Pre-Birthday Party

don't you mean humiliate you?

yes

and?

when my nails are dry, you move my hands behind my back, cuff them, and tell me to stand. you tell me that i have been an acceptable slave for the week and that i have earned both reward and punishment. the reward is that i am to come. quickly. you sit on the edge of the bed, wrap your lips around me and begin to stroke me with one hand, the other pinching my ass. my dream is to have your mouth for an hour or two but i know that will never happen. i am your bitch and i need to come to fast.

you stop and ask if i am close. of course i am. you ask if i want to come. of course i do. you ask if i will do anything in order to come. i say yes. you tell me this isn't a game that stops after i spurt. that's when it starts. i say i understand. you ask if i am sure. i say i am.

then you tell me to ask you, please, to let you come.

you make me downright beg and promise again and again that i will do everything and anything for you.

finally i explode

like you want to do right now?

yes

where?

in your mouth on your tits into a martini glass, it doesn't matter.

because ...?

because when i come, you will feed it all back to me. using the leash and my nipples and grabbing my hair. every single drop is cleaned up. the whole time you tell me what a good little slave i am, how good i look dressed like a slut, how turned on you are that i do these things for you. you do it fast, while i am still lost in my orgasmic high.

then, before i can come down from that high, you put my cock right back into my panties, tell me to kneel on the floor and send me back to the dream of your sweet wetness. the porn video is playing in the background but we haven't watched any of it. for an hour i am down where i love to be. you tell me stories. the stories you love and the stories you know i love. and you ride me ride me ride me. you paint my face with your wetness. you paint my soul until finally you are so close so close so close ... but you don't come