Its been 3 weeks since my dominant told me to ‘get lost.’ He was unaware that his favorite naughty tan lines take 24 hours to develop post-salon spray..
After drinking and partying a couple nights, he thought he could unexpectedly drop by for just a quick fuck??
(His cum is so sweet, but surely not post-party)… instead of communicating these facts like an adult- my anxiety sadly took a different route..
^This translated to him poorly however, and he doesn’t know how sorry I truly am for that..
While he decides to take space, and let others satisfy his king sized cock, I’m left in solitude with sorrow.
During the weekdays I can find myself work busy, or distracted raising my kitten Madeline.. but it’s at night when my sub-conscious knows no bounds.
One capsule of melatonin by 10pm, and the dreamscape starts around midnight. I woke up 6:30 this morning with my clit throbbing..
I recall being left in a bathtub, wrists tied behind my back.. C.J disappears briefly then returns holding a bottle of clear oil, and gag.
Now there are basic ballgags if he wants to watch me drool for him, but in his strong hand was a punishment type of gag, this time.
A metal ring gag of a larger diameter.. C.J murmured “don’t look at me” as he lowered his body towards me, and roughly adjusted the gag strap around my face.
I open my mouth wide, but not wide enough.. I squeak in slight discomfort, as my tongue gets caught thru the ring instead of under the ring.
“I’ll be back after you’ve had time to think about your manners” – I hear in a deep tone. I want to talk back, but cannot while gagged.. His eyes met mine as C.J knew i couldn’t speak.
This perhaps thrilled him, as those eyes glittered with such dark intensity.. it sparks a light shock up my spine when i get to see him be pleased…
“You’re welcome to draw a bath, while you reflect..” he starts coyly. “Ahh, that’s right.. your hands are tied for misbehaving.. Shame.“
I wiggle a bit as I’m completely naked watching him resist a smile, as he grabs the oil bottle. He pours the oil over my breasts, and across my neck, and it quickly starts to slide down my body cold.
“This should keep you wet without bath water then” he said, as he decided to rub at my instantly hard nipples.
Fondling my now slippery chest, I begin to feel desire stir. Its pleasurable to have my tits touched (just never pulled or pinched)
C.J splashes some more oil onto my stomach and thighs, as the arousal grew, among other things. The bottle gets tossed aside, and I’m suddenly pulled closer to him- by my hair.
The oil slides down torso and thighs and onto my knees. With my arms tied behind me still, my knees slip.. I’m unable to sit up proper for him…
My hair gets gripped harder, as he pulls my face out of the tub to his liking. Spit is starting to dribble past the ring, slow falling to the floor. With my chest against the edge of the tub, I slip forward and whimper a bit.
This hurts a smidge, but C.J pulls me forward to be face level with his dick underneath his shorts.
“You wish i’d let you choke on this cock” he growled, while enjoying my hair in his fist.
“You just wait here, while I grab a plug or two.” ..I soft moaned, as more drool was forming, but I wanted to voice a proper response so very much.
“Only good girls get all of me-but i’m not sure how good you really are”.. he continues, now forcing my jaw against shorts bulge.
While guiding my skull back by my hair, he pulls me away a bit, and I notice the head of his semi-hard cock against his leg as he begins to grab at my neck with his free hand.
C.J strongly lowers me back into the tub, but 1st he moves his grip from my neck, to my wet mouth. He slow spits down the ring, right on the back of my tongue..
He watches my eyes, mirror to his soul, as I move my tongue back to swallow.
The eye contact has my pussy awake, and now my hips are aching to be stuffed with his fat cock.
“Maybe I’ll be back, or maybe I wont” he asserts- as he flicks the warm shower water on swiftly.
I get sprayed in my eyes and hair, and I try to sit up straight to move out of the way of the water stream, but I’m slipping tremendously, tied, on the oil.
C.J vanishes, and I get water in my throat with my mouth forced held open by the ring gag.
I choke and awake.. but I can still feel all the water on my face.
My bedtime thong is damp, and I can feel a pulse in the hood of my clit as I comprehend what just fucking happened. ..My eyes water next thou, as the sun is rising, because it’s just my shut laptop next to me in bed, but I very much wish it was C.J instead.
