Dom story: Reward

If you were well behaved,

maybe I would reward you sometimes.

As long as I control it

some pleasure is acceptable.

Maybe I would let you pay for it

with pain or service.

But you would have to work hard

because I already own

your pain and service.

Of course I would bring you close to coming

and then back to suffering.

Maybe, if I felt generous,

I would tie your hands

in way that you could touch yourself.

I would push my cock through your beautiful lips.

When my cock is in your mouth,

you must keep eye contact with me.

No closing your eyes.

No hiding from what you have brought upon yourself.

Your eyes are mine too.

You are only allowed to touch yourself

as long as you are sucking and licking my cock.

You better hurry.

Fucking a face as beautiful as yours,

I don't think it will take me long to come.

Maybe you will finish yourself off

before I fill your throat with semen.

Or maybe you'll get right to the edge

and I will tie your hands again,

not knowing when you might have another chance.

Dom story: Pinwheel

Imagine kneeling,

in front of a mirror,

your legs spread enough for me to kneel behind you,

my knees between your legs

so you cannot close them.

Your arms are tied behind your back.

My hand is high on your throat,

with just a little force,

to keep your head tilted back.

Your back is arched

and your breasts are sticking up and out,

totally exposed.

In my other hand,

I have a pinwheel roller.

I'm exploring your body.

It only takes a little bit more pressure

to go from a funny tingle to pain,

especially in the most sensitive areas.

Think about how vulnerable and helpless you feel.

Every move I make brings a moan or a yelp from you.

You struggle a little

but you know that I have complete control.

If you try to say something,

to beg for relief,

I simply extinguish the words with that hand on your throat.

All you can do is hope that I will stop soon

but why would I?

You think maybe if you move and moan just right,

I'll get aroused

and get more concerned about my pleasure

than your torment

but don't forget,

your torment,

your helplessness,

is my pleasure.