I left the very end of this off because of Reddit's character limits (40,000 characters). I've written about 4 erotic story series so far, each is at shortest 1 and 1/2 hours of reading, so many are too long!

Chapter 02, Second half.

The next morning, I woke up to pale, foggy light. She left me a handwritten note on top of my phone. 

Layla,

Good morning, sleepy head! There’s a toothbrush and a fresh new towel for you in the bathroom. When I hear you get up, I’ll make you coffee. And then our breakfast. I bought stuff for breakfast yesterday :) 

♡

Sarah

Ooooh, the note was so cute. I wanted to keep it. My clothes were back, neatly folded at the end of her bed. I pulled on my panties and left the note there. The sex toys were all gone too. Then I went into her bathroom, cleaned my teeth and face. 

I walked into Sarah’s living room. It was pretty, with a very long wall lined with shelves for her books, an old midcentury armchair, sofa, lamps…everything looked like it had been chosen very carefully. It was all very clean. It was a reflection of how much thought she put into everything she cared for. Just like she was thoughtful in planning to start coffee while I brushed my teeth. 

Then I walked into her dining area. She looked all fresh and part-way through her day while I was barely awake. She wore loose blue slacks and a long-sleeved tan-colored shirt. Sort of cozy and casual, but somehow sophisticated. 

“Good morning, pretty girl.” She handed me what looked like a handmade mug of filter coffee, and a glass of water. “I love that you’re nearly naked and I’m not. You can drink your coffee while I finish breakfast. I don’t want your help because this is part of my being your Mistress.” 

She put a bowl of strawberries and blueberries, a loaf of bread with a knife, and a little platter of cheeses on the table. Then she went to work, making custardy French-style eggs, sauteed mushrooms, sprinkling herbs on both, and carrying two plates to the table. She kissed the top of my head before setting a plate in front of me. 

I don’t have to tell you that it was all delicious, right? Because it was. When we were finishing, just as I was about to pop a strawberry into my mouth, Sarah said -

“Layla, I have to tell you something. I don’t think it’s a deal-breaker, but it was awkward so I didn’t mention it before.” Alright, so then my anxiety returned. “Oh, it’s not terrible. It’s just that, you know James?”

“Of him. Not personally.”

“Well, um, he’s my brother.”

“You’re WHAT?”

“Um, well, yeah. I met Ezra through him. Then Ezra and I became friends. And eventually it came out how they became friends. Which, you know, means I know a little more than I’d like about my brother’s proclivities. But not details, and nor do I want to.” She made a face. “Um, I don’t know, it seems okay now, just awkward to tell you about it.”

She was right that it was awkward. “You’re right that it’s not a deal breaker. It’s weird and I don’t know what to think about it.”

“Well, do you want to get coffee and pastries with them tomorrow?” 

“Ohhhhh….so you don’t yet love me but I’m supposed to meet your family? Or at least the one you’re close to?” 

“It’s too soon to say that.” She grabbed my hand so that I stood up and she could pull me onto her lap. “I seriously can’t get enough of you.” 

“I was eating a strawberry.” And now, pouting at her. 

She picked it up, and held it to my lips. I slowly rubbed it across them, before letting her feed it to me. Then she pulled aside the crotch of my panties. “I have a better dessert for you.” She practically dragged me into her bed, and had her way with me for the next hour. 

When she was done, she left me, spread-eagled in restraints on her bed while she kneeled between my feet and looked down at me. “Is your sweet pussy sore, little girl?”

“Yes, it is, Mistress.” I loved that soreness. It heightened the way touch felt against it, and made me more sensitive. 

“Poor little brat. Maybe you’ll behave now.”

“Nah.” 

She laughed. “Maybe you need another spanking.”

“I’d love that.” 

She ruffled my hair and then loosened me from the restraints. “Tonight. Um, you didn’t answer my question about getting coffee tomorrow with my brother and future sister-in-law.” 

I snapped right out of that lustful mindset. “You distracted me when I asked about love with sex!” Then I took a deep breath to calm myself before I spoke again. Before I said something about how manipulative that was, which was the sort of accusation that I wasn’t sure we’d come back from, not this early. I didn’t want to risk that, so I took another deep breath to unclench my jaw. “I know it hasn’t been that long but it’s important to me that we’re on the same page. Ish. I’m not asking for commitment, I’m asking about feelings. Because I’m going to meet your family, then it’s important to me to know where I stand in regards to your feelings for me.” 

She hugged me. “I think I’m in love with you. But what if it’s infatuation? What if we discover some big incompatibility? We haven’t crossed the one month mark yet. I know for sure I care about you deeply, and I’d never want you to be hurt. Please.” She was pleading, and I was angry. 

I felt tempted to storm out and go back home after yelling. I took a few deep breaths. “We’re defining love differently. You’re saying commitment and things. I just mean feelings and care. But I wish you loved me.” 

“Oh, Layla. I care about you immensely. I know it’s a trite thing to say, but you’re like a breath of fresh air, and I don’t want to go back to the stale air I was breathing before. I didn’t even know it was stale until you came along. I wanted to date someone because it would be nice, and sex of course, but - I don’t know. I like having you in my life, beyond just wanting you to be my girlfriend. I just can’t say the words yet, not until I’m one hundred sure and ready to make that type of commitment.” 

Alright, so maybe I was being ridiculous in thinking she could love me so soon. A lot of people in her place would have been scared off by the strength of my feelings so early in a relationship. But no, the feelings were there, and I didn’t want to pretend they weren’t just to keep her. If she was scared off, then we weren’t compatible. “I care about you too. Am I your girlfriend?”

“It’s so soon, but if you’d like, I would introduce you as that.” It sounded like she was trying to compromise. 

“I don’t know.” Though my heart felt anxious thinking about how easy it would feel if her anxiety and attachment was the same as mine. “I’m just more anxious than you. I’ll meet your brother and future sister-in-law.” 

“One more step in determining compatibility. I know you’re more anxious. Thank you for doing this for me.” 

“Is that hard for you? That I’m anxious?”

“Yes. But it must be hard for you because I’m more cautious, and sometimes reserved. So I try to remember that and be patient.”

“It’s the only thing I’m unhappy about with you.”

She hugged me tighter. “So far. I hope you can be patient with me a little longer.”

“I wanted to yell and storm out.” 

She laughed. “I would have begged you to stay.” 

“Even if I yelled?”

“It’s obvious you want me to show you I care. But I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to ever feel hurt, or sadness. Especially just because I’m afraid-” She stopped. “Let’s go clean up the breakfast dishes. We can talk more later.”

I pulled away, and looked into her eyes. “Afraid of what?” 

“Don’t push me too far, Layla.” I stood up. “No, wait, I’m sorry. That was too harsh. Please forgive me. Strong feelings are harder for me than they are for you. I know what you’re going to say. And you’re right.” I was standing between her legs, looking down at her lovely face, and she took a deep breath and spoke very fast. “I don’t know why because I barely know you but I love you so much that it makes my heart hurt.” 

I felt like the wiser one then. I bent down to kiss her. It was…uncomfortable. “I - I don’t want to be clingy, or push your boundaries...” 

“You’re not clingy. You’re texting me 24/7, asking me to spend every waking minute with you.” She pushed my shoulders down so I’d be seated between her open legs. The natural order of things, and I sighed with relief. I inhaled her scent, and kissed her there. 

“We have to stop fucking sometime.” 

“Nah. Maybe it’ll crash and burn, but at least we get to really know what it is.” 

I felt too much to keep talking. It was better to express overwhelming emotions through physicality. So I opened my mouth to surround her clit. Her hands were on my head, pushing my tongue to her hole. I used my lips to gently pull her labia before I tongue-fucked her while rubbing her clit with my fingers, as she laid back and moaned. She crawled back, and I crawled on top of her, face down as I tongued and sucked her clit, and worked her with my fingers. I could hear her moans, feel her tightening on my fingers, hear her cries turn urgent and frantic, and felt her muscles clench my fingers. I wanted this forever. Never stop. Drown in her scent and taste. 

She pulled me up, and kissed me. It was all urgent fire and rapture. Her fingers went down, between my legs, opening the secretive folds that hid all the wonders there, and flattening her palm against my clit as she penetrated me. I moved my hips against her, grinding to get more friction and feeling against that magical little button that exists purely for pleasure, gasping. “Please, Mistress, make me cum.” I pleaded, moaning. 

“Gladly, little brat.” She went down, pushing her tongue into my hole and pinching my clit. And I threw my head back, hips thrusting up to meet her tongue, and screamed with release as I felt my muscles bearing down against her fingers, my body convulsing and shaking with it. I was still shaking, muscles clenching with weakening tremors of pleasure as she came back to kiss me while exploring my body with her hands. She cupped my ass, turning me so I was on my side, with our chests flattening against each other’s as she tilted my chin to kiss me again…

“Saying all that was uncomfortable. A little scary.” I laughed, thinking of how I would have said something like “scariest thing ever”. “But now I really would like some water and to clean up our breakfast things.”

I obeyed, getting up to follow her. She pushed me in front. “I want to watch your gorgeous ass while you walk.” I put a little extra sway in my hips for her viewing pleasure. She slapped it, then pulled me back against her. “Thank you.”  

We were going back to my place later. It was pretty cool to have both options: hers, in the thick of the city, with hordes of people and all the urban glamour, and mine, in one of the sleepiest, least fashionable neighborhoods in the city. The balance of green space and ocean to city life and culture here is unparalleled.  We agreed that it was nice to be able to have both experiences. And she said that going to my place for the rest of the weekend felt a bit like an escape, especially because there’s Golden Gate Park on one side, the Presidio on another, and the ocean on the third and last. An excellent farmer’s market, and really solid restaurants. And the best bookstore in the city. And she wanted to see my paintings again. 

We dropped off our things, I showered. Sarah had put on a little make up while I did, so I put on inky black eyeliner. She fluffed and shaped my wavy hair as it dried. Then, we went for a walk through the woods in the park, and for a very early, light dinner of dumplings and jasmine tea. The walk was mostly us in near-meditative silence. The dinner was full of chatter and learning more about one another. It seemed terribly consequential for us to have in common the sort of small things that many people likely have in common. But of course, we did have more in common than two other random people, and we had differences that made us work. Most of all, we had love - or at least what we thought was love. Whether or not it was didn’t matter, because that we thought we had it made us willing to go the distance.  

When we got home, Mistress laid out what she wanted me to wear. Wrist cuffs, thighs cuffs, ankle cuffs, and a garter belt to hold up silky stockings. Then she blindfolded me while she undressed and put on her outfit. It seemed silent for so long. I heard fabric, then the hard clack of shoes. Then soft skin brushed against me as she removed the blinder. 

I stared up, dazzled. Then I understood why she was wearing makeup - it was to go with her blood red lipstick. She wore a fitted black dress, falling not quite mid-thigh, fitted, long-sleeved and high necked, with a collar fitted over her slender throat. And a pair of brand-new knee-high black boots, only for wearing indoors. One of her bags was next to her. I couldn’t take my eyes away from her…she looked so dazzling, glamorous, powerful…I could probably throw in some more adjectives, but you probably get the point. 

She looked every bit the dominatrix, but the most at ease, natural version I could imagine. So much power and strength that I was a whisper before her, but I still craved just to be near her. Just looking at her made me feel like I should prostrate myself on the ground before her, because she was a goddess and I was merely her supplicant. 

“Kneel here in front of me, facing away from me.” 

I scrambled to obey. She held out a red collar with a large o-ring, and clasped it around my neck. Then she put a leash through the ring. I bowed my head, letting humiliation and subservience of being collared and leashed go through me. 

“Come with me, little minx. I’d like you to crawl.” I dropped to all fours, and she patted my lower back. “Good little slut, showing off your holes for your Mistress.” She led me on the leash, to the full length mirror in the hall. “You may kneel again” I stared at us, both in black, with her red lips and my red collar. She stood proud. And I was small and naked, with my tits, pussy, ass uncovered, soft, and vulnerable. “Open your legs.” Down on my knees, hands on thighs, I opened my legs so she could see in the mirror. “Oh, you’re dripping. Naughty little minx, your thighs are wet.  Tell your Mistress if you’re horny,” she cooed.

“Yes, Mistress. I - I’m horny.” I bowed my head in humiliation at having to voice that. 

“Would you like to touch your wet pussy.”

“No - yes - I don’t know. If it pleases you, Mistress.” 

“Yes. I want to watch you orgasm.” No games, because she had enough power that she could be straight-forward. 

I bowed my head. “Yes Mistress.” She turned me around, so my face was level to her pussy, and I could smell her. So close, so tempting, so…

I felt thoroughly chastised and humiliated, and that deliciously spacey feeling coming over my thoughts  - and so I hesitated in turning around. She grabbed me by the hair, so that I yelped. “See that collar, brat? While you’re wearing that, I expect you to obey. Now, show me how much you want my pussy, and then I want to see your slutty, wet pussy splayed open.” 

I kissed her pussy through the dress, nuzzling my lips against her, intoxicated with the scent of her. Then I turned, and opened my thighs wide. I touched my clit, rubbing it the way I would when I was alone…then I penetrated myself…and after maybe ten minutes of trying, I could feel the tears of frustration building. I was soaked, dripping down my thighs, but I couldn’t quite find the release I needed. And she was watching…and I’d cum so many times over the last couple days. More than once today alone. It was so hard to make myself do it again. But she wanted me to cum for her, and the thought of being a bad submissive made me feel…I could feel the panic rising. 

She laughed. “Oh, poor frustrated little brat. Your Mistress could make you cum so easily, couldn’t she?”

“Y-yes Mistress.” 

She bent down, looming over me, and pinched my nipples. “Do you like fucking yourself while your Mistress watches? You’re such a little slut, aren’t you? You’ve already cum three times today, and so many times yesterday. You’re an insatiable little slut. You ate your Mistress’s pussy out yesterday, and today, and you’re craving more of her pussy, aren’t you? You’re a desperate, pussy-hungry whore. Poor little thing, you need it so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.” I moaned, head back against her, moving my hips as I thrust my fingers in and out my wet, needy hole. 

“Your little pussy is still so sore from taking that big dildo. Aren’t you curious about what your Mistress will make your holes take tonight? But whatever it is, you’ll take it because you’re such a needy little brat. If Mistress stretches and gapes you, you’ll let her, won’t you?” 

It wasn’t just the words, but her cool condescending tone. As if she was an ice maiden or goddess, supremely in control, and I’d be so lucky if she thought I was worthy of licking her pussy and swallowing her cum. I thrust more urgently, head against her thighs. She wound a hand in my hair and forced me to look in the mirror. 

“Look at yourself while you obey your Mistress. You’re a needy little slut. And you’re close now, aren’t you? It’s so easy for Mistress to make you cum.”

“Y-yes Mistress. Oh - oh my god.” I quivered, nearly falling as I came on my fingers. She held the back of my collar and my back was against the leather of her boots. 

“Let Mistress taste you.” She turned me so I faced her, and bent down to take my fingers into her mouth. 

“I love you, Mistress.” 

“I love you, too, little pet.” She ruffled my hair. “Thank you for everything.” 

She unclipped the leash in my bedroom, then sat back on the edge of my bed. “Come here, little minx. Lay across my legs.” She raised her skirt so I’d be lying on her bare thighs. I moved quickly to obey, because I knew she’d be pleased with prompt obedience.

“Such a good girl for your Mistress.” I held my breath. She’s so freaking good at this. She ran a finger down my slit. Then, with one hand there, she spanked the top half of my ass with the other. Humiliation and degradation dripped down my thighs, and covered my thoughts in the hazy spacy deliciousness of subspace. She wound her non-dominant hand in my hand, using it to hold me in place. Then she smacked the bottom of my ass, then the middle. And over and over, then right, and left, and back to the middle. My Mistress was so careful and controlled, so methodical in the way she struck me with soft, playful little strikes. My ass felt so perfectly, evenly warm all over. Never once did a strike feel harder or softer than another, and every strike seemed to land exactly where she wanted it to. I squirmed, feeling like the naughtiest submissive. Like a little girl, under the control and power of someone who was taking care of her every dark desire. I giggled, and it came out sounding light and breathy. 

Then she turned me over in her lap, so I was facing her. She laughed. “You look as high as a kite. So easy.”

“Love is the best drug. So happy...”  

The last thing I saw before she blindfolded me again was her smile. My arms were uncomfortably behind me, and she locked my wrist cuffs to the back of my collar. My ass was in the air, and I squirmed as she pushed a plug into it. I cried out as she pushed the thickest part through. “Such a naughty little girl. That made you so drenched.” Her fingers trailed up my slit, cutting through so much messy wetness so I squealed and thrust toward her, needing more friction to relieve my aching neediness. Then she used something to bind my thigh cuffs to my ankle cuffs with rope. Then…silence. 

And through the silence, I heard some faint sounds. Buckles? But I was as neatly bound as a pretzel. She lowered the blindfold, and I looked over at her. And gasped. She looked so startlingly, amazingly…sexy doesn’t quite cut it.  

Like me, she wore a garter belt with thigh-high stockings. Unlike me, she was wearing a leather harness with that dildo. Something about it, her straight shoulders and small breasts, the stockings...her feminine form with that fake cock, the way she stood with her legs apart, hands on her hips, her head tilted back to look down at me. All her power made me shiver with the strangest combination of anticipation and fear. 

Then she pulled the blindfold back down. Every sensation heightened, and I quivered like a little rabbit. I felt her swing over me, and her dildo poised at my entrance. “Playtime is over, little girl. I really want to stretch out this little pussy. Let’s see how much it can take.” 

“If it pleases you. Mistress.” 

“Such an eager whore, pretending she’s doing this to please me, when she just wants some orgasms for her horny, desperate pussy. Your little slit is drenched.” I loved her dirty talk, those words that made me feel like a bold slut when I was normally so anxious and aloof. I loved that feeling of being desirable, of being a purely sexual being…

And the degradation of her words momentarily silenced me, until I screamed as she abruptly penetrated me. So stuffed, and she went deeper and harder with each thrust, so that I was gasping and panting, impaled against her. I’d never felt so wonderfully, fully owned in my entire life. That feeling made me pour more cum so that I was dripping and messing the sheets. “God, you’re soaked. You’re getting wet me with it, desperate, needy little slut.” 

“Yes, please Mistress, please...” 

“Yeah, you like this, don’t you? You like being fucked hard and your little cunt being used and owned. Show me how much you like, show me how much you love your Mistress railing your small -”

But before she could finish, I grabbed hold of the wicked pleasure her degrading words sent through me, and cried out when I was hit with an orgasm that I felt through my entire body. My pussy spasmed as she laughed breathlessly. I squeezed the dildo so tight that she stopped thrusting for a few moments, the rest of my body rigid. I laid, limp and spent, beneath her and shivered. She kept riding me. When her moans turned more urgent, I moaned with her, still spasming with aftershocks that were building into another orgasm. Her thrusts grew frantic, and my frantic little cries mingled with her moans, more and more of them until I screamed and shook. She groaned and finally dropped on top of me, spent. 

I, ever so slowly, became aware again of how lovely her warm weight felt, and how deeply uncomfortable it was to have my wrists restrained against the back of my neck. 

“Mistress, how did you -” 

She laughed, rising off of me, unbinding my wrists first, then my thighs and ankles before she spoke. “I’ll show you.” She turned me around, and took off the harness, then pulled the dildo out of her. “This smaller part goes inside of me. And the larger part for the girl whose pussy I want to stretch. That’s you!” Her voice sounded absolutely delighted. “Here…” She lifted the smaller end to my mouth and made me take the whole thing into my mouth so that I could taste her cum. “I will make you swallow and lick my cum every time I orgasm with you.” 

“Thank you. It would be my pleasure.” She laughed, low and husky, before reaching down off the side of the bed and into the damnable duffle bag of tricks. My eyes went wide when she showed me an even larger monster of a galaxy-colored fantasy dildo. “Mistress, do you think I can take that?”

“Of course. A dirty little slut like you needs to have her pussy stretched. You’re so lucky to have a Mistress that understands that.” She slipped her hand into mine. I squeezed it back, and gave her a small nod. If she wanted to see me stretched for her, then I’d learned to love being stretched. 

“I’m scared.” That was one part. The other part of me was secretly thrilled to have her force that thing into me. It would hurt so deliciously to be so full. I’d be her whore, since I was so little and it was so big. 

“Poor little thing, it must be so hard to want such dirty things to be done to you. To be so horny for it. We both know how much your slutty cunt needs this. And of course Mistress will take care of you. After this, five days with no playing with your pussy, so that it can recover. You’ll stay pretty and tight until next time Mistress wants to stretch your little pussy again. Oh, but don’t worry about your Mistress. I’ll still enjoy you and let you eat out my pussy.” 

I laid back, moaning over the way she combined adoration and care with degradation and threats. I felt so utterly safe, I trusted her so much. And I drew up my knees, and opened my legs for her. She stroked my face gently, and positioned that huge monster at my already sore, freshly fucked hole. I shuddered at what was coming next, and felt the wetness bloom again. She drew her thumb against my clit, and I arched towards her…and started to push that thing into me. 

“It’s so big. I feel so stuffed, Mistress.” I gasped as she managed to get the head inside of me. 

“And I’ll stuff that pretty tight pussy some more. Good thing I don’t have a cock, because your gaping pussy will be useless after this.” I cried out as another burst of sensuality hit me, along with a flood of wetness. With one hand, she pushed me open more and with the other, she pushed that monster in deeper. I writhed, moaning and arching needily even while my hole resisted that intrusion. 

“Please, oh my god, please, please, I need it so bad. Please fuck me.” I yelped with the most delightful combination of pleasure with just the right amount of stretch-y pain as she kept going, pushing into half-inch by heavenly half-inch, fucking it in and out. That pain tempering the extreme pleasure felt so amazing. I felt so beautifully, perfectly slutty, so sexual, so much like I had my own version of sexual prowess and god-like-ness in my utter willingness to be nothing but an object for use. No ego, no self left, I was just a set of holes that brought my powerful, controlled, nurturing goddess delight and pleasure. 

“You’re an insatiable little whore, aren’t you, darling? You pretend to be so good and sweet, when all you really want is to be fucked hard. You’re so desperate and needy that you begged me for this, didn’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Mistress, yes, please fuck me, please, please make me cum, oh my god, please -” 

“I don’t need to. Because you’re such an eager little whore that having little cunt turned into a cavern by your Mistress is going to fucking make y-” I screamed, blood pounding in my ears, eyes squeezed shut, pleasure undulating through my entire body, lost to everything but that extreme sensation that racked my entire body. I writhed and trembled, gasping as black tears streamed down my face. 

And slowly, slowly, as I came back, shuddering, noticing that she had pulled it out of me and was petting my hair and looking at me so tenderly. “Pretty ruined girl.” She kissed me, then sat me up so I could drink some water. I swear she loved doing kind, nurturing things like making sure I was hydrated and fed at least as much as she loved fucking and degrading me. “Now, I want you to climb on top of me, with your pussy in my face while you lick mine.” 

She laid back, and I crawled onto her, my knees on either side, and … it was so deliciously humiliating to have my stretched, sore, destroyed pussy in my Mistress’ face. Especially when she reached up and pushed me open so she could have a better view. Then I saw her pussy, and even better, smelled her sweet, musky, almost spicy scent. I lapped her up with my tongue, then gently tugged on her nether lips with my lips, before opening her up to drink her sweet wetness. I could never get enough of it. And it was right there, her two holes. One I’d not explored at all yet. Curiously and gently, I licked her tight little ass. I could feel her contract protectively before I tongue-fucked her pussy. “You’re such an eager little slut for Mistress’s holes…” Hell yeah. So I licked again, while I used two fingers to penetrate her, letting her wetness wet my face. She moaned as I licked her clit and rubbed my face all over those lovely flower-like folds. I used my tongue to circle her clit before I sucked on it. I could hear her excited moans and felt her pussy swell. Her face was so close to my pussy that I could feel its warmth…I knew I was getting her close, and then went deeper with my fingers and sucked her clit harder…and then I felt her let go, groaning and lying back, her muscles fluttering around my fingers. 

“Holy fuck…” When she was able to speak again, but that wasn’t enough. So I licked her ass and she moaned, and I pushed my thumb against the hood of her clit, exposing that delicious little pink pearl and rubbing it with my thumb as I licked and tasted her darker hole. I felt so dark for enjoying that, for wanting to explore her there. I was a depraved, degraded little whore. I thrust two fingers into her, finding the soft sponge-like spot that made her cry out with pleasure. And I licked harder, trying to push my tongue into that tiny resisting hole as I rubbed her pussy and played with her pretty, pretty clit. 

“Yesss, little slut, make me cum all over your face.” Yes, Mistress, I thought as I sucked hard, pulled her clit into my mouth, knowing that was the thing that would drive her right off that cliff. Her pussy was so puffed up with pleasure. She was so close, her breath ragged and her moans faster and faster… And then she went stiff and cried out, almost a scream, as she drenched my mouth, chin, and cheeks with her cum and her gorgeous pussy squeezed my fingers so tight that it forced me to stop thrusting. I went back to licking all the delicious cum she was pouring out for me, getting as much of it as I could on my fingers, my face, and in my mouth. 

She was lying still, and I crawled up into her arms. She pulled me in closer. “How did you get so good at that, little girl?” 

I hid my face against her shoulder. “It’s easy with you. Do you like anal play?”

She lifted my face to hers. “It made you soaking wet when you licked me. And having my little slut enjoy degrading herself for me is sexy.”

I felt - very warm. “Layla, are you blushing?” I hid my face again. “Oh, such a cute little slut! You let me do so many incredibly dirty things to you, and that makes you blush.” 

“It was supposed to be about you. I - I want to please you.” 

“Ohhhh. Well, if a submissive didn’t enjoy things, then why would she - they - do them?”

“To please their mistress. Or master. Or whatever.” 

“Which pleases them. You were experiencing pleasure at pleasuring me, and I took pleasure in your pleasure, which made me enjoy it more, and so on. That’s the way it should be. It’s a power and pleasure exchange. An exchange, not just flowing from you to me.” 

“But isn’t it a game that you’re taking from me?”

“No, I don’t like that, similar to how I don’t like CNC. It’s not a game. I want it to be as real  as possible.” 

“But you’ll deny me orgasms?”

“But that’s real…and I enjoy the feeling of power and control that gives me, and watching you get more desperate. It’s not a normal kink I enjoy, until that first time when we were texting and you asked. And you’ll get more intense pleasure when you can have orgasms again.” 

“I like feeling desperate. It makes me feel so slutty and extroverted, not anxious like I normally am.”

“It’s very flattering. I mean, you being desperate for me and you are always complimenting me. And something about the energy between us reminds me to enjoy life. At least, the more sensory parts of life. I do love you, little minx, with your anxieties.”

She was so thoughtful, so philosophical, and I love her so much. In case I haven’t made that painfully obvious. “When we were breaking up, my college girlfriend cried that I never complimented her, so I remind myself to do that now. I love you, Mistress.” I snuggled against her, and she entwined her legs around mine for a few silent moments. 

“You know what would be fun? If I tied you to a chair, plugged your little ass closed and clamped your little pussy wide open, and then…left you like that while I made you dinner.” 

I shivered, imagining that I was tied up to a chair like yesterday, but for like an hour while she cooked…and came over sometimes to tell me what a little slut I was for getting her chair soaking wet, or to tease or slap me. And then maybe she’d make me eat her out after dinner…denying me any release. 

“Layla, are you horny again? You’re whimpering, little slut.” She was whispering in my ears, and her hand was between my thighs. “I am going to clean the black tears off your face and give you a warm bath so you can sleep.”

I whimpered again, snuggling against her. “Layla, c’mon, be a good little girl.” She stood up. 

I moaned but got up to follow her. “Yes, Mistress.” I don’t know how she managed to keep me in that horny subspace mindset so well.