Submitting to Sir
He was particularly sinful with her.
His words inflamed her. Always. She begged Him to be rough with her. He smiled and waved a finger. He whispered humiliating things in her ear. She shivered and leaked with desire. She was a drippy needy mess and he knew it. And so he made her wait.
She loved getting prepared for him Soft and smooth 'Pale and juicy' she giggled. Trying on an endless array of lingerie And all she wanted was to be tied up after the elaborate dressing ritual was done. She wanted to be helpless. Embarrassing how much it preoccupied her thougths. Denial was her weakness. He lingered on her, taunting her with rhetorical questions about her state. He could touch her, press her to the furniture. Up against a wall, hand on her throat, at first light then firm. Shake her a bit and her tummy explodes in anticipation.
She whimpered when she let go of all resistance, succumbing to the tender humiliation. He bound her swiftly, propped her like a plaything. He made her feel small. She was his decadent prize.
He spanked her. Fingers in her slutty mouth. Helpless was her soulful place. It was permission to be unrelentingly submissive . She had no choice. "How could other women go without ?" she wondered. Her favorite red ball gag stuffed in her mouth..
She pouted. She wanted so desperately to have him fuck her mouth, a warm wet hole she loved to have misused. The more desperately he wanted her, the wetter she got. The harder he'd penetrate her the happier she was. Her sacrifices were small compared to the bliss she felt. It was transcendent . She was his little denied slut bunny. So when one of her holes was barred it made her crazy. She was a perfectly put together woman reduced to a fucktoy. Drooly and mumbly she loved being pushed hard. She would 'try' to say 'thank you' to Sir often. Loving how her words were corrupted and muted by the bonds. He knew. Loved it too. So when he bound her to a chair, sliced her panties off and spread her legs, exposing her was disturbingly effective. He made sure her hands could move but never reach her wet spot That kind of torment inflamed her like orgasms when he edged her.... just out of reach.
She suffered and begged... for more. He manipulated and she wiggled and all in vain. He neither let her alone nor let her orgasm. She had gone at least a month now denied. And she felt so powerful she wished it could go on. She felt her body craving and the tension build. He would say 'that's all you get' in the most excruciatingly sexy moment .
And she was left throbbing and dripping
He'd walk off and she'd hear the kettle going. He'd sometimes even take her, like an a****l, from behind. Unseen and vicious. She'd scream 'Harder!!! ' And He knew that bent over for him like a dog was the perfect position. He'd spank her haunches and pull her hair. But when he slipped his hand around her neck and choked her , his fat cock buried in her tiny asshole, she'd almost cum instantly... beg to... He'd ignore her pleas to be let orgasm. She was so grateful not to be in control. Every unexpected or contradictory sexual nuance excited her .
Defiling her, he was an artist creating a masterpiece Sometimes he'd fill her with his hot semen. He would pump her and call her filthy names . Left desperate and breathless, blowing cum bubbles from her anus, making him laugh.
She'd be left there, on all fours, on display.
So proud to be his perfect slut
And he'd pat her head, spread her cheeks and stare. But most of all call her his good girl. She'd melt and nuzzle his hairy chest. She'd wait like that as long as she was bidden. He'd return to her bathed and eager again.
She craved this kind of service. She loved rolling her tongue out like a red carpet. She could see him chub up Tumescent, she thought in her wicked mind, was best. She had that effect on him. That made her proudest. He'd tease her, then use her - cockslapping her face made her ravenous. She didn't know why. She'd do it to herself to feel that heat and heft. Anything that made her feel small and pretty and despoiled.
He moved her hands behind her back on her knees She mewled when she realized what was next. He slipped a hood over her head and took his damn time too. No more gag, not even the ring one she loved to be propped open with. Just her pretty lil mouth open and ready And He placed the wand between her legs She was nervous as hell She was so turned on by being that smooth dark fuckhole. It literally made her come unglued with lust. She would stave off orgasm squeezing her pale thighs together But fuck... the wand forced between her legs... She was long since trained in orgasm denial But everyone had their limits He was brusque this time Urgent She complied but He knew all too well where to place the wand He slapped her Groan Always a reminder she wasn't in charge Her little controlling mind assuaged and her will set aside.
Her sex ran like a faucet. He stroked and rubbed her. Sightless and small, breasts pawed and squeezed. He milked her and teased her and the ache made her sway. She had always loved tormenting herself But the way he confused her senses was beyond description . Aroused and aching, peaking and denied
When he fucked her face It was epic The total lack of control was overwhelming. And perfect. Her hands clasped firmly behind her. Never more than waving about. Never interfering. She was a good girl. And she gagged so sweetly Those words in her literary mind so satisfying. He paused to prolong the moment, his hand obscenely in her mouth made her feel like a total slut .
Then He turned the wand on on "High."
He rubbed her smooth tiny hooded clit. Tugged her little breasts. "Sir please" was all she could say for a time. He taunted her, laughed at her tension and resistance. There she was, trembling mouth open like a carp. He simply held his cock in his hand and plunged it in. Over and over as deep as he liked. As long as he desired.
She had edged five times now by gis reckoning. He thrilled at his pretty little slave's capacity for pleasuring him. He wanted to surprise her and so he did. He told her to beg. She was silent though. She wanted it to go on forever but it wasn't her choice. She almost whispered at first. Then a slap. Then she growled and begged well . Craving release now for real , she was almost in a dream state. Balancing her orgasm on the edge of a knife. She almost expected him just to leave her like that. But instead he started fucking her throat in earnest. Jesus. She sucked and slurped and sputtered so well . When he commanded her to cum , she moaned and convulsed violently. He timed his orgasm to his satisfaction . He enjoyed each and every fiery jet of cum after so long waiting. He held her head with both hands, her face buried in his belly. Spurting thick seed down her throat was a decadent treat. She took it like a good girl too. Lost in her orgasm that seemed never-ending. She wanted to move the wand but didn't dare. She just took it, her mind blank. Daddy's perfect little slut.
He released her and snaked his way out. Coughing and smiling she leaned back, her cunt on display, still twitching. He pulled the wand from her thighs.
She was lost., writing essays on "Slave Girl in Daddy's Harem" already in her mind Wishing for someone to carry her away and bathe her. A kiss on the forehead and he let her come down. He returned with a robe and a warm, wet towel
"Here baby girl, let's clean you up, you're a mess"
His words inflamed her. Always. She begged Him to be rough with her. He smiled and waved a finger. He whispered humiliating things in her ear. She shivered and leaked with desire. She was a drippy needy mess and he knew it. And so he made her wait.
She loved getting prepared for him Soft and smooth 'Pale and juicy' she giggled. Trying on an endless array of lingerie And all she wanted was to be tied up after the elaborate dressing ritual was done. She wanted to be helpless. Embarrassing how much it preoccupied her thougths. Denial was her weakness. He lingered on her, taunting her with rhetorical questions about her state. He could touch her, press her to the furniture. Up against a wall, hand on her throat, at first light then firm. Shake her a bit and her tummy explodes in anticipation.
She whimpered when she let go of all resistance, succumbing to the tender humiliation. He bound her swiftly, propped her like a plaything. He made her feel small. She was his decadent prize.
He spanked her. Fingers in her slutty mouth. Helpless was her soulful place. It was permission to be unrelentingly submissive . She had no choice. "How could other women go without ?" she wondered. Her favorite red ball gag stuffed in her mouth..
She pouted. She wanted so desperately to have him fuck her mouth, a warm wet hole she loved to have misused. The more desperately he wanted her, the wetter she got. The harder he'd penetrate her the happier she was. Her sacrifices were small compared to the bliss she felt. It was transcendent . She was his little denied slut bunny. So when one of her holes was barred it made her crazy. She was a perfectly put together woman reduced to a fucktoy. Drooly and mumbly she loved being pushed hard. She would 'try' to say 'thank you' to Sir often. Loving how her words were corrupted and muted by the bonds. He knew. Loved it too. So when he bound her to a chair, sliced her panties off and spread her legs, exposing her was disturbingly effective. He made sure her hands could move but never reach her wet spot That kind of torment inflamed her like orgasms when he edged her.... just out of reach.
She suffered and begged... for more. He manipulated and she wiggled and all in vain. He neither let her alone nor let her orgasm. She had gone at least a month now denied. And she felt so powerful she wished it could go on. She felt her body craving and the tension build. He would say 'that's all you get' in the most excruciatingly sexy moment .
And she was left throbbing and dripping
He'd walk off and she'd hear the kettle going. He'd sometimes even take her, like an a****l, from behind. Unseen and vicious. She'd scream 'Harder!!! ' And He knew that bent over for him like a dog was the perfect position. He'd spank her haunches and pull her hair. But when he slipped his hand around her neck and choked her , his fat cock buried in her tiny asshole, she'd almost cum instantly... beg to... He'd ignore her pleas to be let orgasm. She was so grateful not to be in control. Every unexpected or contradictory sexual nuance excited her .
Defiling her, he was an artist creating a masterpiece Sometimes he'd fill her with his hot semen. He would pump her and call her filthy names . Left desperate and breathless, blowing cum bubbles from her anus, making him laugh.
She'd be left there, on all fours, on display.
So proud to be his perfect slut
And he'd pat her head, spread her cheeks and stare. But most of all call her his good girl. She'd melt and nuzzle his hairy chest. She'd wait like that as long as she was bidden. He'd return to her bathed and eager again.
She craved this kind of service. She loved rolling her tongue out like a red carpet. She could see him chub up Tumescent, she thought in her wicked mind, was best. She had that effect on him. That made her proudest. He'd tease her, then use her - cockslapping her face made her ravenous. She didn't know why. She'd do it to herself to feel that heat and heft. Anything that made her feel small and pretty and despoiled.
He moved her hands behind her back on her knees She mewled when she realized what was next. He slipped a hood over her head and took his damn time too. No more gag, not even the ring one she loved to be propped open with. Just her pretty lil mouth open and ready And He placed the wand between her legs She was nervous as hell She was so turned on by being that smooth dark fuckhole. It literally made her come unglued with lust. She would stave off orgasm squeezing her pale thighs together But fuck... the wand forced between her legs... She was long since trained in orgasm denial But everyone had their limits He was brusque this time Urgent She complied but He knew all too well where to place the wand He slapped her Groan Always a reminder she wasn't in charge Her little controlling mind assuaged and her will set aside.
Her sex ran like a faucet. He stroked and rubbed her. Sightless and small, breasts pawed and squeezed. He milked her and teased her and the ache made her sway. She had always loved tormenting herself But the way he confused her senses was beyond description . Aroused and aching, peaking and denied
When he fucked her face It was epic The total lack of control was overwhelming. And perfect. Her hands clasped firmly behind her. Never more than waving about. Never interfering. She was a good girl. And she gagged so sweetly Those words in her literary mind so satisfying. He paused to prolong the moment, his hand obscenely in her mouth made her feel like a total slut .
Then He turned the wand on on "High."
He rubbed her smooth tiny hooded clit. Tugged her little breasts. "Sir please" was all she could say for a time. He taunted her, laughed at her tension and resistance. There she was, trembling mouth open like a carp. He simply held his cock in his hand and plunged it in. Over and over as deep as he liked. As long as he desired.
She had edged five times now by gis reckoning. He thrilled at his pretty little slave's capacity for pleasuring him. He wanted to surprise her and so he did. He told her to beg. She was silent though. She wanted it to go on forever but it wasn't her choice. She almost whispered at first. Then a slap. Then she growled and begged well . Craving release now for real , she was almost in a dream state. Balancing her orgasm on the edge of a knife. She almost expected him just to leave her like that. But instead he started fucking her throat in earnest. Jesus. She sucked and slurped and sputtered so well . When he commanded her to cum , she moaned and convulsed violently. He timed his orgasm to his satisfaction . He enjoyed each and every fiery jet of cum after so long waiting. He held her head with both hands, her face buried in his belly. Spurting thick seed down her throat was a decadent treat. She took it like a good girl too. Lost in her orgasm that seemed never-ending. She wanted to move the wand but didn't dare. She just took it, her mind blank. Daddy's perfect little slut.
He released her and snaked his way out. Coughing and smiling she leaned back, her cunt on display, still twitching. He pulled the wand from her thighs.
She was lost., writing essays on "Slave Girl in Daddy's Harem" already in her mind Wishing for someone to carry her away and bathe her. A kiss on the forehead and he let her come down. He returned with a robe and a warm, wet towel
"Here baby girl, let's clean you up, you're a mess"
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