Open Cunt Policy

My cravings are rarely satiated by a powerless slave. I want to see you harness your strength, your voice. Knowing that you will be released at the drop of a word, but instead you choose our pleasure—that’s what excites me. It’s mine for the taking and you love being a slut for me. Any time, any place. Like this morning, the first of… who knows how many.

First there was the bathroom. I came in to start my day with a hot shower as you leaned over the sink, applying your mascara in the mirror. I grin behind your back. Stepping into the water, I squeeze my body wash into my hand and begin to lather. I hear you hum along to the music playing from the speaker on the counter. You add the final touches to your eyes and move onto your lips. You define the shape of your pouty lips with a deep brown liner, making sure to accentuate the cupid’s bow. Next is gloss. You blot with toilet paper and continue your routine. Based on the clothes you laid out, I can tell a messy bun was your choice today. With your arms up and rizos in hand, I step out of the shower. You’ve forgotten your hair ties on the dresser. A swift turn and you’re off to grab a few from the bedroom. As you return, the towel has caressed my body and I turn to leave the space. You’ve assumed my silence means disinterest, but just as I approach the door...

“Need some help?”

You hardly have time to mutter an answer before I’ve taken hold of your curls from your hand, and wrapped them around my own.

You release a quiet gasp as I tilt your head back. Not only am I still damp from the shower, I’ve been nearly dripping wet since I woke up. So of course, I take this time to admire your beautiful reflection in the mirror. Your lips pucker naturally and you’re biting the bottom one in anticipation. Your arms dangle at your sides, exposing your full, pierced tits. I use my opposite hand to gently brush my fingertips across your nipples. Hard in seconds. Soft belly, a perfect handful. Thick, creamy thighs that I’ve slid my hand down to squeeze and drag my nails up. And a pretty, trimmed pussy that loves to squirt.

“Look at how gorgeous you are this morning.”

You let out a soft moan in response to my fingers exploring your pussy from behind. Hair still bound, you spread your legs for ease of access. My words of admiration have made the hairs on the back of your neck stand. But your only focus is the sensation of my wet fingers circling your clit and teasing your entrance. I want to hear you beg for it. So I slowly slide my hand from between your legs, making sure I grip that ass and leave my print behind.

*smack*

“How did you sleep?”

“Good, Mistress.”

*smack*

“What were you dreaming about?”

*smack*…*smack*

“You were moaning in your sleep.”

You let out a moan then too, your left ass cheek shifting to a rich shade of red. You can shout your safe word at any time, but will you?

*whap*

“Ngghh. I don’t remember, Mistress."

*smack*

“Is that so?”

*whap, whap, whap*

“Let’s see if we can jog your memory.”

My hand slips back between your thighs, and you’re beginning to throb.

“Ahh”

One finger takes your wetness from your hole to your clit. Rubbing, squeezing, massaging. I felt you trying to sway your hips to catch my rhythm. One finger slides up and down your glazed cunt until there’s two. I firmly placed both fingers on either side of your clit and slid them back and forth. You’re grinding your pussy in my hand, eager for your orgasm.

“Stop moving.”

I tilt your head further to lay on my shoulder, never releasing my grip on your curls. I’ve slowed my pace, but I won’t stop stroking.

“And you better not fucking cum.”

Your legs are growing weak, but we’ve only just begun. Those same two fingers have now slithered effortlessly into your juicy cunt. The sounds of my forearm smacking against your ass as I fuck you fill the bathroom. Making eye contact with your reflection, I watch your eyes close and a whisper leaves your mouth…

“Please, Mistress”

“Please what, princess?”

“May I please cum?”

I give no answer and decide to fuck you deeper. I can feel your pussy grip and pulsate around my fingers. Your juice is dripping down my knuckles onto the back of my hand.

“Rub your swollen clit for me”

Just as you find your speed, I increase mine. I use my feet to spread your legs further apart, leaving you fully exposed in the hazy mirror. Steady paced, third knuckle deep in that pretty pussy. Even I’m getting weary. I don’t take my eyes off our reflection while we pleasure you to ecstasy.

“Cum on my fingers” I whisper in your ear while my own pussy throbs.

“Agghh! Yes, Mistress!”

Your hips start to buck against me, legs quivering as you squirt onto the counter. It won’t stop until I do, but I’m cumming with you. My wrist grows weak and my breath quickens while I listen to your moans that are seemingly soul deep. Grinding my bare pussy against your ass, I cum in tandem with you—my legs becoming more difficult to stand on. I finally slow my pace to a full stop, watching the reflection of our chests heave in this now, very foggy mirror. As I unwrap your hair from my hand, your liquid is dripping from the counter onto the rug. Still breathing heavy, I demand…

“Clean up your mess, slut.”

I watch you regain your bearings, bend over the counter with your hair still disheveled and lap it up. I return to the bedroom for air. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stretch my arms and lean backwards, closing my eyes to slow my breath. A few minutes pass and you meet me there. I open my eyes and lean forward to find you on your knees, hands in your lap with palms facing upward.

“Thank you, Mistress. May I please you again?”

My pussy is still throbbing, and still wet. I spread my legs, grab a fistful of the messy bun you finally managed to get done, and shove your warm mouth onto my clit.

“Don’t ask stupid questions, princess.”

To Be Continued…