Lollipop [Mf][bdsm] | 2016

Though it may seem like I’m constantly in a submissive headspace, I can maintain my focus and composure in a vanilla setting. But a single text message with instructions to write on my body or masturbate in public sends me into a trance.

I’m on my way to a social event and He sends a message outlining His expectations for later that evening, expectations I will have to meet in order to please Him. I’m instructed to: look gorgeous in a sexy outfit, have His favorite beer ready, draw four hearts on my body where I want Him to leave His marks, and of course, insert my glass butt plug.

Check, check, check, and check.

I dash in and out of my social event, leaving just in time to shower and get ready for Him. He arrives earlier than expected and I eagerly run out to greet Him. I’m dying to kiss him, but with one stern look He signals that I best control myself. My eyes are glued to the long box tucked under His arms, not knowing what was inside His latest shipment from the Stockroom. When we finally reach my bedroom I immediately remove my dress to reveal my outfit--my body draped in a corset, lace panties, and fishnet stockings.

I’m so ready for Him. He teases me with an approving smile and ignores me to slowly open His new box of toys. “And you were worried I didn’t have my toy bag,” He growls into my ear as He binds my wrists behind my back with His new leather straps.

He moves away from me to enjoy His already poured beer with a look of satisfaction that makes me want Him more than ever.

He continues to withhold His touch and His kisses; I am helpless.

Though He is only steps away, the distance feels infinite and it takes all my willpower to stay in place. I long for His kisses and the way He completely devours me. His hot breath, warm tongue, and gentle bites all feed my desire for Him. But tonight, He withholds his touch, dangling the promise of a kiss.

Instead, he unwraps a Tootsie pop and inserts it into His mouth. I’m fixated and absolutely envious of that candy. By the time He holds it to my mouth, I’ve completely melted. Candy has never tasted so good. I get tiny tastes of Him, enough to make me beg for more.

Per His request, I’d drawn four hearts on my body where I wanted Him to leave His marks. He attacks the first two with His fingers and His Mouth. He presses His index finger on the inside of my arm. I try to move forward to get to His lips but He overpowers me with just one finger. He has me exactly how He wants me. When He slowly traces His fingertips across my chest, they feel like feathers, tickling their way until I gasp out loud as He plants His mouth over the second mark, the one closest to my heart. He takes a bite out of my skin and I whimper uncontrollably. His unshaven face scrapes its way across my skin, a prickly sensation that contrasts with the softness of His tongue but complements the hardness of His bite. When He pulls away, I just want more. Instead, He shoves me into the bed, exposing my bare ass.

“What the fuck, zoey… where’s your plug?” He had arrived earlier than expected but that wasn’t an acceptable excuse.

He orders me to keep my head down as He traces His fingers slowly down my back and I’m absolutely breathless. Suddenly, an unfamiliar coldness slides along my back. He rolls it against my ass and I finally relax knowing that His new cane was making its debut. I wiggle my ass at Him, He presses firmly against the small of my back. The first strike warms me immediately. “Please Sir, more. Please, more…”

He rolls the cane down my ass cheeks, thighs, behind the knees, and calves. Then He strikes my right cheek again and again, harder each time as I moan into the bed. My stillness allowed me to feel each hit more intensely sending ripples through me. “I think I like the new cane,” I confess, trying to not expose that it’s my new favorite. The thick stem makes me feel everything much deeper as each blow travels through my body. He uses His fingers to check my wetness and of course I’m drenched. How could I not be? He grabs me by the hair, pulls me up to face Him, shoves His wet fingers into my mouth, and finally kisses me.

When my wrists are finally freed, I ask for permission to serve Him with my mouth. After weeks of training, I can easily take Him inside my throat. He forces me to hold it deep, encouraging me to find a way to breathe even with a big cock down my throat.

I look up at Him as tears well in my eyes. He doesn’t seem to care that I’m struggling. When the tears fall down my cheek, He drops to the floor with me against the foot of the bed (His cock never leaving my mouth).

My thighs are spread wide and I hold myself up in a reverse table-top position. He slams His cock inside me and I almost cum immediately. He reminds me that I need a cock in my throat to get this wet, that using my whore mouth makes Him rock hard and ready to pound me, that this is how I need to take His cock.

He slaps my left cheek hard. “I love You, Daddy” and He stops mid thrust. I was so close to cumming that I completely confused left from right. He berates me and continues slapping my left cheek, His cock inches away from my dripping pussy. “Thank You, Daddy,” I repeat to Him immediately. He’s outraged and forces me to repeat my mantra. “How do you serve me, whore?”

In tears, I carefully declare, “With Desire…” He thrusts His cock deep and slowly pulls out again. “Devotion…” and another deep thrust. “O-bed…” before I could even finish saying the word, He continues to slap my left cheek. “Obedience, whore! You need to obey me.” His repeated slaps and His cock barely touching me are enough to put me over the edge. “Gratitude…” He continues to fuck me one powerful deep thrust at a time. He strikes me hard on my left cheek. “THANK YOU, DADDY!” I look up at Him, begging for permission to cum. “And love… Daddy, please, I love you, please, may I please cum for you?” He nods as He continues fucking me deep and hard.

Simply reciting my mantra has become orgasmic for me. Each syllable takes my breath away and when He forces me to take the full length of His perfect cock, He claims my pussy as His. Each forceful deep fuck reminds me that I’m His. The feeling of fullness lingers when He pulls away and I crave more until I finally cum for Him. When I beg, it’s because I’m hungry for Him and when He permits me to do so, I know that I will never cum as hard as I do with Him.