“There’s Nothing More Erotic Than Hugging A Woman From Behind, Leaning Down And Kissing Her Neck

She doesn't even need to speak Her commands. She just makes a licking motion with Her tongue and you instantly know what you have to do.

Sunday morning.

(Inspired by an anonymous request.)

I would love for you to do one of Madison Beer having you in chastity and saying how you are her good boy

You often still wondered how you ended up with a girl like her. She was the most beautiful and popular girl at school. Most jocks tried to get with her but she had no interest in any of them.

She had you. A perfect match, you shared your love for music and dancing and when she was busy as a cheerleader, she'd still go out of her way to look for you and greet you.

You were perfect together.

After she texted you were waiting for her in her dorm room like she had told you to do. You were on her bed, naked except for the little metal chastity cage she kept you in.

You shivered a little when you could hear her approach her room with her friends. The door unlocked and she snuck inside so they couldn't see you.

She locked the door and smiled, still wearing her outfit.

"There's my good, obedient little boy." She purred. You watched her lift her skirt and pull down her panties. Your cock started dancing in excitement.

"Ah... H.hi Madison." You say with a little quiver as being naked in her room had you quite on edge.

"Glad you are happy to see me too, Y/N." She teased while walking over to the bed. She climbed on and swung her leg over you before planting her pussy on your face, your tongue eager to serve her.

"Aaahnn... Mmmm.. that feels good. Such a good boy." She moaned while you helped her relax.

You diligently worked her sex and your own body was buzzing, cock pulsing like crazy. Her moans and breathing got more erratic and louder, you felt her hands grip your thighs and her hips couldn't stop grinding.

She was going to cum.

"Ohh..fuck.. baby!! B.baby!!" She cried out before her body tensed up as you sent her off. She covered her mouth before she screamed it out.

Her muffled cry broke and you start cumming with her, you moaned from underneath her as your own body squirmed.

"Baby!? Oh my god, you're cumming?" She moaned as more cum shot through the bars of the cage.

You both were shuddering and trembling until she shuffled forwards as her sex got too sensitive.

"Ohh ffuck... I can't believe you came from eating me out." She purred. "That's so fucking hot."

Madison climbed off your lap before scooping up your cum and sliding her jizz covered fingers into your mouth.

She bit her lip as she watched you gobble up your own seed without a single complaint.

"Y/N... You are just perfect... So kinky, so submissive... I love you."

Contrasts story ©2024 Julanni O art Contrast ©2024 PrincessHinami

Indeed, the contrasts are startling.

But for your head, you are completely encased in skin-tight latex, all black to contrast the light reflecting off its gleaming surface. And by contrast, she wears no latex. In fact, her pale skin is completely on display; she is wearing nothing more than the smile upon her face, a smile that's meant to lull you into relaxing, thinking you might be safe with her. In fact, she smiles because she knows she has you under her control, and you, by contrast, have no control whatsoever.

Your freedom is a thing of the past, your latex-clad arms and hands are held helplessly behind you in sturdy leather cuffs, a chain tethering them up to the special rubber collar, preventing you from wiggling them around to any different position. By contrast, her hands are free, and she is completely free to do with them whatever she wants. And at this very moment, her fingers are playfully testing the elasticity of your snug synthetic second skin as she teases your breast with her touch and tenderly pinches the nipple beneath the shiny surface, smiling a bit more as you react with a moan, proving a certain level of effectiveness in her practically effortless actions.

Your mouth is filled with the last pair of panties you were allowed to wear, humiliating you with their presence and their flavor, while strips of adhesive tape seal your lips, preventing you from ejecting the offending undergarment and helping to rob you of your words, crippling your ability to communicate. There is no begging for mercy now. But by contrast, her lips are free, her mouth casually telling you how pleased she is to have you under her complete control, how pretty you are when you are so helpless and vulnerable, and she smiles more broadly as she whispers to you as one lover to another about the diabolical torments she has planned for you, and how, this time, you will find escape impossible.

Yes, I see all these contrasts, and I also know you have been unaware of my presence behind you. I have been enjoying how focused you are upon your blonde mistress as you are so highly concerned with your very near future. You notice the casually cruel woman glance over your shoulder, grin slightly wider, then look you in the eye again. That's when you get the idea the two of you might not be alone, and you turn your head, looking back to find me standing there, smiling and nodding at the bare skinned blonde. Not having formally met her, I don't know who she is, but I approve of how she handles you in this moment.

I smile at you, pointing out one last contrast. This is your castle, your property, the realm you own. And now, by contrast, it owns you, as you shall now be the imprisoned property of your own dungeon, your frustrated moans of sensual need now belonging to this blonde woman, as much as your screams of agony will be owned, entrapped behind the gag. I nod to her in approval, then turn to you again and smile that I will see you after her month of keeping you in her cruel care. Then it's my turn.

How many people will have their month of owning the now-powerless princess who so cruelly treated them in the past? How many months will bleed into the next, when you will be passed along to the next person seeking their retribution? As you think of all the people you have wronged, you worry this could take years. Perhaps, when you wore the crown, you should have planted seeds of kindness and empathy, and you would now be reaping a more pleasant harvest.

Isn't karma a bitch?

Assertive Young Ladies #94

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