Inspired by Masturbation Monday
Tied to the bed, bound for her pleasure. There was nothing more to say or do but to give her control. She kissed up my torso marking me as hers.
“You’ll beg boy.” She said firmly.
She nibbled along my neck and up my jawline before snaking her fingertips through my hair and pulling it to arch my back. She had my undivided attention.
I licked them and she took it into her mouth. I groaned. It was unexpected and a delicious treat. My eyes were covered heightening the sensations. I could only imagine her appearance. She’d approached me from behind and blindfolded me immediately. Her delectable body was one that I couldn’t forget.
She was tall for a woman. Long dark hair. Chocolate eyes. Her breasts… Firm. Ripe. Juicy. Delicious.
When I was allowed, I loved to lick from her shoulder down to her feet in one continuous sweep. She’d lay on her side and allow me to. It was like outlining her silhouette with my tongue. I knew things about her that she never would. She shivered when I started. Laughed when I reached the side of her belly. Gasped when I licked from her hips to her ankle. Frowned when I reached the sole of her foot. The fact that I couldn’t see her right now wasn’t punishment. It gave me the chance to see her in the same light that I tasted. She was magnificent.
She moved away from my mouth and I felt the loss immediately. The bed dipped on either side of my head and I knew her thighs were just above my face. I lifted and kissed one side of her thigh and she gasped in surprise.
“Bad… bad… boy.”
Her hands caressed my chest and I laid back down. I knew I was only “bad” because she’d enjoyed the treat.
Pins pressed into my nipple and I shivered. She rolled them along my skin and instantly I knew it was a Wartenberg wheel. The pins pricked but never penetrated my skin. The precise sticks caused my skin to come alive in the paths that she set out to.
Nipples, stomach, and… I groaned loud. She ran the wheel up one side of my cock and down the other, over and over. I panted and tried to breathe but she chose that moment to lower her wetness onto my mouth.
Ready for anything that I could do for her, I opened my mouth and worshiped her heat easily. She was sweet and uniquely her. She rode my face slowly while torturing my swollen cock.
“You look ready to explode boy.” She said between moans.
Unable to speak with a mouthful of her I continued feasting upon her as if my life depended on it.
“Come be a good girl and put your mouth to use.” I heard Mistress say.
Confused for a second, I started to move to speak but then lips firm and ready wrapped around my erection. I groaned loudly. I’d almost…
“Suck him deep,” Mistress said.
She, whoever she was, began sucking me so deep into her mouth that I could feel her throat as it stretched to accept me.
Her tongue was sure.
Her mouth was wet.
Her throat was warm.
I flexed my hips in her mouth fucking it with abandonment to her needs. The only thing that I could focus on was releasing into her throat. I wanted to grab her head but my arms were tied. I wanted in deeper and she tried to accept me but her gags could be heard often.
“Keep up, girl. My boy likes your mouth.” Mistress demanded.
“Yes, Ma’am.” She said. She set forth to the task with new motivation.
Mistress pinched my nipples until the pen was the only thing that I could feel. I’d done something wrong.
I went back to the task of pleasing her. Talk about being determined. The sensation to fuck and lick was all I could think about. I wanted to use and be used. I wanted to please and be pleased.
I was close. So fucking close.
“Girl, you aren’t to cum until he does,” Mistress commanded.
I was losing the war. She was shaking uncontrollably as she sucked me. She needed this just as badly as I. Mistress was riding my mouth and I knew she was close. She was grinding and leaving me with a little air. The control over the air I received was an aphrodisiac.
I roared. Jets squirted into the girl’s mouth and she caught every drop. She cried out around me as her own orgasm pushed forward.
Mistress, being the commanding element, came last basking in the power. She collapsed onto my chest giving me a reprieve to breathe but it was too late. I was already floating.
I felt the freedom of my arms and then soft light entered my vision. I kept my eyes closed and gave in to exhaustion.
“Rest, my boy.”
I heard the words but was too spent to respond. Hers…
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