1. Cherry's New Explorations


    Date: 11/14/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: bigbubblygurlnc, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    bristles were hitting my clit and I began to cum. With his urging, I continued to pump my pussy and gave him the second cum he was requiring. He also requested more pictures. I tried to do two things at once and I failed miserably. None of my shots were coming out and I was starting to lose the build up to my cum. I told him of my troubles. He told me that the cum was the most important part and stay focused on that. Once I focused, in just one minute, I was cumming for the second time in the bathroom stall. He pushed for more and required a third cum. My thighs shook and the restroom began to fill. Losing my focus, he brought me back by starting a count down. I moaned softly around the handle in my mouth. I took my hands off the hair brush in my pussy and began to rub my clit. My name, cumpainslut and the number one was what pushed me over the edge. I was cumming all over the hair brush handle in my pussy and softly moaning around the handle in my mouth. I leaned on the wall for support, I took the brush in my mouth and put it in the bag. My breathing slowed, I took the brush out of his pussy and snapped a picture on the cum covered handle. Then per his standing requirement, I sucked on the musky, sweet, tasty handle from my pussy. I snapped a shot of the handle in my mouth and then sent both to him. Back in my seat, I tried to concentrate on the spread sheet in front of me. All I could think of was the throbbing of my clit. I had never been so aware of my body and my urges ...
    in all my life. This experience was the opposite of other controlling relationships I have been in. Those have been about keeping me from cumming and suppressing my urges. This one was about expressing those urges, pushing limits and cumming often. Yes there was pain mixed with the pleasure but if the pain hindered the pleasure, the pain was set aside. When I got home that night, per the requirements of the day, I pinned my pussy lips and clit with eight clothes pins to cum for him. With just one pin, I knew that was not going to make me cum. The focus was the cum, not the vehicle that it came in. I was naked on the sofa and my legs were spread wide. My fingers worked my wet slit. I whispered to myself, “Cum for him. Give him the cum he requires. You are his slut, cum for him.” The tension built as my fingers rubbed my clit in circles. I worked my clit faster as I started chanting over and over, “Cum for your owner.” The eighth cum of the day shook through my body. As I laid there panting, I reflected on the last few days and the right turn my life had taken. It was like a whole new world opened up for me. I have been forever changed by this experience. I could not go back to the way things were, even if I wanted. I could not get him out of head. Every pulse of my clit or tingle of nipples were all due to him. His words from the other day filled my head. "You will love me more than all of them and everyone else combined." Each day those words were getting closer and closer to ...
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