SUB BUBBLES He laid his hands firmly to her delicate throa..

SUB BUBBLES

He laid his hands firmly to her delicate throat and let them rest for just a moment to earn her trust. Then pushed his fingers in deeper to make his point. She could barely keep her eyes open. The mix of pleasure from his attention and pressure from his secure grip was all she needed in this moment to feel adored.

He took it a step further. Heading to the kitchen, he told his little princess to sit down in the chair. She did exactly as she was told. He opened the drawer below the countertop. She heard his motions, but had been faced the opposite direction so that she couldn’t see him. She went to turn her head to see what was happening, but his words stopped her short. “Don’t you dare turn around" he ordered. She straightened her head back to it's original position. Her face was immediately flushed with frustration from being told what she can’t do. Her pu$$y began to throb and she could feel her panties were no longer dry. Now her hearing was the only sense to count on-- heightened and aware of every sound. He closed the drawer and came up behind her. He pressed his hardening c*ck against her back, just to tease her a bit. That’s when she heard the squeak of the plastic wrap in her ear as he began to unroll it.

He started by ordering her to put her arms behind her back, and clasp her hands with interlocking fingers. He knew she was going to need a helping hand through all of this, but this was the best she was going to get.

He lined up the plastic wrap to start just below her elbows and hang just past her hands and began spinning his web of control around her. Any higher on at the elbows and her shoulders would start to ache too quickly. Of course he wanted to t*rt*re her, in a way he was by not letting her touch herself, but she was still his princess. And he wanted her to last as long as possible. His goal (and her secret wish) was to push her as close to the edge of submission before bringing her back to reality- back to his comforting arms.

As he finished wrapping he paused to check in. "How does that feel, princess?" he demanded.
She quietly replied, "fine, I think?"
"Stop thinking, it will only get you in trouble," he retorted, "either it's fine or it's not."
"It's fine" she accepted.

He moved immediately on to her feet, not wanting to waste anymore time. He took her delicate foot and moved it upward to bend her knee. He lined the arch up with the leg of her chair and told her to keep it perfectly still. He began wrapping. Again, he encased her other foot in shiny gloss. It was his favorite texture to see on his perfectly submissive toy. A wrapped, helpless, shiny fuckdoll. This made his c*ck hard and moist to the tip.

He was now free to do as he pleased without the worry of having to wrestle or force her down into submission. He admired the fight in her sometimes and she like to put up a fight too, just to be overpowered. Tonight wasn’t about that though, it wasn’t about her. It was about pleasing himself.

He worked on sending her into an empty clear headspace, a chance for her to give in, let go, and allow him to eclipse her conscious thought. She had no option otherwise. This was the joy for both of them. She longed for the freedom from thought and he relished the comfort of control.

He was tall and her sitting in this chair made her all the more small. His hips came up to her face with almost perfect alignment. As he faced her, she looked up at him with wide wondering eyes and uncertainty. He said, “open up.” She let her jaw drop with no hesitation or uncertainty now. She knew what she was good for and she liked to be useful. He unbuttoned his pants, as they fell to the floor, she placed her tongue out like a dinner plate, ready to hold a hot dinner. He laid down his the tip of his d*ck on her tongue and slowly lubed it up with her drooling mouth. She was hungry. He could tell because the moment his c*ck touched her, she started to wiggle her hips. Her pu$$y is always seeking all the attention and this is why he won’t give hear what she wants, tonight is about his pleasure.

Once his tip was wet, he slowly slid his c*ck in her mouth. As deep as he could, so she knows to prepare herself for what’s to come. He reached the back of her throat, she wanted to pull back a little but he wouldn’t let her. He grabbed the back of head and pushed it towards his ever growing c*ck. She started to gag and squirm a bit. He held his c*ck in her mouth for a moment. Just longer enough for their eyes to connect, hers glossy and scared, his happy and pleased. This was comforting for her. She liked pleasing him and as long as she was, she would let go of any fear or resistance. He pulled out quickly, she gasped for air, her mouth now empty and messy with her own drool. He waited just longer enough to she it in her face, that feeling of emptiness, she now desperately wanted to be filled right back up, for his c*ck to never leave her warm hole again. He shoved it right back in, thrusting in and out with no regard for her, if her jaw hurt, her arms or feet being uncomfortable from being wrapped up to the chair. She didn’t fit him either, as he pounded her face so hard and fast it made him c*m quicker than he thought he would. His warm fluid filled up her mouth as he let out a deep moan. He pulled his c*ck out so she could swallow his gift. She smiled and said, “thank you sir.”

He eventually released her aching feet from the plastic wrap, but kept her hands and arms bound together. He didn’t want to let her go just yet. “Get down on your knees” He growled softly. She obeyed. He then assigned her last task for the night, “You've been a good girl so far and I know how much you love to play so I have a game for you: for every bubble you catch with your mouth you will earn a special spank you’ve been desperately begging me for all week. You have ten seconds, starting now."

Written by ReeseTheRam 🖤

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