It didn't matter that my whore had been in time-out, curled in a ball, mute, and non-responsive for two months.
It didn't matter that I had no way of managing her urges and cravings, so I'd shoved her in a cage with multiple padlocks and starved her dumb ass.
It didn't matter that I didn't trust her to meet expectation or control her aggressiveness.
It didn't matter that He'd shown no need for her shenanigans.
As He kissed me good-bye and shut the door of the truck, my whore woke with a vengence—wide-eyed and panting—from her self-imposed retreat, howling in her cage, begging to be released from confinement.
My fingers trembled, and I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, trying in vain to focus on my next stop and the list of tasks I needed to complete. Though absolute pure joy flowed through me at the thought of His pleasure and happiness, I fought the unexpected tsunami of electric sexual energy that roared in my veins.
I couldn’t catch my breath.
My thighs shook.
My cunt dripped.
Its lips quivered.
With each passing mile, the violent need to rut, hump, fuck, cum incessantly and squirt buckets, clawed at every cell of my body. Nasty, wicked, guttural thoughts whirled in my mind as my whore hungered for filthy erotic acts I hadn’t felt in 15 years. In her rampage through my soul, my uncontrollable whore even snatched up my little girl and dragged her sweet, naive innocence into the mix. Her imagination took hold...
Fuck...I craved the sharp edge of Him telling me how she pleased Him.
Him wrapping His arms around me to kiss me slowly before growling in my ear, "Were you a good girl while I was out? Did you finish all your chores?"
"Yes, Sir. I did everything you asked. How was your evening?" I replied as I curled my face into His neck.
"Come sit with me, and let me tell you..."
Fuck...the twisted desires that plague me.
"You've been very good this evening, I think you deserve an extra special treat. Would you like that?"
My enthusiastic nod and shy smile betrayed the mix of emotions that battered me.
One hand gripped my hip as He raised His other palm to tilt up my chin and look into my eyes with that intensity that never failed to steal my breath. "Be a good girl and lick her sugar from my fingers."
Without hesitation my lips opened and one finger slid into my hot, wet, greedy mouth as the taste of her cum exploded on my tongue. With each lap, I trembled more, drunk with the new openness and eroticism between us.
"That's it. Take it all. She came all over my hand before I fucked her."
I whimpered as heat and dampness pooled in my own hole. I pushed my fist against the need even as I sucked another two fingers into my mouth and licked at His thick tangy palm.
"Very good girl." He pulled back His hand and moved it to the waistband of His shorts. "Now lick her sugar from my dick and balls. Clean me up. Show me how well-behaved you are."
I moaned before dropping my mouth to take His heavy length. Her smell and taste were even stronger. Every lap against His rigid flesh had me hungry for more. My hand pushed harder between my legs, as my instinctively hips flexed trying to get more friction.
His amused chuckle echoed above me as His hand slid slowly down my spine to cup one cheek of my fat ass. "What's wrong, lil girl?"
I released His head just for a moment to answer. "Daddy...please...it hurts down there. So much. Please Daddy...help me."
"Oh...it hurts?" The fingers I'd just finished licking pushed my fist out of the way. "Let me check."
He tugged roughly the hem of my dress to sink His fingers between my damp thighs. I was embarrassed at how wet I'd become.
He laughed again, "Look at you. Such a good little whore." Two fingers sank quickly into me hard and started to stroke.
I whimpered clenching His fingers with need. I was so close.
"Keep sucking my dick and get that treat like a good girl while I work this hole."
Fuck...I was drowning in raw need.
I needed His mouth claiming mine in an all-consuming kiss.
I needed His fingers deep in me.
I needed His passion.
I needed His pleasure.
I needed His DEMAND.
I needed His Dominance.
I needed His pain to grip my flesh.
I needed His dick filling my mouth and driving between my thighs without mercy.
I TRIED to reason with myself and the out-of-control personalities swarming my mind. I didn’t even know if I could confess all these whorish thoughts to Him when He returned to me. I didn’t know if He would accept my twisted desire, let alone get hard for them. I didn't know if He'd even want to be near me so soon after her.
I still didn't trust my whore. Not at all. I couldn't set her free, not after the mess she'd created last time with her impatience and greediness. I couldn't trust her to guide me anywhere good, and I refused to risk all the beautiful energy we were building. I had no choice but to keep her locked away for everyone's best interest. She wasn't welcomed. She wasn't craved. She wasn't fucking wanted.
Fuck...every mile took too long. Somehow I needed to get everything done before He got back, so I could shower and take the edge off and somehow wrestle down the madness that had taken over my mind.
As I drove toward the store, I tugged at my tight nipples, whimpering…wishing His lips and teeth were tormenting my hard nubs.
At a stop light, cars, trucks, and busses surrounding me, I pushed my hand between my thighs against the incessant ache…wishing He was next to me grabbing my pussy between my spread thighs.
In a parking lot, I shoved my fingers in my shorts to stroke my throbbing clit and hot slickness…wishing His thick demanding fingers were slamming into my body.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I had so much to do before He got back. I didn't expect this. I'd forgotten how darkly I could respond to compersion.
The pain of desire with no outlet tortured me. I was losing it in broad daylight, trapped alone in my dilemma with no clear path to find relief.
I just had to focus on my list. Shopping. Dinner. Feed the dog. Sort laundry. Recyclables. Store the work clothes.
One task at a time. I clenched my thighs and hoped like hell my whore wouldn't embarrass me again with her demands and needs.
~sigh~
Even now...two fucking days later, I'm still losing it. I can't breathe and I'm trembling just typing all these damn words. My cunt leaks and has soaked through my pants to stain my chair. ~whimper~
Fuck...My whore is very, very much awake, and I don't have a clue how I'm going to keep her from causing any more damage. I just keep adding more padlocks to her cell door and trying my best to avoid another mess.
In the meantime...please excuse me while I get myself off for about the fifth time today. SMH
~DominaKat
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