My Ideal Scene
A sub asked me what my dream session would look like. Imagine the devilish smirk on my face as I began typing the scene I’ve been silently planning.
”First, I would stretch you out. Calves, biceps, and everything in between. I need you limber and relaxed. Since this scene requires you to be suspend just slightly off the floor, I’ll start with Shinju. My rope sends a shiver up your spine as I drag it softly across your belly. Each wrap is snug against your body—a reminder to slow your breathing as you sink slowly into a state of relaxation. Swiss seat. Tying the ropes around your thighs, I notice your skin is warm and dewy. You’ve grown sensitive to my touch. I secure the knots upon your waist, and move onto your legs. Knees up, soles forward, bare bottomed. Now that I’ve got you where I want you, I stand above you and admire my work. A slight push sends you swaying gently back and forth and I notice your hole pucker. You’ve been waiting for this. Craving it even. You stare eagerly across the room while I set up the fuck machine. Your favorite dick is attached. Thick, veiny, and long enough to make you cream. My curls drape over my breasts as I bend to plug this thing in. I slip the rubber on just before placing it right at your entrance. I come out of my bustier and my thong hits the floor. A graceful tease and sway of my hips makes your member twitch.
“Enjoying the view?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good, it won’t last long.”
Across the room, I’ve strolled for my distorted goggles and returned with a menacing smile. Straps adjusted, I slide the goggles over your forehead. I can see your eyes clearly, but your vision of me is blurred.
“Open wide.”
”Agghhhh.”
A chuckle leaves my body as I watch you dangle helplessly in the air. I walk over to the machine and lube it up, nearly dripping. You shiver as my cold, wet, latex laden finger glazes your hole slowly.
“How does that feel little butt slut?”
”That feels nice, Mistress.”
A little more lube. Around the rim, slowly entering, stopping at the sphincter only to exit and start again. Now I’m up to the second knuckle and I feel you tighten up. I use my left hand to stroke your throbbing cock and my right to stretch you out. Ten pumps in and I’m two fingers deep. You’re on the edge and trying to fuck my hand with no leverage. Hot and ready. I slide the toy right inside, listening for the audible suction. Half way, three-fourths, balls deep. A soft moan leaves your lips while I get into position.
”Thirsty?”
”Parched, Mistress.”
Controller in hand, I stand above you—your head between my legs. Let’s start slow. The machine begins to thrust as I decide how long I want you to suffer. Slow and steady, then a little faster, and faster. Faster. Slower. Faster. Max speed. Slower. It’s been 33 minutes of edging and I’ve watched your eyes nearly roll back into your head.
“You’re leaking bitch.”
”Nnghh. Mmmmnn.”
There it is. The blissful state that is subspace. I can see the cream surrounding your hole as you struggle to hold what might be the strongest orgasm of your life. Now it’s my turn. Excited by the visual of the machine bottoming out in your ass, I squat and hover above your pretty little mouth. I put the machine on max speed and listen as you grunt with each stroke.
“Cum for me.”
Naturally, your mouth opens wide as you gasp with pleasure and as if it was meant to be, my liquid gold comes right on time. The room echoes with the sound of my piss filling your jaws and within seconds, you’ve made such a mess of yourself. Your milk has splattered onto your chest and stomach in long, thick streams. Dripping onto the floor beneath us. I slow the machine down to a halt as I watch you go limp and my last few drops bless your chin. I stand and turn to stare directly into your eyes, despite you still not being able to see me.
“Swallow.”
I can hear you gulp as you try not to lose a morsel, licking your lips to savor my essence.
“Thank you Mistress Khai. You taste delicious.”
