Dirty Little Slut 4

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Encounter 4

It had started as a discussion on how a dom tends to make the submissive listen. Does he physically overpower or know how to use a word or look to command those beneath him? She had mentioned a belief the dominant who can get a sub to their knees with a look has more control over her than one who has to shove her down, although she certainly had liked to be ***d from time to time.
He had cornered her into admitting she had masturbated that morning, he had known of course by her asking if she was allowed as long as she didn't cum and knew she was enjoying herself by the sudden directness she had used talking about what turned her on. But he wanted to *** her to say what she had done, and that she had to clean herself up that morning as she had dripped everywhere. He demanded she tell what aspects of their conversation had turned her on, and laughed saying she probably wished to grind on something that moment. Squirming a bit she ran her finger across her panties, embarrassed to realize she was already damp from their earlier discussion.

He ordered her to find a rough surface in the room, she identified a night stand next to her bed. He wanted her to lie down and grind herself against it, and the back of her mind teased her with stories she had read of subs who would do such things when desperate to be stimulated. She had never thought such a surface as the corner would be pleasant and would never have thought to try something so perverse, but now she found herself spreading her legs to slip the corner in between them. The height was slightly too low, the bed ended just shy of how far it would need to be, so to follow orders she had to lie back on the bed and position on the balls of her feet in order to hold it properly. The first few rubs felt strange and wrong, but another adjustment and the sensation became far more pleasurable. 

The corner ground its way into her clit as she tentatively moved her hips up and down across it. Every other thrust seemed to grind the corner against her clit and she started to grind faster against it, whimpering a bit as it rubbed her clit. It wasn't long before she felt a similar electric feeling flying through her and had to slow down for *** she may soon break his rule and cum without permission. Only when he asked exactly what she was wearing did it occur to her that she may have been supposed to strip at all. Taking her glasses off she pulled the shirt over her head, not having worn a bra since the moment she had gotten home she tried not to think about the air against her bare skin. Next she stood up and removed her pants, upset to notice how the small we spot on her panties continued to grow. Under his instruction she returned her glasses, believing the librarian look must be playing into his innocence fetish and making him enjoy corrupting her all the more. 

As soon as she resumed the position on the corner she pulled back, surprised at how much more sensitive she was without the extra layer. His next order rather surprised her, he had remembered her mentioning her vibrator so many nights before and wanted her to use it, to suck the vibrator as if she were giving a blow job. Immediately she had noticed her body was more sensitive as she returned to rubbing while she slid the vibrator up and down her throat. The lewdness of the activity excited her, along with the brief thought of what it would be like to fellate him while ***d to pleasure herself to the act, but she desperately tried to push such a thought away and was embarrassed to have even had it. Was this his goal, to corrupt her? Would he be not attracted the more he did, or lose interest and move onto the next innocent young woman?

Dutifully she reported the higher pleasure she had felt from such an act.
"It's because you're a filthy fucktoy." 
He had gotten much more comfortable with degrading her and as she read his response she let out a loud moan, grinding faster for a moment before trying to calm herself down. The more she had gotten into a moment the less she found herself embarrassed, and found herself happily reporting how wonderful it felt, and how she never would have thought to do such a thing on her own. He wanted to know how wet she had gotten and if she were in a state to think she would be surprised at how easily she was able to talk about such a thing, but her mind was no longer present, instead she was only focused on how good it felt and being able to continue.

"I'd want to rub my cock all over your face, slippery slick with saliva. Do it for me." Another loud moan as she sped up once again. He aimed to make her feel as lowly and used as he could, and all she could think about was how badly it made her wish to cum. She took the vibrator out of her mouth and made a long stroke across her face, trailing the spit as he wanted. Another and it wasn't a vibrator but himself going down her throat, another and she could feel it drying over her face. Reporting her success to him had no effect, he only moved to the next instruction, she was to turn the vibrator on while she sucked it. Most of her mind was slowly shutting off to focus on pleasure but a small part wondered if this wasn't going to make her task harder.

He laughed at how ridiculous she must look, and made her describe the scene to him once more. He wanted the corner to tease her opening, an even more difficult position to pull herself into and she became frustrated seeing it was far less enjoyable as well. He said to be thankful as this was the kind option, and even in a state her mind was working less every moment she held herself back from exploring what the other option may look like. He wanted her to say how the vibrator felt sliding in and out of her mouth and she had to admit it felt enjoyable somehow. Whether it was him using her or how it made her body more sensitive to the pleasure she couldnt say, but she liked it. 

"It's because you know your mouth is just another place for me to fuck and shoot loads like the cumdumpster you are." Her eyes rolled back and for a moment she dropped her postition a bit she, realizing she could still grind her clit from there and immediately began grinding fiercely, reading his message over and over. She could feel herself getting close, she knew she was getting louder, but she had to go on a moment more before regaining the self control to pull back. As she regained some shred of self control she realized he had been toying with her in such a way for an hour, grinding in such a way for so long had left her clit in *** and she was hoping he would release her soon. Now he had wanted the vibrator teasing her panties as she continued to grind against the table, and the increasing *** and need for more left her wondering how much longer he would keep this up. 

She was losing a fight to her own body, a fight to retain any dignity after the night was over, and had to ask him if this noce route allowed any chance she could cum. He laughed, he suggested she try begging for it. How humiliating she had always found the idea of begging to be allowed to finish, she had asked if he realized how awful such a thing was. A few minutes passed with no response, he was waiting for her to beg. He had been toying with her this way so long, could he not be merciful? He said he hoped for her sake this wasn't the best she could beg. She wasn't honestly sure how, what did he want her to say? 
"Master your filthy slut is desperate to cum" involved a term she was forbidden from using for him but just felt so strange to say, he would want it to come genuinely from her. She pleaded, the table was grinding into her clit so cruelly and she had soaked her panties.

"Beg harder. You're a whore. Throw away your modesty, beg like your this may well be your last chance to cum, you dirty little slut!"
She had to cum, she had to earn it, and this may well be her last chance before he declines cruelly that she wasn't interested enough in earning it. She begged him, saying how much her body hurt, she pleaded it was begging to be touched, she appealed to how much he would love to humiliate her for doing so while they talked and begged to be allowed to cum.

He informed her that was much better than her other attempts. His next message contained only a single word, no. She was upset, she had been told she wasn't begging hard enough but now she had done better. She had, he responded, but he had still decided not to allow her to finish. When his decision finally got through to her she had realized he had made it the momdnt she had asked, nothing could have swayed him, and he must have simply wanted to see her beg. Being used in such a way aroused her and only made it worse she wasn't allowed to finish. He did decide he wanted her on her knees and to clean the juices off the table.

She attemoted to stand and kneel down after, but holding such postitions so long had completely taken the strength from her legs amd she found herself collapsing to the floor. Dutifully she locked and sucked the corner of the table, noticing she could only taste the finished wood but could easily smell herself on it. Desperate for mercy she wanted to know why he had declined her request, and she had got such a simple answer that angered and aroused her for the same reason. 

"Because I can" 

[Cade]

Every story, you expose more of yourself to everyone...every story, more people *see* you. I wonder how many strangers have fucked themselves silly and came hard with your corruption in mind.

[sissy_petra_uk_slut]

I'm glued to this, the innocence portrayed, and the need to feel guilty is so erotic