His to Humble His to Eep

She was naked, splayed over him on the sofa, her back pressed against his broad chest. His arms wrapped around her, one of his hands fondling with her breasts, fingers grazing and teasing her nipples; the other was rubbing her pussy, making her squirm and squeal with every flick of his thumb against her swollen clit.

«Do you like it when I touch you, princess?» he murmured in her hear. His warm breath caressed her lobe and made her shiver. He was spent and satisfied - his come now drying on her cheek and cleavage - and now he was fully enjoying the sight of how utterly undone she was, unraveled by even the softest of his touches. She was usually so composed and in controlled, but now she had completely surrendered to the pleasure he was granting her. She was so lost in it, as if pleasure had rewired her very being, that she failed to answer his question. He pinched and twisted her nipple, drawing a sharp, pained moan from her - one that he savored with pure delight.

«I'm sorry, Sir!» she exclaimed immediately, as if it were her instinctive response to the pain he had inflicted her «Yes, Sir! I like it very much!»

he was almost surprised she was able to answer at all; her thoughts felt like a haze, barely holding together after a week of relentless edging and hours of sex with her Sir. He had made her pleasure him in every imaginable way, pushing her past her limits, bringing her to the brink again and again until she had long lost track of how many times she'd been made to surrender. If she were being completely honest with herself, there was something undeniably freeing in giving herself up to the overwhelming sensations that consumed her, letting the pleasure take over completely and leaving no space for anything else - no room for thoughts or resistance, only the intense, all-encompassing feeling of his control.

He chuckled, amused. «I know you do, kitten. Just look at how soaked your dirty little cunt is.» He swiped his hand across her pussy, pausing at her entrance to collect her juices. She gasped softly - already dripping, and he couldn't help but notice the growing dark spot on the sofa beneath her. He'd make sure she cleaned it up later.

He withdrew his hand from her trembling crotch and wiggled his fingers in front of her eyes. He didn't say a word, but she showed no hesitation, opening her mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Which, after all the training he had put her through, was probably true.

She eagerly took his fingers into her mouth, lapping and sucking on them, tasting the sweet flavor of her own pussy with the same fervor she had shown Sir's hard cock only moments before. Her eyes were clouded with pleasure, her cheeks flushed a deep red; she was completely out of her mind, unable to tell whether it was because of the intense stimulation of her pussy or the sheer humiliation of what he was making her do.

«You're such a little slut, aren't you?». When his demeaning words sent a jolt of excitement directly to her crotch, she knew her answer.

She nodded enthusiastically, swirling her tongue around his fingers as they pushed deeper into her mouth, almost reaching the back of her throat, before he finally withdrew them, satisfied with her response, and returned his attention to her pussy.

«Good girl,» he praised when he saw her eagerly trying to follow his fingers with her tongue. God, did she have an oral fixation! But then he returned to rubbing her clit, and she shivered, a moan slipping from her as she realized how much she had missed his touch in those few minutes. She fell back against his chest, lost in the sensation.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, a part of her was vaguely aware of the show she was putting on - writhing and moaning, fully naked and nearly delirious, as though the only thing keeping her together was the presence of her Sir. He was fully clothed, unlike her, and so beautiful. Every time she looked at him, she was in awe--so dignified and commanding, always perfectly in control of himself and everyone around him. The thought of giving such a performance, no matter how humiliating for her, with no other purpose than his entertainment, was driving her wild with pleasure and making her pussy leak uncontrollably.

«Oh, Sir, it feels so good» she muttered, barely aware of the words slipping from her mouth. «I'm so close, Sir... Please, can I come?»

«Not yet». He slowed down his movements, making her lose the edge. «I'm still not convinced that I should allow you to come tonight».

She flinched at his words, her big, pleading fawn eyes looking up at him as if he had just inflicted the worst punishment on her.

«Oh, please, Sir, please...» she whined, sounding like a little wounded puppy «I need it so bad... Please!»

If he were a man of lesser strength, someone who didn't take pleasure in seeing her suffer and beg so sweetly, he might have given in to her desperate pleas and granted her the orgasm she longed for. But he wasn't that man. And he had other plans for her.

«I don't know, princess» he said with a condescending tone that he knew that she liked very much, although she would never admit it. «Look how good edging worked for you: you were so eager and pliable tonight, such a perfect submissive little pet. I don't believe you really need to orgasm if denial as such healthy effects on you».

«Oh, no, Sir» she protested, grinding down on his fingers, desperate for more stimulation «I need it so bad... I promise, I need it, Sir... Please!»

He slowed down again, drawing a frustrated grunt from her as she felt her orgasm slipping away once more.

«How about this: why don't you show me how badly you need to come, and I'll watch, and decide if you

really

need it or you're just being a greedy little slut?» The threat implied in his words was completely lost on her.

«Oh, yes, Sir, yes! Anything!» she squealed in excitement, but her enthusiasm faltered when his fingers stopped and his hands moved away from her pussy. He lifted her chin (smearing a bit of her juices on her face in the process) and forced her to look at him.

«You may be allowed to cum tonight - but only if you hump my leg like the little slut you are and show me just how desperate you really are. Are we clear?».

She looked up at him and nodded, a small, timid smile on her lips. Conflicting instincts were battling inside her - an overwhelming lust and the last remnants of her dignity, which kept whispering that she could

not

let herself sink so low. Sir saw her struggle and decided to help her. He pinched her nipple gently, rubbing it between his fingertips, and that was all it took for any remaining doubt--and pride--to melt away.

«Off you go, then. On the floor» he ordered. She fumbled to obey, struggling to get off the sofa, and he seized the opportunity to give her a playful smack on the ass.

She got off the sofa as quickly as she could, as if she couldn't bear another moment without any form of pressure or stimulation on her dripping pussy. It was a glorious sight for him--watching her squat at his feet, opening her legs and exposing herself completely, without a hint of hesitation. She grabbed his leg, grinding her crotch against his shin, the rough fabric of his trousers rubbing her softest spot, making her throw her head back and let out a soft, satisfied sigh.

She started slowly at first--using her body weight to push against his legs and making small, circular movements with her hips. But as the intensity of her pleasure grew and she gained more confidence in the position, she lost all inhibitions. The rhythm of her movements grew more urgent, more desperate. Within moments, she was eagerly bouncing up and down against his leg, panting with both pleasure and exertion. The distant awareness of how humiliating and undignified this act was only served to fuel her arousal, causing more wetness to leak from her pussy. It was as if a switch had been flipped in her mind, blocking out all the noise -- every thought, every shred of self-consciousness - until only the overwhelming, tingling sensation remained. It started deep in her core, spreading like wildfire, coursing through her body, until it consumed every part of her, leaving no room for anything but the electric pleasure coursing through her veins.

For his part, Sir could do nothing but watch, completely transfixed, as she bounced on his leg, her breasts jiggling with each movement, and the silly, blissful expression on her face. He felt his cock stirring again at the sight.

He was very quick to correct her when she, lost in her pleasure, hid her face against his thigh. «Look at me, princess. Let's not forget who you are putting on this show for».

She immediately straightened, her clouded eyes locking onto his. «It's only for you, Sir. I'm sorry!»

«Look at you, humping my leg like a puppy in heat...» His words made her moan and take up her pace. «Do you like it princess? Do you like to show me what a desperate little whore you are?»

When she nodded furiously as a reply, he couldn't refrain a chuckle «Then show me, princess. Stick your pretty tongue out that little cock-sucking mouth of yours».

God, did she love when he used such a dirty language with her. Each word went straight to her pussy and her brain, making the latter melt and the former leak. She did what he had ordered and stuck her tongue out; it didn't take long for the first drop of drool to fall on her bouncing tits. In that moment, Sir deeply regretted not having put on her the cute nipple clamps with the little bell that she loved so much. Next time he must remember them.

«You're such a pathetic little girl... I could make you do anything when you're in this state, couldn't I?»

She nodded, but he wasn't sure she had really understood what he had said.

«Why don't you pinch your nipples, then? Surely that will make you feel even better».

She obeyed, smiling at him despite the slight struggle to maintain both the position and the right level of stimulation without holding onto his leg. Good - let her work for it.

«Good girl... Now you should twist them, just like that... and now use your little nipples to lift your titties... Yeah, even higher... And now you can shake them a little bit... Isn't it silly, little girl?»

She giggled as she was shaking her boobs, no shame as she put on the most degrading show for her Sir. «Yes, sir, it is silly... But it feels so good!»

«I know, kitten. Being silly for your Sir always feels good».

Her answer was an incoherent stream of desperate, breathless words, her mind clearly too clouded to form a proper sentence. But he didn't need her to - he could see from her eyes that she was getting close.

«I bet you would agree to do anything just to be allowed to come» he said, his voice low and teasing «No matter how filthy or degrading».

«Yes, yes, sir!» she moaned without hesitation «Please, may I come?»

Sir watched with deep amusement as she shamelessly humped his leg, painting wildly, completely lost in her need like and animal in heat. He had no intention of making this easy for her--in fact, he intended to take full advantage of her predicament.

«I really think you shouldn't, princess» he mused «You've been so perfectly well-behaved tonight, and I have no doubt it's because you've been denied. Normally, you're so stubborn, so prideful... such a brat».

«I am sorry, Sir!» she whined, her voice strained with desperation. Every fiber of her being fought to hold back, to resist the pleasure threatening to consume her, to be his good girl. «I promise I'll be good - I'll be better! Please, Sir, I need it so badly it's making me crazy!»

Sir absolutely loved it when she begged and whined like a desperate little puppy. «I'm feeling generous tonight,» he murmured, a wicked glint in his eyes. «Let's make a deal: I'll allow you to come, but in exchange, I'll spank that greedy little pussy of yours until it's red, and you won't be allowed to come again until we see each other again in three weeks. Of course, you'll have to stick to your edging routine, and your next orgasm will be ruined--can't have you getting spoiled, now, can we? Do you agree to these terms, princess? They seem more than fair to me».

He chuckled to himself, watching the way her breath hitched, her hips still grinding helplessly against his leg. He already knew what her answer would be. In her current state, she wasn't thinking past the next few seconds--her mind was clouded with need, her body driven solely by the promise of release. She wouldn't process the weight of his words, not fully, not until much later, when it would be far too late. And he would hold her to her word very strictly. A deal was a deal, after all. And who knew? He might decide to stretch their little arrangement a bit longer, just to watch the frustration bloom in those pretty, desperate eyes. Or perhaps he'd add a few extra punishments, an additional spanking session, just because it amused him. Either way, she would be far too dazed to remember the exact terms of their deal.

«Yes, Sir, yes!» she cried out, sealing her fate with desperate enthusiasm. «Thank you, Sir! You're so good to me! I'll do anything you want... Please, may I come?»

He stroked her cheek tenderly--only to follow it with a light slap, just enough to make her gasp. «You're my dumb horny kitten, aren't you Princess?»

«Yes, Sir, I am! I am your desperate little slut!» he whimpered, her voice trembling with need. «Please, can I come? Please...»

He chuckled softly, utterly delighted by her display. There was something intoxicating about watching her break down like this, reduced to nothing but raw desire, willing to debase herself for him without a second thought. He let her beg and plea and grovel a few moments longer before finally saying the words she had longed to hear for the entire week «You may come, you filthy princess».

She picked up her pace again, throwing her head back as a stream of obscene noises and incoherent words spilled from her lips. But soon, even those failed her. The pleasure mounted with such intensity that it stole her ability to speak, reducing her to nothing but desperate, breathless moans. Her tongue lolled from her parted lips, her body surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. With just a few more thrusts, the orgasm crashed over her, powerful and all-consuming. Her vision blurred, her thoughts dissolved, and for a moment, reality itself seemed to slip away. The sheer force of it made her body go slack, pulling her into a haze so deep it bordered on unconsciousness. She could only cling to her Sir's leg, her grip so tight it was as if he were the only thing keeping her from being swept away by the tidal wave of pleasure surging through her, obliterating everything in its path.

The next thing she became aware of, once the most intense waves of her climax had begun to subside, was the violent trembling of her body. Every muscle spasmed uncontrollably, wracked with aftershocks she had no power to stop.

When the waves of pleasure finally passed, she slid slowly to the floor, her body feeling hollow, drained by the intensity of what she had just experienced. She was left utterly spent, empty, as if part of her had been melted away forever. She let out a sound that was somewhere between a contented sigh and a quiet sob, and there she stayed, motionless, still holding onto her Sir's leg.

Then, she felt Sir's warm, comforting hand on her head. Instantly, a wave of warmth washed over her, filling her entire being with a sense of contentment, of genuine pride. He patted her head, his fingers scratching her scalp in the way one might do with a pet--but she didn't find it demeaning. It was a feeling of being utterly at peace, of knowing she was cherished. She leaned into the touch, closing her eyes and purring happily, basking in the affection he was giving her.

«Good girl, princess» he praised her, his words filled with tenderness and love. In that moment, a wave of clarity washed over her--deeper and more profound than ever before. She realized with complete certainty that his attention, his praise, were the only things she would ever need. In his eyes, in his care, she found her purpose, her fulfillment. There was no other place she could ever imagine herself, no other life she could ever want. She was exactly where she belonged--naked, spent, and vulnerable, lying at her Master's feet.