Dinnertime

sirsslut7:

I stood in the kitchen, clanging bowls around to start cooking dinner.  He came up behind me and grabbed my hair in his fist.  I jumped; I hadn’t heard him come home.  He placed his lips against my ear and whispered, “In the middle of anything?”.

“No, I was just starting,” I answered.

“Good,” he said, and led me to the bedroom by my hair.  He shoved me onto the bed.  “Turn around,” he ordered, and I followed.

He peeled my pants off of me and yanked me down to the end of my bed with my legs.  I spread my lips open for him.  “Good girl,” he said, and buried his face in my dampening cunt.

I moaned.  He chuckled, and the vibrations sent another flood of pleasure up my spine.  He swirled his tongue around my clit and flicked it back and forth.

I sighed.  I hadn’t came in….months?  I couldn’t keep track anymore.  I guess it showed how accustomed I had grown to him denying my orgasms that I didn’t even bother counting the days anymore….

His tongue still taunting my clit, he shoved his fingers inside my wet pussy.

“Oh god,” I let out as he thrust his fingers in and out of my cunt over and over again while licking my growing-ever-more sensitive clit.  Grinding my hips in time with his fingers, I concentrated on nothing else but the escalating pleasure spreading to every inch of my body…

I was going to cum.

I could feel it rising inside of me, and I knew I didn’t have permission.  I tried to hold it back, to speak, to ask for a permission I knew he would refuse…

He yanked his hand out of my pussy and pulled his face away.

“Ohhh,” I whined in frustration, banging my fist on the mattress.  

“Hehehe,” he chuckled, and slapped my soaking wet cunt.

“Hmph!” I protested and shoved my knees together.

He pried my legs apart and slapped my cunt again.

And again.

And again.
I tried to keep my legs open for him, but the last one really got to me, and I jerked away.  He pulled me back to him and stuck his face back in my pussy, furiously licking my now ultra-sensitive clit.

“Ahhh,” I yelled in relief, in sensations too great for my body, in a hundred different feelings my mind refused to verbalize at the moment.

He pushed his fingers into my pussy and rubbed my G-spot.

“Oh my god,” I whispered urgently, gripping the blankets underneath me.

He slid his fingers out of my cunt and spread them out, shoving two of them back into my pussy and the other two up my ass.

I moaned again, feeling him filling up both of my holes now with each thrust.  Complete, amazed, I felt it rising inside of me again, building up, I couldn’t stand it much longer…

He pulled out of me again.

Goddamnit.

I whined again.

It didn’t help my situation.

This played out repeatedly over the next hour:  he fingered my until I was leaning over the brink of cumming, pulled out, waited a few minutes, and then started all over again.

I was left in a wet, needy mess.  Oh, so needy.

He finally stopped for the last time and pulled himself up to lie beside me, grinning at the frustration on my face.

“Well, while ye wet cunt is tasty, it doesn’t have a very high nutritional value.  Ready for dinner?” he asked.

“Hmph,” I whispered, the forming-sounds-into-words ability slowly coming back to my brain along with my blood flow.  “I’ve got a couple more things topping my to-do list right now.”

“Oh?” he taunted, swirling his finger around my nipple, “what’s that?”.

“I need to cum,” I replied.

“Hmmm,” he said, pinching my nipple and grinning at my gasp, “I actually considered letting you cum a couple times, but I know how much you just love being teased and denied ye orgasms, slut,” he finished slowly, patting my belly.

“Hmph,” I whined again, frustrated beyond imagination.

“Awww, poor denied slut.  Now, tell me what the other thing was.”

“What?” I asked, the mere glimpse of an orgasm shoving every other thought out of my mind.

“You said there were a couple of other things on your list.  ‘Couple’ means two.  What was the other thing?”

“Oh yeah,” I said, another neuron finally firing in my brain.

I lifted my pleasure-heavy body up and yanked his pants off of him.  

I wrapped my lips around his cock and slid my mouth up and down his shaft, licking and sucking as he hardened inside of me.  I moved faster and faster, imagining him inside my dripping wet cunt currently hanging in the air.  My lips at the base of his cock, I moaned with him in my mouth.

He murmured lightly in response and grabbed my hair, pushing my head up and down on his cock, speeding up.  With his other hand, he reached down for my arm laying over his belly, rubbing it for a few moments before digging his nails into my flesh.  His breath quickened with each thrust.

He pulled my head off of his cock, looked down at me, and asked, “Where do you want it, slut?”.

I smiled at him and paused for a moment.  “On my face,” I answered softly.

His other hand still pulling my head away from his hard cock, he stroked himself for a few agonizing moments before dripping his cum all over my face.

After laying on the bed in peaceful silence for a while, he sat up, wiped his fluid-covered hand on my already soiled face, smacked my ass, smiled sweetly at me, and said, “Now, lets go eat actual food, slut.”

A Trip to the Vet, Part 6: Fun Times for the Receptionist

kinkonwheels:

darkknitting:

Story requested and inspired by one of my followers, the delicious Ms. O.

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Mistress sighed with satisfaction at the pleasure Dr. Carlyle had given her. The man’s fingers were magic, her pussy was still tingling with delicious aftershocks.
Purring she cuddled closer to his side, her hand searching for his cock.
“Enough of that,” playfully he swatted her hand away. “I think we need to go keep an eye on your Pet, it doesn’t do to leave subbies alone for too long, you never know what trouble they get into.”
And indeed, Mistress could hear noises in the other room, desperate eager noises. Someone was having fun.
Quickly she straightened her clothing and followed the doctor to the door. Mmm, she loved his gentlemanly manners as he opened the door for her and put his arm about her waist to usher her through.
Poor Pet was indeed having fun, judging by the way his little cock bulged through the bars of his cage. He was face-up on the bench now, but just as firmly strapped in place. And as much fun as Pet was having, it wasn’t as much as the doctor’s receptionist, who was making good use of Pet’s pretty face.
Dr. Carlyle whispered in Mistress ear. Mistress’ eyes went wide with shock, but when she moved to interrupt the pair, Dr. Carlyle held her back. “Wait,” he urged quietly. “Let’s just see what happens, your little slutty Pet might enjoy it.”
“Oh, I don’t know, Doctor, this is rather extreme. And he hasn’t had any warning, it’s never much been my thing.”
“But it won’t harm him and it’s way sexy to watch.”
At this he moved closer to Pet, Mistress still at his side. The receptionist was facing away from Pet and far too busy enjoying herself to notice their silent approach.
She was encouraging Pet with delicious moans and sweet words. With a loud cry she pressed her sweet pussy even closer to Pets face. Mistress bent down to watch up close how her sweet little Pet licked the very last tremor out of the lady’s orgasm. The receptionist rubbed her wet pussy over Pet’s face, so he could enjoy the taste while she purred her approval.
Then she asked Pet if he was ready for another little treat. Silly Pet innocently murmered that he was.
The lady lifted her sweet pussy a little bit away from Pet’s face and with a sigh of relief let go a golden stream of pee right onto Pet’s pretty face. Mistress got a good look at his shocked expression and she smiled gleefully.

Pet opened his mouth to protest when he realisd what was happening, but he quickly shut it again when he caught a gulp of the golden liquid. Coughing and spluttering, he pressed his lips tightly together and shook his head while making frantic muffled sounds.
Mistress pressed her hands on Pet’s shoulders. “Ssh, sweetie, just relax, it’ll be over soon enough. You’re such a good boy.”
Pet moaned, hating himself, Mistress knew just what to say to make him feel all submissive, but this was too much.
“Yes,” she continued to purr, “you are a good boy. You are My good boy. Such a sweet Pet. Don’t you look all pretty with your face wet from the nice lady’s pee.”
Pet moaned some more, but his tone had already changed from a protest to resigned compliance while the wetness streamed down his cheeks and dampened his hair.
When finally the lady was done, Pet dared to open his eyes, and his vision was filled by the lady’s sweet pussy that he’d licked so eagely just moments before. A few droplets still clung to her, taunting him, and tempting him. He’d been so shocked and disgusted when the golden stream had hit his face, but soon he’d realised that Mistress wanted him to suffer this embarrasment and he’d settled down to feel the warm liquid on his skin, straight from the receptionist’s body onto his. The sharing of such a private act had felt so intimate.
He’d felt the doctor’s firm hands working on his wee bitty cock, keeping him hard and straining in his cage. But more importantly he’d heard his Mistress’ voice, at once soothing and teasing, letting him know he’d just have to suffer this humiliation to please her.
The few little drops weren’t intimidating to Pet and without much thought besides the lady’s pleasure, he lifted his head and licked her sweet pussy clean.
“Mmm, such a good Pet…” This time it was the receptionist who murmered the encouragement and Pet felt himself sink further into submissiveness.
“Yes, such a good Pet, all hard and straining in his cute little cage.” Dr. Carlyle sounded so condecending that Pet moaned again, this time with embarrasment, all the more when he heard his Mistress’ cruel giggle.
His wet face was growing cold and the liquid stung and itched his cheeks.
Finally the receptionist pulled away and he was able to see the wicked grin on Mistress’ face as she once more praised him and called him her brave little Pet, while placing little kisses on his chest.
More than once he’d told her he would do anything for her, suffer any embarrasment. Of course she would make him regret that, she always did. She made him feel like such a slutty Pet, and then laughed at him for admitting it. Damn his submissive nature.

“Sarah, did you neglect to ask Mistress’ permission to use her little Pet for your own pleasure?” Dr. Carlyle’s soft voice held a note of menace that made Pet glad it wasn’t directed at him.
The receptionst’s hand flew to her mouth as if she’d only just realised her error. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Mistress, I quite forgot. My apologies, Mistress, Dr. Carlyle.”
“Hm,” Dr. Carlyle didn’t sound impressed, “usually we have the pets clean up, but this time you’d better see to that yourself, Sarah. We’ll have a word about this later.”
“And you’d better clean up my little Pet first, after all, he didn’t ask for this and neither did I.” Mistress sounded as stern as ever, and her voice softened only marginly when she prompted Pet, “And what do you say to the nice lady, my Pet?”
Pet swallowed hard, suddenly his mouth had gone dry, but he knew all too well what Mistress expected of him and he knew he’d better make a good job of it, or else. He thought for a moment, urging his brain to come up with the proper words.
“Thank you, Ma’am, for allowing me to enjoy all your divine pussy has to offer.” Pet finally managed, trying to sound sincere, but still feeling sulky.
But if Mistress noticed, she didn’t say. And Dr. Carlyle took her away and the receptionist glided out of pet’s view and soon he heard the sound of water running. Pet tested his bonds, but they were as firm as ever. His little cock felt some relief in it’s little cage as he relaxed and the swelling went down. Soon the kind receptionist would have her hands on him, and he feared even the mundane task of getting him cleaned up would have his little cock straining just as hard as before…

Oh gosh… what a delicious, humiliating story by my Mistress. She always finds something to take me by surprise. It made me blush just to read it. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did…

(Previous parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5)

True story…

femsubdenial:

Here’s a memory from last month I wanted to share. Enjoy!

There’s something about a fingernail on fabric. Especially when it’s scratching along a seam. Especially that seam that’s oh so conveniently lined up right over her crotch, tranferring the pressure and the vibrations of fingernails-on-fabric directly over, but not in direct contact with, her most sensitive areas.

I spanked there a few times, too. You might assume either she wished she was bare and able to feel the full force of those spanks between her legs, or that she was grateful for the protection of her pants. Personally, I think it was simultaneously both. That’s what really gets her going… when she wants what she doesn’t want. True to form, she loves/hates that she hates/loves that I fully understand this about her & use it against her with glee. It was time for orgasm predicament play!

She giggled as I fumbled with the buttons at the waist of her jeans. I just smiled and patiently kept trying.

The zipper was easy.

“Hmm… I didn’t mean to put my hand in over your panties, but I suppose it’s hotter if I just pull those to the side anyway.” I say, and demonstrate roughtly as if to non-verbally say “Mine!” Then I started playing, quickly finding her bare clit.

I brought her to an edge easily before I warned her: “Don’t you dare cum without permission! If you cum before we get to my place then I’m not going to let you cum for the rest of the night!”

So there I was, driving down the highway at night, one hand on the steering wheel, another getting gasps and groans, and disbelieving whimpers each time I stopped, all while she kept her knees wide and her hands out of the way because she’s a good girl and we’ve played enough times that she knows better. “Oh, what’s wrong, do you want me to keep going? Do you want me to press like this?”

“Yes! Yes! Wait! Stop! I’m gonnaaa….”

“Which is it? Hmmm? You want me to rub like this? Or should I stop?”

“Fuck! I don’t know…”

“You don’t know? Don’t you want to cum? Hmmm?”

“No.. No, I don’t want to cum!”

“Oh? You don’t want to cum?”

“Wait… I mean…”

“But you like this, don’t you, feeling helpless and exposed? Humping my fingers, wanting an orgasm you’d better not fucking have?”

“yyyYes, Sir.”

I got a good grip on her labia with my thumb and forefinger, right next to her clit, and pulled up and to the side in fast yanking motions. “Maybe I should just pinch you like this instead, hmmm? Is that better?”

“Oh please stop!”

“Why? Does it hurt too much or are you going to cum from this?”

“Please… please…”

“Answer my question, toy!”

“It’s going to make me cum….”

I stop and concentrate on driving. “Ohhh… my, I almost missed our exit. Why, it would have taken a lot longer to get home if I had missed that one!” Once we make the turn and merge onto another highway, my fingers started right back up again. “We’re nearly there. Can you make it? Can you hold out? Hmmm?”

“Oh fuck! Stop! Stop! Please!” she begged, but then immediately whimpered when I complied.

“Oh, does it drive you crazy when I press and rub… then stop…. then press and ruuuuuuuub… and then…. Stop? Maybe it would be nice of me if I just didn’t stop, like this? Hmmm?”

“Oh please! Fuck! No!… AUGHHUNH!”

I didn’t deny her that night, by the way. With others I might have but she’s not that into orgasm denial, plus she can cum and still want much more. She came two or three more times as soon as we got inside my place just from my pulling on her hair and nipples while forcing eye contact and grinning at her. I then caned her for a while, and fingered her from behind while caning her for a few more orgasms. Finally done, we went to bed… except I got frisky and teased her… and teased her… She sucked my cock, grunting wonderfully when I gripped her hair and started fucking her mouth, then I pulled her onto her back and decided to return the favor.

She was so sensitive by then that my first few light licks got a response of “Oh my god!” and things only got better from there. I finally, finally licked her hard, making her cum, and then I kept going! She twisted, flopped, and finally raised a leg up over my head and turned over onto her front in self-defense! I could have decided that wasn’t allowed, but intead I laughed and growled and licked and nommed my way up her back until I was spooning her, thinking that maybe I “should” have punished her for moving away from me like that but this was fun and I was happy. … for now. I knew she’d be spending the following night as well, and an idea of tying her spread-eagled to my bed so she couldn’t twist away started forming into a plan.

onedeadpoet:

Wetness check, little one.

I see someone has been doing her daily work edgings. What do you say if we shut the door to your office and I give you a few more? I promise not to stop until I see your clit nice and swollen and twitching HARD…so very close…then whisper soft flicks with my tongue as I massage your G-spot right here on your desk.

Do you think you can keep quiet?

femsubdenial:

tasksforsubsandslaves:

The test was set. Dr Lexley had done his work and set the patient down in front of a computer. The screen played through a mixture of images and videos showing girls being tied, used and abused. Instantly the test girl was dripping, drooling and mindlessly playing with herself. Satisfied that the girl wouldn’t move, he left her to it to return later.

An hour later Dr Lexley returned to the room to find the girl in the same position, left arm limp drool covered the front of her body and there was a puddle on the floor from her dripping pussy. As he approached a little closer he noted the manic look in the girl’s eyes, a mixture of frustration, confusion and desperation. Despite his entering the room, her eyes never left the screen.

“Well, seems like my little test worked.” Dr Lexley spoke triumphantly and it was met by a wail of despair from the young girl. The work Dr Lexley had performed ensured that whenever the young girl saw images of the more graphic sexual nature she would become a mindless horny slut, dripping and drooling but never actually able to cum. As soon as the images were removed, the arousal simply ended and was replaced with an ache that comes when brought to the edge and denied, only much much worse.

What would you be willing to do for a program like this? Maybe something that wasn’t visual, so you could either use your favorite spirals or screenshows or just put on headphones and lay back in your bed, rubbing while letting the words soak in that encourage you to keep rubbing while reinforcing that you want to cum but you need to be teased, you want to cum but you need to be teased, you want to cum but you need to be teased…?