Today’s Corruption- Ass worship edition
Welcome to the new set of today’s corruption posts. Last time I wrote a bunch of stories to corrupt you all into enjoying a plethora of my kinks. This time (after somebodies suggestion) we are focusing on ass worshipping, rimming and ass play. Have fun reading. Don’t forget to obediently rub yourself or edge/hump yourself while reading these. Don’t forget to just let your brain go. Just become numb and horny. To allow yourself to get corrupted by my words. To crave this. All of this.
Imagine. Being pushed on your hands and knees on the floor. You naked. The other person dressed. They gently play with your head/hair, in both a loving and mocking way. “You know what you are good for don’t you?” They say with a big smirk as they point towards their shoe. Making you mount it and hump it.
So. Irl. While you read this. I want you to hump for me. Rub for me. Pleasure yourself for me. Can you do that? You can can’t you. Go on. Hump, play, feel good and rub your brain away
Now, Imagine. You naked. He is dressed. You hump his shoe pathetically. He smirks and slowly takes off his jeans. You see his grey boxers. The bulge that’s slowly forming. You smell the musky and familiar scent of his cock. As you stare to his growing bulge he grabs you by the head and pushes you against his crotch. Forcing you to sniff and inhale his musk. Not allowing you to move. Until he finally lets go. You miss the musk of his dick. But that’s not what this is about today. He smiles and points to the box on the bed. You know what’s in it. A set of buttplugs and different lube options. Obediently you pick the one you want and bend over for him.
That’s right. Today you are his little anal toy. That’s what you want isn’t it. That’s what you were made for. For his pleasure. His amusement. MY desires. You know that and that’s why you are touching yourself right now as you read this. You crave this routine. You crave this touch. You crave being plugged like that. And being on display for him. For me. We both know that.
And then. He tells you to kneel. On a pillow. On the floor. Looking up. Waiting. You know what’s coming. Originally you hated it. Struggled against it. But now you found your purpose in it. You still hate to admit that you enjoy it, the humiliation and the act. But you do.
He turns around and grabs you by the hair. Far more violent and roughly than before. You struggle a bit against his grip. He turns back towards you with a stern look that speaks volumes, you relax and allow him to push your pretty face against the soft fabric of his boxers. The back-side tonne precise.
There is a moment of silence. Deep down you want to struggle. Not because you hate it, but because you don’t want to give in that easily.
But then you hear his voice.
“Now. Kiss.” He says calmly. And with his voice alone he pushes your mind over that edge. Gently and softly you start kissing his ass and thighs. Planting soft kisses on the fabric. Rubbing your nose against his cheeks. Inhaling and smelling his earthy and sweaty scent. You know he’s clean. But this is just the natural scent you got to expect from this task. A scent you got addicted to. You plant soft kisses and sniffs all over his covered cheeks as he stays silent. You hear an occasional “hmhm” and “ahh” as he breaths out in pleasure. The act of humiliation and worship at the same time helping him unwind in ways he could not achieve otherwise.
That on its own brings you pleasure. You feel him play with your hair. Guide you to places where he wants you to. Praise you softly for being so good.
Until your face lightly smells like hos sweat and scent.
He turns around and smiles. Bending over slightly so his face is closer to yours as he gently rubs his thumb across your face. “You are doing great. Do you want to stop?.”
You shake your head. Eyes glazed over. Your desire burning strongly. Your pussy drenched without touching it.
“He smiles. You ready for more?”
You nod. He slaps your cheek. “Yes sir…” you say softly. You look at him and see a proud smile. “Goodgirl.” He says, before kissing your lips and going back into his original position. But this time. While pulling down his boxers slowly. And pushing your face forcefully against his bare ass.
“Be a good little worshipper for me. Start kissing my cheeks. Take deeeep breaths. Then start rimming me. Understood?” You pathetically nod while your face is buried in his musk and ass. You know this is your place. This is where you belong. You hate it and love it. But he knows how to push you in the right direction. He knows how to turn your brain off. How to corrupt you with his words. He knows. You submit. You rub. You reread this post. And rub. And rub. And rub. While thinking about worshipping ass. While thinking about your proper place. Think about it. Think about it.
