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Erotic BDSM Oral Pleasure Story | Please Mistress

In our latest erotic BDSM story, we present a short piece by the very talented writer Sienna Saint-Cyr. Bristol begs and pleads for permission to give her Mistress oral pleasure in the most delightful ways.
 


Bristol wanted to bury her face in Mistress's warm thighs and run her tongue along her clit, but Mistress wouldn’t allow it. Instead, she’d held tight to Bristol’s hair, forcing her face to hover slightly above her clit instead. She loved it when Mistress ***d her in this delicious manner. Bristol breathed in her Mistress’s sweet scent and squirmed. "Please, Mistress" Bristol pleaded. “Please, may I lick your cunt?” Her Mistress grinned but didn’t let go of Bristol’s hair. Instead, she scooted down in the oversized red, velvety chair, opening her legs a fraction more. Seeing Mistress’s cunt ready for oral pleasure toyed with Bristol’s emotions.
 

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May I give you oral pleasure?

“Ask me again.” Mistress’s tone was seductive now, matching the low lighting of the playroom. Bristol fidgeted. “Please, Mistress, may I tickle your clit with my tongue?." “Again.” Mistress’s voice deepened. “Please, Mistress! May I give you oral pleasure?” Her Mistress breathed in deeply, and Bristol watched, holding her own breath until Mistress gave her permission. The seconds passed by like minutes, and the pattern on the wall behind them blurred as Bristol lost focus. “You may, slut.”

The moment Mistress said it; tingles rushed Bristol. She loved it when Mistress called her "slut". Bristol didn’t hesitate. The moment Mistress had loosened her grip, Bristol lowered her mouth onto her clit and circled for a moment with only the tip of her tongue. Mistress moaned and squirmed herself, though differently than Bristol did. Mistress snaked her body side to side while Bristol merely moved her butt like a dog wagging its tail.

Bristol moved down and sucked in her Mistress’s juices. Sweetness and a hint of musk danced on her tongue as she slipped it inside Mistress. She worked her mouth in and out of Mistress until she demanded Bristol use fingers as well. She reached two fingers up and slid them into Mistress, reaching as far back as she could while also moving her mouth back up to her clit. Bristol was good at oral pleasure. She knew it. Her Mistress moaned once again and pushed Bristol’s face into her cunt harder. Bristol kept her fingers moving in and out and kept the pressure on her Mistress’s clit. She was rotating her tongue faster and harder as she felt Mistress flexing her muscles beneath her.

 

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Mistress was close

Bristol shoved her fingers back as far as she could reach until she hit that lovely spot that always seemed to push Mistress over the edge. The moment she did, Mistress grabbed her hair once again and rubbed her cunt hard over Bristol’s mouth, suffocating her with her cunt. Bristol felt her eyes roll in ecstasy. Her Mistress came hard on her face, covering her from forehead to chin with wetness. This turned Bristol on more.

When her Mistress finished releasing, she pulled Bristol’s head back and held it still. Bristol could hardly open her eyes. She did feel her Mistress’s hand on her cheek, smearing the wetness over any dry parts of Bristol’s face. “Would my little slut like to come as well?" “Please Mistress?”

Mistress pushed her back roughly, but with controlled ease. “On your back,” Mistress said. Bristol moved onto her back, the rough carpet bristles poking her through her sheer nighty. She looked up as her Mistress stood and moved over her. One foot on each side of Bristol’s waist. Mistress placed her feet into the dips of Bristol’s hips and squeezed. “Is my slut wearing underwear?” “No, Mistress.” “Good girl.” Mistress straightened her back and pushed out her breasts. Mistress still had on her work clothes. Her black, formfitting skirt was hiked up to her waist—she hadn’t bothered to move it back down.

 

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Put two fingers in your cunt, girl

Her cream, silk tank reminded Bristol of the soft inner folds of Mistress’s cunt. Her shoulder-length coal, black hair balanced the light of her blouse with the dark of her skirt. The site of Mistress made Bristol’s breath catch, and that was mostly due to Mistress’s deep-set cinnamon eyes. “Put two fingers in your cunt, girl,” Mistress demanded. Bristol obeyed and put her index and middle fingers into her cunt. She felt warm and wet, the excitement of making her Mistress come evident in her own readiness. She felt her eyes roll back slightly as she held them still, waiting for Mistress’s next instruction.

When nothing came, Bristol whimpered slightly. She tried not to squirm too much. She waited until she could wait no longer. “Mistress? Please Mistress, may I fuck myself? Please, Mistress?” Bristol begged, repeating her words again and again as she watched Mistress’s smile widen. Her voice got deeper and more desperate with each attempt. “Fuck yourself, cunt!” Mistress shouted. Pushing all her dominate energy into Bristol as she did so.

Bristol shoved her fingers in further and watched Mistress’s eyes widen. It only made her more eager to come as she watched her Mistress’s face light up. She knew Mistress loved watching her come like a little whore for her. “Faster,” Mistress said. Bristol obeyed. “Harder!” She obeyed again, allowing the side of her palm to press hard into her clit. Tingles built inside her. Her inner muscles clenching around her fingers, strangling them as she readied coming for her Mistress. She kept moving fast and harder until she felt about to burst.

 

Please let me come

“Please let me come, Mistress?” Her pleas went unanswered. “Please, Mistress! Let me come!” Her Mistress laughed, and it drew Bristol’s attention back to her Mistress’s face, where she saw her smiling. She mouthed, “Come for Mistress now, cunt.” Bristol obeyed. The orgasm tore through her body, and she felt Mistress’s feet tight around her waist. Holding her still as her body rushed with the release. Bristol screamed, “Thank you, Mistress!” Then she slowed her fingers as her energy depleted.

“You’re welcome, girl. Now lick your fingers and get ready for bed.” Bristol obeyed again. Her body was tired and ready for rest. She watched as Mistress prepared for bed as well, and her heart warmed. She felt like the luckiest slave girl ever. 

 

Sienna Saint-Cyr writes erotica and blogs about kink, poly, body image, and most things relating.
 


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