm. "Such a fucking, good slut." He couldn't help but lower himself to the carpet next to her and roll off her. She rolled immediately to remain with her front toward him, putting her on her side. He rested his head back against the carpet and took a deep breath.
"Shit, Selene. That was amazing." Arthur gasped as he opened his eyes and looked down toward her face.
"Mmmhmm." Selene nodded slightly and mumbled through her gag.
Arthur laughed and propped himself up on his elbows. He knew if he let himself rest now, he would end up falling asleep, and he still had more plans for tonight. The night was still relatively young, after all.
"Roll over." Arthur instructed. "Face down."
Selene hesitated, unsure of what he had planned, but only for a moment. She rolled back, over her hands, onto her other side, and then face down on the floor. Arthur reached over and unclipped the clips holding her wrists to her upper arms so she could drop her hands to her sides.
"Leave the ball gag in, but take the restraints off. Then go run some hot water for a bath. I think I need to get cleaned up a little."
Selene tried to say, "Yes, Master." But it came out as syllabic nonsense through the gag. He watched her stand and take off the cuffs. He watched as she walked over to the coffee table and laid them out where they'd been. Then he watched as she did the same with the vibrator and her thong. He was going to need a carpet cleaner, but for now, he didn't mind the spot or the smell they'd made. It was deviously arousing, now that he thought about it.
Selene then went into the bathroom, and he heard the water start running. Tonight was going to be a good night.