Musings of a Pervy Princess

Methods? I don’t know that they have names. Maybe I should give them names.

A lot of the work is done in the first 6 months, from my perspective. I made her need me. I made myself the place she turns for validation, attention, honest conversations about what a disgusting little cunt she is, affection, purpose and sex. Then I exploited that.

She no longer knows where she is. She can’t untangle her lust and her fetishes and her needs from me. She doesn’t want to.

I tailor punishments to a specific and usually well considered idea of what will cause her to never fuck up that way again and I’m proud to say it hasn’t let me down yet.

I mix denial and release. I know when she needs one or the other. I play a long game. I’m always five steps ahead of her.

I’m honest with her.

I want the color of your lips in my teeth. I want to suck the flavor of your tongue. I want to lick that pretty little smile right off of your face.

I want my hands pressed into every part of you. I want to paint you in fingerprints. I want to grab handfuls of you and stuff you into my mouth. I want you in my fists.

I want to smell you like an animal, filling my lungs with your scent, then lap at you. I want to root into you. I want to kiss your cunt like I kiss your starving mouth. I want a devourment. I want to swallow you.

I want the inside of you. Where I live. Where I belong. I want the lewd meat of you. I want to be wrapped in your throbbing. I want to make you slosh and quiver. I want to feel you need me in you, even when it hurts, especially when it hurts. I want you with a cock that strains against the very skin that contains it.

I want you with reverence and raw greed. I want to fall on my knees in worship, slathering myself in your sacrament. I want to bludgeon and barrel into you, punishing you for my sin. I want to make you a place of reckoning.

This.

If I told you

Would you think less of me if I told you that I thought about your pussy today and all the dirty, nasty things I want to do to it?

Would you call me a deviant if I told you that whenever I see you naked I want to bend you over my lap and slap your cute, white ass until it’s red?

Would you never talk to me again if I told you that there hasn’t been a day since I’ve met you that I didn’t want to push my cock down your throat?

Would you hold it against me if I told you that I will rip your panties off as soon as I see you again and fuck your tight, pretty pussy without mercy?

Would you say that I’m a bad man if I told you that after I cum inside you I will lick you ferociously until you cream all over my face?

Would you hate me or love me even more - if I told you?

Show me.

We walk through the front door after returning to your place from dinner. Your hand reaches to toss your keys in the ceramic dish sitting on the table against the wall. As soon as your keys leave your fingertips, my hand reaches out grabbing your wrist and pulling you into my body.

My other hand secures you by your hip - holding your pelvis against mine. I throw you against the opposite wall and suddenly my body is pressed against the back of yours. Facing the wall, you feel me lean in over your shoulder and whisper “I want you right now.”

I pull your arm over your head and press the palm of your hand against the wall. My other hand moves from your hip and grasps your opposite wrist placing it in the same position. “Leave your hands right where they are,” I command.

My hands trace down your arms - moving from wrist to elbow to deltoids to traps before running down your ribs and coming back to rest on your hips.

Reaching around, you feel my fingertips slip between the waistband of your leggings and your smooth stomach. My fingers slide around and come together just beneath your belly button. I push the waistband of your leggings forward allowing my hands to slide down and over your hip flexors.

My left hand moves toward the inside - fingers curling under your mound and forcefully pulling up on your bare pussy. “This is why you’re not allowed to wear panties when you’re with me - I want immediate and unrestricted access to your pussy.”

At the same time, my right hand moves up across your flat stomach cupping your breast. Reaching inside your padded bra, my index finger and thumb give your already hard nipple a firm squeeze. Twisting and pulling on it…

"Every time I play with your nipples your pussy starts to drip." The middle and ring finger on my left hand dive into your soaked pussy as I comment on your arousal. "I love knowing you’re always ready for me."

My hands pull your leggings down exposing your perfect ass. “Take a step backward and present yourself for me.” You comply - moving a foot away from the wall and bending forward while leaving your hands in their position above you head.

Immediately, a firm slap lands on your right ass cheek. “What do you say?”

"Thank you" is your immediate response. You don’t even think about what you’re saying anymore - you’ve been trained to respond like this. It’s second nature.

Another slap - this one landing on your left cheek. Another “thank you.”

"Are you ready to be fucked?" I ask as my two fingers unexpectedly ram back inside your wet hole - this time entering you from behind.

"Yes please," you reply in anticipation of having me use your pussy.

"Tell me if you’re ready," I instruct as I pull my two fingers out of your pussy and bring them to your mouth. Your lips open to respond as my fingers slip inside. Your tongue dutifully massages my digits. Pulling them out, you reply: "yes sir, I’m ready."

"Good girl." My hand smears the mix of saliva and pussy juice on the head of my cock. Without hesitation, I thrust it between your wet lips - spreading you apart as you greedily accept my entrance.

My right hand presses against your lower back forcing your ass out even farther. My left wraps around your hip and begins massaging your clit.

Pumping hard and fast, I forcefully fuck you from behind. Pressing your clit down and massaging it in a circular motion at a medium pace. My right hand now reaches up to grab your ponytail. Pulling my fistful of hair causes your back to arch even more for me - my cock now penetrating you and driving into your g-spot.

My cock begins to swell and your lips wrap tighter around my shaft. One last pulse of my swollen head and a hot load suddenly spills inside you. I continue to pump as more cum gushes out - my throbbing cock filling your greedy pussy.

When my release comes to an end, my hips move back and my cock slides out of your messy pussy. “Now turn around and squat in front of me,” I command.

"Squat all the way down - keep your knees spread open for me. Now, I want you to hold one hand below your pussy. Palm up. Good girl. Now use your mouth to clean my cock."

As instructed, you lean forward and use your tongue to lick our sex off my cock. Lips running up and down each side of my shaft trying to suck the remaining juices off me. You wrap your lips around my head and suck the last few drops out of me.

"Good girl. Now whatever falls from your pussy is yours to finish. Whatever stays inside you will be there for the rest of the night. Hold that pose, I’ll be back after I shower to see how you’ve done."

Whisper it to me when I’m slowly sliding inside you. When you can feel me spreading you, stretching you, filling you up. Whisper it. Once. Twice. As many times as you want. No other words are permitted. You can keep them for another time. Right now there is only one.

I don’t care how you say it. If it’s a moan or a scream. If it’s loud or quiet. If you yell it at the neighbors or groan it into the pillow. But you will say it when I’m pounding into you. My mouth on your neck, my hand pulling at your hair. I will insist. I will demand.

I want to hear it when you’re close to cumming. When you can feel it building inside you. Yell it, shout it, curse it. It doesn’t matter. Just say it. I want the only word leaving your mouth when you cum to be my name. You can bite me as you say it. You can scratch me while you do it. Let yourself go and let it leave your mouth.

I’m the reason you’re shaking. I’m the reason your nipples are hard and your clit is throbbing. I’m the reason you will drench these sheets over and over again. For that I want to hear you say my name. When I’m getting you wet. When I’m fucking you. When I’m making you cum. I want to hear you say it. I need to hear it. Now, say it!

I want you on your couch wearing only the heels you just purchased. Your knees are to be on the cushion with your torso hanging over the armrest. That’s it, bend all the way over and place your palms on the floor to support yourself. I want your smooth ass fully presented for me.