Training my submissive fuck boy to beg for his pleasure (Audio | F4M | D2L)

You like the way I straddle you. just for a moment. so you can smell my perfumed hair falling around your naked chest. the light sweat on my full breasts meeting your thirsty tongue. right before I deny you the taste of me. by strapping on your metal ball gag. making you suck on it. until I can see the drool you have been forced to make. and I pinch both of your nipples. just to watch you wince.

You are a good man. and good men love the way I degrade them. diminish them. remind them how to crawl for what they want. break them. collar them. ride them to my own ecstasy. as they willingly sacrifice theirs.

You like it when I make you sit there. big strong hands tied behind your back. that steely cock of yours fully erect with hot throbbing want. Is that what you like, sir? to be made into a needy cum thirsty slut? Yeah? Okay, baby.

Why don’t you show me. how badly you want what you really shouldn’t want.

To be a man. brought down to his trembling knees. begging. to service my body. stuttering over the filthy words. I put in his mouth. I love a Beast. chained at my feet. A man who answers. erupts. immediately. with his entire being. when I say

‘Come for me, slut.’

And he breaks on the shame. of his own euphoria. right in front of me. panting like a well trained animal.

Good pet.

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No blindfold this afternoon, baby. I have work to do. and you’re going to watch me do it. I know you’ll want to. when I write I wear only that old worn out white tee shirt. the one so loose and sheer that my nipples poke through soft and easy. almost like I didn’t mean for you to see my lush breasts sway beneath.

as it falls off my tan shoulder. to reveal my tattoo. the one I make you trace with your tongue. the one that says ‘Poetess’ in beautiful cursive letters. and you know what it really means, don’t you, angel? sure you do. you are a bit of a poet yourself, no? it means I like to unravel the threads of things that I can tell. I can sense. are desperate to fall apart.

words. bodies. systems. religions. worlds.

all aching to collapse into me. to be put to a most ecstatic death. by fire. by lust. by their own willingness to burn. just for me. just for me to laugh.

and tease.

and lick.

and leave.

You know that right now. that crumbling tower I intend to demolish is you. isn’t it, baby. that’s why you’re here. why you grew so obscenely stiff and hard. without my even touching your fine body. just by reading for you. all the salacious things. I want to do to you. with you. as you kneel. and beg. and bleed. if I so much as tip your head up. to look at me.

Nod for me, Beast. Say ‘Yes, please, Mistress Fox.’

Good boy. ha. such an obedient fuck.

Do you like that, angel? how it feels to have me tie these gorgeous pulsing wrists behind your muscled back. feel the rope as it scratches at your skin, my sexy rock hard prick. oh it’s tight isn’t it. how the rope binds you here. exposes your ripped chest to me.

I love the sight of your massive erection. pointing out into the open air of this small room. high above the street. so high above and far away from the rest of your life. the one that cages you. and yet ‘caged’ with me means you’re free. when you’re here. you’re mine. exactly as you want to be. not weaker. larger than life. pulsing full of your dark erotic need.

Do you like the taste of metal, slut?

Answer me.

feel your tongue pressed clumsily against the ball strapped in your mouth.

‘Yes, Mistress Fox. I like the taste of my metal gag.’

Yeah. sick fuck. I bet you do.