January 25, 2013

A Little Further, A Little Longer

Posted in Uncategorized at 5:15 am by littlesubmissions

Her boot pressed down on the back of his skull, driving it into the floor. She watched his face roll from side to side, imagining his hair and skin filling up the tread. Balanced carefully she held him there, listening to his breathing and watching him twitch.

“Such a filthy fucking animal. Let me see your face.”

He rolled over carefully, shifting and rolling his hips, holding his ass up with his legs. Looking up at her with flushed cheeks and licking his lips, swallowing hard.

“You seem uncomfortable.” She had shown him the anal hook first, gloated about how it always got his full attention. Whispered in his ear how he flinched a little and his body posture became a little less aggressive, smaller. Having it pointed out made him self-conscious, and he shrank a little more. When she had tied his wrists to it, told him to keep it in or she would beat his brainless ass raw, he had jerked his hands up pulling it tight into his ass. His eyes were clamped shut until she told him to open them, and told him he was a good boy.

He’d smiled then, built up, and she’d torn him down a little more.

She could still feel the hunger deep inside her, and pushed back against it a little. Let it know she’d feed on him later… his cock driving into her when she had turned him into a mindless animal consumed by lust, or his tongue on her clit when he just another sex toy… later. Soon, but later.

For now he needed to be broken down, so he could be built back up. She had seen it before, knew the tics and movements. When he started passively following along, buying the same groceries every week, eating the same things for lunch. Stopped looking for new experiences and just went to bed early. Shrugged more and talked less.

So she smiled, and told him he had been a good boy and licked the floor clean, getting every crumb of dinner off the floor. And let him lick her boots, worshiping the toe and tracking his tongue along the laces, zig zag from side to side.

His eyes were closed again, and she smiled down, genuine warmth radiating out from her. Some part of him needed this, and so did some part of her. For now, she could wait. For him.

-Copyright Jerry Jones. Unauthorized use is prohibited.

5 Comments »

  1. Ayesha said,

    Ah yes, the perils of rookies.

    • littlesubmissions said,

      I was going more for the joys of playing with someone you deeply care about, but comments are always appreciated.

      • Ayesha said,

        You must be one of the truly unique ones, as there are many who can’t stand it when i comment on their site. Hmmm, I wonder why? Well, not really, hehehe.

  2. cara said,

    I just want to encourage you to please keep these delicious stories coming. I love the dynamic here.

    • littlesubmissions said,

      Thank you! Real life went crazy for a bit there (in a good way), but I’m hoping to get back in the swing of things soon.


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