A Cock Sucking Sub? Never!
Last night I had another of my devilishly dirty dreams about a guy I’d been talking to on the phone. He’d been teasing me saying that I wasn’t the tough British domina that I liked to portray myself as. Of course, I’d normally bitch slap him across the room and call him a sissy. But in my dream, it all went the other way and I became a cock sucking sub.
In my country house up in the wilds, he ordered me to bring a cushion from the sofa and pointed at the parquet floor in front of his feet. I nervously placed the cushion in front of him because I guessed what was coming next. I wasn’t wrong; he brusquely ordered me to kneel and slapped me sharply across my face.
He made me take his hands and clasp my fingers between his. I knelt in front of him, hands locked in place by his powerful grasp, unable to move. I stared directly at his crotch, transfixed by the growing bulge. “Rub your face against it, bitch” he brutally squeezed my trapped fingers between his.
Now kiss it, you slut!
Completely humiliated, I rubbed my face against his bulging erection. First one cheek and then the other, then my chin and forehead. I felt his cock harden, straining against his trousers. “Now kiss it, you slut!” I obeyed his orders of course, kissing his dick through the cloth and pressing hard against it with my lips like a true cock sucking sub.
“Now pull my zip down with your teeth.” I suddenly hated him for both exciting and humiliating me at the same time, and hesitated to obey. A sharp pain in my fingers sent my mouth probing for his zip. Teasing it out with my tongue, I bit down on it between my front teeth. By wriggling my back a little and lowering my head I was able to jerk the zip down.
His erect cock slipped out of his boxers and stuck out in front of him. He released my hands and unbuckled his belt, dropping it next to me. Stepping back, he let his trousers and boxers fall to his ankles. “Put the belt around your neck like a dog leash, bitch.” Powerless, and with my heart beating frantically, I looped the leather belt around my neck, pulling it tight. “Now come to me on your hands and knees!”
I crawled forward until I was in front of him again. He grabbed the belt and pulled it tight, forcing me to lower my head from side to side. Wrapping the free length of the belt several times around his fist, he pulled me closer. Then he ordered me to lick his cock. At first, I ran my tongue up and down his length, then swirled the tip of my tongue around his glans. Moaning quietly, he pushed it deep into my mouth.
I’m Only Here To Serve
I covered my teeth with my lips and sucked hard as he pulled at the belt and ran his fingers roughly through my hair. In spite of myself, I was deeply aroused. I reached between my legs and tried to rub myself but he yanked the belt and slapped my face. “You’re not here to have fun, you’re here to serve me.” To prove the point, he thrust his cock deeper into my mouth. Holding my head firmly, he deliberately fucked my mouth like a cock sucking sub!
Any dignity I’d had was gone. With my eyes closed, I relaxed my neck muscles and responded to his thrusting cock like a deranged slut. It didn’t take long after that. I felt him stiffen and shudder and heard him moan loudly. A split second later the first jet of hot cum spurted into my mouth. I sucked harder as he filled my mouth. Suddenly he produced a dog bowl and ordered me to spit out his cum and then lap it up, like the bitch I am. The urge was too much and I squirted as I barked and begged for more.
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