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A while ago, I discovered a story on the internet that intrigued me, and it inspired me to come up with something similar. This short piece is about introducing a new House Rule to a submissive, while the Dominant has his cock in the sub's mouth. The rule ensures the sub's complete focus and attention. From this idea, I thought of this scene:
"Come closer, darling," he ordered, smiling as he pointed to the floor in front of him. "There are some new ground rules I want you to follow because we won't be together for two weeks."
I knelt promptly and took his phallus into my mouth. I grabbed his buttocks firmly, securing myself around his member and looked up at him,expectantly.
Now, I'm a pain slut who enjoys playing submissive games. Having rules in my life makes me feel submissive, which in turn excites and arouses me. I also have a "praise addiction," meaning, I thrive on pleasing others, especially my Dominant partner. It's amazing how obedience allows me to better deal with everyday life and its challenges - making me an incredible loyal partner for him.
When we first met, the first rule he issued was, "No clothes in the house, unless I say so."
To which I, as the sub, would immediately undress in the garage, leaving my clothes in the car as I walked in. The visual of him fully clothed while I was naked immediately established dominance. I relished the feeling of him stroking me, knowing my naked body wasn't far from his reach.
The next rule was, "Wear your anal plug on the drive over."
Driving on rough roads made the plug move and rub against my insides, and along with the thrill of his forbidding me to wear clothes, increased my horniness immensely, making me long for his cock! The car's vibration combined with my weight shifting during turns made it all the more tantalizing. As I reached his place, I would always inform him about my setup and prepare the seat with a towel; truthfully, the thought of him seeing my exposed ass was both exhilarating and humiliating.
Lastly, "Stand with your skirt raised while driving."
Few people can see my naked parts, and only if they haven't consented. Sitting on the seat, naked, made me feel extremely vulnerable but I loved it - I enjoyed the fresh air on my vagina and buttocks, heightening my arousal.
However, a month ago, we decided I'd be away for two weeks. That prompted him to come up with some new ground rules, and they were:
"Don't orgasm," he commanded, and I couldn't help but whimper.
In response, he forced his penis into my throat, but not too deep that it would be choking me. His aim was to make me gasp for breath.
"Hear me out, my nerdy fucktoy," he said, smiling wickedly as his prick was in my mouth, "This vagina is mine, and I decide when you can have an orgasm."
He waited, allowing me to struggle for breath, his cock still deep in my mouth. When I could no longer manage, he pulled it out just enough for me to inhale but close enough to press against my palate.
"Do you understand?" he asked, his penis on my tongue. "My vagina does not have an orgasm without my say-so."
I nodded in agreement, still with his member in my mouth.
"Great slut!" He praised, "You're an obedient whore for me! You'll roll a 20-sided die every morning then edge yourself for as many times that day. Send me photos and videos of your exploits, and post them online so others can witness your sluttiness. Wear your 20-sided die and your collar as a reminder, to you and everyone else, of how promiscuous a wanting messed-up pain slut you are for me."
I nodded again, catching his eyes in his gaze. He slowly penetrated my mouth as he said this. "I can't wait to see how horny you'll be by then, my screw toy," he said, his grin growing bigger.
This man held my hair tightly, accelerating his thrusts. Instead of gripping his ass, I moved my hands to his thighs and devoted myself to servicing him orally. This is where I'm content and deeply appreciate that he appreciates satisfying his submissive plaything.
"You're such a great slut," he remarked, and I could feel his thigh muscles tense. "Such a willing little cocksucker."
His cock became firmer in my mouth, prompting me to increase my pace further. The feeling of making him cum, and happily consuming it, is my favorite.
"I'm going to cum!" he cautioned, allowing me to inhale deeply and prepare to accommodate his release.
When I heard the noises he produced during climax, I felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure. I'll take on any responsibility to hear those sounds despite how much he delights in pushing me to the brink of losing my mind.
"You're an exceptional fucktoy," he appraised me, as he ruffled my hair. "You're the best cocksleeve I've ever had!"
"Thank you, master," I replied, momentarily retreating to ensure he'd climaxed. "Serving you makes me incredibly happy!"
"You please me," he said back, smiling. "I'm overjoyed that you provide me with your orgasms."
"I adore that you enjoy my orgasms as well," I responded, wetting my lips.
I'm longing to cum so much. It's becoming extremely challenging to postpone my climax. However, he delights in teasing me, devising ways to push me towards a brain-melting, horny-ravished mess. Thus, I'll execute his instructions daily, regardless of the number of times, with the single goal of fulfilling his wishes. Ready to oblige in every aspect.
It's been a mere two days, but I'm considering the possibility of perishing from overstimulation. What a captivating two weeks they're shaping up to be!