Breeding

I have written this roleplay for breeding, it’s a little long but tell me what you think?

In this scenario I am your Master and I would chain you up much , your wrists bound and your body stripped down to the bare flesh. Perhaps you would resist, not wanting your tight tummy to feel the gush of virile spunk your Master would undoubtedly give you. Motherhood might be something you want to wait for. But it wouldn’t matter. You would be bound and blindfolded , and your pussy enslaved by toys. What toys your Master would use would depend on what your weaknesses are- do you drip cum from little egg vibrators, do you gush for thick and veined cocks, or perhaps a stretched and filled cunt satisfies you? One by one I would inflict them on you, experimenting, finding what makes my little slut scream. Oh, it might be fun for you at first. Being pleasured has its obvious joys, does it not? But every time you would cum, every time you would lose yourself to your womanly weakness, I would press harder on that front. Make you shiver and squirm, and begin to cry out, “Too much!” from all the humming and sliding of the toys. But it isn’t enough for me. Those pleading eyes your Master would blindfold, your whining mouth I would gag so all you could do was moan and exude muffled cries as unknown hands and toys played across your body.

You would cum. Not for yourself, not for a porno, or even for your own fantasies. You would cum for me. Your Master would learn your body like an instrument and run his fingertips along your strings, able to make you sing and screech at my discretion. Now and again you might taste some refreshing water on your dry tongue, dry from how it wagged and panted like a bitch in heat as another uncontrollable orgasm crashed into you after the others. I would not stop, even when your sweaty thighs quivered and gave slack, nor when your slutty juices pooled in slopping drops beneath your used cunt…

All this time, my dear slave, I would be whispering in Your ear. Every time the tension in your flat belly would strain and your pussy gulp around a fake cock, I would threaten to fill you with the real thing. Bare. Unprotected. A slave doesn’t have the luxury of choosing when and where you are bred. My palm might stroke down the line of your belly as another orgasm shunts through your veins, feeling how strongly your womb flutters beneath, how fertile my little slut must be for me. And when I have had enough of merely toying with you, I might pull your limp and quaking ass back and push myself deep into your messy pussy.

A wet and slopping sound would reach your ears, a sick schlicking as my long member penetrates my slave’s overpleasured pussy. Stretching you just right, pressing so deep that the head kisses your cervix every few strokes. God, how you would squirm then! “You’re getting bred, slave…” I might assure you, your pleasure-pained wail beneath the muffle not enough to convince me otherwise.

“Your Master is going to knock you up now. Plant a baby in this tight enslaved belly,” I might say, stroking around the smooth curve of your midsection and the dangling jewelry that in a few months will have to come out. “Are you going to love Master’s baby, slut? Are you going to become Master’s slutty mommy now?”

Yes. You know you cannot resist. Your body is weak, unable to withstand the agonizing flurry of countless orgasms I have subjected you to already. A pleasure-stricken whore, your punch-drunk eyes rolling in your skull as her Master grasps your firm tits, promising to fill them just like he will fill your fertile belly. “Here it comes, slut,” I will groan, “I’m marking you as mine forever!”

Wracked with pleasure, I’d make you cum one last time the moment my cock began to spew. Heavy pulses, balls jerking, plunging deep into your spasming cunt so that every hot jet would find its mark. The pink of your inner walls washed white with millions of squirming sperm, thick and virile, invading your greedy womb as it gulps it all down in thirsty drags. Five, ten, fifteen shots and more – how much will your growling Master fill your tight pussy? How many shots will it be until your poor little egg give in and lets your Master’s spunk knock her up? Or will they even give it that chance before making you pregnant?

And at my end, when after countless moments of my hardly-softening cock pulsing inside your saturated cunt, I would pull out satisfied that I’d inseminated you well enough. Thick globs slopping out of your used cunt and drooling down your thighs as you hang there, gasping through your gag. I would remove it then, for now your words of protest won’t save your little egg from its destiny. And kissing your cheek, fingering you blindfolded, and petting your taut fertilized belly, I would whisper in your tired ear the words you most wanted to hear:
“Ready for your next breeding, slave?”

You can contact me here or on kik/gmail. My user is the same for both.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/53n0bq/breeding