I keep a pet, She’s quite a thing
A dizzy puppet on my string
On her back, on hands and knees she let’s me use her how I please
I fuck her soft, I fuck her firm, I fuck her up, I fuck her good
She’s my little doll, my sweet marionette,
My plaything with such a sexy silhouette
My mouth knows every inch of skin, my cock knows her every hole
She’s mine at each and every whim, as her master in control
My toy stays waiting to be filled, so badly craving to be full
I plug her up and stuff inside, plunging deeper until she’s whole
Oh how I push and sink, I ram and thrust,
I go as far as to force and cram into her,
She wants it all, I meet her lust
I jam and squeeze, I press and shove til we’re obscure
I pick the parts I wish to occupy until they’re no longer hollow,
Sometimes delving deep down between those lips so she need not even swallow
Oh to see the work I make of her, I really am quite the Machiavelli
I pound her hard, I say it’s such proud work seeing my cock within her belly
She let’s me use her up until there’s nothing left
It’s so right it’s wrong, it feels almost like theft
I wind her up and take it all, all her everythings
For I’m the puppet master, the puller of the strings
Author: bitemebabyxx
Catty Girls Get Treated Like Pussy [D/s] [M/f]
You’re home from work. I know cause I heard your stomping and huffing as you set things down loudly in the kitchen.
“Hey, babe,” I holler a greeting from the couch. “How was work?”
You slam a cabinet shut as a response. I hear the glasses inside tremble and clink against one another.
“Stellar,” I think to myself.
I hear you shove a drawer closed harshly; the random utensils jostled within producing various metallic, sliding sounds adding a harshness of their own to the tune your mood is playing.
You sit down at the end of the couch with a heavy, annoyed sigh and down a third of your overpoured wine glass.
“Rough day, huh?,” I pry.
You ignore me. Cool.
I start again, “I know retail can be–”
“Don’t,” you cut me off with an attitude.
Uncalled for, but you’re clearly having a bad day so I let it slide. I don’t typically have any patience for the mini tantrum you’re throwing. Normally you know better.
Normally you’re a good girl. Sometimes you’re a playful brat. Both of them I adore. This is neither.
Your Side of the Bed [D/s] [M/f] [playing while you’re gone] [home early] [anal] [toys]
Sometimes when you’re away, I sleep on your side of the bed. It’s almost always because I miss you and something about your side of the bed just makes me feel closer to you when you’re gone. Perhaps it’s your pillow, or simply sleeping in the space you usually occupy.
Rarer times, I fall asleep there on your side spent after playing with the toys I usually have no use for because you’re here. They’re kept in the nightstand on your side of the bed.
You’re excited to sleep in your own bed and to surprise me by being home early. You imagine my happy expression in the morning when I awaken and you’re already back. You’ve just gotten home in the late hours of the night after catching a sooner flight, arriving at 1am instead of 3pm.
You quietly entered our bedroom, shoes already off to make as little noise as possible. I don’t stir, deep in sleep in the dead of the night.
You’re shining your phone’s flashlight around to maneuver about without bumping into things, obstructing a generous portion of the light with your finger to not disturb me.
When It Rains, She Pours [D/s] [M/f]
The rain picks up outside, the droplets on the windows pull together until they’re steady little winding streams. It gets louder as more and more rain falls to the ground. Soon the cohesive streams are just sheets of water rolling down the windows and splashing onto the pavement and flowerbeds beneath them.
Thunder cracks loudly after bursts of lightning branch out, illuminating the sky momentarily. You move to a large floor-length window and watch the gutters overflow, the water splashing down violently to the concrete.
I take you in as you take in the view. Comfy lounge wear, hair in a ponytail, one hand on the glass as you study the scene.
Lightning tears across dark sky, thunder immediately follows, rumbling loudly and shaking the house. You jump at it all and I smile. You startle so easily.
I join you, standing behind you and wrapping my arms around your waist.
You lean into me, “Mother Nature must be upset,” you say, “To be crying such big tears and wailing like that.”
“Who’s to say she’s upset?,” I ask, kissing your neck and adding before you can answer, “Maybe she’s aroused.”
Do Not Open Before Christmas [D/s] [M/f] [denial]
We’re wrapping Christmas gifts for family and friends while holiday music plays in the background. It’s three nights before Christmas and there’s a decent sized pile of gifts ready to go at the end of the table. Yours all look immaculate, as if professionally done, meanwhile mine are mostly going into gift bags at this point since thrice now you’ve taken over my elementary-school-esque attempts while I was wrapping gifts in paper.
“You know,” I say with sass in my voice and a candy cane tucked into my cheek, “Santa doesn’t like show-offs.” I nod at your perfect packages.
“Hah, and your attempts at wrapping presents is liable to put you on the naughty list permanently,” you jest back at me.
“They weren’t *that* bad,” I say and get up to top off our wine glasses while “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” plays.
You pull me into your lap as soon as I set the wine bottle back down. I squeal and laugh at the unexpected gesture. You smile and pick up a ribbon. You delicately tie it in a bow around my wrist.
Ask Nicely for What You Want [D/s] [M/f] [teasing]
“I need it,” I whimper pitifully, squirming beneath you. Your hot tongue and lips leave my throat briefly to respond; your body on top of mine, pinning me down to the mattress.
“Ask nicely,” you say. I hear the smile in your tone without seeing your face.
I don’t *want* to ask nicely. And the smile in your voice tells me you expect that. I hate that you’re right.
You’ve been teasing me like we’re in high school– Touching me everywhere, though we’re both still fully clothed– Long minutes of indirect touch over and through varying fabrics.
It’s driving me crazy. My chest is now red, and my panties are wet. I want to feel your skin on mine, and your cock buried within me. I ache for it.
You hand slips beneath my top, and roams to my breasts. You squeeze harshly over my bra. “Off with this,” you say, nibbling along my neck. I slip out of it quickly and go to take off my top immediately after.
“I didn’t tell you to remove that just yet,” you say sternly, your fingertips clamping roughly around my right nipple.
You’ll Take Two – PART 2 to You’ll Take It [D/s] [M/f] [finger fuck] [anal play] [cunnilingus]
“Sugar?,” You shout from the kitchen.
“I’ll take two,” I shout back while undressing.
“Oh yes you will,” you holler back, a dangerous smirk in your voice.
I gulp, feeling the sharp pain that flares when I do so, wondering what you have in store for me.
… PART 2
I’m suddenly anxious in a thrilled way. I rarely know what your devious mind is up to. You’re always so calculated and deliberate, yet immediately adaptable. It’s impossible to know if you spend hours piecing together your plans or if you just come up with them instantly. Surely you couldn’t have planned this evening’s events to play out this way. Or maybe you always prepare for all scenarios. Maybe you would have celebratorily fucked me when I got home if I had had great news from work instead?
There’s no telling with you. It drives me crazy; your exhilarating ways. I’ve hurried out of my work attire– my heels, my black pencil skirt, my silky ivory blouse, my nude bra. I’ve left the one piece you told me to keep on, my panties. They cling to my lips from my excitement. I swallow hard thinking about it, and my throat aches tremendously from the fucking you just gave it.
Take It [M/f] [D/s] [face fuck]
I walk in from the garage, home from work after a day of presenting some much needed changes to our business plan to stay relevant and keep up with the competition. I’m normally careful with the door, but it slams hard behind me.
The meeting went well, my research and presentation were truly great, but the management team are a bunch of good old boys who are stuck in their ways.
I don’t think they’ll be approving the business plan, at least not all of it. And we really need it to maintain and continue growing as a company.
It’s frustrating being the expert in something for it to all fall on deaf ears and the excuse of “we’ve always done it this way”.
I set my purse down on the counter and start making a cup of tea.
I hear you join me in the kitchen, leaving your home office to welcome me home.
I don’t turn away from the electric kettle. I’m frustrated and annoyed and mad. Not at you, but I don’t want to bother you with it all.
An Oral Fixation [D/s] [M/f] [short]
You adore having my cock in your mouth, parting your lips eagerly for it and sliding the tip and flat of your tongue over and along it.
You crave something in your mouth, and you don’t even know it. Sure, you beg for it and pout when denied the pleasure of something between those pretty little lips. But do you realize this need you have? Are you aware of it? This obsession that plays out so many times a day without you ever giving it any thought?
You enjoy few things more than having your mouth full or used, my little orally fixated pet.
You give off subtle clues that hint at your strong desire for oral stimulation– Not so obvious ways in which you subconsciously keep your lovely mouth stimulated.
Like how you are constantly chewing on the insides of your cheeks or the inside of your lower lip. You often bite the centers or far corners of your luscious lips.
Whether home or out, you always seek out a straw for your drinks (and often carry a reusable one with you just in case). Just so you have something to suck on, something you can bring to your lips– though you surely don’t mind being the one to bring your lips to things. But are you even conscious of this?
You’re so mean to me [M/f] [D/s] [edging]
“You’re so mean to me,” I cry out desperately. You’re fucking me while I’m on my back so you can see my face. You watch my glazed over eyes, my mouth open in a little “O” that grows and shrinks with my moans. You watch me lost in lust; listening to my sounds– my louder, needier moans and harder, faster breaths all giving away when I am on the edge of cumming.
You are so mean to me.
I’m shaking my head in disbelief that you’d stop and take it away. It was right there. I was RIGHT there. One more thrust of you inside me was all I needed to reach that peak, and you just stopped.
You are so mean to me.
You’re staring at me, taking in my immediate let down from the brink of orgasm; still inside me, but not moving. “You didn’t ask,” you say watching me pout needily.
I groan, mad at myself, but madder at you. “Okay,” I say breathily. “I’ll ask!”
At that, you continue pounding into that spot, the one that gets me every time. It builds back up, and so do all my telltale signs.