The rope tightened further around my throat, causing me to gasp and claw at it, trying to be able to get some air into my lungs. I feel him as he takes me from behind, pulling on the rope harder. I struggle harder and he leans forward, biting my shoulder. My serious lack of air is getting to me, and I gasp louder, my voice rasping as I try to get out the word “Please”.

“What was that?” He asked, leaning closer to my ear. “I didn’t hear you!” He yanks on the rope and it feels as if my life is slipping away. I don’t want to die. I’m his favorite, aren’t I? Didn’t he say I was his favorite pet?

“P…Pl…” I can’t get the word out. I’m going to die, because I can’t beg him to release me. I can’t get enough air to form the word. I’m feeling too much…I can feel the rope as it digs into my skin; I can feel him thrusting in and out of me, fast and hard, making me bleed; I can feel tears running down my face, hot and wet; I can feel his breath on my neck; and I can feel my throat collapsing in on itself; I can feel the satin of the sheets on the bed under my hands and knees; the sweat rolling off my body; I’m so hard that it hurts, but I can’t cum any more than I can breathe, as I can also feel my cock straining against the ring at its base.

I try again, “Ple…” I choke out, but it’s still not enough. My voice is raspy in my ears, and everything seems to be so loud! I clutch at the sheets beneath me, and try to scream, but it still sounds so raspy. I feel my strength go as the edges of my vision turn black, and I collapse as he thrusts particularly hard into me. I’m held up only by the rope around my neck now, and I feel that I will surely die at the hands of my master, because I couldn’t get enough air to beg him to release me.

Suddenly I fall to the bed, and the rope around my throat is loosened, I gasp for air, coughing, and I feel him move inside me. He lies on top of me, his body weight pushing me against the bed and trapping my painful arousal beneath me. I cry out, as the pain is almost too much, and my master gently touches my hair and face. Tears are coursing down my cheeks onto the satin pillow and I reach for his hand. I kiss his fingertips and knuckles, the back of his hand, and I feel him smile.

“Please?” I rasp out.

“Please what?” He asks, almost sounding loving.

“Please…let me…” I swallow hard. “Please let me…cum?” I ask.

“Beg me!” He demands.

So I do. I beg and beg, and yet he still denies me. I know cumming now will be painful, but keeping my arousal cramped under me and in its imprisonment is even more painful. Finally, after begging for what seems an hour, he finally says yes, and pulls out of me. He rolls me over, as I lack the strength to move, and gently kisses my lips.

“Are you ready, My Pet?” He asks.

“Yes, Master. Please Master?” I beg him and clutch onto his shoulders for support. He doesn’t mind, he likes it when I scratch.

He removes the ring from around my cock and I scream as I cum harder than I ever have before. My nails dig into the skin on his shoulders, causing rivulets of blood to run down his back and arms. My nails are always too sharp, and I always make him bleed when I scratch.

“There, Little Kitten. Did you enjoy that?” He asked, licking the cum off of my stomach and chest.

My tail twitches, uncurling itself from around my leg, and my ears twitch as I relax after such a heated session with Master. “Yes, Master.” I sigh, my tongue coming out of my mouth to lick my dry lips. I always enjoy it when Master is so rough with me. Maybe that’s why he said that I’m his favorite pet. He’s marked me 3 times, while his other pets are only marked once. He told me then that being marked 3 times means that I’m married to him. If this is what I get every night, being married to Master, then I’m the happiest pet in the world.