written by jenny – My squishy
Click. Clack. Click. Clack. The sound of Her heels hitting the hardwood flooring cause my eyes to slowly flutter open, sensations returning slowly as i felt the cold steel of my cage against my back. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Each step of Her foot grew louder and louder, the echo ringing in my ear as i attempted to adjust myself to be presentable to Her. The steps suddenly silenced as a new sound filled my ears, a soft and subtle laugh. All at once, the anxieties and fluster dissipated from my mind, emptying out and being filled with Her laugh. i stopped my adjusting, and bowed my head as i heard the lock on my cage click open and clatter to the floor, a single finger being waved in my direction, beckoning me to leave the cage.
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you clench your eyes shut and choked and gagged on this strangers cock. It was forced deep down closing your air ways; making you fight the hold on your head and pulling away gasping for breath and inhaling deeply. you feel hands on you back… finger tips running up and down your body and the still familiar warm yet terrifying hand on the back of your head, compassionately letting you breathe before pushing you pathetic head back down onto the long unknown cock.
you did your best to please Me – as your Goddess – and the man whose cock pushed into your throat and forcing you to gag. Before long the cock changed, this one was shorter but much thicker and easier for you to handle. Nimbly you worked your tongue around the tip and bobbed your head up and down on it, gently nibbling and beginning to get more into your so-called punishment.
Continue reading “Your First Cock”
I search the room for My footstool in the dimly lit room. Light leaking in through the sheer curtain highlighting My form. A stool for My feet is what I need. For that I know you are ready and eager to comply.
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Imagine… black slacks slowly sliding down tight hips towards immobile ankles, revealing a bright red band separating naked skin from My long nails.
Imagine… those nails pushing the elastic millimeters away from pale skin and dipping inside.
Imagine… the desperate aroused rise to meet ten insistent fingers and the rhythmic thrusting of those hungry hips.
Do not reply. Just read until I want a bit more from you.
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