With nothing to support her weight but her now quivering thighs, she wished she had spent more time in the gym under the squat rack. She had followed his orders to stay fit but the energy spent with him over the last hour was now becoming unbearable. Shifting her weight back and forth between her toes and the sturdy heels of her custom made shoes, she found a way to relax…up to this point. She continued to massage her breasts, to tug on her nipples as he had instructed. Each tug sent a wave of excitement through her belly and into her dripping snatch. She was stubborn enough that she kept her puss contracted as to not let him see her juices flowing. He was in control, he thought, but she continually tried to maintain her control in order to make him want her even more.
He had trained her to slowly take the plugs until she was ready for his favorite. The shape of it fit her perfectly, the smoothness of the glass causing it to slide into her forbidden hole effortlessly. That was some time ago. He had said nothing, simply watched, took in her every move. He truly was in control. He knew of her stubbornness and he had decided to show her once and for all that by doing very little, he could control her, he could dictate her pleasure while taking in sights he would keep with him for the rest of his days.
With each turn of the handle, she stiffened convinced of her control over herself. With each turn of the handle, he marveled in the tiny contractions within her that made her now soaking puss twinge and flutter. He focused on the pulsing around the plug as she flexed involuntarily at the pleasure. She struggled and tried to maintain control but she could squat no longer. The pressure had built in her thighs and she had to seek relief. Her first move towards standing resulted in a totally unexpected experience. Her skin stretching sent a wave of electricity through her inner walls. It was mind numbing. She lowered herself in order to resist her pending climax. Legs burning she started to flex and support her again resulting in an even more intense fire insider her. Looking in disbelief at him, she saw his grin widen. She hadn’t even noticed that her hands were working her breasts like never before. She had inadvertently put on a show for him while thinking she was in control. Focusing on her own body she realized that her pussy was dripping and she was squeezing her firm mounds harder than ever before. Her fingers grinding into her chest she slowly began to rock up and down. Her ass on fire and her pussy begging for relief, she began to plunge up and down on the object of her pleasure. It was then she realized that no matter what she did to keep her irrational belief of being in control, he had her. He was always two steps ahead. He knew her better than she knew herself and she was his to puppet. She felt the moan rising in her throat and in an instance, against her will, she released the sound he longed for.
"Who are you?" he asked quietly.
"Your Bitch." she replied.
"Excuse me?" he asked moving the bulbous plug faster and deeper within her.
"Your Bitch Sir." she replied a little louder.
"Excuse me?" plug pounding into her hole with a force unimaginable but desired.
"Your Bitch Sir!" just a little bit louder shaking from the ground up.
"You have one more chance and then I’m finished." was his only reply.
"I AM YOUR BITCH!!!" she screamed and with that she was rewarded with his masterful tongue flicking her swollen clit only twice before his fingers plunged into her silky smooth pussy causing her to scream in a way she thought not possible releasing her pent up juices filling the palm of his hand and soaking the cuff of his shirt. Shuddering, she fell to her knees as he freed his hand. On all fours, sweat dripping from her face, she leaned forward towards his palm and began to lap her juices from his hand.
"Good Girl" was all that was said as she drank…then the wonderful sound of his zipper lowering readied her for her next responsibility…