Leather Seats
"Omg!" he gasped, not being able to catch himself as his mind raced - not being able to recall how he got *here*. On his hands and knees in he backseat, face pressed hard to the black leather seats, the potent smell mixed with that of his own sweat. These smells of fear and desire intermingled and danced in his senses and his mind as his body felt like one big ball of electricity.
"That is Goddess, little bitch", she practically purred, her fingernails digging into his hips. But it wasnt the purr of a kitten, but of a cat, a big one, with a purr both deep and controlled. It was a purr that he could imagine would quickly turn into a growl if he displeased her.
As the tip slid into his lubed ass, he cried out, not because it hurt, so much as releasing the tension of waiting for her to take him, to assert this level of control. There was surprise, need, and fear in his voice, and he hardly recognized it. He tried to take a deep breath, to relax as the strap on eased in further. Just then, a hand slap landing on his ass made him jump, and the sensation jumped like lightning to his cock, making it jump, the sweet pain bringing some clarity to his mind. He felt the steady dribble from his cock and again tried to breathe. Again Her hand came down on his ass, and again, and a hiss escaped his lips each time, After she stopped, the sting remained, hot and warm, and he tried to focus on that.
"And what are you supposed to say when you are given a gift from Me, whore?" Her voice was firm, but still patient, but he didnt hesitate to respond, clearing his throat to make sure She could hear him the first time.
"Thank you Beautiful Goddess - for taking this bitch up the ass!" He blurted it out before realizing it, slipping even deeper under her control, as if verbalizing it made it sink in...solidify. Her control was proving to be like an ocean, so beautiful and yet so deep that he knew he was smart to be fearful. He knew he risked drowning before finding the depth of it.
With a firm but slow push the strap on filled him further, his asshole felt hot, as electric shocks ran through him, the sensation of being taken up the ass more than just physical. His mind shifted to a calmness, despite the whimpering sounds his throat made and the trembling of his body.
However when the tip of the dildo pressed against his prostate his still mind flashed red, and a choked off scream escaped him. Before this She had teased and tormented him mercilessly before putting him in this position, her ability to penetrate his mind further and further was frightening. The bolt of pure electric pleasure had caught him off guard, so contrasting to the stretching of his ass that proceeded it. He was at least familar with the feeling of being stretched, as She had been training his ass for some time with a plug to prepare him for this step. The sensation left him panting, his fingers digging into the leather, grasping for something real as his mind was shattering in little pieces.
He was sure She could tell what was going on in his head, as she usually could, as he felt her nails begin a long slow rake, firmly down his bare back. His body arched sharply in response, moaning, eyes closing. The sensation pulled the parts of him back together forcefully, the welts burning with fire as she continued all the way down his back to his ass.
"Please Miss, may I have more!?" came out in his voice, strained, high. Relief flooded through him - to put voice to his need to be body and mind fucked by Her - fully and irrevocably. His need to please her was what was holding him together now, keeping his focus. He tried to remember how many traffic lights there were on the way to work to try to hold it together.
Laughter filled the vehicle as She began to move her hips, slowly, pushing in and pulling out the strap on, grinding into him expertly. He could feel the stretching even more now, his head coming up, eyes flying open as the realization of what was happening hit home. The bobbing of his aching cock felt far away and his face burned red. Knowing there was no going back from this, no denial that this was what he truly wanted to be for Her. Independent of his shame, his body tried to push back, reacting to Her teasing, fucking him with shallow thrusts, avoidng the depth he instictively craved.
"Oh, do you think I'm going to make it *that* easy?" She says, laughing as She shifts her hips. pulling the dildo back, and nearly out of his ass. The sensation is instant, he feels empty, even more needy. Her laugh tells him volumes, and he knows what he needs to do. She has always told him that actions speak louder than words, and she will hold him to that standard. Laying his head back down on the leather seats, his breathing begins to come in short pants. He spreads his legs for Her, anticipation on his tongue, so sweet.
"Very good wanton little whore." she says, laughing at him before giving him the reward. Her hips push forward slowly, the dildo sliding in fully,, until it brushes against his sweet spot again deep inside.
"Thank you Miss!" his voice cries out in the small space, his body shuddering hard as She begins to steadily fuck him, occasionally giving him a taste of blinding pleasure. He hears his strangled moans, and sweat covers his quivering body. His response is a steady stream of verbal gratitude, and when he feels Her hand wrap around his cock, the furthest thing from his mind is trivail questions like..... "How did I get here?".
The End
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