Kinky Fun

this starts happening more and more frequently. it’s maybe once a week at first, then twice a week, and then u find urself being denied more often than not. it slowly starts taking it’s toll on u. ur brain seems fuzzier and ur cunt’s definitely needier. it’s harder to focus for long periods of time bc of the constant dull aching sensation between ur legs. u start getting more and more desperate. u plead and beg and find urself agreeing to things that u used to find disgusting.

u can’t remember the last time u came. how long has it been? days? weeks? months? “pls pls pls can i cum daddy?” u ask him. “u can cum but only if ur humping the toilet and panting like a bitch” he tells u. so u swallow all ur pride and ur dignity and ur self respect and u do as ur told bc ur body’s desperate to feel some sort of release. u feel urself getting close, the cold, hard porcelain feels so good against the hot, wet ache of ur cunt. “pls can i cum? pls pls pls pls pls daddy?” u beg and pant, rutting ur hips back and forth like a bitch in heat.

“oh sweetheart ur so so sooooo good for asking, but no. i’ve decided this is ur new life now. i think it’s best if u never get to cum again. now, keep that tongue out and look up at me i wanna cum all over ur face”

his response breaks ur brain and u accept ur new reality as he jerks off over ur face. ur no longer a person, ur jerk off material for him. ur pleasure doesn’t matter anymore. u don’t get to make decisions or have opinions like u used to. u exist to make him feel good and nothing else matters. it feels so good knowing that u no longer have any control. this is exactly how it should be. he cums on ur face and praises u for being so good for him. u look up at him adoringly, brain blissed out and euphoric and fuzzy from the denial. “daddy?” u ask. “yes baby?” he replies.