We were both in our home clothes, sitting on the sofa, having cheese for dinner, him with a beer, me with a kombucha. Everything was happening in the most everyday way in the world, between chats and caresses.
My owner has very long hands and it’s usual that, in those kinds of moments, I don’t know whether driven by boredom or by default, he devotes himself to caressing my breasts, paying special attention to my little nipples. I let him, I’m not the one to deny him what is his, but when he feels naughty he tends to fiddle with my nipples in a strange and annoying way that I don’t like at all and, of course, at some point I squirm and swat his hand away and ask him to touch me differently, but not like that.
That put him in playful and bossy mode and, after asking me to lift my ass, he took my pants and my panties in one single firm and violent tug down to my ankles. That change in his attitude got me going a thousand miles an hour and, expectant, I stayed sprawled on the sofa looking at him with desire. Being naughty I ran my tongue from left to right along my upper teeth and started playing with my hair, twirling it between my fingers. In no way was I going to allow him to leave me wanting as he often does when he leaves me exposed just to emphasize that he is the one in charge, so I also spread my legs. That very morning I had shaved completely and my flushed sex shone with its own light between the mountains of my thighs.
“Get completely naked, with one hand squeeze one tit without forgetting to play with your nipple and with the other masturbate your clit until you’re wet enough for your cunt to swallow two of your fingers. Don’t close your eyes at any moment” he told me in one go.
Said and done. Looking at him as if I could kill him I obeyed instantly. He knows how to make me love obeying him and feel like his favorite toy.
He left the living room and with the anticipation that he would bring ropes I masturbated as he had asked me to and after my middle finger was swallowed without consideration by my sex, the index finger quickly joined it. That’s how I was when he returned carrying ropes, the wonderful magic wand and the red ballgag.
He gave me a satisfied smile and, dazzled by the spectacle I was offering him, he began to masturbate over his pants, letting himself be carried away by his animal instinct. That made me fear the worst, that all the material he had brought was exclusively to tease me and that he really didn’t intend to use it on me, so not giving up I stuck my tongue out letting it hang over my lower lip and one by one I rubbed each of my fingers wet with my juices against it.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” I asked before putting both fingers in my mouth and sucking them with deliberate slowness, from the knuckles to the tip.
My owner is not stupid and he knows me very well. He knew perfectly well what I was trying to do and if he agreed to it, it’s because he already had a clear idea in his head of what he wanted to do with me.
“On your feet and hands behind your back, naughty girl”
He was rough with me while tying me, an indelible sign that he was going to make me pay for the seductive intrusion I had used on him. He tied me tighter than usual, joining my forearms behind my back in a hard box-tie and, when he finished doing a simple chest tie in which he only passed the rope under my armpits, he pulled them higher with an additional rope, making me complain.
“That’s for misbehaving and trying to condition my behavior” he told me while twisting a nipple hard before shoving the ballgag between my teeth without ceremony.
Yes, all of that bothered me, but him getting so rough with me also made me wetter. MUCH wetter.
He sat me on the sofa pushing me contemptuously against it and as soon as I landed I tried to relieve the pressure I felt on my wrists by twisting and contracting them. He had gone too far, from that bondage there was no way I could escape on my own.
He took me by the ankles and crossed them. With quick and precise movements he tied them and then passed that same rope over my neck to go back to them. With one hand he pushed my ankles as close to my neck as my flexibility allowed and finished tying me like that. Lying on the backrest of the sofa and with my feet almost touching my face, my shaved sex was completely exposed and helpless. There was no human way that, no matter how much I wanted to, I could cover it or hide it.
He connected the magic wand to the power and with a finger began to hammer inside my vagina without consideration. I was extremely horny and a slap landed on my ass cheek thousandths of a second after, letting myself go, I closed my eyes. Message received, Sir. It won’t happen again.
“I’m going to come right away”, I announced as best I could while gagged.
His eyes met mine. The severity in them made me bite down hard on the ball showing him my teeth. I knew perfectly well that I couldn’t come without permission and he knew perfectly well that I never would, that he could take me to the limit of my strength and I would endure with all my soul everything he could throw at me.
And he said nothing. He took the head of the magic wand in the palm of his hand, caught it with all his fingers except the middle one, introduced that free finger into my sex beginning to rub it inside with the fingertip, pressed the toy against my lips and with his free hand began to rub my clit.
That was too much. TOO MUCH.
Gurgles of saliva began to shoot out of my gagged mouth between moans that sounded more like whimpers, the messy hair over my face was already overwhelming me since I felt like it prevented me from breathing, the tension with which I literally fought to free myself from the position the ropes forced me into was working against me and, above all, that mixture of tormented pleasure that was my clit, the inside and the outside of my sex made it impossible for me to think about anything.
Relentless and oblivious to my convulsions, my owner didn’t take his eyes off me. And I knew he did it exclusively to check that I was following his orders and that I wasn’t closing my eyes.
“I’m going to come… I’m going to come… I’m going to come… I’m going to come…” I warned quickly and successively every time I was able to hold the air in my lungs for even a single instant.
“I don’t give a fuck, you don’t have permission” he answered hard and firm while rubbing with greater insistence on my button and inside my vagina.
A growl emerged from my guts, prolonged and high-pitched, and closing my eyes I twisted and let myself fall sideways against the sofa, unable to bear it any longer. It was either put some distance between us or have that forbidden orgasm.
“Bad girl. Today you’re behaving terribly” he said in a tone of voice that seemed false to me before a slap landed on my ass.
Gasping more and more profusely through the gag, my owner removed it and an inaudible “thank you, sir” slipped from my lips immediately afterwards like an exhalation. My sex, free from my partner’s attention, throbbed as if it were my heart. It was a real relief that he had left it alone… I had reached such a point of submission that I preferred to be left at the gates of orgasm than to disobey him.
“You may have had enough” I heard him say “But I can come whenever I want and however I want, and I’m going to do it with your little mouth”
He turned me completely on the sofa until, face up, he let my head hang over the edge and made a ponytail in my hair. It had been a while since he had fucked my face in that position and I opened my jaw wide waiting for him to do whatever he wanted with it.
I don’t know if anyone has ever had their pussy eaten this way. It feels in every way like a 69. When my owner’s member appeared before my eyes I stretched my tongue trying to reach it. I like sucking it, and I don’t say it as a figure of speech or anything like that. I like it as much as being fucked. I enjoy feeling his erection pressing my throat and that hard and soft flesh of his glans enveloping my tongue. And he knows it. That’s why he laughs every time he brings it close but doesn’t put it in, because he likes to check again and again how eager I am to suck it. I see his hand taking it and guiding it towards me while with the other hand he grabs my nape preventing any movement. It’s not necessary, but I love when he gets bossy and eliminates any possibility of rebellion.
Here it comes.
I stick my tongue out as far as I can and it enters slowly until I caress the tip of his cock with my larynx. I hold the gag reflex. I hold the gag reflex. I hold the gag reflex. And with the first watery cough he withdraws his member but not completely. With his glans trapped between my teeth like a pacifier he lets me breathe, which I do through my nose. When my breathing has normalized again he repeats the process. Centimeter by centimeter he makes his way into my throat until his pubic hair tickles my face. I hold the gag reflex. I hold the gag reflex. I hold the gag reflex.
“A little more, pretty girl, a little more”
His encouragement gives me strength and I manage to keep the involuntary contractions of my throat a bit longer until, with the first sign of choking, he withdraws his cock, this time completely out of me, and I turn my head to the side letting all the accumulated saliva run down one side of my face instead of into my eyes.
“Good girl”
And I’m going to thank him but there’s no time because his cock enters violently inside me. His two hands close around my nape and I stick my tongue out as far as I can before he starts fucking my mouth as if it were my vagina. With each thrust my breathing becomes more violent, scraping oxygen from wherever I can, even throwing foamy saliva out of my mouth, and my gasps enter a strange harmony with his; mine of survival, his of pleasure. The only thing I’m capable of concentrating on is breathing and keeping my mouth open while my owner like a man possessed only thinks about using me at will to come.
And, finally, he does.
With those hyperventilating growls that characterize him and releasing my head his orgasm impacts partly inside my mouth, partly outside. A sudden surge of anger and disgust runs through my body for not having been able to see how he came from my position, which I love.
Now, finally released, I can breathe and I do it profusely. Everything smells of drool and semen. It was absolutely awesome!
