The Bunker

It’s cold, dreary, and drizzling outside. I stand gazing out the window, but it’s not the backyard that I see. I’m lost in a reverie from last night, I’m gazing at the door to the bunker. The place where I was debased and ravaged and made to know my place. I’m still sore and aching but in a good way. Remembering that I belong to him, remembering that I still love the feeling that rushes through me when he takes control of my body and uses it for nothing but his pleasure. A tiny smirk brims on the edges of my mouth. I remember the feel of his hands, their strength, their unwavering grip on me as he thrust time and time again.

He’d come home from a long day at work. I saw the look on his face and immediately knew that once he’d finished consuming the dinner I’d cooked for him, I was next on the menu. I was careful with my words through the meal, occasionally sneaking a glance up from my plate to read his demeanor. I could tell he was lost in his head, full of work issues and annoying colleagues who just didn’t pull their weight. I dare not speak knowing full well his mood at that moment. Instead we ate in silence and I didn’t push to find out what was on his mind. He would let me know in due time. I was so excited, so anxious I could hardly eat..he noticed. “You better finish that plate, you’ll need energy for what’s in store,” he growled at me between bites. I only nodded and forced myself to eat. When I was finished, I looked at him and smiled softly, “Good girl.” His praise was all I needed. I stood up from the table and carried the dishes to the sink. I got to work washing and he smoked a cigarette. His phone rand and I could tell he was speaking with someone from work, they couldn’t do anything without him. He was explaining some procedure or paperwork, I didn’t understand much about what he did. I heard him hang up, push his chair back and then his footsteps falling as he walked toward me. He gripped me by the hair and pulled my head back, he sank his teeth into my neck and tugged, it was rough and slightly painful, but I welcomed any form of contact I could get from him. His breath was warm, his bite arousing, I could feel his stiff cock against my ass. I pushed back against him without thought, my body just responded to him. His hands strayed from my hair down my back and then careened to my front gliding up underneath my breasts. He squeezed and massaged them, pinching my nipples roughly and I groaned in lust. “I’m going to violate you in ways you’ve never conceived,” he spoke huskily into my ear. His attempts to distract me from my task were working but I knew if I’d given into him at that moment he’d have been upset with me, so I pushed on. Once I’d finally finished the dishes I was told to retrieve my straps. I had straps for my arms, my legs, and my breasts. I was to be outfitted in this before he led me to the bunker out back. He allowed me to wear my panties along with my straps, once I was dressed, we headed to the shelter. He pulled open the doors that led down into the dusty room stocked with canned goods, an old dirty mattress, and lots of BDSM contraptions that he possessed just for me. He placed the cuffs on my wrists and ankles and as he worked I took all of him in. He was dressed in a pair of sweat pants. They were heather grey and fit him well. I could see the outline of his cock beneath the fabric. I longed to reach out and grab him, to have my way with him, but I knew I’d not have the chance for that tonight. He needed his outlet, once he slid himself inside me all of his aggravation would dissolve and he could finally relax. As he’d finally poured all of that pent up frustration into fucking the hell out of me, he’d be more talkative.

Once I was outfitted in my cuffs, he reached between my legs, gripping the moist crotch of my thin, lacy panties and ripped them off me, “Hope those weren’t your favorite pair,” he mused with a smirk. I only bit my lip in response. He pinned my arms behind my back and used them to manipulate me over to the old workbench. It was unfinished and splintery. I was forcefully pushed forward onto the edge of the bench, the wood scraping against my belted breasts, I inhaled sharply at the rough feel of the table. I heard a belt buckle jingle as he took it from it’s place on the hook overhead. I closed my eyes and sucked on my bottom lip to keep from crying out as I felt the bite of the thick leather against my ass. He slapped the left cheek and then the right over and over again until he was out of breath, then he traced the welts on my skin with his fingers. Tears were pouring down my cheeks, I’d managed not to make too much noise as he whipped me, but I couldn’t control this reaction. He rubbed my ass with his hands, spreading out the heat from the beating I’d taken. I heard him moan softly, he loved the look of my ass when it was beet red. He stood beside the table massaging my ass and turned my face toward him. His cock was fully erected and the head was resting against my lips, so I opened my mouth and looked up at him. “Don’t move,” he whispered and I obeyed, becoming nothing more than a toy to him. He slid his cock into my mouth, slow and shallow at first. His hand that had been rubbing my ass was now caressing my pussy, he stroked my clit softly with his fingers. Then he started to fuck my mouth harder, forcing all of his length into my mouth, going well down my throat, I tried hard not to gag and then he started to slip his fingers one by one into my pussy, stretching it open wider and wider to accommodate his other fingers. Once he’d filled me with three of them, he thrust his cock into my mouth and held it there, I moaned loudly around him, and he responded with a groan of his own. He pulled his fingers out and when I objected he slapped my pussy hard and told me to turn over onto my back.

I obeyed, lying prone on the prickly wooden   surface. He looked at me, seemingly deciding what was to come next and then positioned my cuffed hands above my head. There were two leash rings fixed to the edge of the table opposite of where my legs dangled off the side. He took a chain off the hook on the cork board where he kept all his toys. I heard the chain clang as it hit the floor, heard him slip it through the leash rings on the edge of the table, then he fixed my wrists to the chains and yanked. Once I was secured with no way to wriggle lose, he came back to stand beside me, eyeing the cuffs around my ankles. He took my legs and placed my feet on the edge of the bench. The cuffs were likewise chained to the other leash rings on this side. I couldn’t move my legs more than to spread them for him. He forced them apart and told me to keep them that way. I could feel my wetness run from my soaked cunt down the crack of my ass and puddle up on the border of the table. My nipples were peaked and firm and sensitive, even his small movements sent a breeze that teased them. I whimpered with want. He pulled yet another device from the gadget collection. I bit my lip and sighed when I saw what he’d chosen. The rubber tipped nipple clamps glimmered in the dim light. Once they were in place, the bite of the clamps made me writhe in desire. He stood there for a moment pleased with my response, watching me. I felt exposed and hot and horny and vulnerable…exactly what he’d hoped for. I was always pleasing him, even when I didn’t mean to. He knew precisely how to get what he wanted from me.

At last he stood at the end of my squirming form, his hands resting on my inner thighs and he teased me even more. Taking his dick in his hand, he slapped the tip against my swollen clit, I cried out, “Please!” Yet, he didn’t give in to me the way I would have given in to him had roles been reversed. He continued his torture, taking the head of his swollen rod and just barely pressing it against my opening. My eyes filled with tears, my pussy ached needing to feel him enter me, and I begged more. “Please, Daddy, fuck your slut.” And still, he refused, taking his thumb and pressing it hard against my clit as he teased my hole with only the very top of his cock head. As the tears that had been collecting in my eyes escaped and rolled down dripping onto the table, my aching pussy throbbing wildly, he pushed it in a little more, but still only half way. I hungrily squeezed my walls around him. He groaned in response and pulled it out again. My mind raced, how could he do this? How long could I stand this pressure building before I just spontaneously exploded? He took the chain that was strung between the nipple clamps, and pulled every few seconds as he continuously massaged my clit with his thumb. My breathing was fast and shallow, I moaned loudly, he’d learned to determine my reaction and know just when I was about to cum and when he was sure I was right on the edge…he stopped again. “Fuck!” I screamed in frustration and looked up at him. He smiled and shook his head. Knowing I’d definitely done something I’d be punished for, I shut my mouth and my eyes, afraid to look at him, scared to think what might happen next.

With my eyes closed, I listened carefully and heard him pull yet another thing from the assemblage on the wall. I felt the ball gag resting against my lips and opened my mouth. Now outfitted with the gag, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He didn’t seem angry, he had expected that reaction so he was once again delighted at his ability to ascertain my response. He looked at me like I was some feast laid out before him, he was hungry, no not just hungry…famished. He was going to devour me with his strong hands, his throbbing cock, the rage he had pent up from that long day at work. I was about to feel all of that between my legs, and god how I wanted it. I wanted to take that from him so badly. I forced myself to lay there quietly, not a single sound left my mouth. I waited and watched as he paced back and forth. I took him in, his naked form, the look on his face, the way he stalked like a predator, like some wild animal. I was his prey, laying in wait for him, knowing what was coming, anticipating the pain and pleasure that he would finally bestow on me. Then he walked back over to the table and without warning or teasing, he thrust his full length inside me. Not waiting for me to acclimate, not caring if it caused me pain or pleasure or whatever it might do to me. This was for him. And I took it, everything he dished out, he fucked me hard and unrelenting, pounding and drilling that amazing cock that I’d longed to feel deep inside me. He didn’t slow, he didn’t stop, I came over and over again, and he continued. He reached up and slapped my breasts mid-plunge. I moaned and cried and screamed all muffled by the gag in my mouth. But, I loved it and he knew it. When he was close to the end, he tugged that chain between my breasts sending me into another spiraling orgasm and when my pussy clinched around him he released all his seed inside me and I milked every last drop out of him. My how I do love that bunker…


The Call

I answer, of course it’s him. He speaks in his deep, sultry voice, commanding me as I’m melting. His voice delves deep into my darkest most sinful places. I can’t deny him, I comply with his every demand. “Get that toy, I know you want to.” I grab it from the drawer no sooner than he’s finished speaking the sentence. “Spread your legs wide for me.” I push the sheets back and lay with my legs wide, body quivering. “Turn it on high.” I dial up the speed. “Trace your slit with it.” I move the toy slowly over my dewy lips. I groan and moan, pushing my hips back and forth. I can hear him stroking his cock as he’s listening to me. “Tease your clit.” I tremble as the strong vibrations touch me. I close my eyes and listen to his breathing, the sound of his hand on his shaft. I moan loudly, unable to stifle myself. “Turn it down.” I dial it back half-way. I’m breathing heavily, heart racing, pounding in my chest. I can’t hear him moving anymore. I’m too lost in the pleasure, I try to slow my breath so that I can listen, but there’s no sound on the other end. “Slide it inside you.” I gasp, alarmed by the sudden sound of his voice again. I obey once again and suck my bottom lip between my teeth, moving my device slowly inside me. Pulsation invades my pussy and I sigh heavily as I start pushing and pulling even faster. “That’s my girl,” he growls sexily in my ear. I hear a car door shut outside, a key in the lock, I’m alarmed but too aroused to care. I continue as I’ve been instructed. When I open my eyes again he’s standing in the doorway overlooking my naked quivering body as he strips off his clothes. I stop and gaze at him, taking in the sight of this handsome unclad man, yearning to feel him in whatever way he sees fit. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” So I continue, only now I’m vulnerable as he’s looking over me, lustful eyes taking me in. He moves closer, sitting beside me on the bed, and I persist. He leans down and kisses me hard, biting my bottom lip. He takes the toy from me, grabs me by my hair and pulls me up. I’m forced onto all fours, he’s behind me pushing my head into the mattress. I know now why he wanted me to play so long. He wanted me to be ready to take it all. Without warning he buries himself deep inside me. I scream into the mattress, biting the sheets as he pummels me. There’s no use in trying to move, he’s got me where he wants me, I’m the toy now. He uses me as long as he needs me. Sending me into spiraling climax over and over and over again until he’s ready for his release. He slides a hand down my back, slips a finger into my mouth, pulling my face back. I look at him, he grabs a handful of my hair, his other hand on my hip. He holds me tight and pumps even harder and faster and I moan loudly feeling him spill his seed inside me. Missing him was definitely worth it.

– Rare Rose

Tantalizing texts

He’s been gone for a while, the only interaction a few little enticing texts. I’m tucked into bed with my phone. The lines on the screen sending shivers down my spine and heatwaves through my body. These little sentences and imagining the way his voice would sound if he were to say them in my ear. He tells me how he’s imagining caressing me, sliding his hands over my breasts, down my belly, skipping the apex of my thighs to stroke my calves and up between my legs. I can feel him now, kneading my thighs, pushing them apart. Even though he sent these messages hours ago, they’ve filled my head all day, keeping me on edge. I eye the bedside table…my toy is in the drawer. I’ve been directed not to play. He won’t be back for 3 more days! How will I ever last? The teasing is torture and the cadence of his tongue in my head is driving me insane. I think about the silky sound, the way the words flow out of his mouth, the feel of his breath against my ear as he toys with my libido. Wetness pools in my panties and I ache to feel him there, deep inside me, filling and stretching, pounding and throbbing…I want and need him now! I’ve lain the phone down beside me, feel a vibration and the sound of a new message. Do I dare to read it? Is it possible to explode just from one sentence on a bright white screen? “My cock is hard and throbbing, I’m thinking of you.” That’s all it says…my pussy screams. I can feel my clit harden even further, if I move just right I can almost feel his tongue slapping against it, hungry and ravenous. In my mind images of his thick, hard, throbbing dick flash. What I wouldn’t give to have him right here beside me, feeling the tip, all wet and drippy, right at the opening of my waiting hole. I clench my walls tight imagining squeezing his length as he slowly slides inside, reaching up and pulling him down on top of me, his body warm and strong against me. Fantasizing about sinking my teeth into his shoulder as he starts to hammer me harder. My phone dings again…”What are you doing?” I almost can’t pull myself out of my reverie to respond. “Trying not to disobey,” I respond. The phone rings….

Caught, now what…

As I lay there with my burning cheeks, afraid to move, I avert my eyes to escape his gaze. He stalks toward me, I can feel his presence closer and closer. I dare to look back at him and see him pointing to the floor in front of him. Aware of what he wants I meekly push back the covers and pull down my pink, silk nightie and kneel in front of him. My eyes staring at the space between his bare feet. I’m waiting for a swat or for him to verbally reprimand me, instead I feel his hands grip my pigtails, see the towel fall to the floor. He pulls my hair and forces my head up, I’m met with his fully erected cock in my face. I open my mouth and he rams his cock into my mouth. “What a naughty little slut you are,” he says through gritted teeth. I nod my head acknowledging that he’s right. He only pumps my mouth harder forcing the head of his cock deep down my throat. He’s trained me not to gag, but it’s still hard not to. I suck air in through my nostrils as I slap my tongue hungrily around his shaft. I moan softly tasting the precum he’s now leaking over my tongue. “Rub your pussy,” he commands. I obey, slipping my fingers against my wetness, flicking my pointer finger over my swollen, throbbing clit. I start to moan louder. He yanks himself free of my mouth, “Tongue out!” He’s yelling now, and my god it makes me want him even more. I start to finger myself imagining that thick rod inside me. He slaps the tip off my tongue, then slaps both my cheeks with it before shoving it back inside the gape between my glistening lips. I gag this time, but he continues, harder and faster, “Stop touching yourself,” he says. I feel his cock hardening even more and I know he’s about to cum. I look up into his eyes, mine are brimming with tears as a result of the gagging. He grabs the back of my head and fills my throat with his cum. I hear him groan as he releases and can’t help but moan with him. I swallow and make a face, he’s still training me to enjoy this part. Peering up at him, sucking my bottom lip, whimpering a little…I feel well used, but still wanting. He smiles at me wickedly and I frown. “Go get the plug,” Daddy says. I obey and bring him the “torture device”. He’s sitting on the bed when I come back to him, he grabs me and lays me over his lap. The butt plug is in his right hand and his left hand is twirling one of my pig tails. “Let’s lube this up,” he laughs, then slowly slides the plug into my aching pussy. He moves it in and out slowly, twirls it around a bit and as he pulls it out he slips it right up to my clit and teases me there as well. He holds it up to inspect it, I look back and see that my wetness has coated it well, he smiles pleased. Then he starts to insert it ever so gently into my ass, once it’s all the way in he spanks me right over the top of it and I squeal and squirm at the fullness of the plug in my ass. “You will really enjoy being teased by this all day, my little pervert,” he’s highly amused at how his morning is starting, me not so much. I pout and he laughs, “Up you go, I have to head to work.” Daddy walks to his closet to get dressed and I lay on the bed trying not to notice the warmth between my legs.

Daddy Dom/Baby Girl..

It’s morning and I’m woken by the sound of the shower, I blink away the blur in my eyes and glance over at the bathroom door, it’s slightly ajar and steam is slowly wafting toward me. I smile knowing Daddy’s enjoying his morning routine. It’s a routine I know well as I’ve joined him a few times in the shower. My mind slips into a fantasy and memory, the steam surrounding us as he caresses my body, he’s handed me the razor so that I can shave him. I carefully drag the blade over his cheek and down under his jawline, smiling in delight at my abilities and the silky feel of the skin beneath the scruffy hair that’s now collected on the head of the razor. He makes a silly face at me and I giggle continuing to remove the rest of the scruff on his face. He teases me, slapping my ass softly, and I look at him with wide eyes, “Daddy, you’ll cause me to cut you,” I say more harshly than I intend to. He responds with the raise of his brow and another much harder swat to my bottom. I squeek and say nothing else .Once I’ve finished with his face he kisses my forehead and praises a job well done. I beam up at him, soaking up his adoration. Standing on my tiptoes I press my lips against his, he pulls my body into his and I moan in response, his hands go into my hair kneading and pulling, I drape my arms over his shoulders. I feel his fingers, dragging down my neck, down my back tickling me as they move slowly over my lower back, then he grips my ass cheeks firmly and slides his tongue into my mouth. The entire time I’ve felt his manhood grow harder and harder, it’s now throbbing against me. He spanks me hard about five times then grabs my hair and turns me around, he forces my head against the wall, then swiftly pulls my hips back toward him. He steps toward me, his cock brushing over my clit as he reaches underneath me grabbing my breasts in his palms twisting and pulling at my nipples, I moan louder, he growls at me and continues to tease my nipples. I wiggle against him, the head of his cock stroking my clit, “Daddy…please,” he loves for me to beg. My fantasy is interrupted as I hear the door creak open. I open my eyes and he’s looking at me with his head cocked to the side, I realize he can tell I have my hand between my legs and my cheeks blush bright pink. One of the rules..”Don’t play with yourself without permission.” I stammer, “I…I’m sorry, Daddy.”

This is it for now, the story will continue in the next blog.

– Rare Rose