perkyfreak:mybetterworld:I’ve learned my place now. I used to spend my days thinking that
perkyfreak: mybetterworld: I’ve learned my place now. I used to spend my days thinking that I was an equal, as good as any man and better than most. I was smart, capable and beautiful - I could have whoever I wanted and I was in charge of what happened. Until him that is… He was handsome, sure. Intelligent, foreign, confident… But I’d seen all that before. No, there was something more to him - an undefinable need that I suddenly acquired in his presence. I needed his smile first, I wanted him to look at me and for my presence to bring him pleasure. Smiles were hard to come by from him though, each one was doled out like a reward, but it made me tingle and squirm. He idly mentioned thee things he liked - short skirts, more makeup, heels - and I rushed to provide them, just for his slight smile of approval. Then his hands started to find their way to me. Part of my mind recoiled from this - giving him carte blauche to touch me whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted, was like surrendering… so I resisted. And then the smile vanished, he ignored me and I was devastated - what was happening to me? I knew I was powerful, worthwhile, valued, but his smile and approval - I *needed* that now. So I put his hands back on me - and found that that little surrender was so sweet. At any moment we were together his fingers might find my holes, his mouth might be on my neck, my lips, my ears. My breasts were his, my ass, my legs. Everything I had was open to him now and as his fingers coiled in my hair to pull my head back for his mouth and hands I would shudder and sigh at his touch. Still the smiles were a rare thing - but each one was a greater pleasure, knowing that I had surrendered to his touch. His mouth whispering in my ear ‘Good girl’ and I would moan. Then his hands started to guide me, first my own hands to his body, touching him where he directed, where it would please him most. Next it was guiding me to my knees, and my hands to his belt. I recoiled again, but perhaps I had learned my lesson this time. As his cock sprung free I knew that this was the moment when I should say no, when I should refuse to submit to this most degrading of acts - knelt like a worshipful child at the feet of my more powerful Master… And yet, all I could do was open my mouth, eyes upon him, and gratefully receive his cock. He was always guiding me again - telling me where my mouth should go, my lips here and my tongue there. Directing, encouraging and admonishing. Then his hands would coil in my hair again and push his thick dick deeper. I had entered a daze, a place of no thoughts, just needs. I would look up again, seeking that rarest of smiles from his nodding face. With every slight upturn of his lips I redoubled my efforts, opening my throat further, pushing more and more into my mouth with the urge to please him. The pushing became forcing, then ramming. Then I realised I was on my knees, tears streaming and throat raw as this man watched me impassively as he raped my mouth with all the intensity of a rutting bull. I should be repulsed, disgusted, and yet all I felt was joy - joy that he wanted me for this. That he valued my body, scantily clad and laid bare for his enjoyment. ‘That’s my Little One’, he would murmur, and everything would be perfect in my little world. It was only a small step from there to opening up every part of me - first his cock in my dripping cunt - urging him deeper and deeper while I listened to the grunts that signified that I was fulfilling his desires. Next my virgin ass - offered up gladly in the now desperate hope that I could please him. Always his gaze upon me, even more penetrating than the thick dick that made me scream and cum and scream some more. His eyes searched inside me and when I looked myself all I found was a rampant need to be everything I could be for him. So now I am here, beneath him as he pins me to the floor, his fist in my hair and his cock in my ass - pounding, taking and driving me to whimpers and moans. Every orgasms starts with the simple knowledge that I have finally found my place - at his feet, prostrated before his needs and his desires and eager to complete my purpose as his toy. I wish all women could be so fortunate. There’s got to be a way to make this more sordid, but right now, it’s just fucking beautiful, anyway. Loving it. -- source link