Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

I’m a Fuckpuppet

“Here, fuck yourself with this while I brush my teeth.” Not going to argue. I was pretty wet and going by the time he got back. I never realized how thorough he was when cleaning his teeth. Not complaining, just admiring.

“Good job, you may continue while you suck my cock.” Again, not arguing here. He laid across the bed and I turned to get to work. I found this spot, I think it was right under my clit, but I was a little preoccupied. Wherever it was, it was a direct link to everything gooey and wonderful in my head. Anyway, I started grabbing at his chest to let him know that I close. I was really really close. “You can cum, as much as you want, just don’t take me out of your mouth.” I pushed on that spot. It was the most relaxing and amazing feeling. And I came. I came three or four times. I lost count. I couldn’t focus on much. Except that I actually ejaculated. I have never done that before, and it was amazing. It felt great, until it didn’t. It was crazy how after the endless stream of orgasms I started to hurt. I was still moaning and he was too, but the frenzy had passed.

“Ok, climb on top of me fuckpuppet”. I did as I was told, but I wanted to tell him about my ‘new achievement’.

“I made a mess”. I had a huge grin on my face so he actually took a second to sit up, then he grinned too.

“You did, you dirty slut.” Oh the love.

I climbed on top of him. I was already sore from my multiple orgasms, so his cock felt huge inside me. And, after another forced orgasm he flipped me over and slammed into me. That really hurt. In a good way, of course, but hurt.

“You going to cum again, fuckpuppet?” He slapped my ass and I moaned into the duvet. “Put your finger in your ass.” I did immediately and we both moaned. We both came in moments. Puddles of goo and sex juice, we finally got up.

My pussy hurt. It throbbed and stung a little. Sir kept laughing at me as I tried to get comfortable in bed. Every time I moved I would moan and he would snicker.

“Oh, my poor little fuckpuppet”.

Submissive or not, and despite the pitch dark in our room, I could see and still wanted to smack the grin off his face. My clit throbbed, as if he were pinching it at that exact moment to correct my improper thought. I am such a fuckpuppet.

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2 Responses to “I’m a Fuckpuppet”

  • ancilla ksst

    Mmm, sounds very fun!

    • Rye

      It was certainly a good time. With the kids, work stress and my depression, we haven’t had a good play session in awhile. It was just so great to get back to what we do best.

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