A noise gently pulls me from my slumber as I moan myself awake. Pulling off my blindfold I see you standing in front of my dresser looking at me through the reflection of my big mirrors. My groggy eyes barely register that you are frozen trying to not make another move.
“Hmmm hi baby.” I groan happily as I stretch and flop lazily around my bed.
“I’m so sorry kitten did I wake you?” Your voice is full of worry and affection but you stand perfectly still; seemingly afraid to move.
“Not at all baby I probably need to get up anyway.” I still make no attempt to get out of bed but instead I worm myself towards a sleeping cat to give cuddles before I inevitably leave such comforts. You leave the room to come back with a hot cup of coffee and a kiss on my head.
You’ll never know how much these moments mean to me. As you walk away I catch a hint of your deodorant and musk making the butterflies do a loop inside of my stomach. You always have a way of putting my body on vibrate yet calming me at the same time. I’ll never fully understand the way you affect me.
I check my clock and feel a twinge of sadness as I realise we will only be able to enjoy 2 hours and 28 minutes together today before I go to work for my 12 hour shift. I wish I could hide the clock from us, turn off my phone and never let you know my schedule so you never ask when I have to leave. Alas, I know it is a pipe dream.
You surprised me with fresh home made bread for my shift. You made coffee for me and apparently did my dishes. These things you do for me leave me speechless and incredibly turned on while I take in the activity of my kitchen. You, standing there with your back to me at the sink finishing up what was left of my dishes. I am overcome with emotions: gratitude, compassion, horniness and happiness.
Night shift always leaves me so horny that I can only satiate myself by letting my inner slut run free so when I get to see you all I want to do is kneel at your feet as ask ever so politely for your cock. I won’t because I know the rules we play by; You make the first move when You feel it.
Today, however, I couldn’t dropping hints. Maybe it was how I was looking at you or that I couldn’t keep my sexual energy towards you in check. Maybe it was how relaxed you looked after enjoying a You Day as I slept. Dressed in black sweatpants, t-shirt and sweater; you looked amazing to me. I loved the way I could see your outline while you wore sweats. Just looking at you was enough to send shivers of ecstasy like lightning bolts throughout my body so I attempted to cool the storm by slipping into the shower alone.
Yet after my shower I just couldn’t stop my slutty self from begging you to fuck me. My directness had the effect I hoped for as you made swift movements to come up behind me to sink your teeth into my shoulder. Your hands find their way up to my neck and wrap around my throat to restrict air. I’ve completely lost myself to you, it always happens so easily.
“I don’t work well on a time limit.” You growl playfully and you push my body down to present my holes for your pleasure. Before I could figure out how to reply your teeth find my skin again to debilitate anything I may have done next. I feel your hands move down my curves to my ass and spread me apart to spit inside my pussy. As if I’m not worth the time it takes to foreplay (*which I’m not*). The degradation of this always makes me pout and whimper under you.
My face is pushed into my sheets as you enter me forcing every single inch of your hardness in my pussy. I can’t contain the moans that escape my lips that can only be labeled as *loud*. The pain of you stretching me, pushing right to my cervix right away causes me to cum so quickly. As soon as one orgasm comes crashing through me you never cease the thrusts as to never stop the building of another. I can only focus on the contractions of my walls grabbing your cock over and over again until nothing else exists in my world.
Until you rip yourself away from me and watch me convulse like a poor, dumb fish out of water. Your cock is my lifeline and I barely know what anything is anymore without you inside of me. My brain can only think of one thing and it’s you. My whimpers call you back to me as you lift one foot and place it on the side of my face pushing me harder into the mattress.
I’m completely lost under you as bliss washes over me. Nothing could be more perfect than showing me how helpless I am to you. Your touch immobilized me and you know it. It could have been seconds or minutes but the result is always the same: my devoted submission is complete. I am your toy. I am your pet. My body is Owned by you.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g5wfkh/an_owned_slut_mf_ds_domination