Text originally published in La Ferule, Defoliator section.
1is November, 21 h 34.
" Blue,
Here is the theme of my first challenge of November : hold head during fellatio. Guess my fantasy about it and write it down to me in detail. Return of your copy tomorrow morning, 9 h, without delay or spelling mistakes.
Sweet night to you (proof that one can wish for tenderness without offering much). »
2 November, 08 h 56.
« Mistress,
Hold the head during oral sex, you write. Such a challenge calls for at least four variations ! One of them, I hope so, will match your fantasy. If that is the case, it's up to me to guess which one under penalty of being punished. If I'm wrong, it's up to you to punish me. In other words, there is a good chance that You will punish me…
First declination.
On my bed, attached in a cross to the iron uprights, I had to give up my body to You. You hit me, bitten, pinched nipples so hard that their brown mixes with red, war marks that will remind you of my good memories for a long time (as if, in any event, I was able to forget you). Not yet satisfied with my little person, You stroke me to make me rebound. My hips hug your tempo, my wrists are pulling on their chains.
Right now I only have one dream : let your mouth join in the dance, to hold your head during oral sex (Yes, hold your head to you, Mistress ! This freedom, even virtual, will undoubtedly earn me a solid correction ...). Far from my fantasies, sad reality is remembered to me : I'm just a poor submissive shackled and unable to control himself. The proof ? As Your fingers squeeze my glans, I explode without warning. You stand up, furious, and slap me with the cum I have to swallow.
I too have a duty to taste my juice.
Thank you, Mistress.
Second declination.
After a trip to the sex shop, in my stairwell. The timer goes off. Total black. Silence. You laugh, of that cruel little laugh that I have learned to dread. No time to be afraid, You grab my hair, drag me to the landing then force me to kneel against a door. Skirt up, You press your cock against my face. Your smell is strong, almost suffocating. I breathe you.
Again your laugh. My fear again. I hear you grope, search the shopping bag, tear off a wrapper. Are these the handcuffs, swift, of a big caliber dildo ? I have my little idea, but Yours will exceed my expectations.
You take a step back. Deprived of your juices, I open my mouth to protest. You engulf your fingers in it to lower my jaw and plant a silicone monster in it. Thick. Long. Steep. Ruthless. Before, back, his strokes fill me up to nausea.
- Apply yourself, Blue ! Do you order me when I miss throwing up.
To better obey you, I hold, neck straight, and take your hands. I need their warmth like your encouragement. Hold my head while blowjob, Madame, or I will never succeed in my mission ! You who know me as a perfectionist, You laugh. Me, I apply myself.
The timer turns back on. A door opens on the top floor. I would like to implore You to stop my ordeal, it's Louise, my lovely next door neighbor, more, stuffed mouth, I can't. Did you only hear her cavalcade on the stairs ? I doubt. Your frenzy to get high destroys everything that is not the comings and goings of my teeth to my throat.
Your pace picks up. I am suffocating. This time, I am going to throw up. And die. Of shame.
Louise gets closer. She is now upstairs, she will turn the corner, surprise us ... You You withdraw brutally from my throat, throw the dildo in the grocery bag and make me lift my chin.
I salute the beautiful intruder, her face smeared with drool.
Third declination.
In your room, a saturday morning. You wear your pretty turquoise pajamas and I, my only Adam outfit. My heavy leash connects my submissive collar to the half-open window. Transi, is protests. You threaten to gag me because, you say, my whims are like my demands, displaced.
"A real sissy, Blue ! Are you kidding yourself?. Mon «Chochotte, really ? »Slinger earns me a slap. Deserved, I agree with that, but you know me : it's stronger than me, I have to bring her back and repent. Now you are threatening me to open the curtains. As I know You are perfectly capable, I chouine in a very small voice. You stare at me with that terrible air between disappointment, malice and anger, before making a decision : only draw a curtain, just one, to show me to the eyes of the building opposite while You, You remain invisible.
- recriminations, chochotte ?
You lean towards me, barely, making sure to stay hidden. Would you fear the neighbors ? I smile, I did not know You were so reserved ... My new insolence means that I am punished.
A, You blindfold me.
Of them, You tighten my collar roughly.
Three, You jerk me off by slapping me with all your arms. Blind, strangled, excited, I rock forward. You hold me back mocking my awkwardness. Stung raw, I sulk.
– Susceptible, chochotte ?
Susceptible, Yes. I try to run away from Your grip (to go where ? Mystery !), lose your balance and rock for good against Your legs. My leash is stretching. My necklace is choking me. I'm gurgling. I have a cough.
- Take back your position, chochotte !
I stand up with great difficulty, and surely too slowly : a hail of blows hit my head, my chest, my rod, my balls, my legs. Not a part of my body is spared ! My little cries of pain unleash Your hilarity.
You twist my nose. You kiss me. You jerk me off. You whisper that you will tie me up like a piglet, with leg string, before buggering me at the window and then arousing the neighbors so that they attend my spitting and deliver me, all four legs open, to the assaults of the best hung.
- You will have reasons to whine, chochotte ! They'll take turns in your ass to squirt on you. As for stopping them, don't count : i will cheer them on before fucking the winner !
I cry with rage and lust.
- Frustrated, chochotte ?
My pride swallows my sobs.
- Open your mouth ! Grand !
You stick your right hand in it to the hilt, block my head from the left.
- Jerk off ! Quick ! Enjoy ! A, two three, four…
Five, I explode screaming. Abandoned in Your embrace, I cry in gratitude. You lick my filled sissy tears.
Fourth declension.
Sorry Mistress, this number is not assigned… The reason ? You put the ball gag on me.
Silently yours,
Blue. »
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