My instructions were clear. In the bedroom, naked, collar on and wait. How I told you to wait wasnt included, so you sat on the bed, eyes wide as you fiddled with the tag on your collar. “Property of Mommy” etched into the silver metal, a heavy reminder of who was in charge in this space. You swallow hard as you hear me coming, and soon, I enter the room, a laced black lingerie set clinging to my curves, black high heels clicking with every step. I step in front of you and tsk. “Kneel.” I command, and you obey. Dropping to your knees, hands on your thighs, staring up at me with those eyes, those please have mercy eyes, but I know you want nothing but my all.
Soon, you find yourself tied to the bed, spread open, your inner thighs exposed. Your pussy was worked open on my biggest strap, and left inside you, panties pulled up over your hips, keeping you full. Yet, a rope harness on your hips keeps my wand vibrator on your clit. Controlled by my phone, I sit between your thighs, caressing the soft skin of your inner thigh as I keep the vibrator on high. “What is a good word to say when you need something badly?” I ask, between marking hickies between your thighs. When you whimper out a soft please, I hum in agreement, but when you reach the edge and beg to cum, I say no, keeping you edged. “What do you say when you are given something?” I ask following the first edge. “Thank you, that’s right.. I want you to beg for permission to cum. And thank me for what I give you.” I say, before the vibrator purrs to life again, and I edge you again. Over and over again, just to hear you beg to cum so sweetly, and deny you again and again. Until the lesson on manners sticks, and please and thank you are second nature now..Â
I would absolutely be playing with the collar, squirming under the meaning of it (one of my biggest weakness damnit). Breath coming out in rapid short bursts while I try to calm my racing thoughts. I know I'm in for it. Eyes widening when you walk in, taking in the beautiful lace clinging to you before immediately following your command. You can see right through me. I can put on a brave face but you know deep down what I need.
Making me answer questions in a position like that when you know I am fighting to keep some level of composure is cruel. Especially questions like that. Edging me too? I'd be whimpering beneath you, eyes glazed over while I try to squirm in my ties. Trying to form the words. "P-please-" then your lips brushing over my skin as I answer your question. Coming down from an edge "Thank you Miss." My answers would get less and less coherent, sounding more jumbled and slured as you continue the edges, "p-please, I-I need-fu-" between choked gasps and moans.
