Obedience Part 1 - Norman Reedus 🔥
Panting in anticipation I assume the position for him. I need him, I want him.
The door opens slowly and in walks he with a belt in hand. He’s quiet until the door closes and stands in silence. I know the rules he’s taught me, and one of them is no speaking unless spoken to, and even then I could get punishment. “Hello, my little slut.”
The name-calling alone has my pussy clenching. I know better, and pussy penetration isn’t his first choice.
With my arms shaking from being in the position for so long already, I simply keep my eyes focused on his legs as he takes his steps forward. He places his thumb and first finger on my chin and moves my head for me, looking at me. I feel two abrupt smacks on my face, and I know this routine. The hits force me to close my eyes, and as he expects, I open my mouth. His first two dry fingers are sliding along my tongue, forward and back. I have my throat closed, and he tests me for this, sliding to the back of my throat. “Bad girl.” Two wet hits on my cheek are my punishment, and more of a warning if anything. I open my throat for him and he assesses me again. This time I begin to gag, not being able to hold my own. He enjoys the sight, watching me suffer, and my pussy enjoys the pressure he’s placed on me. I’m lucky to get this treatment from him. I’m lucky to have met him at all.
“My beautiful bad girl.”
His fingertips hold steady at the back of my throat. I taste the salt of his skin as I gag again and the tears begin form. Gag after gag, he watches me agonize in position. He’s getting me ready to deepthroat. He’s getting harder. He’s treating me the way a ‘fuckhole’ needs to be treated. You see, I am one. I am His ‘fuckhole’. Away from the life I live, this is my true desire – to be treated like this. This is my Dirty Little Secret.
And then, strings of saliva run it’s course down the corners of my mouth as I gasp for breath. He’s pulled his fingers out and before I can fully breathe, his belt is around the back of my neck and he’s forcing himself into my gaping mouth. I can’t breathe. I can’t see through my tears, all I feel is a thick strong and hard cock in my mouth. I hear him, and he’s grunting and moaning above, loving every second of this welcomed abuse.
“Take it you dirty girl”
With my spread pussy dripping down my thighs, his hands begin to move my head along his shaft without warning. I haven’t been able to breathe yet, and I try to vocalize but all the both of us hear is a drowning moan as he pushes his head to the back of my throat repeatedly with a stabbing motion. Finally, he pulls out and I gasp, my used mouth and throat dripping with an overflow of mixed juices. Just as I’ve caught my breath, he stuffs himself back inside and I’m being suffocated again. I feel his tip at the back of my throat and know he’s gone as deep as he can. Out of breathe, I hear him, “You’re my dirty little slut aren’t you,” he starts, while he begins to fuck my mouth again. It’s a question that goes unanswered as I’m unable to speak any words, just gagging noises and that drowning moan, “You’re my obedient little pussy for me to use.” And just like that, the names take me into another realm of sex and my throat relaxes, opening for him…as I nod in obedience