A Femdom Masochistic Fantasy

I take you to a sex dungeon. You're in your plain collar so everybody knows you're owned, but not your name. Nobody calls you Slut but me.

We're here for a purpose besides witnessing today. Because today I want to be flogged, and I want you to watch while it happens.

After some time watching, as the mood in the room starts amping up, I spot the man by the flogging area. The one who looks like he means business, and his business is pain.

I sit my good boy in a corner to wait, and begin negotiation. The man agrees to flog me exactly the way I like, and is even pleased to have a captive audience in you, which is good because I'm not doing this without you.

I come back to collect you and, leash in hand, lead you to your front row seat.

I hop up on the table, flip up my skirt to expose my bare backside, and pillow my head on my hands, like some degenerate sunbather, casual as fuck.

My eyes are closed and my face is pointed toward you. I don't want you to miss a single thing.

The flogger warms up, we're using a three inch wide wood core paddle, and my skin needs time to adjust to the heat and friction. Short, gentle slaps on my ass cheeks, five on the left, five on the right. Back and forth.

I can see you relaxing, this doesn't look so bad. I grin at you, and that grin, that evil grin that says I know exactly what you're thinking, makes horror dawn in you.

The flogger picks up his pace, smacking harder now, and blossoms of pink bloom on my ass and face. My heart starts to race, and as my breath quickens, he smacks me even harder.

You aren't allowed to look away, but even if you had permission you couldn't. It's hypnotising, my flesh bouncing, the crack of the paddle as it slaps me.

My body is tensing now as it tries to fight the pain, you can see me shifting, uncomfortable, as he slowly increases the intensity.

Just as the pain becomes too much to bear, I open my eyes and look directly into yours. So you can watch, as the euphoria hits me, and my whole body goes limp and pliant. Eyes glazed with pleasure, I stare at you unblinking, completely spaced.

This was the signal the flogger was waiting for. He's at full swing now, hitting me with his entire upper body. The room is silent, watching as I take it like the fucken champion I am.

After about five minutes he starts to wind down, still hitting me in rhythm, but gentler, to bring me back slowly from the magic place.

I stare at you the entire time, brain empty, loving every part of your face, loving this experience, loving my life.

When the flogging winds to a close, he helps me up off the table and we hug. He asks me with concern if I'm sure I don't need aftercare, and I assure him my sub will take care of me.

Floating on a cloud of joy, I come to collect you, wrapping your lead around my wrist, and walking you into the private room, the fabric of my skirt dragging across my oversensitive ass with every step I take.

I've given you very specific instruction for this part before we arrived, so you know exactly what I want, exactly what you have to do.

You hand feed me some water, and lay me down face first on the bed.

You lift my skirt and cover your hands in lotion. You gently apply it to my burning hot skin, squeezing and massaging my pink cheeks as I moan in pleasure and sweet relief. Once I'm limp as a noodle and my moans have turned into whimpers, you lay down alongside me and wrap yourself around me.

We lay there cuddling until my brain wakes up a little. You know I'm waking up cus I've turned and I'm stroking your back, nuzzling my face into your neck.

I bite you gently and that's your signal that it's time for phase two.

You help me roll onto my back, careful of my butt. I spread my legs for you and look up with glazed, happy eyes.

"It's time to clean me up Slut, I'm all a mess and it's your fault."

You gently peel my G-string to the side and realise I am in fact, an extremely wet, hot mess. A hot mess that I expect you to devour. You put your hands under my ass and squeeze gently, making me moan again and spread my legs further, tilting my hips in the direction your hands ask for.

You slide your tongue up over my swollen seam, and my hips buck and my whole body shudders. You've never seen me so sensitive and responsive before, and your brain starts roaring as your tongue delves fast and hard into that slit. So, so wet.

You're a clever boy and you've done this before, so you know that even though it makes YOU so happy when you focus directly on my clit, that sensation is too much for me, and I get all my pleasure from around it, and under it. So you lick me in long, sure strokes from my hole to my clit, over and over and over, swallowing down my wet that just keeps coming. It's all over your face and on your tongue and down your throat and you're practically drowning in pussy by the time I start to shake and grip your hair hard.

My hips are bucking and I'm riding your tongue now, so you slide two fingers inside me and find that spot you love so much. The spot that makes me cry out in ecstasy and shove your face against me so hard that you can't breathe. But why would you need to breathe when you can feel me coming on your face and fingers?

As the muscles inside me start to squeeze your fingers hard, you rub the flat of your tongue directly against my clit, sending me over the edge. I'm crying out your name so loud the people in the other rooms can definitely hear it.

Once your job is done and I'm a noodle again, you lay your head on my thigh and catch your breath.

My whole mind is blasted into pieces so we just lay there in peace until we're both calmer.

Then I sit us both up and look you over.

"Now you're a mess aren't you? Well I'm not going to clean you up, you dirty little slut. I like my fucktoys all covered in my cum. Take off your clothes for me, slowly."

You stand up and slowly strip down, you can see my hands twitching, I want to help. But I won't.

Once you're undressed I look over every inch of you, from your messed hair and your cum-covered face, to your rock hard erection, balls pulled up tight in anticipation.

"So beautiful" I murmur, as I place the tip of your cock in my mouth and suck gently, rolling my tongue around to make you moan.

I look up at you, loving you so much that it physically hurts me.

"Get that pretty ass on the bed for me now, and lean up against the wall. I want to be able to look you in the eye when you come in me, little slut."

You get into position, and I crawl my way up your body, stopping to run my hands up inside your thighs, to grip your hips, to kiss your chest and neck.

As I slowly lower myself, slowly impale myself on your perfect hard cock, the sensation, so hot and wet and so so tight, makes you moan in my ear. When you moan it makes my pussy squeeze you even tighter and I tsk at you.

"If you can't keep quiet I will have to gag you little one. We'll never get all of you inside me if you keep doing that." I chide.

I lean back on my hands and lift myself up a little, until just the tip of your cock is inside me.

"Are you ready baby?" I ask as I look into your eyes.

You nod vigorously, good boy that you are, and I reward you.

I tilt my hips up and thrust down, hard and fast, down the entire length of your shaft. Knowing you've got a plug in you, knowing the pressure of that thrust has pushed it directly against your prostate, knowing there is zero chance you can be quiet as instructed.

We both cry out, loudly. Too lost to be circumspect. "You feel so fucking good" I murmur as I start rocking my hips, still leaning back on my hands so I can watch you. "Do you like that, little slut? Do you like the way I ride you?"

More vigorous nodding, hands clenched on the sheets beside you.

"Touch me now" I command and those hands come up to grip my hips as we thrust into one another.

You moan again, and a rippling heat unfolds in me where we are joined. You make me ready to come so fast, it's always this way between us, like magic.

I sit up on you, not interrupting our rhythm, take your hands and put them on my breasts.

"Don't you fucking dare come before me, look at you, filthy, you want it don't you? You wanna come for me? Wait."

I put my hands around your throat and squeeze gently, and kiss you. My tongue in your mouth, impaled on your cock, I pull the breath out of your lungs and squeeze a little harder, so you can't breathe in. Just for a few seconds, making your hips jerk frantically, bringing me close to the edge.

"Look at me while I come for you. Watch me come for you, and then you can come for me baby."

You force your eyes open and as soon as we are looking at one another my orgasm barrels deep through me. My whole body arches and my eyes close and I come so, so hard, because I know you're watching me, I know you're inside me, I can feel your orgasm coming too, which makes me come even harder. Knowing you're about to come inside me throws me into a multiple orgasm that has no end, as I feel you come and my pussy squeezes you over and over, milking the cum I love out of you. My hands are still around your throat and I squeeze you, a gentle counterpoint that makes you cry out as your orgasm shudders through you.

Afterward we just float together, still joined, wrapped around one another. Everything is exactly as it should be.