It starts mid-morning, when he’s away from home and in the middle of work. The one piece of control he’s allowed. A text to me, “good morning, Madame,” and the game has begun.
Already, I’m feeling a slow warm spread down my body and between my legs. “Good morning, slut.” I reply.
While I’m working from home, with all the time in the world to play with myself, he’s still considered “essential” and must report to his office. The same office where he performs his alpha style job, surrounded by men doing manual labor. What they don’t know, is that he slipped out to his truck to retrieve his lace thong to wear around the rest of the day.
For the next few hours, I tease, using my words to get his mind going, telling him how I’d use my body to bring him to the edge, making him tell me how he wants to worship my body, how badly he wants to taste me, admitting how humiliated he is by the things he wants to do for me, making his little cock grow in his lace that he desires to wear for me.
I send him pictures of my tits, videos of me licking my toys clean after his desire has made me cum. He begs to hear me, and I call him while I continue to finger my soaking wet pussy, bringing myself closer to the edge again. He isn’t speaking on the other end of the line, only listening as he sits in his office. I’m moaning, imagining his tongue on my clit. I hear him clear his throat, and I know my noises are getting to him.
“You’re such a sissy, you know that right? Your little dick is straining under that lace, listening to me playing with my pussy. You’re wearing that lace because you want to, because you’re such a sissy. You’re so pathetic. I only use you for your mouth.”
He’s gasping, his breathing getting deeper and more ragged as I continue.
“I’m the only one who can make that dick grow. You’re such a slut for me, you want to suck a cock for me don’t you?”
A deeper, more strangled breath is his response.
“Imagine if all those men in your office learned you were wearing a thong right now, how humiliated you’d be. They’d think you were such a sissy. I’d come let them fuck me while you sat in your thong and watched.”
He’s panting now, I know his cock is straining against the lace. I know the blood is rushing to his balls, throbbing against his member as he’s so confined in my panties.
“Come taste me after work, slut.” And I hang up.
Within 20 minutes, I have a text.
“Madame, did you really want me to come over?”
I let it sit there for 5 minutes. “Madame?” He eagerly asks again.
“Yes.” I reply simply. Then I hear a knock, he’s already at my door. I had anticipated this, and I answer in just my leggings and bra.
“Sit the fuck down,” I say, pointing to the couch as I watch his jaw drop, he never tires of the view.
I straddle his leg, slowly grinding my pussy against him as I remove my bra, and pull his face onto my tit, feeling him eagerly suck my nipple into his mouth and latch on. I begin rubbing his bulge through his pants, and I feel him moan against my chest.
I continue to rub him as he sucks and bites my breast, and then I move to unbuckle his pants. He stops and looks at me, hunger for release in his eyes.
“Did I say you could stop?” I ask as I continue to unzip his pants, moving my hand through his briefs to find the lace underneath, and shoving his head back into my chest.
He moans again with his mouth latched onto my nipple, eagerly biting as I grasp his throbbing cock through the lace.
“What a fucking slut. Look at this pulsing cock, getting harder with my magic touch. I own this dick, do you understand?”
“Yes, Madame!” He grunts, still with my breast against his mouth, licking every inch and trying to leave a mark on me.
With that, I pull him back by his hair, look him in the eye, and with one hand stroking his lace covered member, I grasp him by the chin, and remind him he was supposed to leave a mark on me the last time. As a punishment, I slap him across the face while I tightly grasp his cock. His eyes light up. “Stand up slut, I want you to cum for me.”
I know I should punish him more, but greedily, I love his cum and his release. I pull his lace to the side and spit on his dick, grasp his balls tightly in my hand, and then look up at him saying, “this is my cock, it cums when I say it does,” before I take his full length in my mouth, moaning and gagging as I move up and down, sucking him out and in.
He’s breathing heavily, moaning and panting as I work his juicy cock. (I hate belittling it because I do love it so much, but turning him on by doing so makes him throb even harder for me). I slide my hand from base to tip then suck his balls into my mouth, smacking his ass to hear him curse, “fuck, Madame!” And feel his body tense up and start to twitch—he is close.
“Cum for me, slut.” And I swirl my tongue around his head, sucking him deeply once more before sitting back on my knees with my tits and tongue out.
He jerks one time, and then unleashes the biggest load of his hot cum over me, aiming for my mouth but there’s so much it goes down my chin and over my swollen chest. He’s unloading days worth of cum, unable to be fucked or find release at home, and I’m smiling as his eyes roll back in his head watching him do so.
“Good boy,” I say as he finishes, and I suck his head a few times, cleaning him off so I can taste just a bit of his release. I stand, pull him close by his beard and kiss him deeply—giving him the smallest taste of his big finish.
“Now, get the fuck out.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fqx8q7/edging_releasing_madames_slut_during_self