My Ideal Person:
Just a little something I wrote.

I woke up this morning with the image of me bound, standing to the wall in your bedroom, spread eagled with my back against the wall. You were standing there. My breasts were tingling and I could feel my juices beginning to ooze from my pussy. You take one of my nipples in your mouth and I feel the suction and your tongue flicking it. I long to hold your head more tightly to me, but am bound and so can only arch toward you. I moan with the pleasure of the contact. I then feel your hands begin to slide over my body. There is a terrible ache between my legs and I tremble. I feel your fingers part the lips of pussy and gently stroke me. I am so well lubricated that your fingers slide easily. You have released my nipple and stand before me stroking me gently, for your intention is not to bring me immediately to orgasm, but to enjoy the feel of me, and enjoy the pleasure you bring me. Our eyes are locked. Mine filled with the passion and love that I feel for you, my submission to you at that moment is absolute. I desire only that my pleasure and surrender bring you joy. As you continue to stroke me gently, I get closer and closer to orgasm, I begin to moan louder and must start to fight my desire to cum on your hand. I know that I must not until given permission to do so. I know that you are aware of my condition and the pace of your fingers increases and becomes less gentle. You enjoy the struggle that you know I am having. My struggle shows you that I am obedient, that you are in control. As you continue to stroke me, you lean in close, so that I can feel your breath on my neck and whisper in my ear "Bitch you had better not cum unless your Master says you can." I shake my head and beg "no no, never without your permission". The fight is becoming so intense that I am arching my body and writhing so much that I am pulling against my bonds, straining my muscles with all of my strength. You know that I am almost beyond my control. That I am in the place where my desire is to please, that my pleasure has become secondary to yours, that if I fail you and cum before given permission, I will feel great shame and despise myself for failing you. Tears begin to form in my eyes, because I am becoming afraid that I will not be able to keep from cumming, that I will loose control and shame myself by cumming without permission. My world has become about this moment and making your proud of me, of giving you pleasure with my obedience. Just when I begin to fear that I am beyond my own ability to fight my orgasm, when the tension is the strongest, I am arched toward you, straining with all my might. As tense as it is possible to be, You roughly thrust your fingers inside my pussy and say "Cum Bitch" and I do. I drench your hand with my cum. My pussy clasping and releasing your fingers. I scream with the release and arch against your hand. Before I have a chance to recover, I am all but ripped from the wall. My legs are shaky and barely able to hold my weight. I know that you are not done with me, if anything it has only just begun and this knowledge causes the tension to begin to build inside me again. I know that you are greatly aroused and desire to use me roughly, to prove your dominance now by physical force.

You grab me by the hair and pull me to you with a brutal kiss you show me that you were pleased with my performance on the wall. Then without releasing my hair you force me to my knees and thrust your cock into my pussy with all the force that I love to feel from you. I am Your bitch, Your slut. I cease to have a purpose other than to satisfy your animal desires. I feel you thrusting violently into me and my animal reacts to the animal in you. I beg you "Can I cum, please can I cum?" You respond by pounding harder and say "Cum bitch, cum allover My big thick cock." and I do, Screaming and arching, I do. I then feel you withdraw from my pussy. I am disappointed because if feels so good to have you inside me, but I do not protest because I know what you want and I know it gives you pleasure. You stand and pull my head toward your cock. It is huge and glistening with my cum. You thrust it in my face and command me to suck it, to lick our juices, to taste us together on your cock. I open my lips and you thrust your cock down my throat. Claiming me as yours, knowing that I am, and that my purpose is to satisfy you. You feel me gag and it gives you pleasure, to know that you have to power of life over me. You feel my tongue begin to stroke you cock. You look down and see the pleasure on my face, my eyes closed savoring the taste and feel of you in my mouth. My whole world consists of you, only you. You have control of all my senses. I smell only you, your musk fills my world. Your voice and groans and grunts are all I hear. The only touch I feel is your hand in my hair and the smooth skin of your cock in my mouth. I taste you. You fill my world, you are my world. I want so much to please you, to make you cum in my mouth. Because when you feed my your cum, I am rewarded to two ways. I get to taste your cum, but most of all I know that you have found pleasure in me.

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