“Get on cam now, ” four simple words, i’ve enjoyed often from Sir during quarantine. my phone bathed my face in light, piercing underneath my flinching eyelids. i immediately did as Sir asked, reflexively moving my phone to show all of Sir’s property to him. As was often the case now, ~~my~~ His pussy glistened a bit in the light.
“Good morning, slut,” my body jerked a little bit forward, little daggers of pleasure gnawing up and down my body. It wasn’t morning, but it was *my* morning. Sir had been waking me up in the middle of the night for our little play dates.
“Thank you Sir, how did you sleep Sir?” my familiar response, making sure to look Sir in the eyes or just below the eyes (He liked me that way). i could feel warmth spreading across my chest, like a hug during the middle of winter.
“I slept well, been thinking of things to do to you slut. Expose yourself.” Sir’s voice always carried a softness to it but one that left no room for disobedience. He didn’t need to raise his voice or invoke anger – He knew just the fear of His disappointment was all the stick i would ever need.
i moved my right hand behind my neck, modifying the position as Sir taught me in order to hold my phone – moving my left hand around showcasing the small breasts, delicate frame, and everything else that belonged to Sir now.
“Good slut, now restrain your ankles to the base of your bed and then lie facing up, putting your hands underneath your body. You are going to stay still for me.” After hearing Sir’s instructions, i moved immediately, I was getting better at this. Put my phone on the side and in the stand, to show my bed. Stuck my feet in the leather straps, and scuttled it up to rest on my ankles. Tightened them and then check for blood flow problems. Laid back and pinned my hands and wrists underneath my own body weight. It was becoming like clockwork.
“Thank you Sir, I’m ready.”
“Are you going to be a good girl and stay still for me slut?”
“Yes Sir!” i could easily free myself from my predicament, but Sir knew I would never disobey Him on purpose. i might as well have been fully suspended by ropes in the air.
Something came alive in ~~my~~ Sir’s pussy, light feather touch pulses started to strum inside of me. my eyes instinctively looked down as my body shook a little bit from surprise. This was new and how had i forgotten. Sir had had me sleep with a remote controlled vibrator inside of me. i could see the little antennae poking out just barely. The game was already rigged and by the devilish grin on Sir’s face, he knew it too.
Sir ramped up the vibrations after checking to make sure that i was going to be alright. Every time i was getting close, He knew it and stopped me just short. All i could think about was wanting Sir to let me cum. And then i could barely think at all. Sir looked like He was enjoying himself, stroking His cock, teasing me knowing how much i wanted it inside of me.
On the final round of edging, i could feel my muscles in my thighs and hips twitching over and over, trying desperately to get anything at all to fill ~~my~~ Sir’s pussy up. my hips began to buck. And right before i could cum, release was snatched away. i couldn’t stop my hips even if I wanted to but Sir knew that – it was part of the game. my hips continued to buck as i was riding the denial and lack of sensations out – like stress eating a bag of ramen after messing up an elegant meal.
“Tsk Tsk slut, what do we do with sluts who can’t control themselves with MY property?” Sir smiled warmly at me. He was going to wait till I said the words aloud.
“Sluts like me need to be reminded who has control over Sir’s property.” I managed to squeak out, nervous about what was to come.
“Who has control over Sir’s property slut?”
“Sir and only Sir.”
“I would say good girl, but I don’t think you’ve been very good have you slut?”
“No, Sir. Please punish me Sir.” my cheeks flushed pink.
“Get a few pens, and write the following exactly as I tell you to whore. I want you to write ‘Sir’s Property’ above that hungry pussy, ‘cumdumpster’ across your chest, ‘cocksucker’ right below the base of your throat, and ‘twist me’ and ‘pull me’ one under each nipple. Hurry kitten, my patience won’t last much longer.”
i quickly undid the restraints and did as i was told, taking a picture and sending it to Sir, as i knew he’d want me to.
[NSFW Picture](https://imgur.com/a/T3bfhlL)
“What are you slut?”
“I’m your property Sir. Your slave, your whore, your naughty slut, your cumdumpster, and your kitten, Sir.” i looked up at him with hope in my eyes on that last one. i knew the punishment was far from over.
“Good Girl,” my entire body quivered with joy at hearing those words from Sir. It was the nectar of the gods – only my gods were Sir and only Sir.
“Grab your dress from yesterday, don’t put it on, and please attach the leash to your collar kitten. We are going for a walk.” Sir’s voice left no room for compromise, but he knew saying ‘please’ didn’t make him weak.
i did as i was told, grabbing my just barely too short black and white polka dotted dress from yesterday (Sir liked to dress me slutty). Holding the dress in one hand in front of my pussy, while trying to cover up my tits and some of the writing with my other arm holding the phone.
“Bad slut. I want to see you…all of you. Do you not think I have the right to see my property how I want to slave?” i almost dropped the phone from how quickly i moved my arms away and fixed my posture to make the writing, ~~my~~ Sir’s pussy, and ~~my~~ His tits available for Him to see.
“That’s better slut…I hope you know that you’ll be out there longer now.”
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gr9amv/fm_a_rigged_game_with_my_sir_bdsm_body_writing