Couples Counseling Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Couples Counseling Pt. 04

... if I wanted to. My puppy-slave's frothy mouth is panting just as hard. But we are breathless for different reasons. For me, it's in recovery from a seismic-grade climax. In his case, it's a desperate need for one of his own.

This realization galvanizes me into action.

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I have a time-sensitive task before me, and I need to strike while the iron is hot. I drop to one knee, place a firm hand on Tosh's pelvis to still the anxious, craving motion of his hips. Instantly, he obeys. This in turn reminds me to re-enable the audio feed in his headphones. I stroke his cheek affectionately. "There, there, my sweet pet, my plaything, my delicious pussy-slave,there..."

He hears the comfort and praise in my voice, the breathlessness too; and I think he has an idea what he just did for me. I'm not going to tell him his performance was fucking breathtaking, of course, because that could relinquish my grip on that willful pride of his. I need him 'prideless' a little longer; I need him just the way he is, which is enslaved to me, and utterly submissive.

"There's a good deal more you need to learn about pleasing Domme-cunt, slave. But all in all I find you ... trainable." Hah, that should do the trick;subordination by faint praise.

I reach into my vulva and gather a generous slathering of his triumph. "Open wide, tongue out."

Dragging in his collar ring, my fingers feed the juices deep into his mouth and I let his tongue clean off my palm. Moaning softly as he laps ...

... and swallows, my pet shows once more his aptitude for my lessons in submissive gratitude. My pussy pings at the sight of this; high up on my list of visual turn-ons is that of a blindfolded boy-sub being force-fed sexual fluids he wasn't expecting.

Ugh, I can't help myself: I lean in for a ravenous kiss. I engulf his lips with mine, and, with my invading tongue, lap back some of my own pussy juices. And next, with my mouth intertwined with his, I blurt out something else I can't help:I love you, Tosh!

Really?

I think my unguarded words are lost in the gooey, gushy mess of our kiss and, hopefully, reach his ears as an incomprehensible mumbling. As times for true confessions go, this would be an especially awkward one. Just the same, I said it, and in my head and heart and hoohah, I meant it.

Whatexactly I meant by it, well, we can sort that out later.

Now, back on task: I take hold of Tosh's erection with one hand, his balls with the other. Quickly, I get a feel for the state of his arousal, the volatility of his member, and proceed from there. What I do next is business-like, but effective. Long story sort, very soon Tosh is a struggling, whimpering, desperately shivering wreck of a slave-boy; his manhood helpless in my expert hands, he can neither stifle or satisfy his lust, or escape it.

"Slave, if I give you release, you mustn't think of it as a reward." I massage his balls, "All the hot, bubbling semen you have stored up up in here -- I made that, and it ...