Page 134 of Her Sloth

I let go of her, remove my clothes, and strap in.

“I’ll fuck your mouth,” I tell her while I do, so she can stay in her state. “We talked about it. You’ll take it like the good pet you are. You will not pass out again; you will bite into the dildo if you can’t take it anymore, understood?”

“Yes,” she says.

“Good,” I say as I walk up to her.

I feel unbelievably powerful right now. A power that saves me on days where I feel like breaking, because however bad it is, I know she trusts me enough to be in control. And I would never break that trust, no matter what.

I steer the dildo to her lips.

“Suck,” I tell her. “Slowly.”

She slides her mouth over the dildo, and I hang with one hand onto the motor lift, watching her do the magic.

I will need a release later, because the heat is building in my core in a way that’s making me lose my mind. I want more.

I grasp her hair and start moving with her. Slowly at first and then I fasten up. With every thrust into her mouth, I get turned on more. And the more turned on I am, the rougher I need it.

“Hold still,” I order her then. And I thrust into her mouth, harder and faster.

She gags, bends into the chains, tries to move away⁠—

I slow down, push her head back, and stand on my toes so I can get it in from slightly above.

“Relax your throat and take it all,” I tell her as I push against her throat.

She’s not relaxing it and moves back.

“Uh-oh,” I say. “I told you to relax; otherwise it’ll be painful. Let’s try it again.” This time, I hold her head steady, push in, push further⁠—

And then it slides completely in.

“Mhhhhhhhnm,” I moan out because they view—the blindfold, the huge dildo in her mouth deepthroated, the chains, the clamps on her nipple⁠—

I enjoy it for another moment, and then I slip out so she can breathe. Only one deep breath, and then I slide back in, deep into her throat.

“You are perfect,” I tell her. “My perfect pet, belonging to me, and me alone.”

I slide out again and allow her to gasp for air once, slide back in. Her face swells slightly and the next time I slide out, she gasps intensely—I give her a couple more breaths.

She hangs into the chains.

I use the moment to squeeze the clamps on her nipples even more.

She squeaks from the pain.

The sound of it, the way she throws her head back⁠—

I can’t control myself anymore.

“Kneel high,” I tell her, and when she does get up, I remove the clamps on her labia. She screams, but I ignore it and lie down underneath her, the huge dildo pushing at her entrance. “Sit down, properly, ride and get yourself off.”

She starts riding me, not just up and down, but with a rolling of her hips in a flowing wave while pulling herself up by the chains. Her entire body, her legs and arms, are trembling with sweat running down between her breasts and dripping onto me.

Her moans resound through the garage; she is close to coming.

“Permission to come,” she asks breathlessly.