Obedient tongue (R1mming, denial, degradation)
She used to be so shy. Sweet. Nervous around him. But now? Now she was nothing but a pathetic, eager little hole — desperate for any form of attention or contact, even as she was denied again and again.
He had trained her carefully, stripping every last shred of dignity from her. Tonight was no different.
“On your knees, baby,” he ordered, tapping the bed. “You know your place.”
She crawled instantly, eyes wide, breathing shallow, already soaked — and already knowing she wouldn’t be allowed to cum tonight.
“You want to make yourself useful, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy…” she whimpered, practically panting.
He turned, lowering himself down, his ass now directly in front of her face, balls hanging low, the scent hitting her like a drug. Her mouth watered immediately.
“Go ahead. Show me how good your filthy little mouth is.”
Without hesitation, her tongue slid out, starting with slow licks along his taint before moving up to swirl around his hole. Every taste, every drop of his sweat drove her crazier. The salt, the musk, the heat — she craved it. She lived for it.
She shoved her tongue inside, moaning into him like a starving animal. Her own pussy throbbed, slick dripping uncontrollably onto the sheets beneath her as she serviced him.
“You’re make a good little tongue slut,” he sneered. “My disgusting little whore who cums from licking ass.”
Her whole body trembled, but she kept going, pressing her face deeper, moaning into him, desperate to make him proud.
Her fingers darted between her legs instantly, rubbing furiously, knowing full well she wouldn’t be allowed to finish.
“You don’t get to cum, dumb little thing. You just get to edge. You’ll keep rubbing that soaked cunt while you rim Daddy like the good bitch you are.”
She whimpered, hips bucking helplessly as she edged herself again and again while her tongue worked inside him.
“That’s it. Get that tongue in there. You were made for this.”
He reached back and grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her face even tighter into his hole. She sobbed into him, her entire world reduced to taste, heat, and humiliation.
“Look at you. Face buried where you belong. Brain gone. Dripping all over my sheets and still not allowed to cum.”
Her legs trembled uncontrollably, cunt spasming as she edged over and over.
“You want to cum, don’t you?” he mocked.
“Y-yes Daddy—please—” she gasped, voice broken.
The word hit her like a slap. She sobbed harder, tongue never stopping, her body shaking violently from frustration and overstimulation.
“You don’t get to cum until I say so, slut. You exist to serve my pleasure, not your own.”
Her face was a mess of sweat, drool, and tears as she continued licking, the scent of him permanently etched into her broken brain.
“Keep edging. Get that tongue deeper. You’re going to keep serving until you can’t feel your legs anymore.”
Her mind stung at the fact that she couldn't disobey, even if she tried. She was too far broken.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, sobbing as she obeyed, her fingers trembling between her legs, never allowed to tip over the edge.
Finally, he let go of her hair and let her face drop to the ground, leaving her kneeling, panting, face flushed, tongue still twitching out like a needy bitch.
“You’ll stay like that while I shower,” he said coldly. “Face down, ass up. Don’t move. Don’t touch.”
She whimpered softly, her body still twitching from denial, the ache in her cunt unbearable.
“And if you’re still this desperate when I get back…” he paused, smirking down at her, “…maybe I’ll let you ruin yourself on my cock instead.”
Her breath caught in her throat, eyes wide and glassy.
And then he left, letting her stew in her own filth, broken and desperate—just how he liked her.