Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
She’s the only sub I’ve ever allowed to see my face, to look into my eyes, as I dominate her. It’s a hard limit of hers, one I’d never discourage. She needs the ability to see the love in my gaze, so she doesn’t ever have to worry that I’m actually disappointed in her. Plus, eye contact for someone as shy as her is hard as fuck to begin with, so if she can will herself to do that, then I wouldn’t admonish her in the first place.
“No… no, we can’t,” I add through a sigh. “So, I guess my only option, if I want to continue enjoying my doll’s mouth, is to take over controlling it.”
I stand abruptly, the movement making the leather chair skid back a few inches, eliciting a godawful sound that makes her jolt even more than suddenly having my cock looming over her from above.
I reach down and stroke my fingers through her hair, petting her a moment, and her head tilts into the tender touch. “Your jumpiness has always been so delightful to the part of me that feeds on fear.” I take hold of her chin and lift her face to look at me, which has to be an incredibly imposing view from her position. “While you’ve been so worried your undying innocence and easy embarrassment is annoying and undesirable, little did you know it’s what’s kept the kenneled sadist inside me alive all this time. Like a continuous supply of the finest filets thrown into its cage, keeping it strong but tethered, not shitty scraps here and there that barely keep it conscious.”
She trembles, her eyes shuttering, and I sense relief mixed with her anxiety over what I might do to her. Still holding her chin, I stroke her cheek with my thumb where her lipstick is smeared even more since being in her mouth, and I glance at my cock, smirking when I see it’s stained as well. I like her marks on me.
My grip on her chin tightens, and with my thumb near the side of her mouth, when I squeeze, her plump lips purse. Her brow furrows at the unfamiliar hold, and when I squeeze even tighter, her eyes pop open in confusion. The feel of this grip on anyone’s face is at the very least slightly humiliating, knowing how silly the person clutching your cheeks is making you look, on top of the inability to move away.
I squeeze harder, and where my fingers press, she has no choice but to open her mouth, and she lets out a delicious whimper.
“Three taps on my leg, little doll,” I remind her, and her eyes flare.
“Yesh, Mashtah,” her response comes out garbled, and the flush that covers her face when she hears herself is like gasoline on the flame that’s been lit inside me.
My big hand on her petite features looks almost cruel, but I’m careful that the only thing she feels is uncomfortable as I open her mouth wider, pulling her forward by her jaw until the tip of my cock is right at her skewed lips. Wrapping my other hand around my manscaped base, I tap her face with the underside of my dick, right across her mouth, but I’m long and girthy, so it covers a lot more area. She blinks rapidly, unfamiliar with this flavor of degradation, but she makes no attempt to pull away. I’d feel even the tiniest jerk if she tried to move back, but instead, she sinks into my hold. Either she’s liking it or she’s just giving in to her sex-doll role, but either way, there have been no taps on my leg.
I slap my cock on the cushion of her smooshed lips again, smirking when precum blesses her face. She gasps when she feels it, and I let go of my shaft to swipe it up with my finger, then press it into her mouth and smear it on her tongue.
“Did you know, little doll, that the tool a priest uses to sprinkle and sling holy water is called an aspergillum?” I grip my cock tightly and point it straight out from my body, sliding my knuckles up to force more precum out the tip.
“No, Mashtah,” she replies, her voice trembling slightly as she watches the clear bead emerge. I lift my rod just in time so that it doesn’t drip off quite yet.
“There are a couple of different kinds, but the most common nowadays is a handle attached to a hollow metal ball with small holes at the tip. The priest dips it into the bucket of holy water, known as the aspersorium, and after the ball fills up, he lifts it into the air—” I take hold of the base of my shaft again. “—then whips it over the congregation.” I slap her pillowy lips once more, and just like before, the sticky proof of how fucking hot I am for this woman kneeling at my feet splats, this time across her forehead.