Sophie: I guess because it’s a perfect symbol of the power exchange.
MC: Good. Now fuck that heated cunt harder and harder with one hand while you type with the other. There will be no corrections anywhere to typos. Just do it.
Sophie: Yes, sir.
Sophie: My ideal cock-sucking scene would go like this:
The man I love, the one I long to serve meets me at a hotel. The minute he closes the door to our room, I undress down to my bra and panties. I step toward him, and he tells me to get down on my knees. I kneel in front of him and begin to unbuckle his belt. As I unbutton his pants the head of his hard cock pokes out the top of his underwear. I reach for it and tug his underwear down. His cock pops out, long and hard. I take it in my mouth, stroking it with one hand as I fondle his balls with my other hand.
MC: Good. Keep going. Keep fucking that cunt.
Sophie: I lick the underside, working the shaft with my tongue. I moan with pleasure and make enthusiastic noises as I work it with my mouth. He imbeds his fingers in my hair, holds my head tight, and tells me I’m a good girl. The musky smell of him arouses me even more, and I take him all the way into my mouth. I love the feeling as his cock hits the back of my throat, and I grab his magnificent ass, pulling him into my face, forcing his cock as far back as I can take it. Needing to breathe I pull back, gasping for air. As I go back to it, I taste the delicate drops of his pre-cum.
I slip the head back in my mouth and jerk the base of him with one hand while playing with his balls with my other. My tongue runs around the tip in a circle, then I work the tender frenulum underneath. He tugs at my hair and calls my name, which tells me I’m doing a good job. I keep this up for about ten minutes, then I take him deep again. Whenever I gag my body involuntarily convulses and the sensation causes my nipples to harden. The way he uses my mouth turns me on and I feel my pussy starting to drip.
MC: Good girl. You’re entertaining me well with your story. Continue.
Sophie: He tells me to lie on the bed and positions me so my head hangs back off the side. He removes my bra and panties and fondles my breasts, then tells me to open my mouth, which I do. Standing next to the bed, he forces his cock down my now-open throat and pushes his hips toward my face. As he does this, he starts playing with my cunt with his fingers. I try to wriggle away because he is distracting me. I need to concentrate to keep from choking, but he isn’t having it. He holds my body down and plays with my clit with his fingers and then his tongue. He calls me names, tells me I’m his little fucking whore. I struggle, choking and feeling overwhelmed by his attention to my clit at the same time. I push him back with my hands and frantically catch a breath, but I pull him right back into me with my hands grabbing his ass. He face-fucks me for a while, pulling out and giving me breaks for air each time I wave my arms about frantically and push him. I gag a couple of times, but mostly it’s okay, being that his cock is far down my throat, past the gag reflex. By this time I am drooling like crazy, spit everywhere, and he is in heaven.
He pulls out and tells me to lie on the bed, to put my head on the bed. I am exhausted by now and my mouth is sore, but I still want to pleasure him and taste his cum. I am dying to have him come in my mouth, so I beg him to please let me suck his cock some more. He agrees and I go back to doing what I was doing before, with him lying down on his back on the bed and me taking him in and out of my mouth. When I dip my head down, I swallow him as deep as possible and try not to gag. Then, as I pull my mouth back I use suction and lick the whole underside of his cock from base to tip. I listen to the noises he makes and his breathing to tell me what is working best for him and if he seems to like it I do more of the same.
Finally, I feel him about to cum and I use more pressure, sucking and licking harder and faster. I moan with pleasure, unable to believe how close I am to climaxing myself. If he were to pinch my nipples, I might come right along with him. As if he knows my thoughts, he reaches down and tugs on one of my nipples. Suddenly I want to cry tears of joy and I feel an orgasm grip me and my body trembles with a wave of ecstasy. But while I’m enjoying this wonderful wave, his hot cum fills my mouth, and I am forced to focus on swallowing his offering like a good love slave.
He withdraws his cock to leave a bit of cum on my face and tits. I stick my tongue out greedily to catch any extra drops. Then I pull his cock back into my mouth and suck and suck, determined to get every last drop of cum possible. I lick gently until he is limp again. Then I look up at him and smile, with drops of cum on my cheeks. He smiles back and feeds me the rest of his cum, scooping it up with a finger and letting me greedily lick and suck it off his fingers. “Lap it up like a good sex kitten,” he tells me.
“Mmmm,” I say. Then I tell him I love him, and he tells me he loves me too.
“You’re a good little cumslut,” he says and puts his arms around me.
We rest for a little while and then begin round two…
The End
MC: Well done. Now take your fuck-juice-soaked cock, get it in your mouth and suck while you stroke your fucking clit, until you make yourself come. Tell me when you’re finished.
Writing that story had me all worked up, so I was eager to finish his instructions. Tasting myself on the dildo was surprisingly arousing. In the past, I hadn’t liked the taste, but I must have become conditioned to associate it with pleasure… part of training. I did as he asked and stroked myself to orgasm.
Afterward, I felt shaky, spent after my climax, so I got something to drink and took a bathroom break before sitting down to let him know I’d finished my task. When I was ready, I typed:
Sophie: Done.
MC: You are a good girl, although I would much rather have you feel stings across your ass or stretch and abuse your nipples, pull your hair while I mouth-fuck you.
I would also want your teeth running up and down the full length of that thick purple under vein and then swirling your tongue around my cum hole sampling pre-cum.
I hope you enjoyed this exercise and you’re staying wet and on edge all day.
Sophie: Yes, sir. I did enjoy it.
MC: Good. Today you will write in pen or marker on the back of your left two fingers the letters MC. M on your ring finger, C on your middle finger. It will be up to you how to explain it if anyone asks.
Those two fingers are the ones you will fuck yourself with every hour on the hour for two minutes each time. You will clean them off with your mouth and tongue while looking in the mirror at the hungry little whore you have become. Understood?
Sophie: Yes, sir.
MC: You will need a wooden chair for our next session and I need an accurate description of what it looks like. Don’t forget the headset with the mic and the wooden blocks. You realize our next session will be ramped up with more intensity, passion, lust, and demands. Stay wet.
After we signed off, I planned how I would take a shower then write the “MC” on my fingers so it would stay on most of the day. As I did so I realized that in some ways, I didn’t recognize myself or my life anymore. Everything now revolved around the sexual play with MC. It was all I thought about, all I looked forward to. Staying on edge, hungry,—the way he wanted me—well, it had taken over my life. As fun and exciting as it was, I questioned if it was healthy.
Staying lost in the haze of sexy submission made me feel like a bit of an addict. In some ways it was a deliciously blissful existence, but I worried that a part of me was hiding from the world, avoiding reality. At least I was getting out of the house and socializing with someone besides MC today. That was something.