onthekneesnow: Official Candidate for ‘Miss Strapon 2016’ -  Candidate no. 82.

onthekneesnow: Official Candidate for ‘Miss Strapon 2016’ -  Candidate no. 82. She smiled at me as I knelt in front of her. She was kitted out in an abbreviated dominatrix costume. Black, studded leather around her forearms and throat; black bra; tall black boots; and a riding crop in her left hand, with which she reached casually down to tease my painfully aroused cock.At her waist was an intimidating strapon cock in a black harness, hanging down to point right at my face; and in her left hand was her phone. Both were new. This had been going on for a little more than a month. It began with her arriving for bed in her new domme-y style, and I had gone along with it. That night she rode me slowly until she came what must have been a dozen times, talking dirty the whole time about what a good slave I was. Afterwards, she slowly crawled down my body and licked me clean, then sucked me until I came a second time, in her mouth.Then she kissed me, told me she loved me, and drifted off to sleep in my arms. As I slipped into darkness I could still taste myself on her kiss.The next morning when I woke, she had already left for work, and for three days after that she said nothing about it. But on the third evening I woke from a nap on the couch as she cinched a pair of handcuffs securely about my wrists. I had been watching TV in my boxers while I waited for her to get back from work, and the first thing I saw when I woke was a calculating expression on her face as she leaned in for a slow, sensuous kiss.She tormented me there for hours, keeping me in a state of almost insane desire. Licking and sucking and exploring every part of my body. She had played with my asshole during blowjobs before, but never like she did that night. When I finally came in her mouth once again it felt as if her entire hand were inside me, thrusting and probing until I begged her desperately to let me come.Two nights later I somehow found myself kneeling on the couch with my arms bound behind me while she slid a vibrating toy deep inside my ass. She got it seated and delivered a firm slap to my right cheek, telling me how sweet I looked all freshly opened up for her. Then a firm hand on my head guided me down to the floor and between her legs, where she reclined on the couch watching TV while the toy in my ass drove my arousal to ever-greater heights and my tongue to ever more enthusiastic worship of her.She slept that night curled behind me, with her hand possessive on my hip and my ass achingly empty.Every night the rest of that week she was flirtatious and sexual, and we fucked vigorously and completely normally. It drove me mad… and on the sixth day she came home to find me kneeling on the couch with the toy in my ass and my hands cuffed behind my back. She just smiled, and walked into our room to change. When she came back she casually wrapped a collar and leash around my neck, and made exuberant use of my mouth and body until she finally fell asleep curled against my back with the toy still buzzing in my ass.We’d continued that pattern for another week when I came home from work to find her there early, standing by the door with the strap-on on her hips and her camera running to catch my expression.I closed the door hastily and stood looking at her, dumbfounded. She smiled hungrily and teased my lips with the riding crop.“Get on your knees and suck my cock… my friends didn’t believe me when I told them what a little bitch you were, and I’ve decided to prove it to them.” -- source link

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