Last night Sir called me. I was very excited to hear his voice. Soothing and warm like caramel, yet sharp and firm when needed or deserved.
We haven’t met in the flesh before, so when, on occasion I’m allowed to hear him, I find it very hard to control myself. He usually doesn’t let me touch myself unless I’ve been a particularly good girl. So when he calls me, I find it especially difficult to obey his instructions not to touch. ‘Masturbation is a selfish act,’ Sir says, for a filthy wannabe cock sleeve like me.
When we started the call, I couldn’t hide my excitement, which showed in my fast breathing, almost gasping for air. Sir gave me a few reminders. ‘Don’t be nervous. Take deep breaths. When you spin out of control just hold on to me. I am your rock.’ I took deep breaths for him, steadying myself. ‘Remember I own you. You’re mine and I’m not going to leave you’ he said, trickling a deep sense of pain and companionship down my spine. I’ve been having a tough time recently, so such words are particularly meaningful.
“Do you need to put hot sauce on your clit?” he asked me, sensing in my breath how difficult I was finding it not to rub my pulsating, hungry, little cunt. “No Sir,” I begged of him. I’ve more than learnt that hot sauce is to be avoided by now. “How about inside?” Sir teased. “Please Sir, don’t,” I responded, “Please don’t ask me to do that, Sir.” “Shall I make you do it anyway?” He hissed, excited at the recalled pain and desperation in my voice. “No Sir,” I let out in a whisper.
Silence. Heavy breathing.
“Can I take Tyrone inside of me Sir?” I whimpered. “Can you?” He responded. “May I?” I came back quickly, wanting to avoid another punishment. “May I take Tyrone inside of me?” We had come to refer to the big black dildo he’d bought me as Tyrone, a name that he forced me to choose. “You may. But first, how about you go and get your larger butt plug?” he said, as if there were some doubt that I would refuse to comply. Recently, Sir has been making me wear a smallish (2.5cm width) butt plug up inside of me 24/7, part of a set that he had also bought me, so that he can begin to stretch my holes out for his use and enjoyment.
I squealed with excitement (like the fat pig I am, may I add) and snuck upstairs to get the larger sized buttplug, as Sir had instructed, which, like Tyrone, I had never inserted in my lower holes before. (My first week with Tyrone was largely limited to stroking him, practicing my still-pathetic deepthroating skills, and using him to slap my meaty pussy as punishment when I fail to meet Sir’s standards.)
“Have you got it?” Sir asked me. “Yes Sir.” I whispered “you know taking the butt plug out is one of the most painful and difficult parts of wearing one Sir” I trailed. “Do you think I care?” Sir snapped, “Your pain is not a bug. It’s a feature.” he said warmly. I tugged on the jewel of my buttplug, and couldn’t help but make a noise as it stretched my ass open and came out in my hand. “Good girl,” Sir said. “Now what are we going to call your large butt plug?” Sir conversed.
My mind was blank, flooded with lust and need for my holes to be filled. I stopped, just breathing. “Adrianna.” Sir reminded me. “Yes Sir. Uhhh I can’t think of any names right now Sir.” “Of course you can’t.” Sir remarked, “you hardly had two brain cells to begin with.” I shuddered. “How about Jamal?” “Yes Sir, Jamal is good, Sir.” I said, teasing Jamal’s tip against my anus. “May I insert him Sir?” I asked him, “You may Adrianna,” Sir said softly. “You may place him on the floor and then sit on him, your weight bringing you down over him, do you understand?”
I sat, pushing Jamal’s head and base up inside of me as I moaned–he was much bigger than anything I’ve ever taken in my ass before. “How does it feel?” Sir inquired. “It hurts.” I responded. “Good.” Sir replied with satisfaction. I breathed helplessly. I slipped one red-nailed finger inside of my cunt to feel what Jamal was doing to my vaginal wall. My cunt sucked hard on my finger, “My pussy feels so tight.” I described to Sir. “Not for long it won’t.” he responded, a smile leaking through to his voice.
“Can I take Tyrone inside of me now?” I asked, my cunt weeping after a week of orgasm denial. “May I,” I edited quickly, “May I take Tyrone inside of me Sir?”
“You may, under one condition…” Sir instructed, “When you take Tyrone in, you take him all the way in, you sit on his balls right away. Do you understand me Adrianna?” “Yes Sir” my voice and body begged.
I lifted myself up and placed Tyrone beneath me rubbing his bellend first on my greedy little clit and then on my soaking vaginal opening, my breathe was feral. “Aaah,” I started to moan. “Did I tell you to do it yet?” Sir interjected. “No Sir,” I responded, “I haven’t yet, I was just getting ready Sir”. “Good, then you may begin,” Sir permitted.
In a heartbeat, I let my weight drop onto Tyrone. “Oh!” I cried out, as I slid around him. “Are you down yet, are you sitting on his balls, Adrianna?” Sir quizzed. “Yes Sir,” I cried, feeling my holes stretch and pull. “All the way down?” Sir asked, surprised. “Yes Sir” I repeated, “Then I obviously didn’t get you a big enough dildo, did I Adrianna?” Sir delighted. I moaned some more at the thought as I felt him inside me. “Now ride, Adrianna, ride it as Tyrone would fuck you”.
“Aaaaaa” I moaned, slamming my lower body down again and again on Tyrone and Jamal. The feeling was indescribable, balanced on a line between pain and pleasure I could barely manage, running from my cunt and ass up into my neck, my head. “Harder Adrianna, faster” I moaned and squirmed. Getting hotter, hotter, it filling me up and then, I squirted. “Don’t stop Adrianna,” Sir instructed. Tantalizing me. Forcing me to continue, against every nerve ending in my body. “Aaaa,” I let out, “Oh my God!” Again I squirted, again. “Don’t stop now, Adrianna,” Sir instructed.
“Can I cum Sir? Can I cum Sir? May I cum Sir? Please Sir.” “You haven’t cum yet?” Sir asked, bemused. “I’ve squirted a lot,” I admitted. “How many times?” He asked. “Twice Sir,” I squeaked, unable to restrain myself much longer. “Yes you may, Adrianna” he granted. Opening the flood gates for me to unfurl at his instruction. I breathed heavily. letting go. Exploding. Fireworks. Bliss.
“Did I say you could stop Adrianna?” he quizzed playfully, cracking the world in two. Surely not. Surely not more. “Would Jamal and Tyrone stop if they were there? Do you think I would?”
“No Sir,” I sniffed, overwhelmed at the task ahead. “Then continue.” Sir chided, like a disappointed teacher.
So I slammed down on Tyrone and Jamal again, rubbing my clit, half crying, half being overridden with pleasure. “That’s it, Adrianna,” Sir encouraged, “That’s it.” I squealed. Before long I began heating up again but far more intensely this time, far more intensely until I couldn’t take a moment longer and I came again.
“Don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop now!” Sir snarled, “Don’t you fucking dare!” So didn’t, I couldn’t, losing control of my voice, my face, my eyeballs shaking, my shoulders twitching, I came again and again on Sir’s word.
Deep breathing.
I lay on the floor a crumpled mess. The tears running softly out of my eyes as I caught myself and tried to put mind back together. “Shall I make you put Tyrone in your ass now Adrianna?” Sir smirked. “No Sir,” I breathed hoarsely, with no element of play left inside of me.
“How many times have you cum now?” he asked. “Six,” I breathed. “Six times, Sir.” I sniffed, “It’s five o clock in the morning, Sir.” “Well, you greedy bitch,” Sir laughed, “You’ve cum six times already and I haven’t even cum once. If you want to go bed anytime soon, you’ve got work to do, haven’t you?” he smirked.
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