I tried, I really did.
I ended things (read: the dirty texting & fooling around) with my ex as the end of COVID, and his wedding, drew closer; but the little slut just couldn’t quit me.
One rainy Monday afternoon, after I’d ended things 5 days prior, his name popped up on my phone.
The text read, “I’ve typed this, deleted, typed, deleted, so many times. I’m sorry, but I’m so horny for you Madame.”
This man is addicted to me. And dammit, my body reacted because I am too.
“I know you are, slut,” I respond.
“I have something to confess,” he texts back. And then he sends a picture from his bathroom at the office…showing me he’s in a lacey floral thong…that I did not give him.
“Where did you get that?” I ask.
“Madame…I was so sad thinking this was over…and I was so horny for you…that on Saturday, I drove across town to a Target I never go to and bought it to surprise you with.”
Like I said, he’s addicted to being my bitch. I remind him of this.
“Please Madame, can I come model it for you?” He begs as I continue to humiliate him for how addicted he is to me, how he willingly chose to buy the sissiest pair of panties I’ve ever seen, because he wants to be my bitch so badly.
“Yes you can come over slut, but I haven’t decided if you’ll cum,” I reply.
“Yes Madame, I’m on my way.”
I unlock my front door and wait upstairs on my bed. I’ve told him to come inside, up the stairs, and strip. I’m playing with my wet pussy, anticipation building. I hear his truck pull up, my own panties are soaked, I remind myself that he should feel them.
He comes upstairs, shyly looking in the bedroom, “hey Madame,” he says as he starts to undress.
I make him turn and pose in his sissy panties, taking pictures and stroking his little cock through the flowery lace, having him turn to look at his little lace covered package in the mirror as I smack his ass from the bed behind him.
“Come here slut, suck on my tits and make yourself useful,” I tell him as I lay back on the pillows and spread my legs for him to go in between. From under the pillows, I pull out the small vibrator I’d been using on my pussy while I waited for him to arrive, and begin pleasuring my clit as he sucks and pinches at my tits.
As soon as he hears the vibrations, this bitch stars bucking his lace covered hips. I’ve conditioned him to get hard, just from the sound of a vibrator.
He starts moaning with my nipple in his mouth, his hips bucking wildly, as I hold the vibrating bullet against his cock.
In his ear I whisper, “you like when I use toys on you, don’t you slut?” He moans in agreement. “Especially after those toys have been in my pussy.” His moaning is getting louder, his hips are bucking wilder, his dick is so hard that the lace thong is straining against his asshole.
“Look at how you’re such a bitch, I’m not even touching you myself, and you’re about to bust,” I whisper in his ear as the sensations overpower him.
He stops sucking my breast, I grab his hair, remove the vibe and have him look at me, “did I say you could fucking stop?”
“N-no Madame,” he stutters, and resumes his work. He’s gasping and moaning now, I feel his thighs begin to clench and shake, and I know he’s close.
“You want to cum, don’t you slut?” I ask in his ear, his face buried in my tits.
“Y-yes Madame, if you’ll let me,” he pauses and gasps in response.
“Tell me how you’re a bitch.”
“I’m such a bitch for you Madame, please use your toy and stroke me. I’m such a whore for you,” he says, in between moans.
“You want to suck cock for me, don’t you bitch?” I whisper as I stroke his straining cock, the vibe now beneath him and against his balls.
His eyes widen, “yes Madame. And I want you to fuck my ass.”
“I know you do, whore. One day I will, now stand up.” And I kneel in front of him, my tits red from his mouth and on display.
“Cum for me, bitch,” I say, he moves to stroke himself to release, and then I surprise him with the vibrator on full blast under his balls. His eyes widen in surprise, and he erupts, shooting rope after rope of his hot cum all over my chest, hitting my chin. I continue to hold the vibrator in place, and he continues to gush. I only take it away when he starts to shudder, indicating I’ve milked him dry.
“Thank you Madame. Thank you so much.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gyrdo1/we_tried_to_be_goodfm