Her New Room, Part 8 (fdom) (bdsm) (real) (F34/M41)

When her alarm sounded at 4am, she was already pretty much awake, she didn’t want even a minute to go to waste. She put on a shiny black dress that she bought specifically for play. It was one of those things that when she put it on, she felt like she became someone else. She looked in the mirror and admired what stood before her. She never thought she’d have the confidence to dress and feel the way she did right now. She ran her hands down her sides, over her hips to her thighs, smoothing out the dress as they touched her body; she was ready to go downstairs.

She walked down the steps, through her office and behind the bookcase. She flipped on all of the lights, and her prisoner didn’t budge – the hood was working perfectly. She knew exactly how she wanted to start that day, and no one could tell her otherwise. It was her house, her play space and her slave, and she was going to use it all in a way to make herself happy. She walked over and opened the cell door, using her bare foot to tap him and stir him awake. She reached down, unlocked the hood and loosened everywhere it was fastened, then yanked it off his head. As she did, she wrapped her other hand loosely around his cock; she intended to feel it grow.

Initially, the light was overpowering and blinding, but as his eyes focused, he saw her in front him. She knew his eyes were focusing on her as she felt his dick fill her hand and then become more rock hard than she thought she’d ever felt. “You like what you see slut?” She reached down with her other hand and cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. “The nice thing about having a slut I keep down here is doing what I want, when I want. You have no idea what is going on outside of these four walls, and that is how I like it.” As she was talking she had positioned herself now straddling her lying victim, as she felt the sexiness of the black play sheets she had put on the cell bed under her knees, she patted herself on the back for thinking of everything.

Her pussy was now dripping wet and he hadn’t even put a finger on her yet. She took three fingers and reached under her dress. Without hesitation, she shoved all three fingers in his mouth, hard. He seemed to have his tongue ready to lick them, instead his mouth was filled and he was gagging. He could taste her juices all over his mouth because her covered hand explored everywhere. “You know you love it slut,” she positioned herself perfectly and lowered herself onto his cock. It instantly filled her up. She felt every part of his perfect cock; it was like it was made just to please her. She lifted and lowered herself several times before slowing down a bit and then sliding herself off. “I want to enjoy this for a while, if you can bring me to the edge this quickly, I may even have to let you cum,” she smiled and slapped the head of his sensitive cock. She reached down and picked something off the bed, it was a thick black collar. “When we are down here, you will always wear this, no exceptions.” She unbuckled the gold buckle and brought it close to his neck. As she did, he could make out the engraving on the small gold plate. ‘Property of The Goddess Lori.” He had never heard her refer to herself in those terms before, sure he always referred to her as ‘Goddess’ but he loved the fact that she thought of herself that way. Not to mention the fact it referred to him as property – this drove him wild. She buckled it around his neck, just tight enough so he never forgot it was there. She leaned back and admired her work.

With three fingers on one hand now gripping the collar, she once again lowered herself onto his cock stopping when it filled her all the way up. She felt his balls resting against her clit. “I’m changing the rules a little bit. You can decide when you cum this time, no need to ask me.” She knew this wasn’t a reward for him, she knew it would cause as much torture and agony as any of the whippings from last night. With that she started bucking her hips against him and he pushed back. They were perfectly in sync before long, he asked, “May I cum for you Goddess.” She broke the rhythm, reached back and slapped him across the face. “When you think you should cum, cum; I already told you that.” Their perfect fucking rhythm was back quickly. As he reached the edge again, he did everything in his power to pull back, all while she kept the same rhythm going. He was edging himself, and it was pure torture, just as she had hoped. Those five little words of ‘you decide when you cum,’ that sounded like a reward were actually five words of complete torture. After having to hold himself back several times, he saw the way her lip twisted between her teeth, and how her eyes glossed over. She was finally close to the edge, as she continued to buck her hips against him, he finally let go. Feeling his cum fill her up was just the push she needed to go over the edge. She completely let herself go.

Her mind was completely focused on that one moment and enjoying this one feeling instead of constantly flashing between what she had planned next and what had already happened – that made the orgasm so much more intense. As she finished, she gently slid off his cock. “You know what’s next slut,” she said as she lifted the front of her dress. “Clean me.” She brought herself up to the top of the bed and lowered herself onto his face, rubbing her pussy and their mess all over him. “We have a busy day, I think you want my pussy to be nice and clean, don’t you?” She asked playfully, but ground it harder against him at the same time; his tongue and mouth were bringing her right back to the edge and she wasn’t going to let that go to waste. As he felt her change in purpose, he worked his tongue differently, pushing her past the edge by flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. He felt her tense up and then completely relax, for a moment, smothering him with her entire body. “If you keep doing that, you’re never going to finish cleaning me up,” she said in a very playful tone before standing up leaving him lying there. “I am going to take away one distraction for today,” she said as she picked up something from a table. It was a small black leather bag with a lock on it. “I know how much you like leather,” she unlocked the lock and put his cock and balls inside the bag, locking it around the base of his cock and balls. “This didn’t seem practical to have you wear out, but when you’re my prisoner here, it seems just perfect. Stop touching! I have so much more planned for us.”

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