I imagine you standing before me, gazing at me with willing eyes. You bite your lip with anticipation. I stare back at you so intensely that you can’t help but tremble inside a little. “Hm. What will it be tonight, I ask?” “Are you my good girl? Or is my little slut just begging to be used?” You nod and say. “Whatever pleases Sir” I begin to walk around you, admiring how sexy you are. Thinking to myself what a good little slut you are. “Hm. I guess we’ll see. Now put on these shackles on your wrists and ankles. I’m just getting started….” you feel yourself become turned on, feeling a little wet as you begin to obey.
I place your hands behind your back and connect the shackles with a small lock. I grip your hair again, your eyes meeting with mine. “You are my little FuckToy. Used only for my pleasure. And don’t you dare cum without my permission….” you whimper a little. I grab the sides of your throat and say calmly, “…is that clear?” You nod. “I’m not going to say it again,” as I grip slightly harder. You feel a tingling rush over you but manage to say, “yes Sir.” I sit down and unzip my pants and take out my cock.
“I need that little slut throat. It should be no problem taking this cock in that whore throat.” I release your neck but feel me now gripping your hair again. As you see my cock your mouth begins to water. You can’t wait to have it slide into your mouth, swallowing every inch. I push your head onto my cock and feel it slide into your mouth and into your throat. You take it like the little whore you are. My eyes roll back as you swallow every inch of me. I slide in and out of you. At times making you gag, other times holding your breath. You feel your eyes water, and your mascara begins to run, but you continue like my good little slut. “What a good little slut you are,” I say.
You look up at me adoringly as you know how good you make me feel. I gaze at you with eyes half open and returning the adoration. You feel how hard my cock is at that moment. Only for you. You made me so turned on. I grab your hair and pull you off for a moment. I say calmly, “you know what I need, my tight little slut pussy….” I help you to your feet and unlock your hands. “Palms on table,” you know to spread your legs. Putting your palms on the table with your ass sticking out. You feel me come up behind you as you wait with anticipation.
Suddenly you feel me slide into you, feeling every inch go into you deep. You moan as you feel me going so deep inside you. I grab your hair, and you arch back a little. With the other hand, I pull your hip into me hard. With every thrust, you feel another wave of pleasure. Soon you feel yourself start to get wetter and wetter until you feel as though you may cum. “May I please cum Sir?” You ask. “Not yet. You have to wait. Don’t you dare cum yet! Or consequences…” you feel me going faster now. It is starting to become unbearable. You feel as though you just have to. You say again. “Please, may I cum Sir?” I say again. “You must wait. Or else…” I continue to thrust until you finally cannot take it anymore. You feel yourself let go and cum. I feel you throbbing on my cock. I pull your hair harder… saying calmly but firmly, “did I say you could do that?”
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