Fellation forcée - Partie 2

Text originally published in La Férulesection Leaf stripper.

- Now that I'm sitting down, should I close my eyes, Mistress? asks Azul.
It's no use. I brandish, triumphant, a collar connected to handcuffs by a strap. Placed between my submissive's shoulders, it bends his joints to the point of pain. Fatigue soon forces him to press down on the cuffs, pulling on the collar that compresses his throat. Face or back, comfort or constraint, which will it be?
- The hardest, Mistress?
You've got it. Adjusted to the shortest setting, the strap curves Azul's arms so tightly that his fingers graze the nape of her neck.
- Are you in pain, I hope?
Satisfied by his yes, I grab him by the hair and thrust the huge dildo attached to my harness under his nose. Azul gobbles it up without a word.
- Holding the head during fellatio... You remember my challenge, don't you? Then take a look in the mirror!
Head forward, arms back, captive, inert, Azul discovers himself as a doll, my trembling flesh doll. A sudden thrust of my loins brings me up against his glottis. A gag lifts him as saliva drips from his nose.
- How about I take a picture of you? A nice picture of you tied up and smeared with slime... Would you like that, bitch?
Bitch. The insult, unusual coming from me, hit him like a slap in the face. I squeak:
- Would you like that, you little bitch, a souvenir portrait?
I reach for my camera, a camera from before the phones that now do everything. With my silicone penis deep in Azul's mouth, I point the camera in her direction.
The lens slides back and forth. Two beeps announce focus. The click of the shutter freezes Azul in his submissive posture.
- One more, bitch. Perfect, that's a wrap! And now...
I push him away and drag him to the ground, on his back. His chest crushes his tense arms. Uncomfortable and painful, I know. I bend his legs and start playing with his sex.
Impact.
Softness.
Impact.
Gentle... that's what I'm doing to his hard penis, which is hardening even more. Enough to drive him mad, I know.
Tetanized, panting, Azul collapses from asphyxia and happiness, so close to orgasm that he seems to faint. I stop to coo in his ear:
- Oh, but if that happens, you won't have permission to come!
It roars with frustration. In the back-and-forth of my hands, which strike and caress, give and take, lies my power, a power that is torrid then icy. I know that in my submissive, extreme frustration is never far from anger, that at this moment he's probably dreaming of cursing me and freeing himself, but how can he? Impotence, injustice and my floor twist his spine. His throat cooks. His sex is hard. He aches. He's ashamed. And more than anything, he wants to cum.
Perfect. I stand up, sketch a entrechat, sing a fashionable refrain, pretend to hesitate about my next abuse. Azul gasps so loudly that all the neighbors must hear him.
To come. He wants to come. Come. Jou-ir. Jouir!
- Come on, bitch, get up!
Grabbing him by the arm, I pull him to his feet. His legs wobble like those of a kid. As I let go, he nearly falls, headfirst into the mirror, which proclaims his defeat. I ask:
- This belt is a bit tight, isn't it?
Azul sniffs with indecision. To deny is to run the risk that I won't touch it. But to approve might be to run the same risk. How do I know?
- Aren't you going to answer? Your choice!
I slap him hard, for a long time, without mercy, until tears bead on his eyelids. And only then, on that ridge line, do I stop.
I take her into the bedroom and carefully lay her on the bed.
- Have a rest while I look for... This, no... This either... Ah, here we are!
In my clenched fist, a pair of ties, a ball gag and the most imposing dildo in my collection.
Zip, zip.
In a flash, Azul's ankles were tied to the bed and the gag was wedged between his teeth.
- You're so irresistible like that... So vulnerable too. Did I ever tell you that your lost face gives me a hard-on? What a shame to stick it in a cushion...
And to put his money where his mouth is. Is that all? No. Doggy-style, with her ass at my mercy, Azul feels my pelvis pressing down on her rump gently enough to preserve her balance and firmly enough to deny her any resistance. The pendulum of my bust imposes my rhythm, the piston of my hips demands my tribute.
Azul contracts. The dildo nearly pops out. I force his flesh to expand and, ruthless, impale him to the hilt.
- Look at me!
His eyes are unfocused, his penis taut, his glans ruby.
- Now look at you!
I point to the mirror facing us. Out of modesty, Azul seems to avoid his reflection. Perhaps all he sees is a patchwork of beige skin, wild locks and lavender irises. Head down, I can see my little hands clasped on Azul's hips and then, on either side of my knees, his feet, so massive that next to them, mine look like miniatures.
- Look at you, I said!
Azul obeyed. His eyes flinch. I know that at that second he sees himself as I see myself, torn apart, hair stuck together, eyelids revolted and lips rolled up, stained with drool and snot, a huge cock stuck in his ass.
Nude.
Vulnerable.
Sodomized.
- Ah... You're gorgeous!
He denies with his chin, closes his eyes to escape himself.
- Shame feels so good... Does this phrase ring a bell?