I lie in wait, ever patient as the sands of time expertly erode the box I’ve held my desires in. My moves are practiced by now – crack the neck, stretch the arms, massage the shoulders. I’ve been perched at the gun scope for a long time, waiting for a worthy opponent. I was distracted before, but now I’m deadly focused. You’ve danced in front of the sight numerous times now, and I’m beginning to get very interested.
The well kept mask has been on a decline of step disintegration. I’m almost ready to toss it off. Almost. But I’ll only pull the trigger when your hand reaches the barrel. You’re getting dangerously close.
It’s been 3 weeks of taunting, edging. The only way I retain strength is knowing that it’s just as delightfully torturous for you as it is for me. I crave the intimacy of seeing the depths of your depravity, and I feel the heat of your desire smooth the final welds of the box holding me together as they dissipate entirely; as though the box was only ever an idea, a breath of fresh mountain air floating past on the wind.
Your eyes flash as you clock that I’m fighting and failing to contain the longing in my gaze. A subtle grin dances across your lips as you slowly inch into my space, until my back is against the wall and you’re pressed up against me. I feel the cool touch of your large, lightly called hand cup my face as you trace your fingers down and around my neck, bite it, and whisper in my ear, “do you feel it? Your mind quieting as you slip into the all encompassing urge to give into whatever I want to do to you? The shame building and subsiding in waves as you honor the fact that you want to be my ever so sweet, pliable fuck toy; a true, unabashed whore?”
Your left hand tightens around my throat as your right wraps around my waist to pull me closer to you still, silencing me with a deep kiss. I can’t think, but I can feel your hard cock pressed into my stomach, and I know you can tell how wet I am from the fact thatwe’re in public and your ear isn’t full of flirtatious refugees.
You pull back. “We’re going home so I can fuck you properly,” you say out loud. I smile and roll my eyes, but can’t help but bite my lip as I nod.
My hands paw absentmindedly at you as we make the drive back to your place. My resolve has toughen now that we’re en route to indulge in our every fantasy, the edge about to cease as desire is fully realized. I want to give it to you, but I’m going to enjoy making you work for it. I dig into the depths of my strength to make it all the more satisfying when I finally tease power over to you, when I finally let go of the carefully kept control that I’ve held tight to.
You can’t see my smile, but I know the power of my own separation and just how much I’m going to enjoy sinking my teeth in and playing with you. But you might as well have read my mind, because the moment we’re inside the four walls granting us privacy from the outside you world, you say –
“Finally. We’re alone. You have a job to do. Your job is to seduce me. Make me want to tie you up, degrade you, hurt you. Strip for me, dance for me, and when you’ve been a good girl I’ll put you on your knees and shove my cock down your throat.”
No matter how distracted I am, this I can do. A wicked smile spreads across my lips.
“All this time you’ve known I was a stripper; I almost thought you’d never ask.”
You smile.
“But first, I have something for you.” You stand up and grab something from the side table.
“Chin up,” you instruct, as you wrap a collar around my neck and buckle it in the back.
“Now, until I take it off you, you do what I tell you. Understood?”
I nod sweetly as I grab your finger and slide it in my mouth, sucking lightly as I push you back onto the chain. I move to your neck and give you a few independent bites before standing up to begin my work.
I tease my hips from side to side as I lock eyes with you. You’re mine now, and we may be at your place, but I have the home field advantage. I slip the steps of my dress off my left shoulder and slide it down over my wrist, my fingers, and then off.
“Don’t take your eyes off me,” I say, enjoying the subtle uncertainty of the statement.
Are you allowed to break eye contact, or can you visually soak me up? Will I reprimand you or praise you for breaking away from my eyes? Oh, wait, who’s in charge here? Because as much as I want to give up power, I always keep spares hidden in places you can’t see. Can you find them all and strip me of them?
I free you from the uncertainty as I twirl around and slowly unbutton my dress, hips luxury to the music as I go. I turn my head enough to face you, hiding my ever more naked body from giving you full satisfaction. When I’m through undoing all the buttons, I turn to face you, still covered up, and saunter over.
“Look me in the eyes,” I say as I come closer and sweetly lower myself onto yourlap.
Only then do I let the dress fall, and grab your hands and bring them to my chest as I hold your gaze. You can feel me, but not see me. Not yet. I pull your hand down further and and slip your fingers into my underwear.
“Do you feel how wet you make me?” I whisper as I maneuver your fingers inside of me.
“Do you know how badly I crave for you to tie me up, degrade me, hurt me? I don’t want to be able to have a coherent thought for days you have me so fucked in subspace. I want you to own me so thoroughly, so completely, that you forget there was ever a time you thought you couldn’t have me any way you liked. That you were ever soft, cautious, or curious about anything other than how deeply you can break me. I want to look in the mirror and see a roadmap of the places you’ve pushed me to my limit.”
And with that, I free your hand, and turn so my ass is pressed right up against your rock hard cock. You moan and wrap your hands around my hips and back up my chest.
“You really are a depraved whore,” you say.
I saw deeply as I whisper softly, “please, hurt me, I want you to make me afraid, hopeless. I need it. I trust you.”
You groan before sinking your teeth into my neck, your left hand pins mine behind me as your right wraps around my throat. You drag me to the bed and push me back as you climb on top of me, chuckling, “I’m going to make you regret that.”
You pull my arms above my head and lock them to the frame.
“But I think you’d like that too, you fucking whore.”
You’re reaching for my underwear to strip them off as you notice the text.
“Cumslut, oh?” You pull them down and off as you grab a spreader bar and lock up my feet.
“Open your mouth,” you say, shoving your fingers into my throat as you grab a ball gag.
“You realize this was dumb of you, that you’re trapped, right?” You slip your fingers out and the gag in, securing it around the back.
“You’re bound, gagged, tempting me with slutty underwear and begging me to hurt you. There’s nothing you can do. Nowhere you can go. You belong to me until I decided I’m done with you, and there’s nothing I won’t do if it’s what I want.”
I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head as your hand whips across my face.
“Don’t take your eyes off me, I want to see that cocky self assuredness drain from Your eyes as I break you.”
I moan involuntarily as I flicker between real life and subspace, control slipping through my fingers like euphoric sand, soft and pleasant and inviting. Warmth fills me as I saw into being yours. To feel you rip through me, as cleaning as the fires of being reborn as the phoenix.
I feel your hand slip behind my head, your fingers running gently Through my hair as you kiss me softly.
“Do you know how hard it makes me that you want this too, you don’t know how much I’ve longed to torture you.”
Your fingers tighten and pull my hair back roughly as I smile. Althoughthe gag, you see this and shake your head incredulously, delighted at just how much the mask has slipped, seeing the true core of us both. And with that you’re turning the Hitachi on and holding it to me.
“Let’s see how many times I can make you cum without my cock in your mouth” you say, making me instantly cum and my eyes roll back into my head.
I feel your hard slap as warm delight, and the sensings make me cum again.
“Look at me when I make you cum” you say as my eyes plead with you, unable to speak, drool pooling along my face as I moan in agoning delight.
“There you are” your eyes flash, “Now I see you.”
The Hitachi is pushing me to another realm as tears begin to fill my eyes.
“Hold my gaze and cum for me” you say as I feel myself soak the sheets and release decades of tears and shame and longing.
I don’t want to let go of your eyes now, I need you, I need this, I need you to see me to my depths and give me everything I’ve ever wanted by taking exactly what’s yours. What you’ve earned, what you’ve worked for. You were so delicate until now, so patient, so thoughtful. I don’t want that anymore. You’ve won the game, luxury in your victory.
Before I’ve had a chance to come down from the heights, you’ve slipped a bigger toy inside of me with your left hand lightly fingering my clip.
“Now you’re all mine,” you say, and I hear a condom packet rip open as you slide it over your cock. The anticipation makes me cum again, but this time my gaze is locked on yours.
“Good girl,” you whisper as you slowly start to fuck me.
“Say that I own you.”
I struggle to repeat it with the ball gag lodged in my mouth.
“What was that?” you ask, fucking harder. “I didn’t understand you.”
I try again with slightly more success.
“Still didn’t get that,” you say, fucking me harder and more roughly. “Say it whore.”
“You own me,” I cry out as clearly as possible.
“Good, then you’ll understand why I have to do this,” you say, one hand shoved against my face as you fuck me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before.
I cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure as you continue without stopping, without regard, filling me completely until I can barely breathe and until I think I can’t stand it anymore and am about to beg you to stop. Only then, when you see how close you are to breaking me, do you cum, causing me to cum too. You bury yourself deep inside of me as I feel the full weight of you engulf me.
“Good girl,” you smile, whispering in my ear.
You undo the ball gag and my restraints and pull me into your arms, softly struggling my hair.
“You are depraved” you purr as I nod, burying my face into your chest, singing deeply.
“Do you know how much I needed that?” I ask, mask off, a quiet injury, a need for the magnetic attraction between us to be spoken. The truth of being seen laid bare as an offering at the temple of you. You pull back slightly and kiss my forehead.
“I do now.”
We lay there for a few minutes in bliss, as I feel joy and yearning and satisfaction wash over me in delicious waves, until I’m pawing at you, kissing you, tracing the lines of your body with delicious fingers. I want to be soft for you. Sweet. Corruptible. An innocent you must shatter as you try a million ways to break me. Until you’ve unearthed the rotten core, all the debased cravings we both share. I can only hope you delight in the journey of holding up a mirror to my true self as much as you enjoy the destination of final discovery. I want this at your hands, I want to see into the depths of your mind as you gaze into my soul.
“I didn’t finish seeing how many times I could make you cum,” you say, standing up.
“Go over to the cross and stand still. Hands up.”
I can’t help but love the freedom of being told openly what to do to please you. I don’t have to look at you to know you’re hard again. You wrap a belt aroundnd my wait and place the Hitachi inside.
“Spread your legs, lean up against the cross, and push yourself on the wand,” you say, locking my legs in the spreader bars once more.
You pull my arms up higher and lock them to the cross.
“So many fun implements to beat you with,” you say, teasing something large slowly down my back, ass, legs. I’m breathing heavily with the sensings of the cross, restraints, Hitachi, and you standing behind me with whatever implement you’re using. When the hits begin to rain down harder, I cum long and hard.
“Good girl,” you moan, pausing to switch out tools.
“This might hurt more than you bargained for,” you say, tracing the lines of my body with a new sensing, right before I’m being hit with something sharp and thuddy.
I cry out in pain and delight, trying desperately to lean into the dance of your beating, the perfect model of high pain tolerance and perseverance. You keep pushing and I start to cum over and over again until I can barely stand. I register every time you switch toys, albeit barely, but the thrill of submitting to the pain you inflict is intoxicating and addictive. Every chuckle as you know me deeper frees something within me, every hit feels like a password embrace.
You have the wherewithal I lack and at some point have counted 20 orgasms. I feel the full weight of you press up against me as your hands roam freely. I feel you remove the belt only to replace the momentary reprieve with one hand ever so lightly feeling how soaked you’ve made me, while the other grabs my nipples with increasing force.
“Now you really are my cumslut,” you growl into my ear, instantly making me cum again.
“But we’re not done here,” you say, before the weight of you is removed and I can only hear the light sounds of whatever you’re planning next. Before I can guess what’s in store, you’re back and pinching my nipples with clamps, and then sliding something large inside of me.
“I have a high degree of confidence you’ll enjoy what’s next, maybe even more than I will,” you say as you maneuver the toy in and out.
I moan amidst shaky breaths as you say, “tell me you want it in every hole.”
“Fuuuck,” I shudder, momentarily unable to say more. The crack of your hand brutally spanking my already red ass cheeses brings me back to.
“SAY IT,” you demand, the pain building.
“I WANT IT,” I cry out.
“You want what?” you reply.
“I want it in every hole,” I get out. I can almost hear you smile.
“Then you’re going to be good and take what I give you, even if you think it’s too much,” you say, pushing something cool up against my ass, teasing it around until I’m pressing myself against you, more and more desperate to feel the sensings you have in store. Your hand wraps around my throat as you start to push a plug into my ass.
“Relax, I know you want it,” you say as I breathe deeply and reach for all encompassing calm. You pushFurther until I have toys in both holes, and then I feel the restraints loosen.
“Get on your knees and show me you want to be my cumdump,” you say, touching yourself.
The serpent inside of me slithers and hisses in delight.
“Oh? Is it my birthday? I haven’t been keeping up with the calendar,” I demure, locking my eyes on yours as I lower myself before you.
“It might be, but you’re going to have to beg for it,” you say, teasing your cock away from me.
I hold your gaze as I open my mouth and slip my tongue around my lips.
“Please,” I pout playfully. “Please let me have my favorite dessert. I want it so badly, and you know how talented I am at getting you off,” I smirk.
“Close, but I wouldn’t quite call it begging,” you retort, wrapping the hand that’s not on your cock around my throat.
“Plea-“I start to say as your grip tightens, choking me.
“Please,” I get out.
“Please let me suck your cock-“
“Please let me suck your cock-“
“Please let me suck your cock, what?” you ask, tightening further.
And with that I’m caught, the sensings are too much, the light flickers out of my eyes.
“Please let me suck your cock, daddy.”
Without taking your eyes or hands off me you come closer, teasing your cock near my mouth.
“Worship me,” you say, finally letting me take you fully in my mouth.
A moan escapes my lips as I feel the fullness of all you’ve done to me. With bliss, I enjoy the sensing of being completely filled by you, and finally give in to the deliciousness of the experience. I luxury in the feeling of tasting you, drenching you, deep throating you until I can’t breathe. I twirl my tongue and use one hand to softly fondle your balls while the other traverses the long length of your shaft.
This is my religion, I could be here forever. I want to learn the curves of your body, the seeds of your desire, so deeply that it becomes a language I’ve gained fluency in. I crave satisfying you, your satisfactionn and enjoyment are crisp, clear pools of water after a lifetime of traversing the desert in thirst. I want to be so uniformly designed for your pleasure that we become one and you can use me as an extension of yourself.
“Ask me for permission to cum,” you say, know it’s already too late and that this phrase alone will take me over the edge.
Before I can think, your cock is out of my mouth and your smooth hand has run like a bell across my face.
“Ask. for permission. to cum.” you growl before shoving your cock down my throat so I can’t ask even if I want to.
I moan and take as much as I can before I collapse and beg you, “please can I cum?”
You look down at the mess before you and smile, “only when my cock is in your mouth,” you say, and before the words have washed over me I’m already back, feeling you fill my mouth as I cum relentlessly. You can’t help it, you’re so turned on that this makes you cum too.
With this, we take a longer break, and the fire in your eyes reflects like light through a prism, revealing the rainbow of our basest desires laid bare. You pull me close to you as your hands squeeze me all over.
“Was that as fun for you as it was for me?” you ask, stroking me absentmindedly.
“Better, probably” I say, flashing a smile at you and biting my lip. “I got more orgasms.”
“Mmm, that you did,” you say, pulling me closer. “I love this time with you, you really are more depraved than I ever imagined.”
“I told you,” I say, kissing you lightly, brushing my fingers through your hair and tracing the outline of your face. “I want it just as badly as you do. Maybe more.”
I lean into you and feel the warmth of your broad chest, singing pleasantly as I soak up all that is you.
“You see me, you understand me, and you want the same things that I do,” I say, “and so the mask?” I pantomime ripping it off, “is gone.”
“Mmmmm” you grunt.
“And there’s so much more to experience,” I flirt”We’ll have to see if your free use promises push me past my breaking point.”
At that, you breathe deeply and shake your head.
“Now you need to drink water and eat something. It will be so much more satisfying to break your spirit if I’ve done all I can to keep you healthy,” you say, getting up and then pushing snacks and hydration in my direction.
I proudly re-energize as I look your way.
“What do you have in store for me next, daddy?”
I can see I’m pushing you, teasing you, and that you’re debating whether or not you want to start the next scene right now.
“You have aftercare duties,” you say, ducking into the bathroom to reemerge with a damp clothes, grabbing some fruit from the minifridge.
“Wipe me down and hand feed me fruit, I want to watch you work for me.”
I take the warm clothes, cooling in the air, and begin to tease it down your body, carefully covering every inch of you. As I reach your feet, I begin to kiss you as I go. WhenI get back to the top, I drop the rag, wrap you in a warm blanket, and slide up close to you as I pull out the fruit.
“Open up,” I purr, dropping fruit into your mouth as you obey.
I relish these moments where I tell you what to do, even when it was your idea. The more I provoke you, the more unabashed you’ll become.
“Good boy,” I whisper in your ear as I drop the last piece of fruit into your mouth, and suddenly your hand is pinning me down to the bed as you strip the blanket off of you.
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