Pixie Isobella

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I love objects being inserted into me. The larger and more sadistic the better. I do like it, even as it hurts me. Sometimes I think that the harder, the more uncomfortable a thing inside me is, the more turned on I get… (Read here for Chapter 1).

Kitchen Toy: 3

The Boss pulls the flashlight out of me and I feel excited as I hear his needy grunt. Almost immediately, I feel his cock pushing back and forth through the juices in my slit. But it also feels like forever. Gods, I want this.

I always want this, so badly, and he never fucks me enough. I could go all day and I still wouldn’t get enough.

He is large and hard and rough and he fucks me brutally. I’m still bent forward, his hands on my hips. He holds me still in one spot for him. Bent in half as I am, my head between my feet, there is nothing I can do to control the depth or the angle or the speed.

But even if I could, I wouldn’t. I get off on submitting to him, on being his thing, his property, the slut he owns who is always available and always wet. The slut who always says yes.

He is rough and, even after the flashlight and salt shaker and other items, he still feels large inside me. My insides feel abraded and I love the sensation, the soft, sharp, almost-pain brings me to near-orgasm alone. He uses me like a toy, slow, fast, rough, deep, seeking his own orgasm inside my body.

‘Say thank you, you little slut,’ he says once. ‘I’m so good to you. I’m going to make sure the lads hurt you later. Torture you. I want to hear you whimpering in pain. Crying out, because they’re hurting you and you don’t know when they’re going to stop.’

‘Thank you, Boss,’ I say, a red flush running across my face and down my shoulders as I enjoy the feeling of him inside me. ‘Yes, Boss.’

He doesn’t say anything in response. He just shoves me forward so that my back and butt are pushed against the kitchen benches. I really have no more room to move as he hammers himself hard into me.

All I can do is to hold onto the cuffs around my wrists and take it, take all of him as he uses me brutally. I know right now I am just a hole to him, warm and wet and available.

The Boss cums inside me, and I think he’s done. But then he laughs, a mean, sadistic laugh and I know he’s got something special up his sleeve.

He pushes a new thing into me almost right away, still sniggering to himself. It’s large, with a round knob on the end and it goes deep, fully all the way inside me, filling me. It feels cold and hard, like metal.

‘You’re going to love this,’ he says. ‘And by love, I mean… hate. You’re such a slut. You deserve all the things I do to you. Don’t you?’

‘Yes, Boss,’ I say. I don’t know whether I deserve them all or not. All I know is that I want them all. I can’t live without them.

He is playing around with some device above me and it takes me a while to work out what he’s doing. Then he sniggers again and suddenly I’m gasping with the intensity of what I’m feeling. I’m being pressed against the kitchen benches by the toy inside me.

He’s clamped it somehow to the sink – which is still full of water and dirty dishes – and he’s slowly tightening it. Each turn of the ratchet forces the toy deeper into me, effectively restraining me in my current folded position. I am physically fastened against the kitchen bench by my own cunt, forced to take this deep penetration for as long as he chooses.

‘I told you that you’d love it,’ he says evilly. ‘Actually, I don’t care whether you love it. I like it. You look so ridiculous like this. I love making you look ridiculous. I should have done this before. And there’s more.’

He bends down and chains each of my hand-foot restraint combinations directly to tie-points he has on the kitchen floor. Now I am truly trapped, my cunt impaled and clamped against the kitchen cupboards, and I am chained hand and foot to the floor, my body folded in half as if I was made from paper.

He isn’t done.

I feel him prodding at my entrance with something else, something wide and round and plastic. He has all the leverage so he slides it into me pretty easily alongside the other toy. Now I am full, my entrance forced wider open than is comfortable, the two shafts inside me competing for space. I gasp as my body struggles to comprehend the sensation.

‘Can you tell what it is?’ he asks, his voice alight with triumph.

‘No, Boss,’ I say, hating how much I love being treated like this. Suddenly I want to pee and in wanting to pee I want to cum. But I can’t. I won’t be allowed to cum until late tonight, if even then. He doesn’t let me cum very often, because he wants me to always be hungry.

If I’m honest, I like always being hungry as well. It makes me more submissive and I’ll go further. I always let him do more to me when I’m needy.

The Boss rocks the thing inside me back and forth a bit, demonstrating to me how much power he has over my insides.

‘Gods, you look ridiculous,’ he says. ‘It’s a flag,’ he says, sniggering again. ‘One of those golf flags. When I let the guys in, I’ll tell them to come find you where the flag is. You’ll be all ready, waiting for them, won’t you? It’s not like you can go anywhere. And they’ll get to see you like this.’

On the word ‘this’, he jams the flag shaft a bit deeper into me vindictively and I wince with the additional pressure inside me.

‘I want the new blokes to see you like this. So they know what you’re worth.’ He laughs again. ‘So they know that the only way to treat you is to be brutal. This hole is the most important part of you. Everything else is optional.’

He rams the flag shaft a bit deeper, tightens the clamp on the other toy embedded inside me until I’m gasping again at how deeply it is sitting inside me.

Then, without a word, he leaves me.

I am restrained, unable to move, unable to take my mind off the penetration in my cunt. Desperate to orgasm, I start to count down the time until the game starts tonight. When the lads will arrive to laugh at my predicament, then fuck me, brutally, carelessly, arrogantly, while they drink beers and cheer for their team.

(The end – for now).

If you liked Kitchen Toy, you might like Pleasure Doll: The Enslavement of Isobel, a full-length erotic novel available on Smashwords and All These Roadworks.

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