The moment you worked the strip of cloth over my eyes my arms tensed, stressing against the cuffs. I barely registered it. A reflexive instinct only explainable by the electric current working its way down my spine. My thoughts were muddy and disoriented, I wanted to pull at the restraints, I wanted to grab you by the throat and treat it like a toy.
No, that wasn’t it. Not today it wasn’t, I wanted to hear you coo good boy in my ear. I just wanted to earn it. I needed to be broken, I needed you to break me. So I pulled and wrestled with the restraints, even managing to lurch up scoring a kiss as I did, earning a slap for my effort. when you grabbed my throat in retaliation I couldn’t stop my moan.
You squeezed and squeezed, when I felt your whispers in my ear I felt myself losing control, being sunken into you. For a brief moment, You lessened your grip, stuffing my mouth full of cloth as I gasped for air. I was owned. Cowed. Subservient. Time seemed to slow, your fingers drifted so lightly as to be imagined. The slightest sensation of your wet tongue along my nape, even once slowly licking along the shaft of my cock only to abandon it. I could only assume you enjoyed my mewling.
I felt the felt tip of sharpie along my chest, your quiet giggling so emasculating I wondered if I was blushing. If it wasn’t for the gag, I would have begged to please you. I would have done anything you said, no matter what. Anything to be in service to you. I was being tortured by an angel. I felt the bed shift as you positioned yourself above me. Forcing out a begging plea through the gag as you removed it. Only to replace it with the warm center between your thighs.
I licked you for what felt like hours, my jaw sore, my tongue buried as I bucked my hips at the empty air. You sat up, cooing in my ear, my prize for being so good. But you weren’t done. Leaning in and replacing the gag, you asked me a question. “Do you deserve to hear me cum again?” I wanted to beg, I wanted to say yes so very badly. You put the headphones over my ears anyway.
The pillow behind my head propped up, you removed my blindfold, the angle allowing me to see every glorious inch of you as you laid on top of me. My cock frustratingly positioned along your tummy, the sensation not enough to cum but just enough to be desperately hard.
Behind you, the door opened. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, I simply watched spread your legs in a prone position above me. Putting another pillow between my cock and your tummy. Cruel. A man I recognized from your work stood behind you, his cock rising at the sight of my baby girl. You kissed my cheeks and forehead as he mounted you. Your eyes sweet and gentle. I had been a good boy, you loved me. I knew I was safe, I knew you were safe.
I only submerged into sub space, soaking in your kisses as the bed shook, as your cunt was stretched. I watched your face twist with pleasure and your need… beautiful. When you took my gag out I couldn’t stop myself, kissing you deeply. So invested in it I didn’t notice you had cum until I opened my eyes. Seeing your mouth widen and your eyes flutter in the way they only do when you orgasm.
You rested your head on my chest for a moment as your friend gathered his clothes and saw himself out. Slowly you removed my bindings, almost lazily as you laid atop me. Gently I flipped you over, sliding inside your bred cunt, a strangers cum as lube. Lovingly I pumped you, your neck now marked by a thousand hickeys. All at once, I came. My cum mixing in with his as you gripped me, your legs shaking around you. My cum slut baby girl. Bred and stretched beneath me.
As a woman, even though femdom isn’t my kink, I actually quite enjoyed this from a fellow author’s point of view. You definitely have talent as an author and if you plan on making more, I look forward to reading them.