Bedroom Closet

S___ is on his way home. I have been worked up since I saw him this after­noon. I think not hav­ing his cock inside me for a cou­ple days is start­ing to break me down. He is com­ing home and then cum­ming in my mouth. He has filled my head with visions of him lick­ing my pussy, suck­ing my toes, play­ing with my ass. I have already packed up the bed straps but I can see him cuff­ing me tonight, mak­ing sure that he can do what­ever he wants, take what he wants, like I did last night. My cunt is so wet right now, think­ing about his mouth. I reminded S___ today of a time when he was sit­ting on the couch, smok­ing, and sip­ping a whiskey. He had forced my head down to work know­ing once I was there I wouldn’t get up until he had cum in my mouth, know­ing that I would lick his cock and suck his balls until he was fin­ished with me. He sat there and enjoyed, barely acknowl­edg­ing my exis­tence. I think it comes to mind because I am feel­ing very sub­mis­sive today, I want him to tie me up, I want him to use me, to plea­sure me as he wants, to make me cum even though I try to stop him. I want him to tell me what to do tonight, my head is full. Thats what he needs to know, when I don’t want con­trol, when I want to be ordered and want to be pushed. When I want to be spanked, and teased, and used, and ordered, I tell him that my head is full. The antic­i­pa­tion of him telling me to work around the house, the feel­ing of him strap­ping on my col­lar, the mem­ory of his whis­per in my ear telling me the rules and pun­ish­ments of the evening make me so hot and wet I could cum just by think­ing about it. Come home soon, my head is full.

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