This is fiction, but I suppose it demonstrates the kind of sexual relationship I’d want. Not really a full fledged story, but more of an experimental style
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This is my body, but it’s your property. It’s yours to do as you please, for you to own and care for. I give myself to you out of necessity and desire. Now that I am yours, give me what I deserve.
Even though I live for you, and find true pleasure in serving you, my impulses can be too powerful. They’re in charge of me when you should take control.
It starts slowly, you asking about my day, knowing I’m full of misery and anger. This part of me you don’t like, but you accept, and thus you take the reins.
First a kiss, your dark lipstick touches my lips, your hand rubs my stubbly cheek. My tongue tastes yours, my hands move to your hips. I pull you closer to me.
I squeeze your ass, so juicy and plump in my hands. Your lips move to my neck, kissing, sucking, and nibbling. I lick your face. I thrust my body into yours.
You feel how engorged I am, I whisper, “I want you,” and you smile knowing I’m in your trap. You reach into my pants, grab my hard cock, and whisper back, “You know what I want.”
I take my clothes off, not with any grace or style, but as a wild beast, which always makes you laugh. I follow you into the bedroom and await your instructions.
“Lie down,” you say, and I know what this means. My arms and legs are spread wide. A blindfold is placed over me and I feel my limbs being tied to the bed.
As I anxiously call out for you, with a very needy mouth and stiff cock, you don’t reply. All I can do is wait until you’re ready. Just wait and hope you don’t forget about me.
Then I feel the hot wetness, your tongue and your lips, sliding and slurping all over my cock. This is my instrument, but you’re playing it like a toy. I hope it pleases you.
You stare at my hungry tongue dangling out of my mouth. Your pussy has been dripping wet, waiting for me to taste it. Without giving any warning you sit on my face.
Your wetness, your feminine musk, your heat, and your moans are all I want. My face is being fucked by you, my tongue is worshiping you. Everything I do is for you.
I feel the small convulsions and taste the secretion of your juices. You’re panting heavily after you’ve marked my face. “I love you, baby,” you whisper as you take my blindfold off.
You’re wearing black stockings and a black babydoll, “I knew you’d love my outfit,” and I do. I love whatever you wear and whatever you do.
You undo my knots, but that doesn’t mean I’m free. My cock still needs you, and you need it now more than ever. You take the babydoll off and place my cock into your pussy.
That first bit of tightness, then the warmth…now I’m inside of you. This is where I belong, this is heaven. You give me a kiss and go on your ride.
As your body slides, I feel your wetness dripping down and soaking the sheets. “I love you baby…” I moan, but I can barely utter the words.
My hands grab your ass-cheeks, and you lay your body on top of mine. Only a layer of sweat separates us. You place a breast in my mouth and ride harder.
As you go faster, I utter, “I can’t hold it anymore, you’re going to make me cum….” You giggle and keep on going with the rhythm. Please don’t stop, don’t ever stop doing this to me.
It happens, I feel my cream release and I moan, “Oh God, I’m cumming,” and my cum enters your pussy, filling those hot walls up with my love.
After I cum you take my cock out and look at the puddle of sweat, saliva, and love juices on the bed sheets. “This needs to be cleaned later,” I say.
You give me a kiss on the forehead and say, “Yes, but much later, it’s only Friday night, and I have the rest of the weekend planned for us.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/d75laq/what_i_deserve_mf_very_mild_fdom