• D/s,  Masturbation Monday,  Short Fiction

    Five Minutes

    Closer now, you timid thing, no need to be so shy. I know, you’re so exposed and it’s all so new and fresh. I can hear your heart beating from here, I can smell your excitement and see it dribbling from your cock. My cock. Isn’t that right? Whose is this? I can’t hear you, Pet. Ahhhh yes. Very good. Next time I want that answer right away, got it? Good boy. I’ll give you five minutes. Five minutes to explore me and learn all you can … but by touch alone. Slip this on. There you go. Is it too tight? How does it feel to be robbed of…

  • D/s,  Daddy,  Every Damn Day In June 2019,  Masturbation Monday,  Short Fiction

    Put Me Into Slut Space – Every Damn Day In June – 18/30

    Confession: Sometimes I need to be held against you tenderly, breathing in your woodsy scent, basking in your forehead kisses and booty rubs. Other times I need to feel you switch off my mind with your words and touch, to become nothing but the warm meat you use to get yourself off, just a dutiful slut who takes what she’s given and whimpers quiet thank yous if required. Please use me roughly, flood my mouth and cunt and ass with your come. Stretch me and soil me, slap my ass until it’s red and raw, pissing a hot arc of your ownership over it. Laugh and tease me as it…

  • D/s,  Every Damn Day In June 2019,  Short Fiction,  Wicked Wednesday

    Breakthrough – Every Damn Day In June – 5/30

    My fingers are in my mouth because he wants them there. Three of them, my pinky and thumb hugging my cheeks which are slick with drool, my palm pressed into my tongue, the trap door of my throat pulsing as he goads me on gently. He’s proud of me. His voice is heavy and stern but thick with love, both a hug and a slap. He knows I’m humiliated as he calmly tells me to speak. I pull my drenched fingers from my mouth to sputter the single word he wants to hear and I’m instantly admonished, caught on a technicality; he never said I could stop sucking. It’s like…