I took a bath, I wanted to be a clean slut to perform the acts you commanded of me. We are a dichotomy of light and dark, clean and dirty, pure and sinful. This felt right.
I shaved in preparation. I wanted to be most pleasing. Naked and glistening, I knelt at my bedside with lube and a new toy on the bed in front of me. The plug we use is with you so I found another. Black as sin, six inches long and made for pleasuring the prostate…it would do.
I placed it at the tight entrance to my ass, all the tighter for not having been used for a month. The bulbous head was larger than expected. I gasped as it stretched me uncomfortably. I added more lube and finally succeeded.
The phallus filled my ass. All the length of it was now buried inside me for you. I knelt at my bed and turned on the vibration. Yessss, that’s good, I thought. I wondered if this would push me too far. I was going to find out.
You told me to think of you, of your cock stretching me, filling me. I did Daddy and of your hand on my throat, your fingers crowding my mouth as you forced me to look at you, to give you every possible scrap of my attention. You had it, I am your slave, all of me including my attention is yours.
I moved to lay on the bed naked, the plug rumbling in my ass. I touched myself. I caressed my breasts. I rolled my nipples and pinched them until they were tight pearls of neediness. I pushed the plug in further until it was to the hilt. I pulled on it, fucked myself with it for you. I knew you’d want to Daddy.
I touched my pussy for you. Smooth, plump and open, the pussy you own responded. Liquid music flowed from my fingertips to the vibrating plug. As my fingers danced upon these strings of pleasure, your slut’s body answered the chords you plucked with notes of its own.
The more your cock invaded my mind the more the notes of my need followed your tune. The wildness of our fucking was the rhythm to which my body moved. So hot, so needy, I begged you to pound me with percussive force. I arched to meet your thrusts and too soon, so soon a crescendo.
Rippling vibrations flowed over my trembling body. My fingers stopped, precursing staccato jolts rocked me. Breathe slave breathe. One refrain played, two more must follow. The tune in my mind shifted. It was a simple song, one of dark intent. I felt your heat and your malice flow. I wanted your hidden power…the danger.
You had me on my face, a vice grip in my hair. My ass raised for you, your words invading my mind. This stanza would be the devil’s play. You fill my mind with fear and lay me bare. Your words dance upon my soul and lift me from the foulest places. In my depravity, I match yours. This duet of darkness is all that my soul desires. Every sinful song I can sing is no match to this, to your power over me. I am your instrument, a sonnet of sin to be played upon body and soul.
Again, I reach the edge and a shuddering shaking preamble lays me bare. I should fear the third and final verse but I don’t. Far from it. I am taken away by this piece now, your concerto. I am your wanton slut, I have taken your drug in full now and like any addict I want more and more and more.
Eagerly I touch myself, I don’t savor the sounds anymore. I wallow in the cacophony like a pig in slop. I have sinned and there is no penance that will bring me back. My fingers slide in the slick smear of juices that have flowed as you played. I want more, I want it all. I want to bath in your ecstasy, I want it to continue endlessly. But no! All too soon, I’m shuddering. Such a betrayer, my body. Why so soon? I wanted this song to play forever. I stopped touching, I had to or else I’d go over into the abyss.