thesimplestpleasure:

juste-une-petite-souris:

“Daddy?” my words trail lighter than my fingers down your chest, a weak grin written across my face while watching you sigh. “Yes baby?” your own words just as lazy, arms rising to wrap behind my back, tugging me close for a soft hug. “Can I try and cheer you up?” there’s a playful pitch in my voice, the melody sung with a brighter smile pulling up the corners of my lips. “You can try, princess.” I hate seeing you so upset, but it’s been a long day; one I had no control over. The weight of the world is resting on your sore shoulders, I’m just hoping I can lighten the load.

“Sit, Daddy.” I order politely, guiding you to the bed – there’s little hesitation, and you have no fight in you, your body just plops down in place. The Cheshire grin grows, and now you can read the devious smirk – “What are you thinking, babydoll…” your eyes narrow, watching my hands drop across your body, pulling up your shirt and tossing it away, my lips moving to pay well deserved attention to your smooth skin. “Baby…” your brows furrow, your frustration already too much to take. “No teasing, princess – not today.” the only warning you’ll give – but I have no intent to tease.

The groan from your lips as I tug at your pants only encourages me to continue; I can feel you throbbing through those tight jeans… No wonder you’re so grumpy.

Only moments later, they’ve been discarded with the shirt and my kisses are rounding your hips. “Baby.” your fingertips comb through my hair, pushing it over my shoulder and offering a slight smile of your own – the first of the day. “You don’t have to —” of course, you want me to; but the idea that I’m only doing it for you, and that I won’t enjoy it; that’s always in the back of your head. “Daddy, I wanna.” I reassure you, and that’s all you want, to know that my lips wrapped around your cock is what I want, just as much as it’s what you crave.

There’s no time for teasing, you’ve already warned me; and I’ve taken heed. Playfully my tongue runs up the underside of your hardness, one hand rested at your hip, the other on your thigh, my eyes locked on the curve of your brow, watching your reactions with intent. As soon as you press into my mouth, there’s a long, drawn out sigh of relief, as if you’ve been needing that warmth all day; and I’ve finally given it to you – even though you could have taken it… You prefer when I offer.

I would go slow, I would make this drawn out, but honestly, I just want you to cum; and I’m sure that’s what you want too. No games, just your cock pressed as far down my throat as I can manage. Sure, I gag a few times, and my eyes are watering something awful, but I’m whining and whimpering all the same; which, I’m sure the vibrations against you are wonderful. I make sure to keep suction, so much so my cheeks have little dents, and my tongue aches from the way it’s rolling along the underside of you with the rapid movements of my head.

It’s not long before you’re gripping my shoulder so hard there will be bruises by morning, but I don’t stop – if anything, it encourages me. I want nothing more in this world than to feel you cum down my throat; and hear those moans and groans that I know you’re making because of me. The moment I feel your fingers tighten at my flesh, and your cock twitch against my throat, I push you deeper, holding you there, but still letting my tongue stroke at you; eyes fluttering closed, soft moans resonating through me; but your own sounds drown them out.

After a few moments of not moving, your hands fall from my frame and I pull away, a mess of spit and cum dripping off my lips when I smile. “Daddy.” I sit upright on my knees, glancing down at you, blushing bright red, pushing my hair away from my face and wiggling just a little; I can’t help it, I’m aching to feel you – but I’m not asking, this wasn’t about me. “Yes princess?” your breathing labored, but you manage the words. “Did I do good, Daddy.” there’s nothing but a soft chuckle from you as your arm snakes around me, pulling me close. “Perfect baby, perfect.” the kiss you place on my forehead is the unspoken ‘thank you’ that I was dying to hear.

Fuck whether you’re “into” DDlg relationships or not because 1. This is hot as hell and 2. This is active servitude. This is good. This is knowing what he wants and aligning your own needs behind his.

doctortease:

“These are called travel straps,” he said, not without a hint of kindness, as he cinched them up around her tense limbs and torso. “The extra loops are for the suspension system in the—well, you’ll see. It’s mostly to keep you and the others from hurting yourselves by struggling while we’re in transit.“ He stood back and smirked a little. “Although they are not without aesthetic appeal.”

She’d been compliant, so far; he’d showed her his weapon when he woke her, told her quietly that he wouldn’t be violent if she didn’t make him, and aside from her fight-or-flight anger and a series of verbal barbs about his manhood she’d obeyed his instructions. The fact that she was being kidnapped—and professionally so—seemed to be setting in now, though. She’d been more and more quiet as he’d efficiently stripped her and buckled her up.

“One more piece,” he said, flipping open part of his matte black case and taking out the thick posture collar. “Normally I’d gag you as well, but you don’t seem to have much to say at the moment. And I don’t think you’re going to try screaming. Are you?“

Silence.

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “See, when you don’t answer me—when we can’t have a dialogue at all—that actually makes me nervous.” He reached down and grabbed the rings at her sternum and belly, lifting her up; she couldn’t stay entirely silent at that, gasping at how easily he shifted her, and at the way the thick strap suddenly dug into her crotch.

He carried her over to the faux fur rug he’d brought in with him—she’d already figured out that he planned to wrap her in it, then carry her out in broad daylight—and set her down again. She sagged against her bonds, trying not to let him see her face, but he ran two fingers down the thick strap to her little patch of fuzzy curls.

“Now, all the other girls on this trip have a little company to keep them amused,” he said, slowly pressing the flat leather against her. “A little battery-powered friend underneath here.“ She kept her eyes turned away, but he could see the flush spread over her chest, see the subtle shift of her hips. Her lips were swollen around the edges of the strap, and moisture beaded on them. “But that wasn’t a kindness. That was a punishment, because none of them were quite as well-behaved as you. Are you proud of yourself for avoiding it, Alexis?”

“You don’t get to call me by my first name,” she said, in a low, cold voice.

“Perhaps I don’t,” he said, amused. He tipped her chin up with one finger, gathered her hair and picked up the collar to work it into place. She was breathing fast through her nose, jaw clenched, swallowing with a little difficulty under the d-ring as he got it locked shut.

“But I have to call you something,” he said, giving each of the straps a final tug to make sure they were secure. “And you’re… unusual, so far. Not quite deserving of the usual pejoratives. Not a pet. Not a slut. Not a slave… yet.“

"Call me your opponent,” she said, looking up at last with suppressed defiance in her eyes.

“Oh my,” he murmured, a grin crooking his mouth. “As you wish.“

my-submissive-mind:

kaganmeister:

“You’re going to tell me when you’re right at the edge, aren’t you, lover.”

    Yes, Miss.

“Then I’m going to stop for a while. When I see you beginning to go soft I’m going to start again. And you’re going to tell me when you get to the edge again, aren’t you.”

    Yes, Miss.

“You rolled your three dice, what did they add up to?”

    11, Miss.

“Alright, then we’re going to do this 11 times. Each time you’re going to tell me when you’re right on the edge.”

   Yes, Miss.

“Then I’m going to sit on your face until I come.”

    Yes, Miss.

“That will be your thank you to me for not letting you come.”

    *whimper*

“You DO want to thank me for not letting you come, don’t you, lover?”

    *inaudible*

“Sorry, what was that?”

    Yes, Miss!

“That’s better.”

“And after you make me come it’s back in your cage, lover.”

    Yes, Miss.

“You do understand that you won’t come tonight, don’t you?”

    *nearly crying* Yes, Miss.

“Why don’t you roll your dice now, to see how many days you’re going to be locked up this time.”

    *rolls the dice*

“Oh look, you got 5. So only 5 days in the cage, lover. Then we get to do this again!”

“How long were you in the cage until today?”

    14 days, Miss.

“And how many days since you last had an orgasm?”

    43 days, Miss

“My, my. Getting three 6’s doesn’t happen very often, does it.”

    *whimpering* No, Miss.

“Ooo, it looks like you’re close to the edge right now! You don’t mind if I keep you on the edge for a little while before stopping, do you, lover…?”

I deserve to be teased like this. No cumming for me!