Madame & her Whore [FM] [long]

It’s been a while since I’ve posted any play dates with my slut, but not due to a lack of material.

Shall Madame give you all the tantalizing details? ?

One day several weeks ago, I was feeling quite demanding. I was tired of always giving him a release, and having to wait to get mine until he left to return home to his woman. (Yes, that’s right. I haven’t touched on it much, but I’m satisfying a need he isn’t currently getting at home.)

So our play options, and timing, are limited you see. And on this day, I wanted to be the focus and, in a selfish way, to satisfy him without actually touching him. So I devised a plan.

As usual, he let me know when he was on his way, and asked for his instructions. I told him to come in, take off his pants, and sit on the couch. I was waiting topless, where I then straddled his leg, and told him to suck my tits and leave a mark.

Oh, he loves to make a meal of my breasts…and I love when he does. He was sucking my nipple and softly biting all around, while squeezing and twisting the other, I was in heaven. But as I’ve said before, I do enjoy seeing his release and pleasure, so as he was inhaling my breast and biting my nipple, I turned on my favorite vibrator. Before he knew it was there, it was between his lap against his balls. The MOAN that got made my stomach drop, he wasn’t expecting such a sensation, and to feel him moan against me shot sparks down to my pussy.

Not only did he leave marks all over my tits that I would look at and get off to for days to come, but I proceeded to get him off using the toy and watching his face contort in pleasure once I pried myself and my tits free.

Later that week, he texted me from work about how badly he wanted to serve his Madame. I told him to prove it, and he immediately sent back pictures of his slutty ass in my lace thong from the bathroom.

“You’re such a whore,” I responded. “Imagine, all those manly men walking around your office, and you’ve put on a lace thong that your Madame gave you. What if they knew?”

“I know Madame, I’d be so ashamed,” he replied.

“But you’re also so turned on by it, aren’t you, slut?” I asked.

“Fuck…yes Madame, I am,” he texted back.

I told him he’d be trying on new pairs later, and that again, I wouldn’t be touching him to release. He began to whine, like the pathetic slut he is, about how badly he needed to be released. How it had been days since he’d cum, he was begging me to, straining against the lace of the thong.

“Pay attention slut,” I retorted, “I didn’t say you wouldn’t be released, I said *I* wouldn’t be touching you in order for it to happen. Come upstairs and strip to your thong, I’ll be waiting on the bed.”

I heard his truck pull up, and then he entered my front door. His boots pounded against the stairs as he came to find me. I was waiting on the bed, with four pairs of panties, as he began to strip.

“Hey Madame,” he said shyly, standing in my bedroom in nothing but the black lace thong out of my own lingerie drawer.

“Hello slut, start with these,” I said as I tossed a pair of sheer black lace boy shorts to him.

He tried on the boy shorts followed by a white, high waisted lace thong, pink and black cheekies, and finally, a black g string. In each pair, I’d have him look at his ass in the mirror, then turn to see his dick slowly growing as he went from pair to pair. I’d humiliate him while caressing his bare ass and grasping his growing cock.

“Those balls look heavy, like they need to be drained,” I said, eyeing him up and down in the g string, “pick a pair to wear and then come here.”

“I feel extra slutty in these, Madame,” he said, indicating the g string.

“Then keep them on and come suck my tits,” I said, opening my legging clad legs but removing my sweatshirt to reveal no bra.

He climbed between my legs and I stroked his ass as he sucked in my nipple. As he sucked and bit, I spanked him to feel him moan into me. Then, I surprised him with my favorite vibrating wand again, turning it on it’s lower setting and sliding it against his cock, down to his balls.

He began squirming and moaning on top of me, bucking his hips trying to fuck the wand, all while my tits were filling his mouth.

“You love feeling this toy on you, don’t you slut?” I asked and he moaned in an agreeable response, bucking himself wildly against me and the toy. “Do you know I was fucking myself with this before you got here? That we both are going to cum from the same toy today?” Again, he bucked his hips and moaned against me, biting my nipple. “You want this against your ass, don’t you slut?” At this he lifted his head to gasp, resulting in a smack. “I didn’t fucking say to stop,” and shoved his mouth back onto my nipple.

After continuing to torture him with the overwhelming sensations of the toy against his balls, my tits in his mouth, and my words in his ear, I told him to get on all fours—facing the mirror. I positioned myself behind him between his calves, and told him to look into the mirror.

“Are you my bitch?” *spank*
“Yes, Madame!”
“Who owns you, slut?” *spank*
“You do, Madame!”
“You like when I smack your ass?” *spank*
“I love it, Madame!”
“You want me to fuck your ass, don’t you?” *spank*
“Yes, Madame!”

And with that, I turned up the wand and spread his cheeks, setting it against his asshole, and grabbing his throbbing cock through his legs.

He moaned wildly, and I told him to look at himself as I continued to own him. I wouldn’t be fucking his asshole today, but we both knew I could have, and would when I wanted to.

He was getting close to the edge, begging for release.

“Please let me cum, Madame!” He cried.

I told him to stand up, and I knelt down positioning my bare chest to catch his load.

“Cum for me slut, stroke yourself,” I commanded, and with just a stroke, he was shooting all over my chest, covering me in his warm cum. I sucked the head of his cock when I knew he was almost drained, and then looked up at him.

“Good boy,” I said as he thanked me over and over for his release.

We cleaned up and he got dressed, and as he was close to reaching the door, I called down the stairs…

“Hey,” I called from the top of the stairs, and he turned around, looking up at me, “you’re such a bitch for me,” I said with a smile.

He smiled, “I know,” and walked out the door.

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