A Week In A Dungeon ~ Day 5 F - Sex Stories

A Week In A Dungeon ~ Day 5 F

... elegant legs. She presents her fingers, damp with sticky cream, to Ashley's little nose. She says nothing as she waits for Ashley to inhale her scent. Ashley can feel the warmth coming from the woman's fingers. Their scent slowly begins filling her head, her mouth, teasing her tastebuds, her throat. It is such a different smell than Tessa, or even Miss Rose. This woman's wet desire, it reminds Ashley of authority. Wanton lust and power soaked with feminine arousal. The pheromones from the woman's sex juice begin manipulating Ashley's brain. She can feel her mouth start to water and the muscles in her pussy to tremble and ache. "Do I smell turned on enough?" Madam asks, forcefully. Again, Ashley's nostrils fill with the woman's pungent bouquet. "Yes… Madam. Yes, Madam," Ashley assures. Madam pauses, staring at her beautiful, captive play-thing. She brings her fingers to her own nose and inhales deeply. The woman exhales with a naughty moan. "I'm turned on, yes. But I've been wetter than this before. And I think you can get me there," Madam insists, cruelly. No… please... Ashley's body feels like it's been put through a marathon. But the finish line is still no where in sight. The pounding soreness emanating from each of her holes is too much. Every nerve ending, every sensitive, swollen gland squelches for gratification. "I know…" Madam posits with a grin. "I know something really naughty, that just might get my pussy wet enough… to satisfy me. For now…" Ashley hears Madam ...

... cross the room and then a familiar sound is heard. Ashley hears the metal bucket she peed into being lifted and set down next to her. A thousand horrifying thoughts rush through her mind. No… what? What is she going to have me do!? Madam grins wildly as she bends down next to Ashley's pail of urine. "Have you ever tasted your own piss?" Madam asks, wickedly. Ashley is afraid her new dominant, but not as much as she is of not getting to orgasm soon. "No, Madam…" Ashley whines, defeated. Madam dips the tip of the vibrator into the bucket. She lifts it up to Ashley's lips, allowing the potent smell to waft into her nose. "This isn't going back inside you until you clean your dirty piss off of it," Madam demands, aroused. Ashley has no will to fight anymore. The idea of not getting off… of not having the relentless pounding inside her swollen pussy… is truly horrifying. It trumps all other emotions and fears Ashley is being threatened with. Her moist ring is exhausted and trembles as it squeezes against the plug. Ashley's mouth opens helplessly, ready to submit to her next act, no matter how humiliating. "What a slut you are…" Madam moans, mocking Ashley with her tone. "Willing to drink your own piss just to get that little pussy off?" Madam giggles evilly as she drops the vibrator onto the ground. "I don't even have permission to get you to do something that… naughty… not yet anyways. I just wanted to see if you were that filthy. I'm glad, now I know what kind of girl you are…" ...