moves as directed

i want you desperate for me, undressing yourself at a click of my fingers

your back arching as i run my hands over your skin, i can feel your pulse racing as i sink into your neck, leaving marks you'll have to hide tomorrow

those little moans as i take your nipple into my mouth, sucking, circling my tongue, making you yelp with a little pressure from my teeth

i know everything i'm doing is getting you wet, you know what i want but we both know i'm gonna make you wait for it. make you beg for it.

maybe i'll make you come first, just once, to get you relaxed and ready to take everything i want to give you straight away

maybe i'll bring you close, right to the edge, begging for release, then pull away for a second, watch you hold your breath before i slip two strong fingers slowly into your cunt

slowly curl my fingertips, holding down your hip with my other hand, watching you squirm

moving faster, pumping harder as you thrust your hips into me, i see the flush spreading across your chest and i know you're close

when i feel you're ready, i move my thumb to your clit, brushing it with every thrust, sending tidal waves through your nerves

you can come for me, as many times as you like, i'll ride out every climax with you

i'm straddling your leg and you can feel through my underwear how wet i am for you but you have my full focus, this is all about you

take your time. your aim isn't to make her come as fast as possible, it's to make sure she enjoys every moment. slow down, revel in the process of finding out what she likes.

tell her how beautiful she is, how tempting her cunt looks, how intoxicating it smells, how sweet she tastes. she might be feeling vulnerable, especially if she's inexperienced too - it's your job to make her feel safe and adored.

enjoy the journey - i know you just want to feel your tongue on her clit NOW, but exploring her thighs, working your way slowly to her folds, trailing all the way up her cunt, drinking her juices, letting her feel your breath before she feels your touch...it'll be worth it. for both of you.

learn to read her body with all of your senses. she might be vocal but she might prefer to bite her lip or enjoy being gagged. you don't need to hear her words to know what to do. you'll feel her muscles twitch and relax - learn what it means when she lifts her hips, squirms or sinks into you. she might taste and smell differently when she is close to coming for you. pay close attention to her clit - if you're lucky and you've done a particularly good job, you might see it twitch as she recovers from the perfect orgasm. enjoy it.

you can be vocal though. moan into her. use every sensation you can. light flicks to determined, long, slow licks. blow gently on her wetness. how does she react to your lip piercing? your teeth?

build and add to the experience until she's completely overwhelmed. play with her nipples. run your nails over her skin. lift her legs and spank her.

chances are, she'll get to the point where she really needs you to fuck her. slip your tongue all the way down and inside her. if you can't breathe, you're doing it right. that means you probably won't be able to keep it up for hours, so save this move for when she's right on the edge and you're ready to let her tip over.

if you're especially lucky and she's a squirter, you will get absolutely soaked. enjoy it. show her you're enjoying it. moan into her cunt; she'll come even harder.

if she needs to be fucked harder, slip your fingers inside her cunt and curl them up towards your tongue as it circles her clit. all of her most sensitive nerves will be between your tongue and your fingers. you'll be able to feel every tiny twitch inside her; it's the most beautiful place in the world to be.

think about how securely 2-3 doms can hold you down without needing any ropes or cuffs. think about how many areas they can work on at the same time. think about them talking like you're a toy they're playing with together...

The girl didn’t even jump when I squeezed her bum. It was soft and firm and filled my palm nicely. Honestly, I seemed more shocked than her. Her beautiful eyes peering out from above the line of the mask didn’t betray any emotion. She waved and stepped off the elevator. I didn’t do anything the next time I saw her.

She entered the elevator and pressed the button, staring at the doors while the lift rose. My hand gripped her ass again. A firm squeeze, a rub, move to the other cheek for the same treatment. The girl stood there completely unphased. Her blue plaid mask barely moving with her breaths. The ding of the elevator doors opening, and I pull my hand back, afraid to get caught. She waves and exits.

I wish that building was taller. I wish we lived on the thousandth floor. Standing behind her, my hard cock rubs against my pants, against her leggings, against her ass. My arms wrap around her, fondling her tits. “What’s your name?” I ask, innocently. No response. A silent glare from behind her avocado mask. The wrong question, I guess.

Those forty seconds are the best part of my day. One hand up her shirt, tugging at her nipples. One hand down her panties, fingering her pussy. The girl was always smooth, always wet, and never spoke. I always wanted more. I choked her once. Clutching her neck, I shoved two fingers into her pussy. The first noise I heard her make was a soft moan. When she waved goodbye, I swear I could see a smile underneath the flower-print fabric on her face.

The girl wore that strawberry mask again. I wanted to rip it off and kiss her. I played with her clit instead. My fingers were slippery and wet when I pull them from her panties. She waves goodbye. An invasive thought. I stepped off the elevator behind her and followed the girl down the hallway. I grabbed her ass while we walked. She stops to unlock her door and I step inside the dark apartment with her.

The lights are off. I pull down her leggings and shove her against the wall. It feels wrong, like I’m forcing her. Maybe I am, I can’t be sure. I unzip my pants. My painfully hard cock rubs against her bare ass. Adjusting to the low light, I can see her wet panties have little strawberries on them. The same pattern as her mask. I push her head against the wall and thrust my cock into her pussy.

She squirms a bit, so I hold her in place. I bury myself inside her with a sickening thump. Does she even want this? The girl shudders. She let me in. She let me touch her. Another fleeting movement as she tries to twist away. I yank her arms behind her back. I want this. She could have stopped any time. Her wet, slippery pussy takes my whole cock with each push.

I don’t know why I got so angry. After a few minutes I was rough, careless. I’m not usually like that. Something made me fuck her like I hated her. I’m usually the gentle type. I think I wanted to break her. I wanted to see something, anything. When she didn’t give it to me it pissed me off. She let me touch her and pound her stupid cunt, but she wouldn’t tell me her name.

Seeing her dull eyes peer back at me only made things worse. I ended up shoving her to the ground and pinning her wrists while I fucked her as hard as I could. I hated that she made me feel like I was assaulting her. I took it out on her cunt. My ears were burning, listening for the faintest moan or whimper.

She had been trying to quit. Her willpower would often get her through most of the day, but the threat of a sleepless night had broken her resolve time and time again. The girl desperately tries to reach orgasm by masturbation alone. A little closer, but not quite.

Porn is fine. There’s nothing wrong with that. As she opens her laptop, she takes one step closer to relapse. Fingering herself a bit faster, a dozen videos are skipped through in a few minutes. Seeking anything to satisfy her, more keywords are jammed into her search query. Nothing works.

A thumbnail next to the video catches her eye. Benign compared to most content, the short clip features a camgirl masturbating by herself. The girl has already lost the fight. She watches the actress cum and thank her audience.

Just five minutes. Just enough to make me sleep. That’s all. A new tab, a familiar website, she logs into her old account. A few clicks later, and she can see her naked body on the screen. Her pussy drips at the thought that anyone else can, too. Touching her pussy, comments start to flood in.

Back already? Missed you, princess <3. Love that she shows her face – so gorgeous. She’s online again? Anybody would be lucky to fuck her. Filthy whore. Be nice. Can you spread your pussy for me? Your cunt is angelic. You’re so hot. I want to lick you. I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you.

On the brink of cumming, one anonymous message catches her eye. You’re perfect.

She’s so cute when she cums. Naughty little slut. Good girl, cum for us. So fucking wet. She’s not stopping. What an adorable moan. Keep going. You’re going to make me cum, too. Don’t stop. You’re cumming again, already?

Hours later, the black eye of the webcam still stares at her bare pussy. The girl sleeps dreamlessly, legs open to any passing voyeur. Tomorrow is a new day. She’ll start it with hundreds of men stroking their cocks to her.

She revels in feeling the other woman's gaze linger on her body when she thinks she's being subtle. It starts slowly at first: stolen glances, words of devotion and praise, an unexpected touch. They've been together for so long, she's her closest companion. Yet there is an impassable distance between them. But despite that, the princess can see in her knight's gaze the hunger for something forbidden, the quiet shame warring with unshakable duty. It drives her wild.

It's amusing to wear more and more revealing dresses when they are together. The princess' skin flushes with excitement as the knight struggles to keep her composure. Her knight is oh so deferential to her. She takes so much pride in her loyalty and respect for her charge, that to see her so clearly struggling with carnal desires is intoxicating. Every nerve is set alight whenever the mask of composure slips. Her knight is just so stoic she cant help but try and get her to break. Like the hound's tormentor, the princess stands just beyond the reach of the chain.

But it escalates, her sense of authority spurning her on. She lets her hands wander while they travel together and her touch lingers far longer than it should. She takes to placing drops of her perfume in her knight's helmet or leaving her used clothing behind for her to find. The princess' begins to demand that her sentinel stand vigil while she changes, giving her knight plenty of fuel for the pyre burning within.

After an evening spent drinking together, she even goes as far as ordering her knight to kneel before her, mouth open. The princess knows that she will obey, no matter how unreasonable the request, without complaint or hesitation. Her smile is tranquil and graceful as she tilts back the woman's head and pours wine from her personal cup directly between her protector's lips. Her own mouth waters in response as she watches the drops spill, forming long, crimson streaks down her knight's muscular chest. She watches her writhe as she struggles not to cough out the priceless vintage. The music of her knight choking and gasping and the whispering rattle of her trembling, gauntleted hands fills her dreams with bliss.

The princess knows what those hands can do, the violence they contain beneath the thin veneer of discipline and poise. She finds herself wondering what would it feel like to have them break free and wrap around her throat? What would it feel like to have them force their way into her mouth or grip her hands behind her back or impact against her sensitive skin? The thoughts consume her. She pushes and pushes, watching her loyal protector slowly descend into a feral, pacing beast. The calm deference in her eyes cracking into an obsessive fever.

When the chain finally snaps, the change is immediate. Her gaze becomes cold and any gentleness or respect has crumbled away revealing the starving animal underneath. Her knight's pride has been hollowed out by an insatiable hunger. The princess knows that she'd never be able to stop whats coming, even as the strong hand grips her jaw roughly and flings her onto her bed. She cant stop the hot, muscled bulk of her once composed knight from pinning her down. She cant stop the sound of tearing silk and ragged desperate breathing that fills her ears. She cant stop her own voice from escaping as the other woman marks her in a savage, desperate rush to claim every inch of her. It wont stop until every teasing ploy has been repaid in spit and ecstasy and blood, until the princess' body and soul have been carved and defiled and possessed by the very person sworn to guard her.