Just Another Day…

‘I just think you should have my cock inside of you at all times. In fact, I think you should take my cock into your mouth and when I come, you should rub my come all over your face.’

It was said so simply, but those words sent a shiver through me. I close my eyes and imagine. To feel so totally filled, and to have his mark of ownership drying on my skin. I can feel my arousal rising.

‘Edge!’ You command me. Instantly, I can feel something clench low and inside of me. My breathing speeds up, my mouth goes dry. I can feel myself just on the verge of my orgasm.

‘Ooooh, yes, Sir, that feels so good. Right there.’ I am just about there, but not quite. My whole body primed for release. I hover there, right on the brink.

’Feel the clothespegs on your nipples?’ Do I ever! That pinching, the gentle pull on my nipple each time I move, each time my body shifts. But I know, this, this is nothing compared to the pain and pure pleasure that will coarse through my body when those clothespegs are released. I respond with a gentle mmmhhhhmm of my own. I can see his smile.

‘And the ginger, slut? The ginger in your ass. Can you feel that?’ Are you fricking kidding me! The thought buzzes through my brain but I thankfully manage not to let those words come spewing out of my mouth. The consequences could be dire.

‘Yes, yes Sir. I can feel it. It fills up my ass and the burning, Sir. How it burns!’ Each minute, the heat level rises and each time it rises, my arousal escalates with it.

One word. That’s all he says. ‘Beg.’ With that one word, my brain scrambles, it tries to grab on to words but they seem to be flying out of my brain too quickly for me to take hold. I close my eyes and try to focus. To just try to say anything as my need shoots ever upward.

‘Oh good Lord, Sir. Please! Please! Oooh it’s so good. So good, Sir. Please. May I? I want. I want. I need. Please, Sir.’ My words tumble from my mouth. Barely making sense. I know I need to hold off until he says. I try so hard, but I can feel that pressure mounting, as I start to lose control of my body as it becomes of thing of sensation and pleasure.

‘It’s good to want, you greedy little whore.’

“Yes, yes, Sir! I know it is! I know! It’s good to want, Sir, but please, please, I’m so close. So very close. Please!’ I beg with all of my heart. This waiting, just there, on the edge is making my brain go into meltdown.

’5. 4.‘ He starts counting down. I know it‘s not long now. My body is primed, ready to explode as soon as I hear the word. I can hear the whimpering coming out of my mouth. Where’s the three? Where’s the bleedin’ three? Time seems to stretch on. I can hear myself screaming inside of my head. Say it! Say it you bastard. Three! Fucking three!

’3. Can you still feel that ginger in your asshole? Is it still burning? Or have you forgotten all about it?’ I scream in frustration as my fist slams down. Abruptly, I am reminded of the clothespegs on my nipples. Oh the pain! The sweet, sweet pain.The burning is driving me crazy as it permeates my entire body. Any lame attempt at coherency is gone. Utterly and completely. ‘Best put something in your mouth before you scream.’ I grab the nearest thing to hand and shove it into my mouth. ‘2. 1. Come for me, cunt!’ As his words reach me, I let loose the tight hold I had on my body as all of that pent up arousal ripped through my body.

A muffled scream emits from my mouth as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. My back arches and my whole body pushes against the air as if possessed. ‘Aaaahh! Oh fuck! Yea! Yes! Oh hell yes! It still burns, Sir. It still burns! Again please, Sir, again.’

’What a greedy bitch you are.’ I can hear the chuckle in his voice. ‘Take my cum! Take it on your face. Does it burn your eyes? Burning eyes. Burning cunt, burning ass. Come for me you insatiable slut.’ My whole body releases. I thrash and feel my head rocking back and forth, my whole body straining as if it’s being held back by something but it’s just one small death after another. Every inch of me thrumming. I can feel the blood being pumped around my body. I feel as if I can feel everything in the room as it takes up space around me. I swear I can feel every molecule brushing against my skin, gentle as a whisper.

‘Please, please, Sir, may I rub your cum all over my face and breasts, Sir?’ I pant as I try to catch my breath.

‘Absolutely, and if it accidentally makes you cum, you can't help it because you’re a filthy animal, meant for fucking, and you can't stop cumming while you're being hurt and degraded.’

‘Yes! Yes! Yes I am! I love the pain. I am a greedy whore and slut. I want it all. I do. I want to feel every orifice filled. To have you spread all over my body, Sir.’

‘You are. You're not really yourself unless you've got cocks in you. I think you need some cunt in your mouth as well, don’t you? And are you wet my little slut?’

I plead him, ‘yes! Yes, I do! It’s been so long! I am dripping wet, Sir. It’s how you like me. It’s how I like me. I could do with a mouthful. Male, female whichever. Let me show you the skills I have that will make you proud to own me.’

’I'll stop calling you a fucking semihuman slut whose brain is in her cunt and empty mouth if it doesn't turn you on, but it does turn you on doesn’t it?

‘Yes, yes sir it does.’

‘Come for me slut!’ As if flipping a switch, my whole body tenses and I scream as yet another climax slams my brain to the side and I throw my knees out open wide and push my soaking wet cunt into the air as my cum comes spurting out of me. I can’t hold a thought. I can’t make a word. I just scream in pure ecstasy. ‘You know, I’d let my other slave lick you, but I don't want the poor girl to drown in that flash flood you have down there. You utterly filthy fuckpick.’

I swallow hard, trying to get some moisture in my mouth so I might have a chance at speaking. ‘It’s one of the things you value about me, Sir.’ I hear him laugh. ‘So very true. I adore and cherish you. How are you feeling my property?’

’Content, Sir, very content.’