Kellys Tip Training The Ad

Her mind was working at so many levels- the thing she was doing, the growing loss of control of her body, the feeling of him in her and behind her. But mostly, she could not understand why the humiliation of what she had become was so incredibly exciting to her.

She was kneeling naked on the bed, her laptop computer in front of her and he was behind her, just the tip of his hard cock embedded in her throbbing, drooling pussy. Her ass was red from the spanking she had shamelessly begged him for when he had arrived. Her soon to be pierced nipples were adorned with the non-piercing rings he now had her wear when she was with him or wrote to him or spoke to him or when she was permitted to masturbate. She realized she was being conditioned, but everything he did to her, asked of her, made her clit throb and her pussy drool and she had lost any semblance of her mind having any control over things. In fact, she acknowledged, as the slightest movement of his cock in her nearly set off a forbidden orgasm, she liked it this way. She liked it a lot.

He had been tip training her this way for some time now. She hated it and she loved it. He had brought it about by first toying with her, early in the relationship until she was so ready to cum, that the mere insertion of his cock invariably brought about a crashing orgasm. Soon thereafter, he insisted that to get his cock she had to cum as it slid in or he would withdraw it. Desperate not to lose it, it had not taken long to condition her to cum instantly on the first stroke. But it was not enough for him to torment her in this way. If she had only known, she thought, as he again moved his cock head just a bit so that he could feel her shudder and hang on, where this would lead, would she have surrendered so completely? She smiled to herself, even as a fresh wave of humiliation washed over her. She could not resist because the surrender was so deeply transforming, primal and goddamn sexy. Slavery became her, she now knew.

The next step in training her had been to limit her to one stroke of that lovely cock. She was expected to cum as it slid in and forbidden to move on it as her orgasm washed over her. When she was done cumming, he'd make slip her pussy off his cock and clean her juices off him with her mouth. She'd whine and beg about removing her pussy from his cock but in the end she'd obey. When she was slow to obey, he wouldn't let her have it back and spank her. And he talked to her as it was in her about when he wouldn't even let her have one stroke, how he'd allow her just the tip and she would still cum on command.

She begged him not to, but as he predicted, he was before long able to make her cum that way. And before long, she came to view the one full stroke as an orgasmic treat. To get really fucked until she screamed and came constantly, she would agree shamelessly to anything. And the last shameless thing she had agreed to, she was now in the process of doing.

For the last several weeks, while he had used her ass regularly, he had not given her more than the tip in her pussy. He had suggested that since her ass was so well trained, perhaps that was all she needed except for the tip, but that he did still love fucking a wet pussy. He asked if she would like her slavish need shown off to a third person and she had surprised herself by saying she would. She had agreed it should be a woman. She had agreed that she wanted to be exposed for the submissive she was, ass fucked and tip trained in front of another woman. And she agreed that she would help prepare this woman's pussy so he could fuck it in front of her since she deserved only the tip. Why she agreed to this outrageous demand? He had agreed to give her a real fucking on that day when she did agree. He had described in detail how that it would be in front of another woman, her jealousy, her arousal, her submission, her humiliation. And yet she agreed because her body betrayed her. Talking to her with the tip of his cock in her, his voice and hands enveloping her- it wasn't fair. She yielded, ashamed at her desperate need to say "yes" to him

So now, here she was, laptop in front of her, and he was making her write the ad to find the woman to witness her further drift into deeper submission. He was dictating, so to speak, and had told her that with each completed section of the ad, he would give her a deep stroke and she could cum hard. And when she submitted the ad she would get properly and deeply fucked.

He dictated the title. "Please help, my Master needs a pussy to fuck, I'm only allowed the tip of his cock." She typed it, he slammed in hard. She screamed and she came. When she regained control, she hit the "tab" key and prepared for his next words.