Submissive Can’t Help but Squirt [M/F]

“Now, go write about how you were just treated like a sex slave,” he said. So here I am, at 11:59 PM on New Year’s Eve, writing on my computer.

2 hours ago
“Turn off the lights,” he said. I did so, then waited for further instructions. He led me to the bed where I got on all fours. He stood in front of me and played with my pussy while I sucked on his dick.” Just pissed a little too,” he said. A little surprised with his dick in my mouth, I thought about how I was licking remnants of his pee. The supposed grossness of it all turned me on even more—that’s what it means to surrender to it all. I continued sucking his dick while enjoying the touch of his hand when he ordered me to get my vibrator.

I was both excited and nervous, wondering what was going to happen next as I grabbed the vibrator from the other room. “Show me how you squirt,” he said. I was sitting on the corner of the bed with my legs wide open in the air. Vibrator in hand, I circled my entrance with one hand and held the vibrator on the other, applying pressure to my clit. I got close to cumming, but was unable to do so by my own fingers. It had been a while since I had last made myself squirt, and I was having trouble getting the right stimulation. When he saw me struggle, he decided to take complete control.

Thrusting two fingers in my pussy, he rubbed against my g-spot aggressively. He hit the mark every time, mercilessly. To make it more intense, he applied pressure onto my lower stomach with his other hand, so I felt every bit of his fingers inside me. I couldn’t do anything but feel the burning sensation of my own desperation. My g-spot was on fire. I had no control of my body at all. It felt almost detached from my body, like a machine that only knew what it was programmed to do. I had no choice but to squirt. His fingers were relentless and unforgiving. It came out all at once as I felt my juices everywhere—down my legs, and onto the sheets. I knew the bed was getting soaked as he continued thrusting his fingers inside me, creating a gushing sound as my juices flowed out.

Then all of a sudden, he stopped. And I felt his dick jam in, hard. “Clasp your hands together and hold your legs back.” I did as I was told, and he fucked me harder. His hands crept under my neck and pulled at my hair. I liked the idea that I was merely a toy for his pleasure. When he was pleased, he stopped. And switched back to thrusting his fingers into my g-spot and made me, no, forced me to squirt. Over, and over again. Whatever spot he kept hitting was clearly magic because I became an obedient doll at his hands. My insides were beginning to get very sensitive, like any more stimulation might actually become painful. But he stopped before it got to that point and jammed his dick back in. My pussy was ridiculously wet from squirting so much that his dick slid in with complete ease. He could go as hard as he wanted, and he knew it. He didn’t hold back at the slightest, and I knew I wasn’t going to see the gentle side of him tonight. When he pulled out and thrusted his fingers back in my g-spot for the final time, he teased me. “I know, sensitive right?” he said with a smirk. What an asshole comment, I thought. But I couldn’t help but be turned on at the cruel remark. The knowledge he held of exactly how I was feeling and how he would continue to do whatever he wanted, satisfied some part of me. He continued his domination over my body until he came inside, his dick hot in my body as he laid on top of me. I have no idea how many times I came, but fuck, I would do it all again in a heartbeat. And if that’s not a good way to start off the new year, I don’t know what is.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lpwhnz/submissive_cant_help_but_squirt_mf