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Besides, Jerald doesn't look like the kind of man who would consider other people's opinion but his. “The Submissive will freely serve Sir sexually in any way. Any way?” She took a moment to adjust the information and then sighed. “The Submissive will accept punishments from Sir within the limits defined.” She read each and every limit. Which lead to the use of sex toys and she had to search each and one of them on the internet on her new phone and she started to make changes. No clippers, no unnecessary objects inside of me she says. “If The Submissive cannot immediately obey an instruction, she must kneel down in front of Sir and state the valuable reason why.” Oh come on.

He probably will be pissed by my attitude, who knows. I send another response, still smiling. “Come get me daddy.” I wait for his message patiently after sending mine. But all I get from him is silence. With a heavy sigh, I give up and just when I am going to drop my phone, a text arrives and I tap on the screen, my eyes shining with expectation. Knox: Do you still want my cock buried in your wet pussy? I squeeze my thighs as warmth pulses through my insides. It doesn’t take much to turn me on, not much at all.

I can't wait to find out. Sent. I add a text. Ava: I can say you're right. I see the icon that shows he's typing. Good. His message drops now. Kai: Ava. Another one comes in. Kai: I want more. I’d do anything just to see all of you. You drive me insane. Ava: Anything? Kai: Anything, sweetheart. You have no clue what you're making me want to do right now. Ava: And what's that?

"See how needy he is for a cock?" "Y-yes," the submissive choked out, trembling. "I bet he’ll get filled up with cum, too. Just like you. In his mouth, then his ass." The submissive let out another broken whimper. "Please..." The voice at my waist drew my focus back down. I looked down at the man on his knees, caressing his cheek gently. "Tell me," I urged quietly. "Please fuck me."

The day flew by and again I was looking forward to getting home. Each time I edged it took a little less time before I had to quit. I was sure that by Friday Victoria would want to play and would tease me for being such an easy to climax slut. But Friday took on new meaning when Susan sent me a text inviting me to go out to a bar and see a band that her friend played in. Normally that would be a great Friday night. But I wanted something else. I wanted Victoria to control my vibes and make me cum over and over again. I was in a quandary. I had no message from Victoria saying she wanted to play and I did like going out with Susan. So I did what a good submissive does and sent a message to my

I swallowed, and my fingers typed the fastest text I had ever conjured. Me: I’m at the office. Can you come? Beth: If you’ll forgive me, I will Me: Forgiveness is overrated Beth. Why forgive you when I can bend you over my table? I’ll spread your ass as I pump into you hard for being such a bad girl. Beth: Keep going Me: I’ll fist your hair as I fuck you. Deny you orgasm a few times Beth: Asshole Me: I know. When you are about to come, I’ll pull out.

My thumb scrolled down again, this time, my spirit tugged me towards a section labelled; correction. My breath hitched. ‘The submissive is expected to obey the dominant in all things without question. She is to procure the services of a gynaecologist of the Dominant’s choice every three months for contraceptives. The submissive shall be punished with any or more of these things once the dominant sees her actions as requiring such treatment…. Does the submissive consent to the use of;

I waited for his message for a few minutes, scrolling down the I*******m reels but he didn't reply. I pouted sadly, but the next moment only a grin flashed on my face as an idea popped into my mind to kill the time. Let's make a list of 'tips to control Dom' for my obedient submissives. I opened the notes app on my phone and wrote the title' tips to control Dom.' Max's P.O.V. Lara went to the washroom, keeping her phone on the bed. As her phone beeped constantly, I couldn't stop my sudden urge to see who is sending so many messages to her.

He accepts both without comment. After a while, I realise what he’s actually doing. He’s writing it like a contract. Each sentence starts the same way. The submissive will. The submissive will drink three full glasses of water a day. The submissive will eat three meals. The submissive will message you if I miss a meal. He writes down everything I agree to, carefully, like it matters. And when he’s finished writing my part, he pauses, then looks up. “What do you expect from me, Red?”

God, I was pathetic. Kai (or whoever the hell was texting me tonight) had been edging me for three straight days with nothing but filthy messages. No release. Just “slow circles on that pretty clit, baby, but don’t you dare cum” followed two hours later by “three fingers deep, fuck yourself like I would, then stop right there you greedy little whore.” My pussy was so swollen it hurt to even look at. I’d finally snapped. My right hand moved in lazy, torturous circles around my clit, slick as hell from the hour I’d already been teasing myself.