Description
by Dr. Jane Foxx
Pauline Morrison has her own slave, at last. And it looks as though she is going to keep him. Using her aunt’s tried and tested methods of domination, Pauline quickly has Robert Franklin completely under her control. While denying him the sexual release he craves, Pauline makes use of him for her own pleasure, which is made doubly satisfying by the knowledge that he is suffering and she is the cause of it.
Published: 10 / 2011 No. words: 31100
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Fem Dom – F/M, Bondage/BDSM Fetishes, Sex Slavery / Training
His restrained wrists were re-positioned and tied to the bed frame. Now, he found himself lying on the lady’s bed in an ultra-compromising pose.
“I want you face up,” Pauline was telling him, “so I can position myself directly over your eager mouth. Naturally, I want to feel you licking at my divinely-shapely tush, in case you didn’t realize it yet. Actually, I want to see for myself if the oral action you provide is as delightful as my dominant female friends have been telling me. Personally, I don’t see how it could be any better than having my hot, inexhaustible pussy sucked to each wilted frazzle, as you were doing for me a while ago. That was simply scrumptious, Bobby-poo, and I freely admit it! But I’m curious about the possibilities of this other oral exercise I’ve heard so much about, and, naturally, I want you to give me your very best effort. I know you will! I feel you’d love the opportunity to kiss and lick my cute little ass. Am I right? Tell me!”
“Yes, Mistress, I think it would be wonderful! You’re so beautiful. I don’t know how anyone could ever resist such an opportunity!”
“Well said!” the young lady replied with a smile, while removing the satin robe from around her shoulders.
A moment later, the adorable Pauline Morrison was nestling her naked self into a duly prescribed position. This time, she was straddling Robert Franklin’s face.
Indeed, the young man’s facial identity nearly disappeared under the young lady’s warm posterior. He could barely move under her complete loveliness, but Robert felt he had no other choice than to fulfill his Mistress’s expectations. Besides, it was not an unpleasant position to be in with a young woman who was so beautiful.
“Kiss my luscious ass, Bobby-poo,” the young lady emoted. “Let me feel the true depth of your unquestioning affection for me. Oh, yes! That’s it! That’s what all the other girls have been telling me about! Kiss for me! Be my Romeo-style, licking lover! Oh, yes! It’s so nice sitting on your cute face! Lick! Lick for me! That’s Mommy’s good little boy!”
In his pressured position, Robert Franklin agreed this was another ideal pose to be used in demonstrating his unbridled affection for the lovely Pauline Morrison. Even in this humiliating posture, he was tremendously excited, and felt obliged to offer as much oral caress for the lady’s pleasure as he possibly could.
Pauline was certainly responding in a most lively fashion, pressing herself into his mouth with keen exuberance, over and over again. It was as if the young lady had found a delightful new toy that offered the type of stimulation she wanted, at least for the moment.
As they went along in that same accommodating pose, Robert Franklin could see almost nothing, but he could hear her female laughter and the occasional saucy comment coming from his dominant Mistress.
“Oooo, I like this position! I like it very much!” the young lady announced. “It makes me feel so giddy, and so wanted! I’m actually getting very wet, Bobby-poo! You know what that means, don’t you? I want to use your mouth, again! Just wait until I turn myself around. Yes! There! Now, let’s try coupling this way, just to see how it feels to my darling pussy.”
Robert Franklin only had a momentary respite from licking Pauline Morrison’s curvy posterior before he found his face being straddled, again, with her hot, wet pussy. The young man found he could hardly move. But, Robert Franklin found it necessary to begin swallowing, because the young lady’s natural secretions were starting to ooze.
Yes, as Pauline moved herself on his face, her juice was now coming in a near-continuous flow, and there was nothing for him to do but gulp it down. Meanwhile, he learned it was necessary to snatch a little air whenever he could, as Pauline was busy moving in a rather steady rhythm, earnestly copulating with his obedient mouth.
Being face-fucked by the insistent young lady, especially in this forceful manner, was difficult to endure, but not as unpleasant as Robert Franklin thought it might be. As a budding submissive, the young male found he enjoyed being under her adorable loveliness. Besides, listening to Pauline Morrison’s pleasurable sighing was reward enough for the male she called Bobby-poo.
He was delighted to be under her, absorbing all of the young lady’s vigorous humping. As before, the young lady movements were for her own sexual enjoyment, and, throughout, his ignored cock felt ready to explode. But Robert discovered he could not quite get to the point of popping off. Much as he wanted to experience the phenomenon, it continued to elude him, and he suffered greatly because of it.
Occasionally during the spirited action, whenever he opened his eyes, Robert could catch brief glimpses of his Mistress with her head tilted back, and she was often squeezing her own breasts as if in veritable ecstasy. The young man realized the pose reflected her total enjoyment at being in such a superior position over him.
Also, as they went along, the young man could hear Pauline reciting an endless string of pleasurable notes indicating the depth of her sexual excitement. They were the same type of sounds he had heard from her previously, as she had been approaching her initial orgasm against his mouth. Apparently, it was a typical response Robert was to hear each time the young lady separated her thighs to allow his face between them.
If his assumption was correct, the young male realized the sounds were something he should get used to hearing. It appeared as if they would be a natural occurrence whenever the lovely Pauline Morrison had engaged him for each oral overture.
“Oh – oh – oh – oh,” were the type of pleasurable, staccato sounds he heard coming from the young lady, and he knew it was a direct result of his licking and sucking between her legs. Though, once in a while, there would be a sudden, much louder, very distinctive, “Oooo!” as if his busy tongue had touched a raw nerve deep within her and she wanted to experience more of it.
Of course, the captivating sounds were even greater when Pauline Morrison went into an ultra-aggressive mode at orgasm. At such times, her entire body seemed energized, quaking with a sensuous desire to seek the ultimate in her own sexual expression. And, of course, it was then her juices were flowingtheir greatest, as if she was actually moving on his face to give Robert more of her female essence to swallow. The result was a type of giddy, wanton, female excitement he had never, ever imagined possible.
