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All good things must come to an end. Thanks to moonmagiclady for spinning a web we’d gratefully get stuck in.

On Loan Conclusion
By moonmagiclady

I ask my Dom if we may roll down the windows to enjoy the cool night air while the cab cruises over the Pali.  He agrees and the breeze revives me from my stupor a little.  I love gazing out over the ocean at night, the stars seem to go on forever and ever fading off into the horizon and one feels incredibly far away from anything that has every happened.  Even though we are not close to the shore, we are high enough up that we can still see the endless darkness that is the ocean and nighttime

He seems content at the moment to simply run his hands over my still bound and aroused body.  The cab driver’s eyes occasionally drift back to watch what is going on, but a peeping cabdriver is nothing to what most of this trip has included, we both ignore it.  My Dom’s hands roam my body with a firm gentleness that surprises me, but that I enjoy thoroughly as I know it isn’t all my night will consist of…

His fingers draw across my soft belly, still lightly scarred from my pregnancy but flat and fit now, to run lightly over the slightly ticklish spot at the arch of my hip.  The soft hollow there is so sensitive, and his caress at first tickles me, but then his fingers dig in slightly causing a small shift in my belly as I preview what the night holds.  I try to twist my hip away almost without thinking and with a snarl his grip tightens while his other hand slides over the sensitive underside of my exposed breasts then moves further in to abruptly pinch my tight nipples hard and mercilessly.

I moan and squirm again, but this time against his body that I am laying across, trying in desperation to convey my need to please, please, please, let him take me without restraint when we get to the hotel.  The driver glances into his mirror again and is treated to the sight of my Dom with one hand squeezing my breast hard while the other moves from my hips to slide first his thumb then his fingers across my lips and into my mouth.

I don’t need a command to expose my sluttiness, even though one has already been snarled at me.  Back arching I suck and lick frantically at his fingers while his other hand moves leisurely back and forth from one breast to the other, sometimes caressing, sometimes pinching or squeezing, all of it driving my arousal the overwhelming feeling of nothing but NEED to even higher and deeper levels.

He pulls his hand from my mouth and wipes my saliva on my cheek before burying his fingers in my hair and slowly, savoring the feeling of my body tightening, he arches my back over his lap, both breasts now exposed to the driver. (A quiet, slightly sarcastic voice in my head hopes that we don’t crash, especially as potential headlines flash through my mind).  His hand is still moving back and forth, no pattern to the pain or pleasure he has chosen to cherish me with and my hips wiggle hard despite the tight arch he has my back in.

I glance into the mirror and my green eyes meet the driver’s dark ones for a moment.  I knew I ought to feel ashamed or embarrassed, but what I feel is an odd pride.  I see the hunger in his eyes, the part of his self that he has possibly even never admitted to himself.  How pleasant it would be to have a slut like myself, one who relished every sensation, every indignity given to her.  What would it be like to have a woman who trusted you so completely to allow you to do anything at all to her?  I see his hunger and I feel utterly desirable and proud for a moment.

Perhaps my Dom sensed the change in my body language; perhaps he just knows what a hopeless slut I am.  Almost at the same moment my arrogance made a small smile cross my face he pushes me off his lap and onto the floor, I struggle to my knees wishing fruitlessly that at some point my bound wrists and ankles would be freed. My Dom pulls me up and over his lap again, fist closed tightly in my hair, only this time I am face down.  My ass arches into the air, and I’m sure my swollen and dripping pussy lips are exposed as well.

My Dom places one hand on the small of my back and begins to spank my still incredibly tender ass, the sound of his hand landing against me filling the cab, my occasional whimper or moan being just as loud.  The driver has grown almost uncomfortable now and turns to look at the road.  Without warning, the blows cease falling and to my amazement I feel my wrists and ankles untied.  I am again ordered to kneel, now naked except for my Master’s collar as we pull into the hotel.

I wonder for a moment if I am to be ordered to “pay” the fare in favors, and then wonder for another moment how I feel about that, before my Dom pulls out his wallet and hands the guy a couple twenties.  The driver grins at him and hands back the money.  With his grin furthering wider, he pulls out a twenty of his own and offers it to my Dom, telling him it’s a tip for the show.  My Dom laughs, nicely turns down the money, and orders me to exit the cab and crawl to the hotel door while he shakes hands with the guy and gets his card for the next time he may need a discreet driver.

The concrete is hard on my knees and I shrug and decide to crawl in the grass beside the sidewalk, hoping like hell that no one is looking outdoors right now, and extremely grateful for the late hour.  The grass itches, but is better than the cold cement.  My Dom unlocks the room door and orders me directly into a hot shower.  I wince at the thought of the water running over my tender and abused skin, but do as I am told.

I have just gotten the water warm ready and stepped into the spray, the first wave of agony riding my skin as the water hits me when my Dom steps in behind me and wraps a blindfold over my eyes.  It is quickly soaked, which makes it only more effective at blocking my vision.  Water hitting my breasts in the front, water dripping onto the blindfold and plastering it to my skin, his hands slide my arms up over my head and a command is whispered in my ear for me to not make any sounds, or to drop my arms.  I nod, but shiver in anticipation of what might come next.

Both commands are instantly broken as the first sensations of the salt rub he has scrubbed over my skin begin to reach my brain.  I moan out loud and reach back to push his hands away, but remember myself and return to the position I had been ordered into.  I can NOT keep the command to be silent though, and my whimpers fill the air as my Dom kindly ensures that I don’t possibly pick up any infections in the scrapes and marks on my skin by scrubbing every inch of my body with salt and peppermint oil.  The salt stings while the oil both increases my sensitivity and cools my skin.

Tears are dripping down my eyes by the time we are done, dripping from under the washcloth to join the water already dripping down my face.  His fist in my hand again guides me to my knees, and my face is held under the running water until pure instinct causes me to rear back, a slight anger in my movements.  My Dom laughs and moves my head around to rub his hard erect cock over my cheek.  I moan in a different way now, all anger forgotten at the need to taste him.  A teasing rub over my lips is all I’m given before he pulls away and turns off the water.

The blindfold is removed now, and he gently helps me out of the tub.  I know the gentleness now does not reflect anything for what is coming up, and may actually be a bad sign.  He dries me briskly with the thick cotton towels that have been provided and the conflicting sensations of the soreness and tenderness being firmly rubbed with the soft towels brings a new wetness between my legs.  I’m no longer thinking anything, simply responding to the next need as my Dom pulls them from me.  I have only one thought, to please him in everything I do so he will continue to treat me like the whore toy that I am.

Without him even telling me, I know to crawl into the bedroom.  I kneel waiting beside the bed and wonder what the night brings next.  I almost speak as I feel him lift the key to the chain collar I have worn since arriving from Hilo and a small click of the key unlocks it.  A slender but secure black leather collar is slid on me, and then I hear the click of a lock.  I am helped to my feet and taken to the mirror.  My Dom explains to me that it is my reward for choosing well, and a gift for him since he has taken such good care of me while never letting me forget what a whore I am.

I raise my hand and touch the silver padlock dangling into the hollow of my throat. It looks different than my usual collar, but oddly beautiful contrasting against my skin.  It makes me look like I am – a slut slave concerned only with pleasure. Only a moment is granted to me for vanity before a leash is attached to the collar and I am crawling back to the bed.  The leash quickly is used to lash my ankles together behind me while my Dom grabs a few necessary items.  In a few moments I am untied, and ordered to crawl up on the bed.

I am ordered into a familiar position of “child pose” from yoga.  On my knees, head turned to one side, my ankles are shackled to a strong iron bar, the metal cold against my skin, and my wrists are brought back and shackled outside my ankles.  The shackles are padded with leather, but it feels almost as cold against my skin as the metal itself would.  My ass is now exposed to the air and I wonder what is to follow next.

I feel the cold metal of one of the sex toys that has been sent with me pushed up into my wet vag. I’m whimpering and pushing back to beg for violation before I’ve even realized what my body has done.  The toy is thick and it’s obviously spent some time recently in the freezer and the cold sensation manages to twist my senses around even more, both sharpening what I’m feeling, and arousing me to hotter and wetter heights.

Rope is looped around my waist and over the tops of my thighs.  The rough but soft twist of the rope are somehow both compressing me and tickling me with its stray strands.  My head is spinning now so I don’t even know what is being done, but I feel the ropes secured to the toy inside me and then a knot securely tied in the small of my back which pushes the toy just a little deeper into me.

I whimper in need and laughter is all I get in return.  I feel my hair gathered into a tight ponytail, then braided.  My head is gently turned forward into the pillow for a moment, interrupting my breaths and making my heart race a little faster until my head is pulled back by the pony tail and with more and finer rope it’s secured to the knot at the small of my back.  My Dom stands back and admires his work.  My muscles are already feeling the strain and I pray desperately that I am not to be left like this while he goes out for his amusement.

Apparently tonight though, being our final night, is to be a little more focused.  I hear the sound and see the flash of a camera, but am unable to even turn my head.  More flashes follow and he moves in front of me.  I hope to get at least a copy of the pics to put up on my XXXBlackBook profile, but it’s hardly a priority on my mind at this time.  I wonder for a moment why I haven’t been gagged, and then he moves in front of me and I quickly open my mouth to swallow his hard cock.

My Dom uses my mouth and throat to his own contentment, my slight gagging noises and coughing not upsetting him at all.  Soon his cock is covered with my saliva and he pulls it out of my mouth.  Confusing me slightly, he leans in and kisses me on the head, then moves to look me in the eyes.  He asks me if I want to stop now, do I want to be released, or do I want to finish what we’ve started.

I treasure the freedom of meeting his gaze and spent a moment trying to memorize this instant before answering that I had no desire to stop.  He leans in and whispers in my ear in a growl what he desires of me tonight.  He tells me that he knows I’m a slut who needs and wants my ass fucked, but that he wants me to resist, to fight what I want and to fight what he is trying to do to me.

I shiver over and over again, being “forced” is my FAVORITE game, but one that can only be played with total trust.  It feels as if every single nerve in my skin is screaming to be touched and pinched and bit, but I nod and attempt to obey.  His hands caress my ass and I struggle, tightening muscles in pointless resistance, the restraints not loosening one millimeter for me.  I whine and beg, I plead with him to please, please not fuck my ass.  Leaning in again he tells me how he hopes it hurts, just a little, enough to make me want him over and over again.

I whimper again and struggle fruitlessly to not move an inch.  His finger teases around my puckered asshole and in another moment I feel his spit sliding down onto my ass.  I struggle harder and beg with every filthy word I can think of.  I offer to let him to do anything, anything at all to me if only he does not violate my ass.  Silence and then a gag shoved into my pleading mouth is the only reply.  Now my muffled cries are even less effective and I feel his spit land on me again.

In another moment his cock is pressed against the entrance of my ass.  I cannot believe my ears as he commands for me to tighten my muscles and make it as hard as possible for him to enter.  I obey again, but again have it brought home to me that I am both utterly helpless and utterly hopeless as the head of his cock enters me.  Pulling even harder on my hair he repeats his command for me to tighten my muscles, and he pushes his way deep inside me until his body is pressed tightly against my ass.

The orgasm that rocks over me as he then reaches under me and pinches both nipples is incredible.  I feel my muscles work against his hard cock in my tight ass, and against the hard toy still cool in my hot and full punani.  I make helpless and loud noises into the gag, drool dripping from the side of my mouth simply adding to my humiliation and arousal.  His laughter at my body’s confession of the darkness and hunger of my own needs only drives me on to yet another wave of star riding infinite pleasure.

Perhaps I would pass out if I wasn’t held into place by the relentless restraints – but perhaps not – I was surely on the edge as he began to move his hips and work his way into and out of my ass.  All commands have fallen by the wayside now and even he is focused on how good fucking my asshole feels.  For a moment I think he is going to cum deep inside me, but he pauses and pulls out of me, leaving me in both pain and pleasure and a complete need to have him finish somewhere, anywhere, and to take me over the top with him one final time.

With an impatient snarl, the ropes restraining my body are cut with a knife pulled somewhere from a pants pocket, the gag is jerked from my mouth, and the toy removed only slightly more gently from my punani.  Before I can ask what is going on, I am shoved forward onto my stomach on the bed and his cock is first driving me crazy slamming into my soaked vag, and then he pushes back into my now tightened again ass.  I cry and beg for mercy, but it’s not from the pain, it’s from the orgasms rocking my body again and again.

No mercy is shown to me though and his hard dick is pushed as deep as possible inside me.  A reminder that I am to be struggling is hissed into my ear and I do as commanded, truly fighting now to try and get away in order to give us both the most pleasure possible.  I feel as if one more orgasm will leave me floating in the universe never to return, but fighting THAT was pointless and I moan into the pillow at my own body’s betrayal.

My hair again being used, my head is pushed deep into the cushy pillow as my Dom’s cock drives into my anus one final time and I scream in ecstasy into the pillow as I feel his pulsing cock fill my ass with spasm after spasm on his part.  The moment expands, amplifies, and widens, leaving me feeling as if I could float on this sea of pleasure forever before it slowly fades.  My Dom lies atop of me for a moment, then gently kisses the back of my neck before rolling off, earning him one final shiver from my body.

I lay on the bed, wracked with exhaustion, stunned and purring.  I feel his hand at my neck and his collar is removed and my Master’s collar is replaced with a tender touch.  He leans in and kisses me on the head then whispers in my ear of what a wonderful gift I am, if even only for an evening.  I smile, and almost immediately fall asleep as the soft hotel comforter comes to rest over my skin.

Tomorrow we will both be on a plane back to the Big Island – me to go home to my Master, and my Dom to come visit us in our home for a week or two.  Between the Host from the party, my Master, my Dom, and my previous Mistress, it should be an interesting few weeks.  Add to that the fact that Casa De Luna had houseguests scheduled almost nonstop for the next month, mostly my friends from XXXBlackBook, and that we had a special little maid staying with us, life should be real interesting for quite a while!