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Telling mommy teasing things during inappropriate times, giving her naughty gestures, giving her extra attitude when being told to do something. When we're finally alone, she doesn't hesitate to grab a fistfull of my hair, tug it back, and spit in my face.

"I know you're just a stupid little slut that can't use her brain, but don't think mommy's letting your bad behavior slide"

She practically growls her words at me before pushing me down onto the bed, immediately pushing her body behind mine so that I couldn't move. She forcefully spreads my legs open, sliding my already drenched panties down as she does so. A giggle leaves me as I begin to squirm away from her, even daring to try and close my legs.

An immediate swat to my pussy.

"You think this is funny? Teasing mommy all day.." another swat.. "just thinking with this needy little pussy" and another swat..

Reblog if you want it from the back by a dominant mommy.

I know you whimper and squirm around thinking about feeling every inch of my strap. Plowing its way through and stretching your tight virgin hole loose with every thrust. Just the thought of a woman using you and taking any of your innocence away is amazing huh?

lucky girl: @sweetiepie1122

seeing the way you watch me while i’ve got one leg thrown over your thigh when we’re tangled in bed together. feeling the wetness pool there through my panties. clinging to every fold and you haven’t even touched me yet.

the way my bottom lip would tremble and shoulders would slump when i’d beg you to let me cum. please please please. you’d just shake your head, a daring smirk on your lips. “not yet baby, i’m training you. don’t you want to be good for me?” and i’d let out the most pathetic whimper and nuzzle into the crook of your neck, but nod.

because i always want to be good for you.

and then, when you finally decide i’ve earned it. i need you buried so deep inside me with your thumb rubbing circles on my clit while i’m shaking. mumbling out half formed thoughts, back arched and head pressed into the pillows. “mommy, i’m-…please can i?” and when you finally told me yes, watching the tears spill over while you work me through it,

nothing but a barely coherent stream of the whiniest “thank you..fu- thank you mommy, mommy, mommy” falling from my lips and my cum coating my thighs and your strap.

seeing your eyes darken. a sharp sting radiating across my pussy and making my eyes burn.

“i told you not to move bunny.” you said, calm. as always. i blinked, wide eyed. bottom lip trembling.

“aw..pretty girl. are you going to cry already?” you teased and i sniffled. but the minute you started rubbing those circles again my head lolled back, nose nudging into your neck and teeth clamping down on your fingers.

“p-please” i whimpered. my hips rolled again, greedy. earning yet another wet smack against my swollen, puffy clit. this time they did spill, a weak sob escaping as those pretty tears tracked down my cheeks. flushed the loveliest shade of pink under those freckles you loved to trace.

“fuck” i hissed. but it was pathetic, and i was soaked. dripping down your fingers, making your palm glisten as it pressed flat against me.

you could feel the heat radiating off me. my lashes thick and clumped together, framing bright green, red-rimmed eyes.

“fu-mommy, mommy please,” i begged, voice shaking softly. but i didn’t move. such a good girl.

“please please please” i whimpered, even now. my clit red and swollen, holes dripping with how badly i needed you. your fingers moved from my mouth, tracing gently around my nipples making me gasp. damp fingers tugging slightly, feeling the way they hardened under your touch.

another involuntary arch, and a third smack. i yelped and squirmed, feeling your warm breath against my neck as you chuckled. pressing a kiss there as i relaxed into your touch.

“stop moving bunny, i won’t tell you again” you hummed and i swallowed. tear streaked and spread as far as i could infront of the mirror. your fingers working again, pumping in and out, thumb pressed gently on my clit.

i nodded, “y-yes mommy” i whispered. and you smiled, proud.

you watched the way i whimpered, legs shaking but my eyes stayed trained on my body in the mirror through tears. seeing every pretty noise that fell from my lips while your fingers dripped with me.

Lots of sessions, and lots of edges, but eventually getting to the point where she fully drops right before she can cum. I've always wanted to hypnotize a girl's orgasms out of her, and this is a lovely way to do it.

Maybe she only stays in her trance while on the edge. It's so brief, she gets right there, so close. Then her mind goes still, her body falls limp, as she throbs helplessly. But only a few seconds later, she comes to, and feels all that desperation rush back in.

Maybe she doesn't realize what's happening for a bit. Edging herself again and again and again until she is dripping. Then she starts to realize what's happening, she starts to realize that she doesn't actually have the power to make herself cum any more. I took that from her, it's mine now.

So she begs. As prettily and as desperately as she can. After all, begging is all she really can do at this point. Maybe she tries to offer me something, until I remind her that she doesn't have to offer something for me to take it from her anymore. My fingers are buried so deep into her mind that she forgot they were even there.

But I'm not evil, so I let her cum. I hold her gently, almost lovingly, as I touch her. I know exactly how to make it feel the best It possibly can, to have her writhing in my arms, wordless save for my name and her pleas. I bring her right to the edge, and watch with a cruel smile as she drops.

But I don't stop. I keep drive her listless body just over the edge, and give her the most incredible, explosive, orgasm I can. Not that she'd know. See, she didn't get that orgasm. My puppet did.

The thing that she becomes when she gets to the edge got her orgasm. Not that it enjoyed it, it doesn't really enjoy things. It got to pulse out an orgasm she would have done anything for, and forget about it the moment after.

Then she comes down, and my puppet goes away, and my girl comes back. She is still desperate, she is always desperate, after all she hasn't gotten an orgasm since I took them, and gave them to my Puppet. She squirms in my arms, and I kiss her through my smile, promising that it was a good orgasm, just like ever time.