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(This is a fictional story, I couldn’t figure out how to put it in the ‘story’ thread but thought it’d be fun)

“Kneel.”

I fell to my knees immediately, legs apart. My ass felt cold on the hard wood as I waited for another command, my pussy already leaking at the thought of of what was to come.

“Crawl,” she pointed to the floor in front of her from her perch on the kitchen stool.

I did as I was told and only stopped once I was nearly touching the leg of the stool.

Without saying another word, Mistress stood and walked around to grab something from the counter. I didn’t dare look up, despite my curiosity. She grabbed my left wrist and yanked so my bare breasts were touching the front legs of the stool I sat in front of. She hooked a cuff around the wrist and thread it through the back legs, connecting the other end to my right wrist.

She straightened and sat back on the stool above my head, from this position her pussy was not even a nose width away. I didn’t reach forward, even though I wanted nothing more than to lick the woman in front of me.

She grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into her wet folds, I could smell her even as she suffocated me and I couldn’t get away.

“Suck.”

That one command was all it took. She tasted sweet and I couldn’t help but moan at the taste. Her hand tightened in my hair, leaving a stinging sensation in my scalp. I could feel my pussy leaking onto the floor. I wanted to cum so bad it physically hurt.

I could do nothing at the moment but let Mistress use my tongue for her own pleasure. I tried desperately to ignore my desire but found myself unable to stop from humping the air in front of me, shuddering when I accidentally made contact with the leg of the chair, causing friction along with making it wobble, gaining the attention of my panting Mistress.

She pulled my face from her folds and looked down at my leaking lips. Her mouth was downturned and I gulped.

 

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