A cruel Warden #NSFW #SOSS

I stand against a hard concrete column. He is a perfectionist. His camera is his treasure and nothing short of perfect will do. For him, I’m an object that only comes to life on the images he captures. I know how rare the opportunities are to have him take pictures of me, so I’m willing to go along with his wishes, even if they are pushing my limits. More cruel than my master is his camera. Maybe even the image on his camera. A unrelenting, cruel warden, controlling me from a distance.

Over the period of the shoot, my Master demanded more and more extreme positions. Now I cannot move, even though there are no restraints. My Master demands I stay in my place, regardless of my endurance, until he is finished.

The pictures are good, but my Master is not satisfied with them. “I need to see your suffering on the image.” He wants to create images that are real, not staged, not photo shopped. I’m a bad actress and not a professional model. The only way I can give him what he wants, what his camera demands, is to endure the suffering he expects to see in his images.

“I can’t do this much longer”, I say in a muffled voice from underneath my gasmask. He doesn’t believe me. He demands more of me. More than I could ever give if I were held by restraints. Restraints are something I can push against, can fight against; a fair battle of wills. But with the camera being my bondage, there is no fight. It’s not fair, I cannot push against myself, all I can do is follow commands, instructions, his voice, and the images on his camera.

“Sure you can.” He walks over to me, the camera resting on the edge of the bed just a few feet away. Like a prison warden watching me. He looks me in the eyes through the protective glass of my mask. “Please, can this be enough for today?” I’m pleading with him to no avail.

“Cry, I need you to experience what being a slavegirl is like.” He reaches down to the inflation bulbs for the dildos that are deeply buried inside my pussy and my ass. They are already pumped up to their maximum, at least so I thought.

He slowly squeezes the bulb pumping up my anal dildo. It must be more than fist size. He does it slowly, without losing eye contact. Then he does the same with the inflatable dildo in my pussy. It’s dripping wet inside my pussy, I can’t deny how aroused I am, though the pressure from the massively inflated dildo is almost unbearable.

I hold back the pain, I don’t cry. What I want is release from the tension in my body, the invisible restraints that render me a mere object of my cruel Master’s wishes. He realizes that he cannot inflate the dildos any further. He is not satisfied.

The vibrator pushes against my pussy; he knows where my clit is, where to position the vibrator to make me come quickly. I want to come, badly, hoping that it will end the session. I reach around the concrete column, my body can no longer stay still. The breathing gets heavier and I forget the discomfort inside my pussy. With the vibrator placed just right, the pressure becomes pleasant. The pelvic floor muscles are all I have to work with and work I do. Sweat builds up inside the gasmask, the glass through which I see my Master fogs up. I can barely see him, but know he is watching me.

Just short of climaxing, he retreats to his camera and takes the vibrator with him. The warden called him back. But I can’t stop now. With moving, just squeezing the muscles inside my pussy against the massive intruders, I am desperate to come. The exhaustion is unbearable, I want to come, but am no longer strong enough. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks and collect inside the gasmask. My head gets dizzy from the oxygen deprivation, breathing becomes harder by the minute. Or maybe my endurance is coming to an end.

He walks back to me, shows me the picture on the viewer of his camera. It is hard to make out any details through the gasmask, though Master is pleased. He pushes his hand inside the belt holding the inflatable dildos and rapidly moves his finger over my clit. “Well done”, he says, and I erupt finally in a massive orgasm.

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