Soul Flagellation (part 4)

I grabbed her by the hair again, lifting and pulling. She yelped and hissed as I dragged her by her hair toward the foot of the bed. I stopped once her head was hanging over the edge, letting go of her hair. She was forced to either tighten her neck muscles and hold her head up without any support, or relax her neck muscles and allow the footboard of the bed to push against her throat, restricting her breathing. I watched her shift and struggle for a few minutes, enjoying the frustration on her face as she realized there wasn't a position that allowed her to relax and breathe normally. She held her head up as long as she could, but it only took a few minutes before the strain became apparent. She started shaking, just a little tremor here and there at first, and I crouched next to her face, gazing into her eyes intensely as she struggled.

She glanced quickly at me then resolutely looked away, attempting to ignore me. But I was too close, and my glee at her struggles was far too apparent. She began to blush, scarlet slowly flooding her cheeks. She couldn't seem to stop herself from stealing glances at me, and each hurried glance only seemed to intensify her embarrassment. I continued to stare silently at her suffering face, grinning at her discomfort. It was too much for her, and she closed her eyes.

I slapped her face, harder this time, and she cried out. Smoothly I stood up, grabbed her head, and slid my dick into her still open mouth. She tried to pull away and I let her, releasing her head as my dick slid out of her mouth. She flashed a triumphant look at me. I shook my head and walked over to her nightstand, leaving her to go back to trying to keep gravity and the footboard from choking her.

I opened the drawer on the nightstand, chuckling at the number of toys inside. I began removing them one by one, tossing them on the bed next to her, naming them.

"Nipple Clamps. Lube. Vibrator. Glass dildo. And another vibrator. Nice selection. Which one do you want me to use first?"

She didn't answer, too intent on her struggle. I noticed she was slowly sliding toward the foot of the bed as she wriggled. I didn't want her falling off the foot of the bed, so I grabbed some of the rope she'd bound me with earlier and tied her ankles to the corners of the headboard. She was a vision of helplessness, arms tied behind her back, legs tied spread-eagled, neck tied to the footboard, the muscles in her neck and shoulders shivering and quivering from the strain. I decided to give her a break, and strolled back to the foot of the bed. I stood right in front of her face, my semi-hard cock brushing her chin.

"Need to take a break?"

"Yes!" she grunted hoarsely.

"Want me to hold your head up for a bit?"

"Yes!"

"OK. Just wrap your lips around my cock and I'll support your head."

She glared at me, but didn't hesitate, bending down and slurping my cock easily into her mouth. I grabbed her by the hair again and slowly began facefucking her, pushing my cock slowly but insistently at the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, and I held her head tightly as drool bubbled out around the base of my cock. She started to cough and so I pulled out, holding her head while she finished coughing, then wiping my dick on her cheeks and releasing her head.

"Do you wanna try again?"

She hung her head for a moment, strands of spit hanging from her lips, then resignedly raised her head again.

"Yes."

"OK. Ask."

Another glare.

"Please. Support my head."

"Oh come on. You know that's not what you need to ask for. I need a reason why I should support that head. Go on. Ask for it."

I loved the struggle on her face, and wondered if it mirrored my own when our positions were reversed. It didn't take her long to come to the proper decision, though, as she looked up at me sweetly.

"Please. Fuck my face."

So I did. It took a few tries before she was able to relax her throat enough for me to slide my dick down her throat, but once I got it down there she seemed comfortable enough, only gagging once or twice. I held her by the pigtails and violated her mouth. Between the smeared mix of mascara, cum, and spit on her face, the cute gagging sounds, and the feel of her throat contracting around my dick, I couldn't last long. Less than 5 minutes after starting, I pulled out and shot cum all over her face and hair. I could swear the surprised look on her face was one of disappointment.

(to be continued)