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The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part Two

“But, Sweetheart,” Sir said, chuckling as I slipped my panties down and spread my legs. “It’s supposed to go in your butt.”

I pouted and shook my head, “it’s too big. I want to feel it in my pussy.” Maybe it wasn’t the biggest, it wasn’t more than half of an inch thicker than my buttplug. But, it was long and curved and looked a little threatening. And, worst of all, it vibrated. On ten different speeds. TEN OF THEM.

Sir leaned down between my legs and started to tease my pussy with his fingers so that I would be wet enough to take the toy. I shivered, excited and thrilled to be touched by him again after so long. When I had gotten wet enough, he eased the vibrator into my pussy.

Slowly, he took me through the speeds. One after the other, I felt myself slipping closer to orgasm, then jumping a bit from a few with some abrupt speeds, then settling in as he left it on at a consistent hum.

“Baby,” he teased, “look what you’ve done. You’ve leaked right out onto my sheet.”

I blushed and reached up to cover my face.

I’m a hungry little kitten today.

3 days.

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Sweetheart, remember that time you broke my cocktail glass?

It’s not my faultttt. You made me squirm.

A little over a year ago, I made a certain someone cum by being the sauciest little brat possible. And looking at this picture brings back fond memories of that evening.

“Now, hold perfectly still, Sweetheart.”

I do this to him, over his pants, when I’m feeling bratty.

This has included at a bus stop

and while waiting under a store’s awning until the rain let up.

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Keep him hard, but don’t let him cum.

Yes Daddy.

Ride your dildo, but don’t you get off without permission either, understood?

Yes Daddy.

I’ll be back in an hour, and both of you had better be busy, frustrated, and dripping. If you’re a good girl then we’ll lock your pet up in his chastity device and put the strap on attachment on him, would you like that?

Yes Daddy.

Good, now tease him, train your pet like i’ve trained you, and you can earn your orgasm for later today.

The notion of him not being allowed to fuck her with his own cock does stuff to me.

Being a Brave Girl, Part Three

Sir returned and pulled me up to my feet, bringing me over to the bed. He kissed me and had me lie down while he took out a neatly coiled length of rope. "I thought all the rope was at my place,“ I pouted when he pushed my legs back, essentially folding me up. He pulled my arms around my legs and tied my hands together, forcing me to hold the position.

"Well, I saved some,” he chuckled and kissed me softly.

Taking me by the hair, he turned my head and buried my face in his cock. I accepted it eagerly, sucking him until he was hard enough to fuck me.

It’s kind of crazy how much you can miss someone’s cock. In your mouth, inside of you. But I’d been masturbating for the past month and literally missing the way it felt.

We fucked hungrily. I kept kissing him. I wanted so badly to touch his face and I needed so desperately to get him closer. And, yeah, all the denial had made me pretty needy.

When I had to cum, I started begging.

“Oh yeah?” He teased, “you need to cum?”

“Uh huh,” I exclaimed, “please?”

Without any warning, he pulled out and stepped back from me, smirking. I practically shrieked, squirming in my bonds and kicking my feet. Of course he wasn’t going to make this easy.

I’ve got this fantasy where I’m institutionalized. The warden’s just a teensy bit corrupt and has fun teasing my needy cunt while I’m stuck in my straitjacket.

Or, you know, while I’m asleep. Which only leads to me being kept longer.

Now in hiding due to problematic fantasies.

It’s shark week (yuck).

I watched Sharknado today, appropriately enough.

I’m horny and fidgety and whatnot. (Not because of Sharknado.)

So here’s a gif.

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