Catalina Loves

You. 100% smooth. naked
hands bound.
over your head, like a diver
you’re laying face up on the bed
blindfolded
I pull your legs wide apart. You resist, because you feel shame.
I insist, and look at your perfect pink pussy, growing moist in response to my force, and your helplessness.
My fingers lightly rub your labia
You blossom with wetness
I slide my fingers inside you, pressing your g-spot
My free hand lightly grabs your throat, then moves toward your nipples. Pinching, pulling.
The restraint makes it easy to control you.
I put two fingers in your mouth to suck.
They are fresh from your cunt.
Yes, it’s your cunt now, because you’re wet, and one step away from begging.

Whore

You’re a whore because your lust rages through you. You would not be my submissive if you could help it.
You want to pull my hair, tease my cock, make me ask you to come. I feel your fingers twist in my hair, as I’m making you cum. You want to, but your cunt is a whore, and you can’t do it. You’re mine. Damn it. It would be so much easier if you weren’t, but you’re mine.
But…
Your pussy drips when I hit you, and you moan when I call you my cumslut.

You love, in the moment, that I can pull truth from you. That I can get you to say that you love my cum. You love come. All over you. Your face, tongue, throat, tits, ass, pussy. I wish I could pump a quart into you.

You hear the lighter strike. You know what I’m doing.

I feed you my cock as I say, “I have lit a white taper. I’m going to drip hot wax on your bare skin, and watch how your pussy responds. That’s the key. Your pussy likes it rough. Your pussy wants to kneel. You pussy wants to give your ass to men, plural, and be gangbanged by a host of nameless cocks.

You would love to be the center of a bukkake scene. You hate bukkake, but you would love to be that cum soaked slut. Nothing but meat to fuck, all will gone save the will to fuck, and the yearning for cum. A true cumslut. No discernible features

A slut who’s adored like a goddess.

The candle drips on your stomach. You jump, and gasp. I grab your bound hands, and yank you back. “Don’t you move, unless you want me to wax your clit. You are mine. Hold still. If your pussy hates this, I’ll stop.”
Another stream of wax, between your tits. Your moaning. It’s hot. It hurts, but your pussy is soaking the mattress, and my fingers have turned into a fist inside you.

“I will always take care of you, my little girl. I’ll give your pussy what it aches for, do you believe that?”

“Yes, Master.”

A gentle slap on your cheek combined with my instant withdrawal of my hand from your cunt makes you shudder.

“I’m not your master right now, little baby. I’m your loving daddy.” (my cock touches your lips, and you’re instantly a submissive, loving, adoring sucking little whore. Daddy’s little whore.)

You press your face as hard as you can against me, pushing my cock down your throat. You love it right at the boundary of gagging. That thick drool acts as lube and I stroke it while your tongue licks the tip, and the precum that makes you moan. One of these days I’ll break your pride about my cum, and force those moans into words. Those words would be filthy and needy.

The wax falls again, on your thighs, then stomach, then tits, then right on the nipple. Your spasms of avoidance become thrusts and counterpoint. Daddy plays you like a instrument. You are Daddy’s favorite.
Daddy’s one and only.

The wax is past pain. It never hurt that bad, it just didn’t feel that good. IT’s beyond good now. You’re adrift in the Floating World, a slave to sensation. You fight the ropes, just to be denied. If I grabbed your hair and made you look in the mirror, you’d have to admit that you’re a slaveslutwhorecuntanalblowjobpasslickinganybody’s whore. Your desire makes you anybody’s. But your daddy lets that beast out, and lets it run. Then Daddy tames it. You like to be hurt, sexually. You like to be hit, sexually. You like to be called filthy demeaning names, sexually. You love being “forced” to indulge your cum slut. You love it that I fuck you roughly, and make you say you need a Master. You hate it too, because your pride would rather I never know what a whore you are, even though that means you would never suck me off and savor my cum. That’s why I hit you. Because your pride would keep all that from me, and leave me with a twice a week missionary sex life.. all because your ego says you’re too good to kneel and wear a collar.

All these words come out. You’re fucking the falling wax. Wherever it lands it’s like the thrust of a cock.
Your tits are encased in wax, as is your pelvis, all but your cunt. Your cunt that shines with wetness. Your smell pervades the room. You’re mad with sensation. Your daddy is your compass. You need only obey me.

At your core, there is much, but at the center, right before Godhood, is a gorgeous woman with a collar and a lead. She needs Him. That’s the Achilles Heel. You are a domme, a whore, lesbian, cocksucker, polyamorous, partying, no strings, top, bottom, anal whore.  But… what touches and reaches you is Daddy. My love. All this pain, intensity, restraint exists to punch through your pride, and your ego (you schemer you) and get to the need.

I make you say it, while squeezing the wax off your tits, while slapping your clit, your face, and fingering your ass… you need me, you need me..
You roar like a possessed soul. Take me. Take me. Take me, I say over and over, and then… I’m cumming in your mouth, and all is white and still. You’re gone. The first taste of cum sent you off.
For minutes you writhe and cum. Then you return to your senses in my arms. Soft kisses and head rubs.
My girl.
My Precious girl.