Disclaimer for extremely degrading language in the context of an entirely consensual bdsm scene

Violet was as kinky as I am, which is saying a lot. She still is, but she was, too. The most perverse messages I could come up with are what would turn her on the most. To the point where she would have trouble texting back because of what she called "melty brain." I called it subspace, but same difference.

We met on Feeld, the only dating app I use anymore (unless reddit personals count). Our first date went about as well as it could have... as did our second, third, fourth, etc. Maybe I'll get to those stories at some point, but today's tale takes place a couple months after meeting. By this point, we had seen each other maybe eight times and texted almost non stop-- established trust, discussed kinks at great length, and determined what each other needed out of aftercare. I will stress here that everything described below had been thoroughly talked about beforehand. Even sexting on the matter beforehand was discussed afterwards to make sure that we were both comfortable with the words used and the acts described. Anyways...

Violet, a solid foot shorter than me with curly light brown hair and gorgeous hazel eyes, came straight to my house. As discussed, I began objectifying her immediately. Staring at her body instead of her face. Having her stand and turn and pose for me so I could admire her better. It was ten minutes at most before we got to the bedroom. I pulled down the yoga pants I had instructed her to wear and revealed a pair of thin white panties. I rubbed her through them as I began pulling my own pants down. I drew the waistband of her panties back to rub my head against her clit. She held back a moan, knowing that I hadn't yet given her permission to cum.

Looking into her eyes, I told her, "You know you deserve this. You've been so naughty this week. How many times did you masturbate without my permission?" She accepted her punishment, and held out the waistband of her panties while I steadied myself. I stroked my own cock, with the head still pressing against her pussy lips. It remained there until I began cumming. I soaked her slit with my semen and squeezed the last several drops out before gently putting her panties back in place. "Thank you, Daddy," she said, as I rubbed the wet gusset into her lips.

After that, we had a lovely, wholesome date. Coffee, an art gallery, shopping. Every once in a while, I would lean down and ask her something like, "How's my little princess doing?" Or, "How does it feel having my cum soaking your cunt?" Each brief aside would leave her at a loss for words. Three agonizing (for her) hours later, we were back at my place.

We were in bed and making out, with my hands wandering around her body when I began removing her clothes. I stripped her down to her still wet panties. I commented on how filthy they were. How she was such a messy little girl. I looked her in the eyes and told her to grind on the bulge in my jeans. She complied. I held her hips down and looked into her eyes. She already looked on edge. My palm striking her cheek only exacerbated that. I told her what a pathetic slut she was, how pitiful it was that she was humping my leg like an animal. She whimpered and nodded her agreement.

Now, I don't have some sort of magic dick or anything, it's just that Violet is embarrassingly easy to make cum (her words, not mine). So after just a minute or so of grinding on me like that, she asked permission to cum. I denied her. She told me she really needed to, that she was so close. I denied her. She tried to slow down her grinding, but I slapped her across the face again and told her to keep going. She kept mewling, "Daddy.... Daddy... Daddy..." until she started writhing.

"You vile little cunt. How fucking dare you. No, don't stop grinding. I know you're sensitive. I know it hurts. I don't care. Keep going." She nodded and obeyed. It wasn't long before she asked if she could cum again. She said she was close. I spat on her face. She shuddered and repeated, "I'm sorry, I'm sorryyyyyy," as she came a second time, my saliva dripping down her chin. "You stupid fucking bitch. Didn't I tell you not to cum?" She nodded and whimpered, but kept humping me this time.

I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed the sides of her neck. She leaned in to cut off her air even more. "Don't do it. No, you can't cum. Don't you fucking dare. Look at me. Dirty little whores don't get to cum, is that understood?" She nodded, but curled her face in distress as she began moaning again, seizing up on my lap. I told her to open her mouth this time, and spat in it. "Fucking disgusting. You're a worthless piece of trash, you know that? One fucking rule, and you can't help yourself." I laughed in her face as she came again... and again... and again. I lost count of how many times she debased herself on my jeans, but it eventually reduced her to tears.

At that point, I gave her a respite and ended the scene, letting her curl up onto my chest as I wrapped my arms around her. I reminded her that she was safe, that she was ok. I whispered what a good little girl she was and how proud of her I was. I pulled a sheet over us, I stroked her hair back, and I held her tight until she calmed down. When I checked in with her, she told me she was blissed out and very happy with everything we had done. She said she could have even kept going. But all she needed was water and for me to cuddle up under a blanket with her. And so we did.

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