Mistress’ Cucked Little Cum Rag

His hands are all over my body, somehow everywhere at once. That’s how it feels, anyway.

And I know that’s how it looks.

Yeah, I know you’re there, slave. Watching. Those eyes perfectly communicating a blend of sheer exhilaration, fear and arousal to anyone bothered to look.

I’m not looking. Neither is He.

His eyes, fingers and mouth delight in my clamped tits. Rose pink nipples beautifully trapped and offered up like the extra sensitive treats they are, for him to devour. His other hand roams to cup underneath a voluptuous breast, and he lets out an aggressively horny grunt as he explores still further south. Fingers splayed, slowly traversing my narrow waist until my body flares again; the extra-generous width of my hips.

Rounded fingernails grip my arse in a surge of want, pulling me closer to him. Then with a sudden Dominant push he spreads my legs, his hand seeking out the wetness he knows he’s inspired. In part thanks to his masculine hotness, in part the current attentions to my clamped tits; his hot breath, his cruel teeth.

No, we’re not looking at you. But we know you’re there. Matching our lust-filled shallow breaths, sensing every tingle of intimate nerve-endings, a living part of the musky, sex-laden atmosphere.

We’re almost totally lost in each other, our bodies, and the moment… We would sink into each other completely, to oblivion – but instead choose to enjoy your teasing torment as part of tonight’s erotic foreplay.

It’s so fucking hot to know you’re so teased, so turned on… and so completely unable to do anything about it. Forced to watch, by me, by us, by the posture collar, as you suffer on all fours. You constantly feel your aching need seep and drip between the metal bars to the floorboards beneath.

You know that all you have to look forward to is more scenes which incense you with deep, painful surges of arousal and almost overwhelming waves of jealousy. Oh, and thick, hot shame.

Yeah, I know you’re jealous, slave. Jealous that my real man is the one who gets to fondle me, molest me, fuck me… and that’s whenever he damn well likes. He can take me any time of the day or night, anywhere. And he’s taking me now. Every inch the Alpha male Dominating his girl, bending me to his will, his desires – and in contrast you’re there locked in posture collar and chastity cage on all fours on the floor.

A sissified, plugged slave who dreams of pleasing Mistress by begging to taste her pussy… from the cock of her real man. Sucking him after he’s filled me with his cum. My real man, who gets hard when I want him to, and stays hard… even through a multiple-hole fucking session. And he’ll still be rock hard and ready to spunk a fourth time when he’s finally ready for your slutty, eager mouth.

But for now, you just get to watch. Shell-shocked, nervous but undeniably turned on. The unspoken contrast between real man and cucked sissy slut is obvious, to none more than yourself. He plays my body easily; I can’t contain the urgent mewls and wails escaping my lips as he caresses my pinched nipples and need-slicked labia. His fingers are expertly drawn to my exposed, erect clit and he cruelly pinches and toys with it.

He turns me and you get to see everything. Don’t mistake this for coincidence, he’s practised in cuck-teasing. But so is Mistress. You’ll see every writhe of my hot, glistening body under his attentions, every spank of his ‘little girl’s’ spread arse, every inch of his glorious cock disappearing between plump lips.

My eyes meet yours as I deep-throat him in 69, his tongue precisely where you endlessly wish yours could be – and never will. His cock exactly where you wish yours were allowed – if it were anything more than an oversized sissy clitty, and attached to a real man. My eyes mocking you as I moan on ‘Daddy’s’ cock deep in my throat, swallowing on his tip and feeling the first spasms of his orgasmic tide before it shoots thick, hot ribbons down my throat.

Knowing he’ll recover from his before I recover from mine, ground on his face. Almost blinding you with envy. And when I finally leave my post-orgasmic haze it will be to witness him using you as nature intended… as nothing more than a real man’s whorish little cum rag.

Mistress' cucked little cum rag

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