This is a story of a pledge part 3

Monday at 10:24 PM

You fold your legs back towards your head and as I watch your pussy become more and more exposed, an impulsive thought inspires me. I feel myself pursuing you. Driven by a carnal hunger, I grab your thighs and aggressively push them further, folding you in half. I stand above you while staring at your bright pink pussy, exposed. “kitty”, as I coined her. She’s mesmerizing. So perfectly pink… so perfectly… mine. My hands lock onto your hips and in a movement, pull you to the edge of the bed where I want you. I glance up. Your eyes still locked on my cock, I can feel your desperation. You’re determined to obey my commands, I can read the expression on your face. Your quiet confidence instills a subtle feeling of pride in me. I look down and watch my cock stretching kitty’s lips apart. Your saliva still dripping off me glides it in with ease. You coo as I let every sensation your pussy engulf my dick. It’s intoxicating. Slowly I fall deeper and deeper into you till I feel the piercing in my dick start to shift and find myself as deep as I can go. You stare at the opening of your pussy with anticipation. I bring it out slowly, then fiercely thrust myself back in place. With each teasing blow, I can see you fighting to keep control of your composure. You’re so wet… it feels soooo fucking good. Like an addict that’s just found their new drug of choice, I need more of you.
Faster.
Deeper.
Harder…
Your moans grow louder with my intensity. Yet still your gaze is fixed.
I startle you slightly when I smack your thighs, leaving a trail of bright red hand prints.
I can’t believe how good you feel…
More.
I want more!
My grip on your hips pull you into me as I bounce off your pussy and I feel my nails digging into your skin.
You’re panting and your body writhes in pleasure. Your mouth opens and eyebrows furrow.
Your eyes fight not to roll, your eyelids falling between halfway shut and open. Yet still, your gaze is fixed.
Just as I look down to watch my cock being buried in you, I make out a soft “mew” in the midst of your moans.
You want to cum, but I’m not convinced.
I continue to watch as I pummel your pussy and admire how it becomes more and more flushed.
“MEW”
Beating “kitty” with intent. Intent to make her feel the effects of my cock for the days to come.
Then I hear the desperation in your voice. Your squeals becoming higher and higher pitched with each thrust… The pause between individual signals are indistinguishable, and makes one continuous noise.
You’re not getting off that easy…

Fucking prove it.

I keep my gaze on the havoc I’m causing between your legs. Watching your pussy become swollen and fucked up beyond recognition of the sleeping kitten it was earlier. Your legs begin to quiver, dancing to the symphony of your pleads to let you cum. I smirk, knowing exactly what I’m doing to you.
The tone of your voice goes from a desperate pleading to what I can only discern as teetering on agony.
I look to your face-flushed, glistening, eyes slightly rolling to the back of your head.
I grab your face with both hands and direct your gaze pointedly at my own before you can fail me. And I admire you as I grind inside you.
“Look at me with those emerald eyes, don’t you fucking dare break eye contact.”
I watch your eyes barely able to focus, mouth dropped wide open, your legs twitching by your ears. I wish I had a recording of the sounds you made… I’d set it as my ringtone.
“Keep cumming, don’t stop.
She’s.
My.
Fu.
king.
Pussy!”
I feel the familiar tingle building. Pressure rising within me. My hearts racing, flooding my body with adrenaline and desire. My face is serious, sweat rolling down my nose and drops.
I glance down as it falls, just in time. I feel a muscle spasm inside your pussy as you let out a cry of pure relief.

All the tension that I had trapped inside you, building pressure, being released in waves of energy. I place my hands on your thighs and my thumbs meet on your engorged clit. I match your energy with the sheer *** I inflict- rapidly kneading your clit while I remodel the back of your pussy, my new home.

You scream and I watch you squirt.
Then again.
And another one.

Your scream turns to a desperate moan, it’s musical to me. Then, eventually, you run out of breath. I don’t know how long it was. Time was irrelevant.
Your body goes limp. Exhausted by the most impressive orgasm I may have ever seen.
I once again place a hand behind your head and maneuver it so I can see your exhausted expression. Eyes nearly closed, incomprehensibly stammering.
“That’s my good girl.”
The tension within me increasing exponentially. I slow the rhythm of my hips.
“Who does kitty belong to baby doll?”
“Kitty belongs to you, Daddy.”
“Mine. You’re both mine.”
I let out a loud grunt. My head tingles, my vision slightly blurry.
“Ohhhh… fucking… take it” are the last discernible sounds to escape me while I coat your insides with my cum.
I cum HARD.
My knees feel like jelly but I ride it and continue fucking my cum deeper and deeper inside you. Every crevice, every nerve ending gets ***ted over, wearing its new owner.
“You fucking earned that one.”
As both of our bodies allow the chemicals flurrying our nervous systems to settle, I stay inside you in silence.
Once our breathing returns to normal, I lift my body off of yours and smirk as we catch each other’s eyes. The smile on your face and glimmer of excitement says it all.
I slide my cock out of you and watch the waterfall of cum start to pour out.
Before I can react, you reach down and push as much of it as you can back inside your pussy, my kitten... Then you lick your fingers clean and smile at me with an emerald fire in your eyes.
There’s a flutter in my chest.
“You’re a good girl, baby doll.”
“Thank you Daddy 🥰”
“Here, there’s something I want you to have.”
I reach under the bed and pull out a box. I life the lid and grab its contents; a leather covered book and a Manila envelope and I hand it over to you.
“This is a new journal that I want you to record your thoughts and experiences of your slave journey in. Be honest and be thorough, that’s important.
By bed time tomorrow I want you to write about what happened tonight. I want you to put thought into what you enjoyed the most, and how it differed from how you envisioned the kinks on your list.”
You looked to be on the verge of tears,
“Thank you Daddy, I can’t wait.”
“And this is the list you filled out for me- Your beginning experience, your desires, your curiosities and of course your limits. You can date and cross off what you got out of tonight, but make sure you write them down in your journal with how you felt about living them outside of fantasy. Speak on I f you would want to continue to do it in the future.”
“Does this mean I passed? That I’m your slave?”
“It means you did a really good job and that I’m proud of you.
You already have so much potential.
It means you’re a good girl, MY good girl.
It means we can begin the next step in the journey.

Are you ready?”