This Amount Of Restriction Is Interesting To Me But I Really Don’t Like Hands Behind The Back. I Just

I already know I’m yours. Still, you should prove it to me 🐯

Feeling extremely possessive today. You’re mine and I want you to know it.

my perspective

You had me on my knees, chest exposed, arms raised to my head. For a while I thought you would deny me the enjoyment of sucking your cock, and instead choose to keep me kneeling there just for your visual enjoyment. And for a moment I couldn’t tell what would arouse me more: being your fuck toy or being your very own work of art. But as I grew wet at the thought of you fucking my mouth, it became clear to me which option I wanted more.  

When you undid your pants, I felt the instinct to bring my hands down but quickly stopped myself. Wanting to use my hands to touch you while I sucked your cock but not being able to had me dripping. You placed no physical restrictions on my body and yet I was incapable of moving simply because you demanded it. The thought of how submissive I could become for you had me on the edge of orgasm without even being touched. 

The lack of my hands forced me to get creative. I had become so accustomed to a specific set of motions but I had been pulled out of my element. Initially I felt awkward. I thought my movements were jerky and lacking in rhythm. But I adjusted and began to lose myself in the feeling of your cock sliding against my tongue. I realized that without my hands, the moisture of my saliva could collect. The effect was a slippery silkiness that had me aching. I experimentally licked the length of your shaft and reveled in the way it made you shudder. You told me to do it more and the thought of pleasing you made me ravenous. I followed your directions without question for as long as you wanted it.  

But you stopped me to go close the curtain for additional privacy and I foolishly let my hands drop, thinking that the mood had broken. But you turned around and reminded me of my place with a simple “why  did you drop your arms?” My wetness had dropped to my inner thighs by that point. The thought of having broken a rule that could warrant punishment excited me. You eventually let me drop my hands and I had them placed on my thighs. Somewhere in the midst of all this I had the thought of moving my hand to touch myself. I wanted to. I almost ached with how badly I needed to be touched. But I knew I couldn’t. You hadn’t allowed it and i knew better than to do something without your permission. 

I don’t know how it happened but I found myself on my hands and knees. I can’t remember if you verbally told me to get in the position or if you physically put me in it. Either way I was thrilled. With each smack I got closer to orgasm. This is what I had always wanted. To be punished and degraded for some infraction. I lost myself in the number of spanks and a part of me wishes you had asked me to count them. I don’t think I would’ve been able to. Some part of my brain registered the wanton moans i released with every spank and a small part of my brain was concerned about someone hearing. Somehow the thought of people hearing you reduce me to a moaning whimpering mess only made me more aroused. I remember you telling me to look ahead and I realized that I had dropped my head inadvertently. When you grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand I wondered if you would use your other to force your fingers into my mouth. I would’ve sucked automatically. Instead you leaned into my ear and whispered the most erotic things. I have never come without being touched but I wondered if those would be the words that finally made it happen. 

You brought me up off my hands and moved over to your chair. You invited me to kneel before you and suck your cock again. The thing I had always wanted. The position I wanted more than anything for so long. To be your desk pet. To lay at your feet pleasuring you until you told me to stop. The experience lived up to my every expectation. Everything in my brain had quieted. The singular thought was you and making you cum. Even when you did, I couldn’t help but keep my mouth entirely wrapped around your cock. A part of me hoped you would just let me be your cock warmer for a bit longer, but I knew the moment was over. 

I got up from my knees ready to lay next to you while I replayed the interaction in my head. I knew that in my haze of lust, I would forget details and I had the thought of asking you to write about it. Something I could reread and bring myself to orgasm over.   

But you began touching me. I was shocked and it must’ve shown because you said “I know what you’re thinking. I came so it must be over.” I nodded dumbly because I had been thinking exactly that but you clearly had other plans. Your hand moved to my underwear and gave the band a quick tug. “Off.” I’ve always loved that. With one simple word I just expose myself so fully to you without a second thought. All thoughts of modesty completely gone. You trace a finger up my slit, gathering up my wetness which you use to circle my clit. In an instant I’m coming. Once. Twice. Probably a third fourth and fifth if you let me. I’m always lost when you make me come. Completely reduced to incoherent begging. As I come down from my lust haze I know for sure that I’ll forget these details and so I ask “I know it’s a lot of work but could you write about this?” You give me a smile and a quick kiss on the nose, almost as if my request is childlike. As you agree and take me in your arms again my heart is warm and I’m complete. 

Your tongue can only reach so far. I want to taste the smoke and feel its heat as it fills the rest of the space in my mouth.

Dinner is served

🥵

“I’m so proud of you, baby. Look at my dirty girl getting off by just humping Daddy’s thigh. No, no, no, don’t turn away from me. There is no reason to be embarrassed; keep those gorgeous eyes right on me. That’s my good girl, just like that. Daddy really has turned you into such a dirty little toy, hasn’t he? Just look at you, precious. Completely naked on Daddy’s thigh, rubbing your needy little cunt till you get off.”

nothing makes me feel filthier than you making me talk when I’m choking on your fingers or your cock. It will get me dripping every time

“who owns this pussy baby? hm?

say it again i can’t hear you…

louder…

aww what’s the matter baby, can’t speak with your mouth full?

yeah? no no no, don’t try and pull away from me, tell me again, who owns this pussy?

you’re gonna stay right here and choke on my dick until you tell me”

does watching me touch myself appeal to you? I do touch myself when I’m with you, but you generally focus on what I look like when I come. I don’t know if you’ve ever just watched me touch myself. I think you already know this, but I love watching you touch yourself. It is both very hot and very informative

telling you how pretty i think you are while you touch yourself

I’ve had this thought before 😈

Leaning over you, two fingers inside you, my hand over your mouth, whispering in your ear, telling you all the disgusting things I'm going to do to you.

I’ve always wondered what it would be like to eat a girl out. I’ve only ever gone down on a guy, but I thought it would be cool to be able to compare the two experiences

Fuck, I really love eating pussy. Giving soft kisses to their lips before teasing their clit with my tongue, flicking softly, tasting their wetness, and just inhaling the lovely scent. Looking up at their face and watching their expressions morph into pleasure, their eyes rolling back and hearing them tell me, “Just like that, baby, fuck.” Feeling their thighs shake and tense when I start sucking and licking their clit, giving it so much attention. The feeling of their cunt dripping down my chin. Their moans getting louder and desperate when they get closer and closer to cumming. The way they grab my hair and hold my face down when they finally cum all over my lips. The way it just so delicious and lovely, and fuck