Teasing
I’m on top of you, 69 style. The remnants of my luscious seed and my saliva acting as a lubricant between or warm skins. No, you have to lie absolutely still, no movement allowed. I know you’re craving for my gorgeous cock inside your wet cleavage, but not now. You have to learn to control your lusts. Because the Master is the only one who has control over your bodily functions, your desires, your needs.
Now spread your legs, but don’t bend your knees. You have to stay absolutely flat on the floor. Good girl, I know you can do that. I see that you’ve shaved well, that’s the way the Master likes it, freshly shaved, smooth. Yes I can see you’re hot, you’re dripping and your lips are widely parted, your pleasure knob erect, waiting for some stimulation.
But I don’t want to give it to you, not yet. I want you to scream out, to beg me to have an orgasm. And if you do, I’ll stop, not allowing you to come, because I decide whether you’ll come or not, not you. You’re just a nothing, a slave girl, horny but not in command.
Now I strike your moist lips, back and forth, without penetrating you, because that is what you want. Slowly my finger circles your clit, your hips shivering, your muscles contracting. You want me so much, but no, not yet.
I’ll circle my tongue round your warm opening, resting on that pink hard lump, slowly pushing. My fingers on your inner lips, also circling, wet with your fluids. Ah, you taste great today, dipping my fingers in your juices again and licking them.
The Master loves to taste his Pretty Little Bitch, his obedient slave girl. What, do I see a little contraction indicating an oncoming orgasm?
You bitch, I told you not to come. Yes, I’ll stop, leaving you more wanting wet and horny then before.
OK, I see it has subsided, so I’ll start again. The Master is going to make you wild, screaming to come, teasing you for a long time, until I decide it has been enough. And when I do, you still can’t have an orgasm. That’s my punishment for you this day.
Yes, scream that you want me to fuck you, but I will not, not today.
You have to learn to behave.
Now spread your legs, but don’t bend your knees. You have to stay absolutely flat on the floor. Good girl, I know you can do that. I see that you’ve shaved well, that’s the way the Master likes it, freshly shaved, smooth. Yes I can see you’re hot, you’re dripping and your lips are widely parted, your pleasure knob erect, waiting for some stimulation.
But I don’t want to give it to you, not yet. I want you to scream out, to beg me to have an orgasm. And if you do, I’ll stop, not allowing you to come, because I decide whether you’ll come or not, not you. You’re just a nothing, a slave girl, horny but not in command.
Now I strike your moist lips, back and forth, without penetrating you, because that is what you want. Slowly my finger circles your clit, your hips shivering, your muscles contracting. You want me so much, but no, not yet.
I’ll circle my tongue round your warm opening, resting on that pink hard lump, slowly pushing. My fingers on your inner lips, also circling, wet with your fluids. Ah, you taste great today, dipping my fingers in your juices again and licking them.
The Master loves to taste his Pretty Little Bitch, his obedient slave girl. What, do I see a little contraction indicating an oncoming orgasm?
You bitch, I told you not to come. Yes, I’ll stop, leaving you more wanting wet and horny then before.
OK, I see it has subsided, so I’ll start again. The Master is going to make you wild, screaming to come, teasing you for a long time, until I decide it has been enough. And when I do, you still can’t have an orgasm. That’s my punishment for you this day.
Yes, scream that you want me to fuck you, but I will not, not today.
You have to learn to behave.
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