“Get down on your knees here,” I pointed to the ground. “And beg us not to make you do it.”
He looked torn. What a choice. He thought, turning his head. He peered back toward the store. Blue and I looked at him. I knew it was turning her on, too. I leaned over and whispered so Andy couldn’t hear, “I could use that vibrator right about now.”
An hour later, Derek was truly hot. He was corseted, in black thigh highs and garters, in black panties and bra. His falsies gave him nice sized tits (Vicki pointed out that hers were bigger) and the corset made his waist looked tiny. We didn’t have shoes for them, but Mitch volunteered to go to the drag shop to buy him pumps in exchange for “thirty minutes alone with the hot tart” – I told him no. That might ruin Derek for good.
“Shouldn’t you be down on your knees? I thought you knew how to worship a woman!?” she hissed. This time she got up, grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved him to the ground.
The next thing he felt was her heel at the back of his neck. He could smell the scent of the sweat. The other shoe was shoved under his nose.
He gagged on it. He shut his eyes tight and I was the one to laugh at him. “How does it taste!? You are going to learn to love it!” I told him as he swallowed it down. “You are going to be coating your lips with it. You are going to be drinking it from my shoe. You are going to be licking it off my pussy. You are going to be sucking it off a dildo. You are going to be begging me to let you drink every single last drop!”
Billy was not allowed to masturbate or see women, but I was allowed to cum whenever I wanted. I dated frequently, and there were even times that I made Billy watch, tied up, as men fucked me. Then Billy had to clean me out, and one time even suck off the guy.
I wanted to see latex in his mouth. A big, latex cock. I wanted to show my girlfriends what a good little whore he was. I wanted to show them how he could easily deep throat 8 inches of latex, licking and sucking. Slurping. My hands in his hair. Holding his head still.
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I stick my fingers in his mouth. One. Then two. Then three. Wearing gloves. Black latex gloves. Simply satisfied to watch him fight to keep up with me. Violating his lips unceremoniously. No rhyme or reason. His eyes shut tight as if there were mirrors there (there aren’t).
I am speculating now, but I think submissive men are still, for the most part, sensation-oriented, and the femdom of their dreams, or in their fantasies, is more sensation-driven as well. That is, domination is a series of acts and reactions mostly based on physical, sensual, sexual, erotic things. She does it because it turns her on (the act); he endures it because it turns him on (either the act, or her enjoyment of it, or a combination of both).
Having his legs up, knees bent, ankles strapped in stirrups was even more objectifying and hot. The position was such that his legs were pulled back and up far enough that his ass was pointed up and his hole was visible and accessible to all. Still tight and willing, it sat there as an invitation to all that wanted to violate him - by finger, by tongue, by dildo, or by cock.
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I know you’ve got plenty of experience serving me in front of one of my friends, or serving a girlfriend of mine while I give direction. You’ve even had the pleasure of having a cock both in your ass and in your mouth at the same time, but I bet that memory is almost a blur. You’ve been dual fucked, and you’ve been used by me and a friend. You’ve proven that you are capable of serving two demanding women at once – both orally and anally.