Some silly thoughts I’ve been having today about my submissive expressed in cheesy pick-up lines:
You must be yoghurt because I want to spoon you.
Looks like you dropped something – my jaw!
You must be Jamaican cos you Jamaican me crazy. (that’s one of his)
Did you get those pants on sale, because at my house they’d be 100% off.
You must be a keyboard because you’re just my type.
Last night we smoked, we played a new game with our friends online – which was really fun – and we went to bed. He dressed up in his new shiny PVC corset top (see pic below) and a long fishtail PVC skirt.
I wanted to DEVOUR him he looked so good. I spent probably 2 hours rubbing him, teasing him, talking to him, I got him so deep into subspace that I didn’t know if he’d come back or not. He asked me several times if he could cum, I told him yes he could and then stopped when he was just on the verge.
Every single time he was about to cum, I stopped dead, removed my hand from his cock and focused on other parts of his body. He was suspended there for ages. I cuffed his wrists behind his back and had him lie on his side so I had access to his ass. I kept his skirt on but pulled it tight so that he had minimal leg movement, otherwise he squirms around so much it’s hard to keep him pinned.
I plugged the magic wand in and spent some time teasing his body, when I finally did let him cum, he was exhausted to the point of not moving. He lay there for ages, I uncuffed him and held him from behind as his body shook. He kept moaning even long after the orgasm.
Afterwards he said “you’re like a machine” “how did you keep that up for so long?”. It made me blush. I was exhausted when I got into bed, especially after not sleeping well the previous night and being completely utterly stoned. I don’t know, something drives me when I start, I don’t want to stop. I get as much pleasure out of doing that to him as he gets from receiving, of having that control over him, more than he realises.