My ex, whom I wrote about in my previous post, was really into pain and humiliation. I would do degrading, hurtful things to him and he’d thank me. One of my favorites was choking him with one hand and jerking off his little prick with the other. I would have him stand against a wall and look deep into his eyes. He would meet my gaze with a meek and helpless look in his eyes. Hardly any words were spoken. My stare would convey everything to him. That he was nothing but a toy that I used for my amusement. No difference from a vibrator or a butt plug. Hell, those could probably please me better than he could.
At 5’8″ I was two inches taller than him and I always wore high heels when I did this. So I was literally looking down at him and he would look up helplessly. His eyes pleading with me to end his torment. To throw just a few scraps of affection his way. I always smirked as his eyes welled up. He was fooling himself if he ever thought he was going to get any respite from his torment.
Soon the pleading expression would be replaced with one of acceptance. Acceptance of his place – under my feet and to be crushed by me wherever I felt like it.
When his tiny little prick was erect, id let go of his throat. He usually collapsed to the floor and lay there phanting. Scarcely would he gave regained his breath, would he feels tight slap on his dick. Followed by another on his balls. If he tried to close his legs, he’d get an ever harder also on his face. My little bitch was going to take whatever punishment I had designed for him and he was going to like it.
After I had tortured his bits to my heart’s content, I would give him a chance to beg for the honor, the privilege of entering my pussy. He would throw himself at my feet, lock them, kiss the soles of my shoes and tell me again and again how much he loved me, that he had dedicated his life to serving me etc. etc. etc.
Of course, this would never be enough and I would lock his cock and balls in a chastity cage. If I didn’t have any of my fuck buddies coming over, Id let him give me a full body massage. He knew better than to enjoy my body too much. Because if he did, he would have to sleep outside the bedroom door. He also knew better than to fall asleep next to me. A filthy little slut like him wouldn’t get to share my bed.
If I had company over, usually guys, he’d make drinks for them, rub their feet if they ordered him to, allow them to use his body as a footstool while I say on their laps. Then when we fucked, my bitch would get to watch. He’d kneel beside the bed and watch these gorgeous men that I had chosen, pleasure my body in ways that he could only dream about. And when we were done, he would lick my pussy and their cocks clean. The guys usually spent the night in bed with me, while my toy would sleep on the floor.
Every morning, he woke me up by kissing my feet and then he’d thank me for the torment of the previous night. If I was feeling exceedingly generous, Id give him a little head pat. But mostly I just kicked him away and told him to shut up and get breakfast ready. My bitch would scamper off to the kitchen and get to work. He really didn’t want to displease his owner.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eullr2/my_ex_was_my_plaything_fm