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His cock was dripping, his eyes crying. My sweet little fuck toy. My absolute darling. My sweet slut. He arrived at a quarter after 9 this morning, simply for breakfast of eyes and fat sausages. My sweet whore seemed so squirmy the whole time. It made me giggle. After I fed him, and we chatted and smiled over steaming coffee, I led him into the living room.
Up on the my massage table he went. I had him strapped down, unable to move in a matter of seconds. With my favorite butterfly knife, I cut away his jeans. I cut away his shirt. He was whimpering by now, and anticipation. His cock was hard, throbbing. As I cut away his boxers, I grinned. I produced the simple silver key to his little Chastity cage from between my supple tits.
I hadn’t unlocked him in well over a month. He hadn’t cum since Christmas. My bald, young pussy was slick and hot. I loved torturing him. Off came his cage, and in went the ball gag. He could beg later, when I was done toying with him. I stroked him slowly, my hand sliding up and down his cock. His cockhead was nice and purple, and his balls looked ready to burst.
Already, I slowed down. I intended edge him, tease and denial, for hours. After listening to his muffled begging, I grew bored of this game. I straddled him on the table, sliding my tight cunt down right over his cock. “Don’t cum, baby.” I laughed as he exploded inside of me. “Looks like you need punished.” I climbed up, removed his ball bag, and lowered my hips over his face.
My cunny was dripping his cum all over. He lapped it up, grateful. I laughed again. He was so pathetic, my beloved toy. I set him on an impossible task. “You have 30 seconds to make me cum, or your cock won’t come out until Halloween.” Needless to say, he had four and a half months of hell waiting for him. Who cares? I love every moment of his torment. He belongs to me.
You called me up yesterday, but I just watched the phone ring. So, my sweet slut, you jumped in your car, and drove down to the diner right where you thought that I was. And there I was indeed, sitting in a pair of sunglasses you’ve never seen before. In a sexy little red dress, teasing the life out of anyone who even looked at me.
I was seated next to a man that you didn’t know. I know that makes your cock hard, thinking of me with another man. You filthy cuck, aren’t you? Knowing that I’m out, taking loads full of cum from him? It set your blood on fire. What can I say? I’m a little troublemaker. If you aren’t putting out at home, sissy boy, I’ll go and take exactly what I need from wherever I need to. No man stands in my way, not even you, slave. Mistress does what Mistress pleases.
But that’s why you’re with me, isn’t it? Anything to feel my love. Anything for me to exert my will over you. You would give anything from you to stroke your little cock, to dominate you. Nothing makes you harder, nothing makes your cock ache like the idea of letting me take complete control over you. Do you remember what I said to you? You stood there, cock straining against your jeans, tears in your eyes. I gave you a sweet little smile, fingering myself under the table; with a wink, I offer you this. “I’ll see you when I get home, slut.”