You start whining about how sticky you feel and that you need a shower, but before you can even sit up I yank you right back down onto the bed and shove my face between your thighs. My tongue swipes eagerly through the mess of my cum still dripping out of your abused hole, licking you clean while you squirm and try to push me away. You’re not going anywhere until I’ve tasted every last drop and left you even messier than before.
pervgirl introducing ‘dessert night’ into her subs routine simply because hes been locked in a flat cage for weeks and she misses making him cum with her mouth. so she drizzles warm fudge on his torso, licks whipped cream off of his nipples, devours him until he cums like a girl.
its just a fantasy, it’s not like you’re permanently altering your own morals by furiously rubbing your greedy cunt every single day to my fucked up posts, right?
This is true overstimulation!
Unable to move, now to tired to clench her thighs or shrug her shoulder to lift herself off. Just full contact! Full stimulation! No stop!
The best way to treat hysteria, but I would need to test it first… @CutieRachel6466 ??
What's the point of those collarbones if I'm not marking them up? I'd sink my teeth in deep, leaving dark bite marks and impressions all over their skin, sometimes biting hard enough to draw blood. I'd trace my fingers over the bruises afterward, feeling how raw and claimed they were, and whisper how fucking gorgeous they looked painted red for me.
Nothing gets me harder than turning their skin into my marks. I'd spend hours lost in that hungry, possessive heat, sucking and biting until every inch of their collarbones and shoulders throbs with evidence of my hunger. Their soft gasps and shivers only drive me deeper, making me crave the sight of them wearing my claim long after the night ends.
You lock that pathetic little cock of his into this tight steel chastity cage with a savage click, the metal biting deep into his swollen flesh as you twist the key and slip it between your breasts. Summer is here, and it is the perfect season to break him, parading him out in public while that cruel cage traps every throb and leak, reminding him exactly who owns that useless dick. He will feel it constantly, a constant humiliating pressure, knowing you control every denied twitch while you laugh at his growing frustration.
At the beach you will watch him sweat and burn under the hot sun, that cage hidden but so fucking obvious under his thin swim trunks as gorgeous men and women strut by in next to nothing, their bodies glistening and free. Every laugh, every brush of fabric against his trapped balls will make him ache harder, desperate and leaking like the denied slut he is, while you watch him squirm and blush, knowing his mind is consumed by the cage you forced on him and the release he will only beg for when you decide he has suffered enough.
Spanked on her bare ass in the corner before dinner. She will set the table with her spanked ass on show, vowing never to bunk off her chores again, and then sit with the family for dinner, with her skirt still pulled up.
You wake up to the cold click of the revolver’s cylinder spinning right against your clit, the metal already slick from being rubbed along your folds while you were out. Your eyes snap open in panic. Legs forced wide by ropes anchored to the bedposts, wrists cuffed high above your head, mouth taped shut so all that escapes is a muffled, desperate whimper.
He’s straddling your hips, fully dressed, expression calm as he presses the barrel lower and slides it inside you in one slow, deliberate push. The thick steel stretches your cunt open, heavy and unyielding, nestling deep until the trigger guard bumps your entrance. Is it loaded? Is it empty? He gives the cylinder another lazy spin, the metallic whir cutting through your racing heartbeat, then locks his eyes on yours.
Your body betrays you instantly. Walls clenching around the invading gun, a fresh gush of wetness coating the barrel as terror and raw arousal slam together. He watches that helpless expression you can’t hide: pupils blown wide, tears spilling over, chest heaving against the ropes while you tremble between sheer fear and the sick thrill of not knowing if he’ll really pull the trigger.
His thumb finds your clit again, circling slow and cruel, keeping you teetering on the edge as every tiny shift of the revolver inside sends electric jolts through you. You’re dripping around the steel now, shaking, caught in that perfect limbo. Silently begging him to stop, silently praying he doesn’t, while he savors the way your body answers the question you’re too terrified to ask out loud.
I’ve been pent up for days, unable to use you like I need to, my mind constantly racing with all the filthy ways I’m going to break you the second we’re finally alone. The moment the door shuts behind us I’m on you, ripping your clothes off and throwing you onto the bed like a toy I’ve been dying to destroy. I don’t waste time with gentle touches. I pin you down and start devouring your body, fingers and tongue working your sensitive spots until you’re already dripping and begging, but I’m nowhere near done. I’ve been planning this for too long to go easy on you now.
I push you straight past your breaking point, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of your trembling body while you shake and sob underneath me. My thick cock slams into you relentlessly, stretching your overstimulated holes as I keep a vibrator or my fingers pressed hard against your clit, refusing to let you catch your breath. Every time you think you can’t cum again I prove you wrong, pounding deeper and growling in your ear that you’re going to keep taking it until I’m satisfied. Your legs are shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down your face, but I just hold you tighter and fuck you harder through every brutal wave of pleasure that rips through you.
You’re my desperate little cum slut and I’m draining every last drop from you tonight. I overstimulate you until your voice is hoarse from screaming, your body a twitching, soaked mess beneath me, completely ruined and owned. Only when I’ve finally pumped you full and used you raw do I let up, leaving you broken and satisfied in the best kind of wrecked way. This is what happens when your Dom has been waiting too long. You’re going to feel me for days.
Your makeup is already running down your face in messy streaks and you still try to hold onto some scrap of dignity. Look at yourself. The smeared lipstick and ruined mascara already prove what a big slut you are. Stop pretending there’s anything left to protect. Give up what’s left of that dignity and accept that you’re just a messy, used little whore for me now.