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Dom demanded cum

My Dom demanded cum

“Make yourself cum for me tonight. Just once. Be a good girl for me.”

He didn’t ask me to do this. He ordered it. Why am I even considering this… command?

It wasn’t even his voice; just text, on my phone. Just words. But I could hear him clearly as if he were beside me. That voice, at once calm and commanding. Softly spoken, with an edge of danger that intrigues me.

I dress for bed: black cotton panties and a black tank top. I’m comfortable. I slide between the cool sheets and hear him again:

“Make yourself cum for me tonight. Just once. Be a good girl for me.”

I’m already wet. I slide my right hand into my panties, my fingers moving to my clit. I’m not going to use toys. Just my fingers.

I close my eyes, my left hand on my breast, massaging and twisting the nipple before moving across to the other breast for the same treatment. My middle finger rubbed lazy circles on my clit. My lips part with a moan, and I hear his voice, “Open your mouth.”

I think about our first night together. How he pressed me into the mattress. “It’s OK,” he said. I tried to turn, to see him, and he said no. I would see him when he allowed it. His weight on me, crushing me to the mattress pleasantly. He whispered for me to breathe. I tried to calm myself. I felt him breathing against me. Warm. Strong.

My Dom demanded cum for me

I consider other ways that night may have progressed. I increase the pressure on my clit, scenarios run through my mind.

In my mind, he presses me into the mattress, ties a blindfold to my head, and binds my wrists together. Helpless. What would I have done? Unable to see him at all. He’d sink his hand into my hair, pulling my head up. “Leave it,” he’d say. “Be a good girl. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I’d gasp, perhaps whimper. He said he feeds on my inhibition. He would probably love it. As he releases my hair, I’d fall to the mattress, shaking, my mind racing, my heart beating erratically. He would like that, I think.

He reaches a hand out, strokes my cheek, and laughs as I flinch, pulling away. Then he touches me softly, and caresses my skin – my arms, my back, my thighs. Just as I am starting to calm down, he delivers a stinging swat to my ass, causing me to yelp and tense again. My clit throbbing as I imagine his hands on me. His breath against my skin. His words in my head.

“Make yourself cum for me tonight.”

And I do. Moaning, hips gyrating, rubbing feverishly at my swollen clit. I pull my wet fingers from my panties and roll to my side, trembling.

“Just once,” he said.

Just once… as my breathing slows, my heart rate returns to normal, my body stops quaking. The sweat drying on my skin gives me a chill, so I pull the blankets up. Little tremors are still working their way out of my body as I try to get some sleep. I will wear these wet panties all night.

My Dom demanded cum for me and “Be a good girl for me.” And I did I was my Sex Dreams coming true