55 things deviantsubmale likes Explore more popular stuff on Tumblr →

Please go ahead and submit anything you want, dear, you are officially my favourite anon.

I shall take you forward a little, then, to the budding days of my first fully sexual relationship. He and I were “just friends” at that point but had a few suspect experiences when hands had wandered. We had the advantage of voicecall as well, as we both had microphones.

As before with who I will call my First Dom, the conversation turned to sex and the more heated it got, the more I did too. I decided to casually mention that there was nothing underneath the hoodie I was wearing, and I lowered the zipper a little.

“Take it off.” He ordered.

“What?” I said innocently.

“Take that fucking hoodie off, right the fuck now.”

I obeyed, slowly, taking the zip down inch by inch. It was tight, so the minute my breasts were free they bounced a little. I saw his eyes widen and smiled sweetly.

“Like what you see?”

“All of it off.”

I slipped my arms out of the sleeves. “Good. Now. You’re going to make yourself cum for me.”

“What about you?” I asked.

“Never mind me. You haven’t earned the right to see me yet. Make. Yourself. Cum. For. Me.” His face was serious, eyes narrowed. I laid myself on the bed, with the laptop at my head so he got a view all the way down my body. I slid my hand down my panties and started to rub my clit, slowly at first, but with his prompting the movement became more and more furious.

“Cum for me.” He growled when he saw me buck and heard me whimper loudly. I did so, moaning his name and panting hard. When it subsided I withdrew my hand and had him watch me lick every drop of my own juices from my fingers. Satisfied, he nodded. “Good girl.”