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The Unsanctioned Cum
by Lewis Chappelle
(a very short story of an honest, if impetuous, slave girl)
Master was away from the house and hadn’t contacted me in days. My libido had not been a bit dampened by his absence. My thoughts were only about him and how he could easily work me into a submissive, erotic, frenzy if he would only call, and give me permission to cum.
I looked in my toy box and my cunt instantly got wetter. My trusty blindfold, bullet vibrator and soft, flesh toned, cock beckoned, but so did the harsh nipple clips, and that damned anal vibrator. There was a part of me that wanted to jump in bed with my toys right away but, I felt constrained to slow down.
After a few deep breaths, I decided to re-read my favorite parts of the “Story of O” and then took a very relaxing bath. My cunt seemed to swell and pulsate in the warm bath water. My tits and nipples were in erotic overdrive. I was ready for some of those toys; I was aching for release - permission granted or not.
After I dried off, I applied generous globs of the “Hot and Spicy” cream Master had ordered for my asshole and cunt. I was on fire with desire and I really didn’t need any extra stimulation. Nothing was going to hold me back. But, my conscience told me that if I didn’t get under control, I would pay the price of my disobedience with pain. That thought only made me more determined to plow ahead.
Master always wants me to pay him daily morning homage and perhaps my overloaded brain thought that if I showed sufficient humility and deference by an evening dose of homage he might be more lenient on me when he decided on my punishment.
Truth be told, punishment was not what was motivating my impulses at that moment. But, I did kneel and spread my legs wide and press my tits and head into my bathroom tiles for a good ten minutes, all of which time my needs rose even higher as I reveled in the kinky, often brutal, actions that my dear Master had previously wreaked on my needy body.
It was no problem for me to scramble to my bed, dripping cunt liquid down my thighs. Even that slick, silky, feeling reminded me of the vows I had taken before Master accepted me as his slave girl.
All my toys were beside me and I fingered each one lovingly. The ass plug was to be my secondary lover for the evening. I didn’t have much experience with the big fellow, but I knew I didn’t want to start with him just yet. With the added lubrication from my cream, I was able to get a few fingers into my asshole before I pressed “Big Max” to my tender sphincter. After about five minutes, he was seated where I knew he should be, and I turned over on my back only to feel the extra fullness from that delicious, yet not exactly comfortable, full feeling in my ass.
I spread my legs as wide apart as I could wrench them, realizing that if my Master had me in bondage, he would stretch them apart at least another twelve inches. I didn’t have to touch my cunt; I knew it was dripping and on fire!
The large nipple clips were next. They were going to hurt like the devil. And, they did. My poor nipples screamed in delicious, erotic pain. I was proud of those firm puppies; they gave me a sense of self worth and they gave my Master real pleasure as well. But at that moment, they just hurt, plain pure and simple. Furthermore, I knew when I took the little buggers off the pain would be even worse when the blood rushed back into them. Somehow I would find a way to contend; I always did.
The blindfold followed; just to add an element of daring and uncertainty. Then the soft cock found it’s way to my mouth and settled in rather deeply. I wanted all three fuck holes to play a part in the drama tonight.
The bullet vibrator wasn’t my favorite way of getting a cum. I always got better cums just using my fingers, so I slipped the bullet deep inside my cunt while it was running. Oh my god! What a feeling.
The image of my Master found its way into my brain again and I got a shudder of catholic guilt. It didn’t last long as my fingers ran lightly over my clit. I had been taught to only have three staged cums, which meant that as soon as my clit was just about to the edge of release the first time, I had to pull away and wait for thirty seconds. Then when I got to another high level of sexual tension I had to pull away again for another thirty seconds. Then, and only then, could I bring myself to the cums I had been craving.
As I look back on that time, I recall having three long and delicious cums. Oh, they were good. But, I knew Master would be very angry with me when I confessed my transgression.
Why had I disobeyed him? Did I secretly want him to make me suffer? Perhaps, I just wanted more attention from him and it didn’t matter what kind of attention I got.
Master has a way of messing with my mind even when he’s not around. And, I’m generally a mess anyway; it doesn’t take much.
No telling just what he would do with me this time. I was excited and really ready to go all over again.
The End
Note #1: The author appreciates comments received from my readers, at biggreek100@aol.com , especially those from submissive women who enjoy my work.
Note #2: The author claims copyright protection for the work published above, and any derivative work, under the provisions of the Berne Convention as signed by the USA in 1989. LC
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