Rocked To Sleep
She longs for his touch. She yearns for the sting of his whip against her skin and the hard, unforgiving thrust of his cock deep inside her cunt. For two weeks she has been on orgasm restriction and it’s quickly losing favor with her. Even thumb tack in her bra was less painful than being denied pleasure.
Tossing and turning she adjusts her panties so that they part the lips of her pussy and nestle snug against her clit. More erotic dreams have left her unable to sleep, so she dances on the edge. She opens and closes her legs and pulls up on her panties. The rules say no orgasm but nothing about teasing herself.
As her nipples harden and her clit throbs she thinks of the things she loves the most. His hands tangled in her hair, gently tugging. His mouth on her nipples, suckling like a wee babe. His cock buried in her ass, so deep that she swears she’s going to go to the bathroom on him.
With each new thought she inches closer to orgasm. Thought by thought it taunts her and beckons her forward to the orgasmic abyss she’s been denied for much too long.
The phone rings and her eyes fly open. No one but her Master would call her at this time of night. No one but the man who holds the reigns of her sexuality.
With a guilt she didn’t know she was capable of feeling, she picked up the phone but said nothing.
“You were tempted, weren’t you, girl?” His voice asked a question that he already knew the answer to.
She didn’t need to answer and he didn’t expect her to. So she waited in silence for him to continue. Time seemed to stand still and the pounding of her heart echoed in her ears.
“Finish yourself, girl. If you want to come so bad, do it with me on the phone. I want to hear the shame and humiliation in your moans and sighs. You’re a dirty little whore and tonight you’ve proved it. So finger your sloppy cunt until I tell you to stop. Do you hear me, you filthy slut?”
Tears of humiliation ran down her cheeks and she struggled to find her voice. “Y-y-yes, Sir.” She sniveled and sniffed but let her fingers fill her sloppy cunt just like he commanded.
“That’s it, slut. Fuck it good. Close your eyes and pretend it’s your Masters fingers fucking your cunt. Do it!”
Faster and with a fervor she didn’t know she possessed she finger fucked her pussy until she was sure she couldn’t stand it. Her wetness drenched her panties and her hand and she knew that in the morning the evidence would be visible on her sheets. Still she punded away at her pussy, just like he’d instructed.
“Come now, slut. Right. NOW!”
And she did. Harder and more intensely than she’d ever masturbated herself to climax before. Over and over she moaned and whimpered her thanks, her exquisite pleasure.
“Good night, girl. We’ll talk about your punishment in the morning. Tonight I liked helping you rock yourself to sleep.”
She mumbled a good night and drifted, at long last, off to sleep.
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