“Do what I can’t: you have permission to cum – give yourself the facial I deserve for you to have.”

Permission
I’m living for this little smirk. He’s pleased with himself and he should be.

When I told him about Kink of the Week and that the new topic was Facials he was instantly intrigued. When I told him that I wanted him to jerk off, beg permission to cum and then smear his own face with his own cum, well, let’s just say his enthusiasm rose to the occasion.

We have discussed and role played many a cummy sexy facial scene: usually I’m riding his face and squirting into his mouth, sometimes he’s the one gushing, his cum destined for my breasts and face. This time I wanted him to beg and plead and strain with need. I wanted him to be desperate and hungry to please me. I wanted all the control.

He gave it to me, willingly. I denied him for days, balls aching and hanging low. He edged until he was sweaty and shaking, his voice weak with desire; breathless.

He begged.

I denied him.

He begged again and I caved.

I couldn’t wait to see his cum tribute, the switch of roles, the triumph of his desire to please me in that moment. With permission, the cum was joyfully smeared on his mouth and chin and I came mightily at his exuberant obedience.

I do so like a very good boy. I do so like a boy who asks permission.

 

 

 

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