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Jack Dawkins
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Here's a fun game I played with my sub the other day.
My sub is a very sweet young lady, on the playful and silly side. She melts when I curse at her, but she can barely say tit without cracking up. Half my humiliation game is based on making a sub answer embarassing questions and repeat degrading things about herself, so this was a problem. Like the pesky gag reflex, I knew this giggle reaction would have to be worn down if I was going to really enjoy myself.
Dinner was over, lights are low. I invited her to come sit on my couch with me and watch some TV. I was in loose cargo shorts and a black sleeveless shirt. She was in (as per my instructions) a skin tight sweatsuit that hugged her curves like a Ferrari.
She came up to cuddle with me, but I put my hand out to stop her.
"Take off all of your clothing. Fold it and place it in a neat pile on that chair."*
Done.
I made her stay in a few poses for a while so I could lech at her, then told her to crawl towards me. I held the back of her head in my hand and slowly but firmly guided her open mouth onto my dick, poking out of my open zipper.
She sucked dutifully for at least 15 minutes before I decided to give her the intimacy of taking off my pants. She pulled them off me, and lazily flung them to the side.
I knew the little bitch was testing me.
"Fold them please," I said in a sickly sweet voice. She folded them in half but left the belt in so it would not lay flat. I wasn't going to be satisfied until the pants were folded properly.
"Take the belt out."
She did so, and much to my surprise held it in front of me as if I had asked for it. It hadn't been on my mind, but a true playa knows to keep it cool when the gift horse comes trotting along. I took the belt.
"Now listen, there's something I want to talk to you about. I understand that you are a little nervous, and that's normal, but it kind of breaks the mood when you laugh, so we're going to have to do something about that."
"I'm sorry sir, I just don't.."
*covering lips* "I know sweetie, don't worry I'm hear to teach you."
I bend her onto all fours in front of me then wriggle my fingers under her belly, forcing her to spasm.
"Still laughing?"
The belt makes a sharp snap as it strikes her curvaceous round ass.
"But you..!?"
"Shut up! No more talking, laughing or making a single fucking sound until I give you permission."
She knelt there as my hands explored every part of her body, provoking her to giggle or gulp, moan or whine. And every time I heard a noise she heard one too. A thin, loud crack like a firecracker as I waved leather against her ass, thighs, arms and tits.
It took about 25 minutes until she was totally silent no matter where my fingers found themselves. I thanked her for learning to be a better plaything, and she gave me a look that said thank you for teaching. I'm surprised she didn't try to play it off more, but I guess she realized a soaking pussy tells no lies.
* I know you got more where that came from Obi-Netz, don't be stingy with the kid (I didn't have a box ready).
My sub is a very sweet young lady, on the playful and silly side. She melts when I curse at her, but she can barely say tit without cracking up. Half my humiliation game is based on making a sub answer embarassing questions and repeat degrading things about herself, so this was a problem. Like the pesky gag reflex, I knew this giggle reaction would have to be worn down if I was going to really enjoy myself.
Dinner was over, lights are low. I invited her to come sit on my couch with me and watch some TV. I was in loose cargo shorts and a black sleeveless shirt. She was in (as per my instructions) a skin tight sweatsuit that hugged her curves like a Ferrari.
She came up to cuddle with me, but I put my hand out to stop her.
"Take off all of your clothing. Fold it and place it in a neat pile on that chair."*
Done.
I made her stay in a few poses for a while so I could lech at her, then told her to crawl towards me. I held the back of her head in my hand and slowly but firmly guided her open mouth onto my dick, poking out of my open zipper.
She sucked dutifully for at least 15 minutes before I decided to give her the intimacy of taking off my pants. She pulled them off me, and lazily flung them to the side.
I knew the little bitch was testing me.
"Fold them please," I said in a sickly sweet voice. She folded them in half but left the belt in so it would not lay flat. I wasn't going to be satisfied until the pants were folded properly.
"Take the belt out."
She did so, and much to my surprise held it in front of me as if I had asked for it. It hadn't been on my mind, but a true playa knows to keep it cool when the gift horse comes trotting along. I took the belt.
"Now listen, there's something I want to talk to you about. I understand that you are a little nervous, and that's normal, but it kind of breaks the mood when you laugh, so we're going to have to do something about that."
"I'm sorry sir, I just don't.."
*covering lips* "I know sweetie, don't worry I'm hear to teach you."
I bend her onto all fours in front of me then wriggle my fingers under her belly, forcing her to spasm.
"Still laughing?"
The belt makes a sharp snap as it strikes her curvaceous round ass.
"But you..!?"
"Shut up! No more talking, laughing or making a single fucking sound until I give you permission."
She knelt there as my hands explored every part of her body, provoking her to giggle or gulp, moan or whine. And every time I heard a noise she heard one too. A thin, loud crack like a firecracker as I waved leather against her ass, thighs, arms and tits.
It took about 25 minutes until she was totally silent no matter where my fingers found themselves. I thanked her for learning to be a better plaything, and she gave me a look that said thank you for teaching. I'm surprised she didn't try to play it off more, but I guess she realized a soaking pussy tells no lies.
* I know you got more where that came from Obi-Netz, don't be stingy with the kid (I didn't have a box ready).
