I’ve seen a lot of writing on aftercare for subs, but never seen anything about Dom drop or the kind of aftercare that D-types need. Consequently, many people assume that aftercare is only necessary for subs, and many people don’t know what kind of aftercare to ask for or provide.
It’s natural to feel guilty when you’re inflicting pain or cruelty to someone you care about. And like with everybody, a lack of adequate aftercare can be discouraging or even dangerous. Here’s some aftercare talking points I tend to like hearing from my subs that you can use as jumping off points:
Reassure your Dom that everything they said and did during the scene was wanted and consensual. Go over and discuss anything that ended up being less than pleasurable or any sore spots that they hit if not.
If the scene went smoothly, reassure them that you are capable of saying no and/or using your safe word. Reassure them that despite roleplaying a loss of control, you know that you still were able to consent during your scene.
Reassure your Dom that you aren’t actually scared of them; and reassure them that you don’t feel like you’re being taken advantage of, nor do you think that they will.
Reassure your Dom that you trust them, you know that they are a responsible dominant, and that you don’t feel afraid that they will abuse their power over you.
Reassure your Dom that they are a good person, and that they are not evil or bad for exercising restrained and consensual cruelty during a scene.
Reassure your Dom that they don’t need to feel guilty for enjoying themselves when they are dominant with you, and that you enjoy your scenes with them as much as they do.
And some other things to keep in mind regarding aftercare as a whole....
Make sure you end the conversation/evening properly. Even if the Dom doesn’t experience Dom drop immediately, it’s very easy for Doms to feel used or like pleasure machines if they feel like they’ve been left hanging.
^^ Especially if you’re sexting or doing BDSM long distance! Do not stop responding without giving closure and reassuring your Dom that you’re okay! If you disappear without saying anything, it’s very possible that your Dom will get anxious and worry that they’ve upset or hurt you.
Check in later. Aftercare doesn’t always have to take place immediately after a scene, especially if they felt like they didn’t need much aftercare afterwards or you’ve had an informal scene and decided to skip it. Dom drop can still settle in a while after a scene has ended, so don’t ever assume you’re automatically on the same page and that care won’t be needed.
Make sure to always offer regardless. Nobody should ever have to ask for aftercare! Don’t assume that your Dom is okay and needs nothing just because they’re in control during your scenes.
And finally, Doms: don’t be afraid to ask for reassurance on the specific points you worry about! Subs can’t read your mind, and they can’t always know if the aftercare they’re giving is enough unless you tell them. You will not lose your submissive’s respect by asking for aftercare as long if they are committed to engaging in conscientious kink.
Stay safe, take care of each other, and practice kink responsibly! ♡
I think I’ll never say this loud enough, Doms mental health is as important as the Sub’s! Even tho we are dominants we are still human being.
If you’re a dominant and need help is okay, if you need comfort is okay, if you need to express your thoughts and feelings is okay! Because being a Dom doesn’t mean that we are invincible!
I'm going to end this debate right here right now. Use both.
"Look at how wet you are. You're just a cock hungry whore aren't you? You are so pathetic for being turned on by being used like this. You are nothing more than a disgusting slut, aren't you.
True control happens without collars or restraints. It's the "you are in trouble" look in his eye from across the room when you know you are doing something you're not supposed to.
It's following the command of one single beckoning finger.
It's how your body reacts to thet deep guttural growl as he rolls his sleeves upto his elbow.
After so many years of this, you know each others body language better than you know your own.
Being a a man who wants to choke a woman on your cock, and also pull out her chair is not contradictory. Drying her tears when she burns dinner, and wanting to beat her ass with a paddle until she cries, are not contradictory. It’s okay to care about her favorite book, what happened at work, and why she thinks she doesn’t deserve that new sweater. It’s also okay to enjoy that whimpering sound she makes when you pull her hair, and want to smear her makeup with your cock while she edges herself for you. You can hold her when she stubs her toe, and still want to fuck her ass so hard she begs you to stop.
These are the men masochists crave. Men who understand that caring, loving, and tenderness are not weakness. Men who are also not afraid they will break us. Who know that we can be both strong and vulnerable. Men who satisfy our needs and give life to our dark desires. We don’t want to choose. Masochists are greedy, and we want both.
I only lasted two days before my tingling and seemingly continuously dripping pussy found me knocking at his office door, hoping I caught him in a good mood. Or possibly a bad mood. Whatever motivated him to touch me, or atleast, have the mercy to allow me to touch myself.
I needed release and if I didn't get it soon, I felt as though I was going to break from the inside and transform into a slobbering, panting thing just begging on her knees.
Here is my confession, Dear Readers, one I thought I would take to my grave. But after reading this, you and my therapist, will be the only other people alive on this planet who will be taking it to the grave as well.
You see, I am a Nymphomaniac.
Or a hypersexual. Whichever term magazines are using to best describe someone who thinks of sex often enough to be continually aroused and needs to be brought to multiple orgasms several times a day before they can even function as a walking talking productive member of society.
So yes, after he said I had to tell him when I wanted to cum and he had to watch, I told myself that that could never happen.
What would he do when he found out just how often I thought about sex?
Would he be as disgusted in my depravity as I am? Would he still want me once he knew just how... wrong I am?
Would he still love me if he ever found out... broken I am?
"Enter."
My brain was already thinking up excuses as my hand was twisting the doorknob open. I should just tell him that I knocked because he might need water, or maybe a snack.
My excuses shrank away from me as I stepped into the room. There on his desk, a glass full of water and a bowl of almonds.
My mind raised through every possible best case scenario as I softly closed the door and took the Wait position behind him. It is a position I've carefully practiced with him with my legs shoulder width apart, my arms clasped behind me, my shoulders pulled back, my eyes cast downward.
We have an agreed upon routine for when I need to interrupt his work. I knock, wait for his command, quietly enter, close the door, and then wait in this position until he is ready to speak with me. This way, he is able to mentally compartmentalize work and home life while not being overwhelmed with his duty and responsibility as my Dom.
He didn't turn from his desk to face me right away instead he would wait until he came to a good stopping point, then would interact with me.
I decided that I would speak to him about... getting a puppy. Ive always wanted a puppy.
But as time passed on, the tingling between my legs became nearly over stimulating. I tried rubbing my thighs together to ease some of the growing ache but it only made it worse.
My only choice was to confess my needs to him and recieve my punishment. I just...
At that thought, he excited out of his works email rook a deep breath and turned to me, his hands crossed across his lap.
"Do you have something you wish to confess, Slut?" His voice and his eyes showed no emotion.
I gulped, desperate to keep my voice even.
"I..." How do I even tell him? "I need..."
I couldn't even mutter the words before a blush overtook my face, and I cast my eyes to the floor.
"Ahh..." He leaned back into his chair, "You lasted longer than I thought you would."
Ofcourse, he knew. He could always tell when I was horny.
"Well?" He crossed his hands in his lap. "If you want permission to masturbate you will say, 'Master, can I touch myself?'"
"Master," I stuttered, ringing my hands, "Can I touch myself."
He waited for a moment, his eyes never leaving mine.
"You may." He gestured to the couch on the backwall of his office. "Strip and lay there. You may touch yourself to orgasm but ask permission before you allow yourself to cum."
With a nod, I slowly began sliding my clothes down off my body, until I was naked, the cold air of his office brought goose bumps to my skin, raising my nipple to taut points.
Still not breaking eye contact, he gestured to the couch again.
This was... so informal. I was used to foreplay with him. Some form of a warm up but this... felt cold and methodical.
I awkwardly sat on the couch as he sat in his office chair in front of me.
"Begin." He commanded in a flat tone. "Touch your nipples."
I slowly lifted my hands to my breasts, my face quickly warming up again. I had been exposed in front of him before but with him fully clothes and me naked this was... I had never felt more vulnerably bare.
My hands cupped my round breasts, my nipple settling inbetween my fingers.
"Roll your nipple between your fingers."
I did as he commanded, licking my lips. My nipples have always been very sensitive, even just rolling them sends shiver down my arms.
"Pinch them." I bit my lip, looking away. "Don't look away, Slut. Keep your eyes on me as you touch yourself."
I forced my eyes to him through half closed lids.
"You are playing with my toys, with my explicit permission. Do you understand?"
"Yes, S-Sir." I shudder as my finger pinch the tender peaks. He knew what a little rough foreplay did to me.
"Slide your other hand down your stomach until I tell it to stop."
I felt my hand slide over my soft skin right up until it was met with a slick slit.
"Stop." He stood up and took a fee steps until he was standing over me. "What do you feel?"
"My pussy." My face stung with his slap before I realized my mistake.
"What is it?"
"Your pussy, Master." Which was ashamedly becoming wetter by the minute.
"Is my pussy wet, Slut?" I moaned, my finger already tracing the shape of that firm little nub. My face stung again, before I remembered the punishment.
"You are not to move without my permission, do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." I bit my lip, looking back up at him. His eyes now held a fiery darkness I fondly refer to as 'His Monster'. When he was in this state, he was relentless, cruel, and down right hostile. He knew what he wanted and would recieve it one way or another.
Some strange animalistic instinct makes me want to get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness when I see him like that.
I gasped as moisture pooled underneath my fingers but I dared not move them again.
"Small circles now, Slut. And pull your nipple."
A gasp parted my lips as I felt the pull of my flesh at the same time as my fingers moving around my clit. He watched for a few moments before settling back into his chair.
He put his elbow up on the arms of his chairs as he hid his mouth behind his folded hands. His eyes were cold and calculated. His gaze fluttered over my body, on my heaving chest as I gasped and moaned with the sensations growing within the core of my femininity. My finger moved in a slow calculated circles. I wanted it to move faster, maybe plunge a finger inside the pussy that ached to be filled.
I threw my head back with a groan feeling the pleasure building up, but it only came to a certain level before ebbing away, like a wave that touched the shore before receding. If I was going to cum I needed something... more.
"Stop."
I put both hands down onto my lap, fighting to pull a deep breath into my lungs. This was tedious and slow torture. He knew exactly what he was doing.
He waited until my breath came back to a steady normal before commanding me again.
"Insert one finger into my pussy." I was so slick, the finger slid in without any push back. "Now, finger yourself."
His command was vague. So I took advantage of it. My finger slipped in and out, so slick with my juices they made a sloshing sound. Finally, I was being filled. The friction was building within me, my muscles quivered around his pussy.
I felt so honored that he was allowing me to play with it. Soon, one finger wasn't enough, and two fingers were pistoning in and out of my. The palm of my hand slapping against my clit.
"Rub your clit with your other hand."
He didn't have to finish the sentence before both my hands were working hard on my pussy.
My hips moved against my hand, riding the waves of exctasy as they build inside of me. The higher the waves, the louder my moans, the faster my hips moved. Higher and higher. Faster and faster.
I saw him adjusting in his seat, the growing bulge in his pants making it uncomfortable for him.
"Master," I need him, all of him, I need to let that Monster out of his cage. "May I suck on your cock?"
"Cum for me first, Slut." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Show me how badly you want my cock in your mouth."
His words lit a fire inside of me. I felt myself just on the edge, just about to break open, but I need something more.
"Master," I picked my lips, my body now moving against my will, but he hadnt given me the command I needed to hear, "Please choke me?"
He stood up, his massive cock creating an impressive tent in pants. He put one hand on the back of the couch, leaning over my body.
"Say that again, Slut."
"Master, please choke-" He growled. His hand moved quickly, squeezing firmly around the sides of my throat, pressing me down into the cushions.
There it was.
My mouth fell open, my tongue softly rolling out. My brain felt numb. No longer fearing or thinking. Just following his commands. Allowing my hands to abuse my flesh just because he told me to.
I whimpered as I felt my head getting lighter, finally allowing the fire hot pleasure in my core to boil and bubble out of me. Threatening to overtake me.
"Master," I struggle to speak over his hand on my throat but I had to. "Please... can... I cum?"
The corner of his mouth lifged as his eyes darkened and hee pressed his face closer to mine, his warm sweet breath mixing with mine.
"What was that? Say that again, Slut. I didn't hear you."
I clenched around my fingers, keeping my orgasm down, but his hand tightened around my throat, making the unbearable pleasure even stronger. I was going to cum soon with or without his permission.
"Please, Sir!" I scream, surprising myself. "Please can I cum, Master, I need to cum."
He took a deep breath as my eyes closed succumbing to the madness inside of me. Just as I felt the dam break inside of me, I heard his words whispered soft in my ear.
"Cum for me, Slut."
My body was no longer my own. I floated above it on a euphoric cloud. I watched as my body writhed uncontrollably, my arms and legs convulsing as if possessed. I heard my voice screaming over and over that I was his dirty whore.
And then, the peak.
Silence. Surrounded me as my body crashed back down onto the couch. The heavenly sensation, I was drowning in it, consumed by it, unable to breathe, think, speak, it coursed through my body until, it ebbed away, with small vibrating waves still randomly jolting through my body as my fingers stilled.
My heart beat uncontrollably in my heart as I fought desperately to breathe. I licked my suddenly dry mouth, still reveling in the balls of intense pain that bounced maddeningly through me. I wheezed uncontrollably with the occasional little moan escaping my gaping mouth.
"Thank you, Master." I murmured up at him though my eyes were so heavy they didn't want to open.
"Oh," I hears him chuckling above me. "You're not done yet, my little Slut."
I opened my eyes, his big beautiful cock suddenly unscathed in front of me. The sight of his rock hard warm red cock, glistening at the tip, with large pusing veins along its length, always made His Toy slick in preparation of being penatrated.
"Do that all again, and don't stop until I tell you to."
The second orgasm took some time, but with my slick already trembling walls, the third was not far behind.
I took a pause, resting my hands on my head, my hands were covered in my slick but every muscle in my hands tensed at their exception.
"Did I tell you to stop?" He growled his command, his hands on his cock. "Again."
The next two came slower, my hands unable to keep the pace. They were... less pleasurable and more painful.
"Again." His eyes locked onto mine as his hand massaged up and down his cock.
"Please, Master. I can't..."
"Have you had enough?" His hands didn't stop when I nodded, to breathless and weak to go on. "Good. Keep going."
I gulped as my shaking hands resumed their work. I was only able to squeak another one out before throwing my hands aside.
"I can't, Sir. I'm sorry I-"
He growled, jumping onto my body, pinning me down.
"You will cum until I tell you to stop. This is my pussy. You orgasm when I tell you to. Your orgasm... belongs to me.... it is for my pleasure and my pleasure alone." His hand went straight for my cunt, rubbing the over stimulated clit at the speed of a master of his craft. At his touch, lightning shot out of the poos abused pussy, my whole body pulled forward. I tried pushing his hands away, but he just pinned my arms above my head, and kept at his work.
The immeasurable pain that swept my body... like being dipped in hot candle wax and then right into an ice bath. Pain pleasure mixed all together until they were interchangeable. My throat became sore with screaming until all I could do was whimper. I lost count, and just accepted my fate as a being of endless lightning and fire. My body burned, every muscled tender and useless against the onslaught of tension leaving me a twitching heap on the couch.
I was no longer aware of who I was, or where I was, or how long I was there.
I forgot he was even there until he let go of me, allowing me to sink into the pillows. The deep abyss of unconscious beckoned to me but a sound kept me from sleep. It was moist slapping overplayed with a mans soft sighs and moans.
I tore my eyes open just long enough to notice the sounds were coming from him. His hands were rubbing up and down on his cock, as his eyes looked over my sweaty limp body. I thought for a moment, that he would use my hole for his own pleasure now, but the thought of his girth tearing my tender abused flesh apart from the inside... my thighs clenched together as my eyes fluttered back down, succumbing to darkness and the weightless unconscious.
"Open for me, Slut."
I felt a hand pry my lips open, and I dutifully let my jaw lazily fall open.
"Stick your tongue out." My eyes opened one last time, wondering if he was going to use my mouth instead, but I just watched as his whole body began convulsing with his own orgasm, he grabbed my shoulders, holding me up, as I felt slick hot cum cascade allover my tongue.
"Swallow, My little slut, don't waste a single drop." He groaned as I dutifully swallowed the salty deliciousness he left in my mouth. "My pathetic Whore. This will teach you not to play with something that's not yours."
My blissful unconscious was interrupted once again when I felt him pick me up and carry me somewhere. I whimpered at the feeling of something warm surrounding me.
"Shh... baby. It's just a bath. It's okay, baby." I felt my body floating in the warm body, supported by his arms as his hands glided gently across my body. My body jolted as a rough scrub was pressed against my raw ruined flesh. "Easy, baby. It's okay. I'll be gentle."
He whispered soft sweet things in me ear as his fingers softly cupped the pussy they were just roughly molesting minutes prior. I welcomed his soft gentleness, the yin to the Monsters yang. Each one necessary for the other to live fulfilled.
Then, a soft warm fluffy towel replaced the feel of water as I was then placed on a soft surface that enveloped me. A kiss was planted on my forehead as I fell back asleep to his sweet tender words.
"Good night, baby. I love you."
-
It was only the following day that I could get out of bed, albeit with some difficulty. It took days before I could walk without wincing and over a week before I even thought of touching myself again.
He had separated my brain from my body and my body from my... his pussy... and then destroyed it by giving me exactly what I wanted over and over again, tainting it. When we talked about it later, he compared it to the one time his father caught him smoking cigarettes so he made him smoke the whole pack. He never touched cigarettes again.
I guess that's where he and I differ.
It was merely two weeks later I found myself standing before his door again, restless, aching. But this time, I knew what was coming, and I was even more ready for it.
You know what's even better than having sex with kinky men? Corrupting vanilla men into becoming kinky.
Like sending him pics during the day of me in lingerie, texting him the things I wish he would do to me. I tease him for days, but never make a move, until he comes home so aroused he can't even breathe or think and he just throws me onto the bed and...
But he apologises afterwards. He didn't mean to be so rough.
So I guide his hand on my pussy and say, "See how wet I am? That's what you do to me. It was so fucking hot when you did that, baby."
Showing up to his work in a trench coat, lingerie and a smile. He will tell me I shouldn't be here at first, that we shouldn't be doing this, but he soon shuts up as I get down on my knees and worship his cock in his bosses office. The entire time his cock is in my mouth, I'm telling him how beautiful his cock is, how good it tastes, how wet I am just from sucking on his cock. He watches as I touch myself, moaning around his cock, how my face changes when I cum with his cock in my mouth. And then when he is ready, I swallow every drop, sucking like my life depends on it as he holds onto the wall for dear life, moaning out my name over and over again. I'll kiss his cheek and thank him for letting me do that before I leave.
He spanks me once, on accident, and I cry out. He apologizes thinking he hurt me. But then I turn to him with blushing cheeks, "Don't apologize, I think I liked it. Is that okay?"
Soon, he can't stop thinking about me, about the faces I make when his hands are on me. The thought of me on my knees, and he tells me he likes it too.
That's when he comes home with toys he wants to try out on me, and he can't help but smack my ass as hard as he can everytime he walks by me as im washing the dishes because he loves the noises I make when he does.
He starts doing research, comes home saying "I wanna try this but I don't want to hurt you."
"It's okay, baby. We will come up with a word that I can say during that tells you that It hurts too much and we need to stop."
"Great idea!"
One day he can't hold himself back anymore, and commands me to get onto my knees.
I reply with a "Yes, Sir" and a smile.
Then, I'll finally see it.
The darkness inside of him he's been hiding. The things he has always wanted to do but shame or fear kept them hidden. Then, it will be me who is afraid. Afraid of what he will do to me but also... the exhilaration of what he might do to me.
That's when I will know he is mine.
When he won't be able to cum without my mouth or my hand. When he won't be able to have sex with anyone without wanting to choke them or call them a dirty little whore. When foreplay turns into spanking and spitting.
He won't be able to have vanilla missionary sex anymore with anyone. He will be my toy and I will fulfill his every fantasy everyday until the end of my days.
Push me down into the sheets and take what you want from me. Ignore my cries and smack my ass if I trying wiggling away from you. Pound me into the bed till I scream out your name as we cum together.
Then hold me afterwards when I thank you for letting me be your Slut.
I thought he had already left for work and I was horny so I... well you know...
I don't know how long he was standing there in the door way but by the time I noticed he was there, I was nearly ready to cum. My fingers were hammering in and out of my wet slopping pussy while my other hand was wrapped around my throat. I was trying to choke myself, saying 'I'm a dirty whore' over and over as I imagined that it was his hands touching me.
Pathetic, I know. But that's the only way I can cum these days and I needed to so badly.
It felt so good. I was almost there, just as I was about to let myself release and give in to the overwhelming waves of passion coursing through my core, my toes curling in the sheets, leg shaking, God I was so close, I heard something.
I jumped up when he cleared his throat. Our eyes locked and I knew I was in trouble.
You see, I'm not allowed to touch myself without his permission. I'm also not allowed to cum with out his permission.
His dark eyes glared into me as he stepped towards the bed. For a moment, I hoped he would see my sweaty naked body and replace my fingers with his cock, but I knew better. I broke the rules and I definitely wasn't going to get away with it this time.
Last time he caught me he didn't let me cum for a week. By the end of it, I was a whining begging mess willing to hump his boot if he would just let me cum.
Would it be two weeks this time?
Would he only use my ass for a while as punishment for me using my own pussy?
He has always been so creative with the punishments. Oh but this time, he was exceedingly devious.
"You broke the rules again, Slut." His eyes held a stern calmness that terrified me down to my core as he leaned his hands against the bed posts. "Do you deny it?"
I shook my head, sheepishly lowering it in a passive look of shame, while also spreading my legs suggestively so he could get a better view of my wet pussy lips spreading in front of him.
"And you don't even feel any remorse for your actions, do you?"
I blushed with a sly smile as I shook my head again.
He stood with a deep slow sigh, putting his hands in his pockets.
"You know I have to punish you now, right?"
I nodded, watching him as he strode over to my side of the bed, until he was towering over my bare figure. My pussy quivered at the thought of what he was going to do to me.
Was it fear? Was it arousal? Was it a bit of both?
He paused for a moment, wiping the sweat off my brow, but then his finger lingered at my jawline, and slowly trickled down between my breasts and kept lowering. I panted, closing my eyes, as his finger met the soft sweet curls between my thighs.
But just as his fingers found my clit, he stopped, and our eyes met.
" I know that as a Slut I can't tell you not to stop touching yourself. It's your second nature. You are a Hole meant to be used, you know this, and you are too weak to fight against what your pussy needs, what it desires. So I won't tell you that you can't touch yourself.
So here is the new rule: If you want to touch yourself, tell me, and do it in front of me, until I tell you to stop."
My eye brows furrowed up at him. It sounds almost too good to be true.
"So, I get to touch myself as much as I want, but I need to do it infront of you?"
He nodded, and my body jolted at the feel of his fingers softly circling my clit.
"And you stop when I tell you to stop. Do you agree to this new rule?"
"Yes, Master." I whimper my body quickly brought back to the peak of pleasure. "Thank you, Master."
"Good." He smiled down at me, his finger sliding down unto my wet soaking pussy, easily sliding into it, straight to the last knuckle. I cant help but moan out at the sudden sense of being filled with Him, spreading my knees apart, hoping for more, ready to beg more.
Seeing how close I was to coming undone, he pulled his finger away, and leaned over me, until his face was a mere breathe width away from my face.
"Starting... Now." His eyes lit up as he smirked down at me, before he turned and walked out of the room.
I have a love hate relationship with that look. I tend to love seeing it but then hate the consequences of what happens once he is done with me.
Even as his hands grasp the back of my neck, holding my bent-over body onto his desk, my hips just don't want to obey his grunted command. They move in a circular motion, rubbing the glistening head of his hard cock against my wet pussy lips. He has been teasing me for hours. The least that I could do was return the favor.
I gasp at a sharp sting against my raised bare ass, as his hand slaps across my bare flesh.
"I said don't move, Slut, or you are going to find out what happens to office whore's who don't do what they are told."
I feel him rub his cock up and down my moist lips, teasing me, taunting me. A whimper escapes my lips.
"What do you want, Slut? Use your words."
I gulp as I try to keep myself from leaning back, impaling myself onto his cock. Oh, what I would do to be filled with his beautiful cock.
"I want your cock in my pussy. Please put your cock in my pussy." I shamelessly beg for it. My pussy clenches as his cockhead stills, just at my entrance. I feel it push forward slightly, parting my lips.
"You want this? You want my cock?"
"Yes please!" I nearly shout, pushing my hips back, begging for more. His arms move to hold my hips down, so I feel just the tip of his cock already stretching me. My pussy walls try sucking him in deeper, anything to slate this ravenous fire he set inside of me.
"Why do you want my cock?" His voice is soft in my ears as he pulls out slightly, tapping my clit with his rock-hard shaft, sending ripples of tantalizing heat through my core.
"Because I am your dirty little whore. So please-" Before I finish my plea, he rams his forward, his cock bursting through my tight entrance. I gasp as his hard shaft stretches the tight walls of my pussy, the head penetrating my tender cervix.
"You wanted this." He pulls out completely and then thrusts back into me. My whole body moves against the desk with so much force, the desk moves a little too. I feel like I am being torn apart in half but oh, the pain... "Look how soaked your pussy is for me. You like being treated like a whore, don't you?"
His hand slides up my back, his fingers entangle in the hair at the nape of my neck, and he pulls with all his strength, lifting my face off the desk, holding me as his hips hammer up into me.
He turns my face over my shoulder so I can watch his beautiful cock, covered in my slick, diving in and out of me.
The room echoes with the wet sound of his cock plunging into my cunt over and over again.
I fight to keep my eyes open as I ride the waves of euphoria that cascade through me with every cervix-breaking pound of his glorious cock.
"Look at how pathetic you are." He smirks down at me, his hand grasping my jaw. "You're drooling."
I can’t even keep my tongue in my mouth. With every beat of his balls against my clit, my tongue flops out of my gaping mouth as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
"So fucking pathetic," He chuckles, spitting onto my face. "You truly are just a cock hungry whore made for my pleasure, aren't you?"
I nod with a whimper as my body convulses against his rocking hips. His fingers slide into my mouth, messing up my lipstick. Two fingers slide into the back of my throat until I am gagging against them.
There must be something wrong with me.
Why else would I like being degraded, humiliated, and used like this?
I should be ashamed except... the thought of the depravity of what we were doing turned me on even more. I sucked on his fingers, all thought of some false pretense washing away with my building ecstasy as his other hand slaps me lightly across the face.
His whole weight bores into me as his hips slam into mine. Over and over... I soon get lost in the swells of euphoric pleasure.
Just as I felt like I couldn't take anymore, his fingers found my clit.
"Whose pussy is this?"
"Yours." I'm just barely able to moan out, as his other hand wraps around my neck, pulling me closer to his assaulting cock barreling into me, claiming me.
I am now rutting up against him taking even more of him inside of me, all of him. I need... God, I need...
"I'm your dirty little whore." I look over my shoulder at him as he wraps his hands around my hips, his steely eyes lock onto mine, as he feverishly pistons into me. He closes his eyes with a groan, leaning into me, as I feel his cum exploding into me, filling me as I frantically rub my clit. His hips slow down into deep methodical thrusts as his body convulses, succumbing to the base animalist urge to rut, take a mate, and fill her with his seed. He pulls me in close, holding me against his body as the last of the eaves stilled him, he gasps got air in my ear as his body finally stills.
Oh, God... It was so hot seeing him like this.
"Please can I cum? Please I need to.." I whine, my fingers rubbing sweet circles around my clit as my hips bounce onto his cock. He no longer had use of me but with his permission, I could use him. God, I hope he lets me. Otherwise, if he denied me, I would just collapse at his feet, a whining begging mess of a woman who would be willing to hump his leg if it meant a release.
"Cum, my little Whore. Come on my cock like the dirty little slut you are." He groans through gritted teeth.
I scream out, my fingers now wildly moving without abandon along my clit, allowing my orgasm to finally release.
The feeling of being filled, the way his face scrunches as he comes, the way he moans my name, sends me over the edge, and I give in. My sore pussy starts convulsing around his spent but still hard cock, milking every drop of his cum out of him, the rush of bliss washes over me, so overpowering it's almost painful, and yet I wished it would never end.
He leans over me, grasping me around the throat, whispering in my ear that I am a good girl as I'm taken over with spasms. I scream his name over and over until my brain stills and I am left a gasping wheezing mess, still convulsing on the ebb of passion. My skin is damp, mixing with the sweat on his body as we both fight to pull air into our lungs.
He lets go of me with a soft kiss on my shoulder, then collapses back into his chair, his whole body limp, his glistening chest shudders with each jagged breath. I tremble as I try to stand but my legs forsake me, and I am forced to lean against the desk until I gain my strength again.
For a few moments, we only watch each other struggle to breathe. It gives me a chance to marvel at his Greek statue-esque figure. All chiseled and profound, even his cock, after being completely drained, still hung between his legs at half-mast, like another limb, with cum still dripping out.
I wanted to do nothing more than to get on my knees and lick up every drop of him off his cock, his thigh, and the floor, just to make sure not a single bit of him is wasted.
"I've ruined you," He chuckled shaking his head at the sight of me. "And we never even found those notes."
I push against the desk on unsteady legs as I fuss with my unruly hair. I catch sight of myself in the reflection of the window and he was right. Mascara and lipstick is smudged all over my face. My lips are slightly swollen and my cheeks held a rosy glow.
I have never felt more beautiful, or loved, than when he makes a mess of me.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that," I mutter back to him, as I push my skirt back down my legs, and walk to the front of his office. "Your notes are in the top right drawer of your desk."
I try to button my shirt together over the sound of him pulling his chair closer to his desk and opening the drawer but my mussing was in vain. There is too many of my shirt buttons scattered across the floor that I am unable to button up my blouse. I resign to leave it open, even if my breasts are exposed to the cool evening air.
"You're right. They are right here." He looks at me, his brow furrowed with a yellow folder in his hand. "How did you know?"
"I printed them out and put them there last night before moving the file from your computer onto mine." I reach behind one of the file cabinets and pull out the satchel that I also hid here yesterday. I pull out a pair of underwear and slip them on.
I feel his cum trickling out of my tender pussy, but hope my panties would keep the jizz in there for a little while longer. I like walking home feeling like his Whore. Like everyone around me could smell the sex off of me and know what I had done, maybe even some men fantasize about what they would do to me, pull me into an alleyway, and have their way with me too.
He chuckles with a shake of his head as he falls back into his chair. "You planned this?"
"Of course." I slip out of my now useless blouse and search for something else to wear in the bag. I forgot to pack another shirt but at least my sweatshirt was in there. I slip it on as I continue explaining. "I knew the important meeting with those potential investors was today and you were nervous. I had to help you feel better."
I pulled my hair into a loose bun and finally felt like a brand new woman with cum running down her legs. I turn to him with a warm smile. "Don't you feel better?"
He stands up, squaring his shoulder with all the authority he could muster, as he strode toward me. He stops a few inches away from me, making me bend my neck just to look up at him. He had always liked making me feel small.
He put his hands against the wall on either side of me as he leans forward to whisper in my ear.
"Was I in control at all tonight?"
"Of course you were." I admonished him, before seeing something between his legs that needed my attention. "Oh, hang on. Let me get that."
I sink to my knees once again, putting his half-flaccid dick in my mouth. Even soft, it fills my mouth as I suck it deep into my warm mouth, cleaning my sweet juices and his salty cum off of his cock.
His whole body shudders, and he collapses against the wall with a breathless groan, his manhood so sensitive after being abused for so long, he cried out as if he was in pain, but we both knew better than that. I suck until I am satisfied that he is empty and won’t spill anywhere else.
"There." I wipe at the corner of my mouth as I stand to my feet. "Now you are ready for your meeting."
His half-closed eyes looked softly at me over his flushed cheeks as his shallow jagged breath tickled my cheeks. We don't say anything for a little while, just look at each other.
When two people, who have been at it for as long as we have, share a sweet soft look after a few intense intimate moments, more is conveyed in that glance than can ever be said with words. We were both brought down to our weakest, nearly broken states, and to be seen in that state, to be loved and enjoyed in those moments, creates an unbreakable bond.
"You will be the death of me one day, love." He coos with a soft smile, his fingers pressing a loose curl back behind my ear
"Perhaps," I grin back, planting a soft peck on his cheek. "But we will have many more years of fun before that," I whisper in his ear as I pull away and turn towards the door.
"Wait," He stops me, his eyebrows furrow with worry. "What about everyone else in the office? Won't they see you like this?" He gestured to my still smeared face and obvious disheveled appearance.
"Oh don't worry," I wave my hand nonchalantly as I pull the door open "I sent everyone home early today."
He chuckled once again, resting his arm against the door jam.
"I really am the luckiest man in the world."
I wink as I shoulder my bag, and head towards the door to the parking lot.
"See you for dinner, Hun. I love you!" I call with a wave as the door closes behind me, leaving him standing naked and alone in the office.
(Part 3 of 3)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Authors note: Thank you for enjoying The Office Slut.
My Dom and I recently celebrated 10 glorious years of our relationship. I am a very kinky, sexually driven person and the stories I post on Tumblr are inspired by true events in our day-to-day life. It's real. It's fun. If you enjoyed this and want to read more, hit that follow button as I share more stories from our kinky life.
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