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Earning the right to cum.
Date: 6/24/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, BDSM, Bestiality, Coercion, Cruelty, Humiliation, Mind Control, Reluctance, Violence, Author: littlequitter, Rating: 20, Source: sexstories.com
“You wanna cum, huh?” I stared up at you wordlessly. It’s Monday morning and I’m perched on the kitchen stool drinking coffee, you were making eggs until I opened my big stupid mouth. Now you’re turned toward me, arms folded, spatula clasped loosely in one hand. Gaze steady. My hands fiddled with the belt that cinched around my waist and connected between my legs, and I wanted to yell back, yes, I want to cum I fucking need to, I’ve had this thing on me six months and it is slowly driving me insane.. but that wasn’t exactly an option. And ordinarily I could deal with it, with the constant feeling of emptiness and the fitful grinding squirming nights, (and the dreams, always the dreams) but this week I have assignments due, big ones, and I need to concentrate, if I could just cum once it might relieve the constant, nagging gnawing need.. He sighs. “Speak up, pumpkin.” I breathe in, shakily. “Well Daddy it’s just, I’ve got this project due in a couple of days and I’m pretty behind already, and I’m not thinking too straight and I just thought-” He casually cuts me off. I think of saw blades. “You just thought, huh.” My mouth shuts so fast I hear my teeth click. He advances on me. Stands over me, menacing, eyes burning a hole in the top of my head. I stare down at my coffee. I can feel my shoulders shivering, gooseflesh rising. He’s got a voice like teeth in your neck, Daddy does, and I hunch my shoulders around the nape of my neck in vain preparation. When he speaks, though, ...