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It's my birthday so have an old birthday smut.♡
(Written in the perspective of a domme)
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Open your fucking legs, darling. You are to be admired and not hidden. I want to see how soaked you are for me. No need to be shy with Mommy, I already know you want it all. So needy. Needy girls keep their legs open and on display.
I'm cuffed with shiny and sparkly ribbons hanging from the loops and clips, arms clipped in front, above my head. They dangle so pretty for you... like a little piñata. Full of sweet candy that you just want to bust open and snatch up.
I'm leaving your legs free, I want you to wiggle around when I hurt you, beautiful. Swing back and forth as you yelp and scream for me. Tensing as your feet barely leave the ground and you climb your binds in desperation. It'd be so cute to see you scramble up the chains and cling like a frightened kitten.
I'd wrap a small, silk string around the tips of each nipple, tightening it until you cry for me. Smirking, I'd attach purple balloons to each thinly wrapped thread. They'd float above you, gently tugging at your nipples and swaying just the slightest. Next would be a pair of clamps, each screwn in security over the threads. We all know you desperately crave that, baby. They'd dangle, the cold chain brushing your belly sporadically, causing you to squirm. I'd attach little ribbons to those as well. Everything needs to be festive. It is your birthday, after all!
After feeling how drenched you are I'd fill you with my fingers and make you sing happy birthday, increasing my speed as you get closer to the end. If you stutter or mess up, we start over. I'm a musician so I'll make sure you get it right, baby.
After you're all stretched from my fingers pounding your cunt I'll slip a vibe inside, watching you whither and wilt under the constant stimulation. Your overstimulated moans of pain are like music to my ears. I'd watch as your cum would drip down the vibe and down my hand, but I'm not stopping. Not until your screams overflow these walls with ecstacy. You're going to be a complete mess when I'm done with you, birthday girl.
You haven't even taken my strap yet, which would make me chuckle. I'd leave you empty after cumming for so long, in a distant haze, your brain fuzzy and thrown off balance. Just how I want you, doll.
I'd take my time, giving you a moment for your breath to slow, your heart rate to go down, your body to settle back to reality. Take a break, cutie. You're going to need it.
When I return I'd imagine you'd be hanging there, already worn and broken. Your hair resting perfectly across your cheeks. The makeup that's smeared across your face. You look so pretty this way, baby.
You wouldn't even hear me coming before you'd feel the sensation of cold plastic touching your lips. "Open" I'd command. And of course your fuzzy brain wouldn't think and just open for me. "Because you won't be sucking my strap, you need something else to suck on. Blow." I coo at you, a giggle bubbling in my stomach. The comedic buzzing of a birthday blower echos across the room and I let out uncontrollable laughter. You look so pathetic for me. "Now, you better not drop that, spit it out, break it or bite it. You won't like what I do to you if you do."
Suddenly you feel two fingers brush up against your cunt. "You're already wet? Just from me sticking something in your mouth?" You peer up at me looking so pathetic and I grab the chain attatched to your nipples and tug. *bzbzbbbbbzzzz* the birthday blower involuntarily speaks and I can't help but chuckle.
My strap abruptly enters your pussy, coated with your wetness immediately. The birthday blower that is between your lips rhythmically matching my speed. Taking me in greedily, tightening against my length. I lean into you and bite your neck, seething. "Look at how eager your pussy is for me, it's practically sucking me in." I feel you convulse and cum hard against me.
I smirk, grabbing you between your calf and thigh, sweeping you and setting you on one of my thighs, using my thigh to balance out your weight. The chains make satisfying clinking sounds and the balloons sway gently above you as I lean against the wall and I place you where I want you.
I pick up speed, your wetness and cum making satisfying sounds as I pound in and out of you. A soft clink hits the floor and I feel your pussy tighten hard against my strap. I smirk, stopping and keeping the strap in place, filling you, observing you. The way your face flushes, the beads of sweat that trickle down your body here and there. Your glossed over eyes that are now widened in fear.
"Oh darling." I coo at you, "those lips have nothing in them, do they?" I frown at you as you slowly shake your head at me and glance down. I lift your chin with two fingers so you're looking at me. "It looks like we're going to be celebrating your birthday for longer than anticipated, beautiful. Your disobedience has made me very unhappy darling." I gingerly reach down and swipe the blower from the floor. You hear the soft sounds of my footsteps walking away, some shuffling but you can't quite make out what I'm doing.
Little to your knowledge, the blower is now clean and has a thick layer of lube on the cap. I slowly make my way back to you, so you can't hear me. I come up behind you and run a hand down your neck, to your tits and down your hips, softly pecking your neck.
"You look so beautiful for me like this, you know?" Suddenly you feel something part your asshole, sliding and filling you. The streamers attached to the birthday blowers hang from your butt and I giggle. "Look! You have a tail!" I grab and smack your cheeks and you flinch under my touch, running a hand from your clit and inbetween your folds, enjoying how wet you are for me.
I plunge the strap in your cunt and you let out a loud moan, your neck snapping back in ecstasy. "I'm going to fuck the disobedience out of you now. You'll learn to follow a simple direction. Even if that brain is all fuzzy." I'm roughly pounding into you now, the streamers hanging from your ass swaying like a flag in a windstorm. "You're taking me so well, slut. It's like you were made for this." My hand wraps around your throat, squeezing harder with each thrust. "Your face turns such pretty colors for me, princess. Do you want to breathe, baby? Yeah? But you're doing such a good job for Mommy being her breath slut." I rail into you now, your pussy stretched and taking me all greedily, you choke and gag against my grip. "If you're so scared why is your pussy so wet, hmm? Why are you tightening against my strap and making such cute sounds? You know this is what you want, your eyes and cunt tell me all I need to know." You cum again, so hard that you let out a pathetic scream that fades into a whine.
I smirk, step back and look at you. You are an absolute wreck. "Such a pretty piece I've created." I praise, almost as if I'm talking to myself.
I blindfold you then. I leave you, hanging and ruined, the cum dripping down your legs. Occasionally I hear a soft whimper or the rattling of the chains when you try to move. It makes my pussy pulse imagining you standing there, bound and needy.
I come back later that evening to sneak a strap attached to a machine in your pussy. I set it at a painfully slow rhythm meant to make you needy, desperate and wanting speed. I want you to be ready when I feel like filling you with my strap, not a machine. I run my hand along the front part of your pussy, admiring the way the machine slowly stretches your hole. The way your walls cling to the strap when it goes in deep and starts to slide out. The way the head is positioned just right so it won't slip out by accident. The way your pussy greedily takes in the whole length, I know it's hitting your sweet spot so painfully slow. That must be very frustrating, hmm?
I part the front of your lips, exposing your hard and pulsing clit, sliding a finger past my lips to make it wet with my spit. Pressing a finger firmly down and slowly start to make circles, you lean into me softly moaning. When you're extra needy and whiny I stop, enjoying the way you wiggle and squirm. Lifting the blindfold I wave a vibrator playfully in your eyesight, letting you peek just long enough to know what it is. Your eyes widen and you start to frantically shake your head, sharp whimpers leaving the pit of your throat. The blindfold snaps back down leaving you again in total darkness. You hear the buzzing, but you don't feel anything. You're being played with, mind-fucked and it's making you tense. The strap still working your pussy slowly open for me is now coated in a thick layer of your cum and you limply thrust forward when the strap hits deep.
That's when you feel it. The all familiar and overstimulating tingling and burning on your clit, the overwhelming waves of sensations travelling through your tummy. You pull your binds extremely hard but they hold to your disappointment. You feel the harsh pricking of a rope wrap around your belly a few times, a sharp tug making it snug and holding the vibrator firmly in place.
I step back and admire my work. You are squirming but have no escape, an overstimulated and panting mess. Dribbles of spit falling to the floor like a broken little toy. The strap softlty fucking your sore and ruined hole. The vibrator buzzing harshly and unforgivingly against your clit.
I pull harshly at your blindfold, ripping it off your pretty face, admiring and adoring you. "Happy Birthday, baby. You were so good for me, like an obident birthday bitch." I lean forward and grin at you slyly, placing a birthday hat upon your head. Last thing I do is pull out a confetti popper and tug on the string. Confetti rains upon you and I smirk admiring how festive you are for your special day. As I turn to leave, your worn out whimpers and moans slowly fade and I know this will be a birthday you'll never forget.♡
I need someone to choke me to remind me they could cut off my air supply whenever they please. Remind me my life is their hands. That they could make me blackout while they bottom out inside of my cunt. Imagine how much I'd shake and twitch beneath you. I'd be so scared and tight.♡
I know you want to clamp them until I scream pretty for you.♡
turns me on how much of a pathetic mess you become over my voice.. one “good girl” and you’re wet as fuck ready to bounce on it like a slut in heat
Opened up to you and accepted you, including your demons. As soon as you saw mine however, you left in such a hurry and it's hard to sit with but I don't blame you. It's just that I long to have been someone you would've rather gravitated towards....I usually don't but with this experience, I found myself missing the me that wasn't tainted, the me back then, maybe you would've liked her better.
pspspsps pretty femmes who allow me to use their body for my pleasure, making them my personal fucktoy
I'd do it either way, the begging makes it more appetizing 🥰
Would you ruin me if I begged you to?♡
Are you going to stretch out my ass while I whine and cry or not
I'm sitting at your feet, kneeling hands upon my thighs looking lovingly and longing at you. You're smirking down at my submission in delight, hand on my chin caressing me, telling me what a good girl I am for you. I peer up at you my eyes brushing to your pants quickly, then shyly back up at you. The buldge that I imagine is getting more eager as every second passes.
You stroke my hair and slowly unzip your pants, my expression widening and my face turning a bright red. I peer up at you as you gently brush the tip against my lips, beckoning for me to part them. I do and your cock slowly slides in my mouth, I gag softly against you, your length filling up my mouth, I gently brush my hands along your thighs but you lean down and place them back on my thighs.
"M-mommy..." I gasp, taking your full length in the back of my throat, my gags becoming harsher as you pump your girlcock in and out of my mouth. My eyes become wetter with each thrust as I take it all to please you, drool dropping down my tits and over my hardened nipples. You coo at how well I'm doing, and I smile against you, feeling your tip brush my uvula, I gag the hardest I have then, and you let out a small chuckle. You caress my hair and gently pull me to you, admiring my quickened movements as I strive to please you, the messy stream of drool slowly making its way down my stomach to my pussy, my rapid breaths, the way my makeup runs down my cheeks and my hair, unkempt but attractive.
"Let's see how wet you are, my pet," you purr, running a finger along my sensitive bit and bringing it to my face so I can see too. "Mmm, see that? Does pleasing Mommy make you happy?" you say, smiling.
