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Just a Submissive at Heart
Emily. 19. I'm a sexual submissive, but I have dreams of leading a successful life. This blog contains my fantasies and is most definitely 18+ and NSFW. I cannot condone anything that is non consensual. Please feel free to ask me anything!
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(Previous parts of the Missy series here)
Her serviceable panties are damp, humid. The toy her professor inserted into her cunt has stirred her up. Her pussy is leaking around the toy. The crotch of panties are sodden. She presses her thighs close, rubbing them together discreetly, feeling the sticky wetness there, trying to put pressure on her clit. Not enough pressure.
She isn’t discreet enough. Her professor drives a hand through her hair, hauling back firmly while keeping his other hand placed on her back so only her head is pulled up.
“Be. Still.”
“Yes, Sir!” Her scalp prickles.
He holds her by her hair for another moment before letting go and easing her back down until her cheek once again rests on the table. He has her face turned towards him. Her face is at the level of his groin, the bulge of his cock concealed behind his slacks. She craves his cock. She want to nuzzle it. She wants to kneel before it and have its length laid atop her head, or slap her across the face. She wants it down her throat. At the back of her throat. Filling her throat.
She can’t see his hands as they’re higher than her sightline, but they must be busy with the control to the toy inside her because the rhythm changes. At first she thinks it’s a lazy pulsing, but the pulses seem to become bigger and harder.
Her hands are stretched over her head, gripping the other end of the table. No rope or chain or cuffs keep them fastened, only his will. She grips the table tightly and keeps her legs together like she was told to.
“You’re doing very well, Missy.”
He remains standing at her head. Her mind is becoming more frantic. She wants his cock sliding across her flesh between her breasts, working between her cleavage in short jabs. She wants his cock to come all over her chest, hit her chin, even her face. She wants it driving into her cunt. Forced into her ass until it’s tunneled into her bottom.
She blinks. Her professor has taken out a wooden paddle. Maybe he will let her come after he paddles her.
Her professor begins talking to her like he would like to a horse. “Good girl, Missy, that’s a good girl. Staying so still, waiting for me to take you out and use you. Waiting for your discipline.” His palm smoothed over her flank, swept through her hair. His fingers dip to her soaked panties and push up, finding the base of the small toy through the wet cloth, and pushing it higher inside her.
Missy groans. Wordless, animalistic, desperate.
The professor removes his hand and goes back to caressing the globes of her ass that he will shortly punish and turn tender and red.
“That’s a good girl. Good slave. Good Missy.”
He slides her panties down, helping her step out of them before he has her step her feet together again, keeping the toy inside. He folds the saturated fabric and drops it in front of Missy’s nose on the table. The scent of her slutty, juicy cunt fills her senses. Missy stares and smells the evidence of how much she creams for her professor’s discipline and control.
The professor walks around behind her. The paddle cracks against her skin.
Missy cries out.
“Hush, Missy.”
Crack.
Midway through her discipline, Missy’s professor has her stand up and step back from the table. He gives Missy her panties to hold in her mouth. He watches her as he tells her how to put it into her mouth. Crams it in. Stuffs it.
Then he takes her blouse off her. She has no bra on underneath, just the white blouse. He lets her keep the skirt though. It’s not much of a hindrance. When she bends over, it rises above her ass and anyway, it’s easy to flip up. He has her spread her legs and bend over. Her breasts hanging down, he palms her hot cunt and rasps his fingertips over her flaming, spanked ass, and nudges her clit with his finger. Not rubbing or rolling or even pinching, just nudging it, just a little. It makes her thighs quiver. He gives her pendulous tits a couple slaps though, sets them to swaying, and he pinches her nipples, pulling down on them. Missy keeps her balance.
“That’s it. Good Missy. Good Missy,” he repeats.
Then it’s back over the table. Missy offers herself up to the paddling.
Oh my…want. I just love the way he talks to her…
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