She woke. As her eyes slowly began to open, her conscious mind firing into existence, she could immediately sense that she’d slept well. Proper sleep, the kind of exhausted sleep that forced your body and mind to totally and completely rest.
She felt like she was in a slightly awkward position but couldn’t quite yet be bothered to move to correct herself.
Images of the night before flashed in her mind’s eye. He’d used her so diligently. She’d felt him on every inch of her body and in every dark avenue of her mind. Intense pain and orgasmic pleasure had started as two seeds and then grown up through her, wrapping themselves around her and blossoming inside her. Their vines searching and exploring, eternally intertwined.
She felt the warmth between her legs. The gentle morning arousal ignited by the spark of memory and of wanting more.
She realised that she was still in his apartment, still in his bed.
It was time to get up and see him. See him before she thanked him and hopefully kissed him if he allowed.
She went to move and instantly felt the constraints of whatever she was bound with.
Confusion entered her mind.
He’d untied her.
She distinctly recalled the session being over. Him untying her. His gentleness, his caresses and softly spoken words and he’d made sure that she was content and comfortable.
He’d then left the room and it would seem hadn’t come to bed, well not to this bed at least.
There was no doubt that she’d definitely been untied.
But there was no doubt that right now she was definitely bound again.
Could she really have been so tired that she’d slept through that?
The warmth between her legs became a heat.
A little fear crept in but was soon vanquished because their trust had developed and grown over these past few months.
Fuck this was hot! To wake up and to already be at his mercy.
She wanted to touch herself but couldn’t.
How deliciously frustrating!
She lay there not making a sound. She wasn’t gagged, although she did kind of wish that she was. But she was silent because she wanted to wait for him.
Time passed. It wasn’t a brief moment but it wasn’t hours either. In that time she’d discovered that her ankles were bound tightly together and that her wrists were bound firmly behind her back. She’d been left to rest in a position that was as natural as it could be and so that she couldn’t cut off the blood supply to her limbs.
She heard the door creak open.
She could barely contain her excitement and arousal at his presence.
Something was different. There was someone else with him. The fear began to creep back in.
“Good morning beautiful.” fell from his mouth like the most seductive song.
“I have something or someone of a surprise for you.”
Relaxing at the cool, calm confidence of his voice, she was now curious and stimulated. The fear once again dissipated into her desire.
He walked to the side of the bed and pulled the thick lush duvet off of her.
It was at this moment that she realised that, apart from her binds, she was still completely naked….and felt clean.
Wait, had he also bathed her as she slept?
He spoke again but this time to the other person “Come here, show yourself.”
The soft sound of barefoot walking filled her ears as the intrigue grew.
Finally, standing next to him was a beautiful, young, well a little younger than herself, woman!
Soft pale skin and an angelic face surrounded by ribbons of intensely red hair. Her slight and curvaceous form was covered only with a cotton dress. She could see through the dress just enough to notice that this new woman was wearing no underwear.
A little bit of panic resurfaced but was washed away quickly by her arousal.
She’d never had any sexual contact with a woman before. Well not since those years of experimenting in college.
Hang on, had she told him about that?
Had he used that knowledge to inspire this moment?
It didn’t matter.
He wanted it, he wanted her to have it, so she wanted it too and to her surprise, she really did want it!
She felt his arms grip her body. His strong firm hold graced with gentleness. In one motion he flipped her onto her front.
Her face, now on the pillow and her legs loosely closed but with her pussy and ass up in the air.
She wanted to turn her head a little bit but enjoyed the pillow being somewhat of an obstacle to her breathing.
Maybe that’s why he hadn’t gagged her.
She smiled into the pillow, delighted at the deviant little slut that she had become.
She felt the bed depress at the weight of someone else getting onto it.
It was definitely the woman.
When he mounted the bed there was a great deal more weight and force.
She felt the warm feminine hands of the new woman as she placed them on the cheeks of her ass.
She felt this woman spread her cheeks and then instantly the warm wetness of her tongue as it did a single lick across her tight ass hole.
In almost complete darkness and unable to properly breathe she instantly succumbed to the delicious and tantalising sensation.
She wanted to feel it again.
She didn’t have to wait long.
The second time the lick lingered and the tongue swirled around a little.
She imagined the delight on this new woman’s face as she tasted her, maybe there was a glint in those hypnotic emerald eyes that were set in that exquisite porcelain face.
The tongue came again. This time probing a little, not pushing inside but pressing against.
It then instantly found her sweet spot, hidden in the delicate folds at the top of her pussy. It flicked across it several times before slowly licking along the entire length and returning to lapping and pressing against her ass hole.
Fuck! She wanted this tongue inside her. Inside her pussy, inside her ass. She just wanted to feel it writhe inside….all of her.
She sank into this new pleasure as it was being delivered to her, and how foreign and yet intoxicating it was.
She heard him unzip his trousers.
She immediately began to salivate. Feeling her drool moisten against the pillow as she tried to draw breath.
The thought of his thick hard cock in her mouth again excited her in ways she’d never experienced.
She wanted to lick it and suck it and take it deep into her throat. Worship his cock and show him what a good little slut she was. A good little slut only for him, and whatever delicious and deviant things he wanted her to experience, she would gladly and eagerly do.
Every one of which, was a generous gift from him to her.
She felt his hand forcefully grab onto her hair and yank her head away from the pillow. She gasped, taking in as much air as she could before he turned her head to the side and filled her mouth with his juicy cock.
He was more aggressive than in previous times. And that is exactly what she wanted. It was like he could read her mind and knew exactly what to do.
He pushed his cock deep into her throat and instantly she gagged, and she loved it.
She wanted him to use and abuse her face.
She wanted his cock so hard in her delicate little throat, stretching it with each pump as he thrust into her.
Saliva was pouring from her mouth and tears were burning streaks down the soft skin of her, now pinkish, cheeks.
Oh, how she wanted to show him how much she wanted and adored his cock, how much she craved to serve him, how much she was his.
All his.
The other woman was still exploring her pussy and ass with her tongue, probing into her. She could feel her spreading her cheeks with her hands as she made every effort to get in deeper and deeper.
It was such a delicious surprise from him.
She loved it. This stranger, this beautiful female stranger, pleasuring her at his command.
What a delight.
She was caught somewhere between her own pleasure and her hunger to satisfy him.
She was trying to hold his cock in her throat longer and longer, each and every time, with a defiant attitude of “look what I can do for you”.
Naturally, to her, it was a competition of sorts.
This other woman was very beautiful, from what she had seen, and was clearly obeying his commands to pleasure her.
She wanted to be the favourite, the best, his favourite plaything.
She would do anything he asked just to be his.
She could feel his desire build in his cock.
He was close, she had come to learn his tells. How his rhythm would stutter and his throbbing would grow as his desire swelled and raged.
She knew well that he could hold it, and make her work harder and longer. It only served to make him cum harder and for longer. Exploding in or on her as he chose.
She wanted his delicious cum. She wanted to feel its thickness and its heat in her mouth and pumping down her throat.
She knew that he would time it well so that she’d just taken a breath before he climaxed, so as to have his cock down her throat as it spurted his sumptuous sticky load.
Oh god, he was close. She could feel that he wasn’t going to hold. He was going to erupt in her face and down her throat at any moment.
In her mind she was saying “Yes, yes give it to me. I have worked so hard for this. I want my reward. I want your cum. Give it to me. Let me show you what a good girl I am.”.
Suddenly he pulled back and took his cock out of her mouth and away from her.
She was a little shocked and confused.
He was literally about to cum.
She’d been a good slut.
What was wrong?
In an instant, she realised that the woman had stopped licking at her. Stopped probing and pleasuring her.
Everything became clear as she managed to look back and see and felt his torrent of hot, potent cum, hit her almost directly on her ass hole. The first shot landed and began to drip down to her pussy just as the second shot landed.
The other woman, with her hypnotic, devilish eyes, gleefully smiled as she returned to her lapping.
Lapping at her ass and pussy and devouring all of his delicious cum.
She was mortified!
Why was this woman getting her cum?
Why was this woman allowed to taste and savour the cum she had worked so hard for?
This was horribly unfair.
She hated it.
The other woman, now more hungrily than ever, lapping at her pussy and ass, using her tongue to push his cum inside her, only to lick and scoop it all out again, and swallow it!
The pleasure she felt from it was electrifying. It felt amazing.
But it was inconsequential compared to what had just happened.
She buried her head back into the pillow and began to sob.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wgkeky/her_submission_iv