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I intoxicated you.

There was no way around it, no way over it and no way to deny it. You let me own you the second I laid my eyes on you the first time. I made you blind to every other person and made you blind to see all the things I did before.

While you were there, waiting.

I didn‘t know for what exactly you had been waiting, but the moment my lips hit yours, denying was senseless. You melted under my touch and your lips melted into mine.

You kissed me so full of passion, that I actually began to believe that not you had waited for me - I had waited for you.

You kissed me.

Without warning, without permission. You kissed me so full of lust and longing for my touch, as if you needed that breath I was holding. It felt like every fiber of me belonged to you, and you wanted it back.

Right under your skin.

I was under your skin and you wanted to claw me out, but you couldn‘t. And so you had been left with this need. Like- if you wouldn‘t have kissed me, you wouldn‘t been able to breathe.

Even if you stole my breath.

All you could do is get lost in my touch.

Like you’ll burst into flames

if you‘d not be tasting me.

Kissing me. Fucking me. Feeling me.

I don‘t know for how long we stood there, my hand on your back and on your hips. Later my hand slid up from your hips into your hair, pulling you closer. You didn‘t move, you just listened to your own heartbeat mixed with mine, still beating hard against my breast.

You didn‘t move, didn‘t make a step. Only your lips moved, as an answer to all the little questions I asked you this very moment.

You couldn‘t remember when in all this time my tongue decided to ask for permission to explore you completely. It wandered along the shape of your underlip, travelled across the path of your teeth.

I pulled you closer, closer, as if I wanted to swallow you whole. As if I only could exist stealing the last of your innocence and making you all my own.

The moment I asked for permission you let me in. And as soon as the tip of my tongue hit your tastebuds and the faint taste of whisky exploded in your mouth, you lost the battle.

You needed more and we both knew it.

You couldn‘t remember when my hand untangled out of your hair and found a hold on your own hand.

A few seconds after you got dizzy because you lost all your breath, I stopped kissing you.

We stood there, your hand in mine, staring into each others eyes, the music pulsating around us. Like waves that lead us to where we both wanted to be.

I lead us both away from the party, upstairs to my own room, right under the roof. You followed my steps without hesitating, your mind all swiped empty and filled with only my taste that still flooded your senses.

It wasn‘t like one of those newish love stories where Cinderella meets her princess. Yes, we danced, but we danced around each other for almost too long.

And when I closed my room door and turned around to you, my breast heaving heavy, you knew it was worth it.

Your eyes fixed my body and I felt how all my senses spread out across the room, just to be captivated by you again.

„Strip for me,“ I demanded, my voice raspy again. It sounded almost desperate, and for a second as if I would beg you to be mine- and mine alone. „Now.“

You pressed your hands together. You wanted me to come to you, for only once. You wanted me to move my ass towards you and tell you that I wanted you. You wanted me to stop playing with you, for this once.

And I wanted to invite you in, and not you to be the one to burst through the closed door.

„No.“, you whispered. It had the desired effect. I came closer. „No?,“ I asked with a subtile smile on my lips. „No,“ you murmured again, only to find yourself inches away from me. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. It all felt kind of surreal.

„Do you want me?,“ my voice suddenly cut through your clouded brain. You screw your eyes open and stared at me. „Yes, I,“ you muttered, but your voice trailed off.

I wanted you.

I needed you so bad.

I didn’t want anything else.

You nodded, giving me permission to touch you, but I didn‘t move an inch.

„From your mouth. I want to hear you say you want me between your legs.“

You slowly wet my lips, unable to look up to me. Your heart was racing a mile a minute. Your voice was almost too unsteady to answer.

„You want to know what I want? I want you to be the one wanting me first. Pushing me first. Kissing me first. Don't be careful with me,“ you said. „I want you between my legs. Your tongue on my clit. I want to come on your mouth. I have waited far too long for you to finally come to your senses and take what‘s yours for years already.“

I stared at you for a few seconds. You had expected me to tear off your clothes after you said what you said- But when I didn‘t move, you finally managed to look up to me.

„Why is your heart beating so fast when I haven‘t even touched you?,“ I whispered.

„How could you know it is racing, when you didn‘t touch me?,“ you answered.

I slowly put my hand on your chest.

„Because mine is.“

You stared at my hand, unable to say anything. You didn‘t know what to do, as your heart began to flutter under my touch. You didn‘t know what to answer. And so, you stayed silent.

„What is this between us?,“ you finally whispered, desperate to know my answer, but what I said confused you at first.

„Nothing,“ I answered, my hand still where it was minutes ago. Your heart still beating faster, every pore of your body still inhaling my scent. „And now kiss me.“

„What?,“ you choked out, barely able to catch the breath you needed to not get dizzy.

„Kiss me,“ I repeated myself.

Your eyes flew to mine and your hands landed on my chest. Just as you wanted to do what I had asked you for, I caressed your cheek with my thumb, following the outline of your jaw, until my thumb settled on your trembling underlip.

All you could do is breathe.

So you did.

And the next moment you opened your mouth and sucked my finger in.

I let out a sharp noise, a loud breath, grunt and moan, all at once. I stared at your mouth, the same moment you swirled your tongue over my fingertip.

„You,“ I moaned, but nothing else.

Then I pulled my finger out of your mouth.

A smile crossed your lips, as your hands flew in my hair and to my cheek. And because you wanted, you did. You kissed me.

After all I were right. There was nothing between us- no space, no air, no denying.

It was a short kiss at first, me pulling back only inches from you after a second- To look at you, but kissing you again directly after. You got greedier with every single kiss we shared, until you took your hands away from my neck and guided them to where the hem of my dress was.

Your fingers played around it, while we were still kissing, trailing along the zipper, down to where my hips were.

„You make me lose my mind,“ I suddenly hissed, pulling back and looking at you. „You.“

With this words I pushed you slightly backwards, until your knees hit the edge of my bed and you needed to sit down because you lost balance.

„Oh, god,“ I moaned silently, my hands covering my eyes.

Then I came onto the bed, my body covering yours, making you unable to move. Settling between your legs.

I placed a hand on either side of your head and leaned down to kiss you once more.

Heat erupted inside of you, liquefying in your veins. Heat drifted between your legs and you were losing your breath. Heat formed in your stomach, nearly feeling like it would be burning all of you.

„You're such a good girl,“ I whispered against your lips, not stopping to kiss you.

Your body instantly relaxed, seeming to melt down into the bedsheets as you opened your eyes and looked up at me. My beautiful words washing over you like warm water. Without you even realizing at first, you’re suddenly all obedient, like that one little phrase put you in a trance.

I could literally do anything to you in this moment.

You remained moveless, your breathing fast. I sat up on you, my hands slid down your neck, waist, your hips, tracing the outsides of your thighs. The caress was slow, as if I was trying to memorize the curves of your body.

Heat bloomed beneath your skin, tightening in your breasts and burning a lower path.

„Take me,“ you breathed.

„I won‘t make it this easy for you.“

My possessive gaze lingered on you, almost daring you to stop me, as I slid your dress up your thighs, sliding my hand sliding between the lacy fabric between your legs. Your body shivered in anticipation.

Any sense we had left drowned in a pool of lust.

You pulled me down to you, your fingers opening my zipper, unzipping it with a swift motion while your lips found their way down my neck.

A small whimper escaped my lips. It sent a thunderstroke down your core..

And you- you moaned into my skin.

„I can feel it,“ I whispered, my hand gripping yours and bringing it over your head. „You really want me, right?“

You couldn‘t answer, your mouth completely dried out from your sallow breathing. That‘s why you only nodded, little moans escaping your lips.

„I'm gonna sneak these legs open and give you what you want.“

You turned your head, meeting my lips and kissing me deeply.

All my words.

My words sent you to heaven.

Dress open, I spread your legs, placing sloppy kisses down your body. The moment I finally arrived between your legs, you let out a loud whimper.

„So needy?,“ I moaned, pulling down your panties and tossing them to the side. „Yeah, I know you like it. And you‘re damn well going to get it.“

My tongue swiped over your heat, leaving you shaking. You screwed your eyes shut, your breath shallow.

But I didn‘t give you what you wanted. You wanted more, more of me, all of me.

„Look at me.“

My voice pulled you out of the hole of emotions you had fallen in. „Look at me when I make you come.“

Your eyelids flew open, your eyes slowly finding their way to mine. Drowning in the lust I gave you.

„I need you,“ you choked out, „I need you whole.“

My tongue swept over your clit.

„Please,“ you begged. „Please.“

A loud moan escaped your lips, as I buried two fingers deep inside you, curling them upwards. Your back ached. „Please!,“ you begged, moaning, screaming, sweating.

I slowly finger-fucked you.

„Please,“ you begged again, but I didn‘t move. „Please!“

Your pleads became more desperate, the nearer you came your high. Your eyes didn’t leave mine, while I did what I did. A soft smile had formed on my lips, and as you came my mouth opened, moans escaping it. Staring at you, while your vision blurred and you screamed in lust.

I slowly came up to you again, your legs all going numb on top of the covers. „Your moans are the sweetest sounds I have ever heard,“ I murmured, kissing your forehead. „You know princess, I really wanted to go easy on you,“ I continued, while you tried to understand what I said, your mind still as numb as your legs. „But now that I‘ve tasted what you‘re capable of.. now I‘ll give it to you. Hard. So hard, that you won‘t be able to walk tomorrow.“

„What are you going to do?,“ you whispered, trying to get the oxygen you needed to not be dizzy anymore.

It didn‘t work.

Your head kept spinning.

Oh, what I did to you..

„Hold on to the headboard,“ I moaned, taking hold of your wrists and bringing them up myself.

You obeyed. Your fingers closed around the wood, hoping it would resist.

„I need this,“ you whimpered, searching my gaze. „I need more of you.“

My gaze not leaving yours, I got my toy out of my bedside table.

„Good lord,“ I whispered, „If you keep looking at me like this, I’ll come on the spot.“

A silent laugh formed in your throat, forcing it’s way out.

Then you felt me caressing your heat with my toy. I didn’t break eye contact, as I let it slowly sink deeper, and you started to feel better than ever before.

„Are you okay?,“ I whispered.

„Yes.. yes,“ you stuttered, adjusting. „I‘m okay.“

I slid it all the way in, bottoming out, and hit you so deep, your eyes rolled back.

Oh, fuck.

„Don‘t go easy on me,“ you moaned.

„I won‘t, princess.“

I thrusted it into you as I braced myself on the bedsheets. „You need me?,“ I moaned, now even faster.

Your back arched as an answer.

„You don't need this.“ I plunged it into you. Then, again. Harder this time.

„It's me you need.“

But it was obvious - that you needed me.

Another brisk thrust. „Say it.“

„Yes,“ you moaned. Your body lost all its strength under the waves of pleasure. „I need you.“

„C‘mon princess, I know you can do better than that,“ I moaned, my hand taking hold in your hair and fucking it deeper into you. „I know you can be a good girl for me.“

„I need you!“, you finally cried out..

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fallinfallingfalling · 8 months ago

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Hi mommy hehehehee. I'm feeling subby and bratty...could you maybe write something about putting your sub in her place with a strap on? Pretty please??

Hello sweetheart! 𝒙𝒙

Ofc I can. ♡

You had been pushing my buttons all day, testing the limits, and I could see that gleam of mischief in your eyes—the one that told me you were being bratty on purpose. It was clear you were craving my attention, my control, and perhaps a little bit of discipline.

After letting your antics go on long enough, I decide it’s time to take charge. "Kneel," I command, my voice firm but calm. For a moment, you hesitate, your bratty demeanor faltering under my steady gaze, but then you comply, dropping to your knees with a mix of defiance and anticipation, your eyes never leaving mine.

"Good girl," I murmur, reaching down to run a hand through your hair, gripping it gently but firmly at the roots. You gasp softly, the sound barely audible, and I lean down slightly, bringing my face close to yours. "Since you’ve been so bratty today," I continue, my tone dripping with authority, "I think you need to be reminded of your place."

You glance up at me, your breath quickening, and I can see the shift in your demeanor. The thrill of anticipation makes you shiver, a delicious sight that only fuels my desire to assert my control. I take a moment to let the tension build, my gaze unwavering as I savor the sight of you on your knees before me.

"Mommy, I’m sorry," you whisper, a small hint of contrition in your voice, though I can see the defiant spark still flickering in your eyes.

"Are you really sorry?" I ask, my voice taking on a mocking edge. I tilt your chin up with my finger, forcing you to meet my eyes. "Or are you just saying that because you want to avoid a punishment?"

You swallow hard, your eyes searching mine. "I... I’m sorry, Mommy," you repeat, but there's a quiver in your voice that tells me you’re still holding onto that rebellious streak.

"I don’t believe you," I say softly, my tone almost playful. "I think you need to show me just how sorry you are."

I slowly lower my strap in front of you, letting the cool leather brush against your lips. "Now," I command, leaving no room for disobedience, "Show me how sorry you are."

"Yes, Mommy," you whisper, your voice laced with both submission and eagerness. You lean forward, your eyes locked with mine as you begin to take the strap into your mouth. Your lips part, and you move slowly at first, your tongue gliding over the surface, wetting it with your saliva.

"That's it," I praise, tightening my grip on your hair slightly, just enough to let you know who’s in control. "Do it right, and maybe I’ll forgive you."

You hum around the strap, a small sound of pleasure mixed with your obedience, and I can feel your brattiness fading away with each movement. Your eyes flutter closed, and I pull your hair a bit, reminding you to keep your eyes on me. "Look at me," I demand. "I want to see those pretty eyes when you’re making it up to me."

You look up instantly, your gaze full of adoration and submission. "Yes, Mommy," you mumble around the strap, working harder now, your mouth taking more of it, your tongue swirling with newfound determination.

"Such a good girl when you want to be," I coo, watching you intently, feeling the power dynamics shift back into balance. Your submission is a sweet surrender to my authority, and I relish every moment of it. I control the pace, pushing a little deeper, then pulling back, guiding your rhythm, keeping you just on the edge of what you can handle.

"Do you like this?" I ask, my voice low and teasing. "Do you like being put in your place like this, having Mommy control every little thing you do?"

"Yes, Mommy," you murmur around the strap, your eyes wide and sincere. "I love it."

"Good," I reply, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Because this is exactly where you belong, isn’t it? On your knees, showing Mommy how much you need me."

You nod, your eyes glistening with tears of submission and pleasure. "I need you, Mommy. I need you so much."

"Then be a good girl for me," I whisper, pulling the strap from your mouth and letting it rest against your lips again. "And maybe I’ll let you feel just how much I need you too."

With a sudden move, I pull the strap out of your mouth, leaving your lips glistening and parted, a soft gasp escaping you. "Hands behind your back," I order, and you immediately comply, your fingers intertwining behind you.

"Good girl," I murmur, bringing my free hand to your cheek, caressing it softly before delivering a quick, sharp slap to the other. Your eyes widen, but you remain perfectly still, accepting the punishment with a quiet whimper.

"Remember, you’re mine," I tell you, my voice low and commanding. "Every bratty move you make, every defiant glance, it all comes back to this. To Mommy reminding you exactly who you belong to."

You moan softly in response, your mouth still tingling from the slap, your hands coming up to hold onto my thighs for balance. "I’m yours, Mommy," you murmur when I let you pull back for a breath. "Only yours."

I smile, satisfied with your response, with your compliance, but I’m not done yet. I take a step back, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a leather collar and leash. Your eyes widen at the sight, but you don't move, your breath catching in anticipation.

"Tell me," I say, dangling the collar in front of you, "Do you think you deserve this? Do you think you deserve to wear your collar after all your brattiness today?"

You hesitate for a moment, then nod. "Yes, Mommy," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly with a mix of fear and excitement. "I want to wear it. I want to be yours."

I nod, pleased with your answer. "Then lift your chin," I instruct, and you do so immediately, exposing your neck to me. I wrap the collar around your neck, fastening it securely before attaching the leash. I give it a gentle tug, making you gasp softly.

"You know what this means, don't you, my sweet little brat?" I ask, my tone soft yet firm.

"Yes, Mommy," you whisper, your voice barely audible, your body trembling with anticipation of what’s to come.

"Good girl," I purr, giving the leash another tug, pulling you back into position. "Now, let's see just how well you can behave for me."

I pull the leash, guiding you toward the bed. "Get on all fours," I command, and you obey, moving with a grace that makes my heart swell with pride. I climb onto the bed behind you, running my hand down your back, feeling you shiver under my touch.

"Tell me," I murmur, my voice low and teasing. "Do you like it when Mommy is rough with you? When I remind you exactly who’s in charge?"

"Yes, Mommy," you breathe, your voice shaky with desire. "I love it when you take control."

I smile, my hand moving lower, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. "Good. Because that’s exactly what I’m going to do," I whisper, leaning in to press a kiss to your shoulder. "I’m going to make sure you never forget who you belong to."

I slide my hands down your thighs, reaching for the rope I had left on the bedside table. "Hold still," I command, and you remain motionless, knowing better than to disobey. I start by wrapping the rope around your ankles, binding them together tightly but comfortably. "You’re going to stay right here until I decide otherwise," I say, looping the rope around your wrists, pulling them behind your back.

"Thank you, Mommy," you whisper, your voice a soft, submissive sigh.

"Shh," I hush you gently, tightening the last knot before running my hands over the binds, ensuring they're secure but not too tight. "You’re so beautiful like this, all tied up for me," I murmur, my hands moving to cup your chin, lifting your gaze to meet mine. "Tell me how much you need me."

"I need you so much, Mommy," you reply, your voice trembling with sincerity. "I want to be good for you. I want to please you."

I smile, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep, possessive kiss. "Good girl," I praise, pulling back just enough to see the longing in your eyes. "But we’re not done yet. I need you to understand just how serious I am about your behavior."

I reach for the flogger hanging nearby, letting the tails brush against your back, teasing the sensitive skin there. "You know what's coming next, don’t you?" I ask, my voice dripping with authority.

"Yes, Mommy," you whisper, your body tensing slightly in anticipation. "I know."

"Count them," I instruct, raising the flogger and bringing it down with a swift, measured strike across your backside. The sound of leather meeting skin fills the room, and you gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure evident in your voice.

"One," you murmur, your voice shaking slightly but steady.

"Good girl," I praise, bringing the flogger down again, a bit harder this time. "What’s this one?"

"Two," you gasp, your voice a little louder, more breathless.

"Such a good girl for mommy," I keep my lips close to your ear, whispering soft reassurances that blend with my commands, my voice a gentle guide through the waves of sensation I'm creating for you. I let my fingers slide lower, teasing your inner thighs, feeling the way your body responds, every muscle tightening with anticipation.

"Do you want Mommy to touch you here?" I ask, my fingers grazing just shy of where you want me most. Your breath catches, a soft whimper escaping your lips as you nod frantically, blindfolded and vulnerable.

"Use your words," I instruct, my voice low and commanding. "I want to hear you say it."

"Yes, Mommy," you plead, your voice a desperate whisper. "Please, touch me. I need it so bad."

I smile at your eagerness, at the sweet desperation in your voice. "That’s my good girl," I murmur, finally allowing my fingers to make contact, sliding over your sensitive skin with a feather-light touch. You gasp, your body arching towards me, seeking more, but I keep my touch teasingly light, not giving you the pressure you crave just yet.

"Do you feel how badly I’m teasing you?" I whisper, my breath hot against your skin as I continue my slow exploration. "How I’m making you wait for it? Do you understand why?"

"Yes, Mommy," you whimper, your voice trembling with frustration and longing. "Because I was a brat. Because I need to learn."

"That’s right," I affirm, pressing a bit harder now, giving you just a hint of what you want. "You need to learn that when you act out, you don’t get what you want right away. You have to earn it, don’t you?"

"Yes, Mommy," you reply, your voice filled with determination to prove yourself. "I’ll be good, I promise."

I hum in approval, increasing the pressure of my touch, circling slowly, teasingly, just enough to drive you wild but not enough to push you over the edge. "That’s what I like to hear," I murmur, my lips brushing against your neck as I speak. "But you have to show me, baby. Show me how good you can be."

Your body is writhing now, caught between the pleasure I’m giving you and the need for more. I keep my movements slow and deliberate, drawing out every ounce of sensation, every gasp and whimper that escapes your lips. "Such a good girl," I praise, my voice a soft, soothing murmur against your skin. "Look at how well you’re doing, staying still for Mommy."

You nod, a small, desperate sound escaping you, a mixture of frustration and bliss. "Please, Mommy," you beg, your voice barely more than a breathless whisper. "I need more. Please."

"Patience, baby," I chide gently, though my tone is laced with warmth. "You’ll get what you need when I decide you’re ready. Not a moment sooner."

I continue my slow, torturous exploration, my fingers tracing patterns over your skin, keeping you on the edge, never quite letting you tip over. "Do you trust me?" I ask suddenly, my voice low and intense, cutting through the haze of pleasure.

"Yes, Mommy," you answer immediately, without hesitation. "Of course I trust you."

"Good girl," I murmur, my lips curving into a smile against your skin. "Because I’m going to take you to the edge, push you right to the brink, and then I’m going to pull you back. Over and over. Until you can’t take it anymore."

I feel your body tense beneath me, a soft moan escaping your lips at the promise in my words. "Does that sound good to you, baby? Do you want Mommy to push you to your limits?"

"Yes, Mommy," you breathe, your voice filled with both fear and excitement. "Please, I want it. I want you to take control."

"That’s what I like to hear," I whisper, my fingers resuming their slow, deliberate movements, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "You’re going to be such a good girl for me, aren’t you? You’re going to take everything I give you."

"Yes, Mommy," you reply, your voice trembling with anticipation. "I’ll take it. I’ll take everything."

I smile, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips, my fingers never stopping their relentless teasing. "That’s my good girl," I murmur against your mouth. "Now, let’s see just how far I can push you."

I start to increase the intensity, my fingers moving with more purpose now, pressing harder, circling faster. You cry out, your body arching into my touch, and I know you’re close, so close to the edge.

But just as you’re about to tip over, I pull back, stopping all movement, leaving you hanging on the precipice of release. You gasp, a frustrated whimper escaping your lips, your body trembling with need.

"Not yet," I murmur, my voice firm but kind. "I told you, baby. You don’t get to come until I say so. Understand?"

"Yes, Mommy," you moan, your voice filled with desperate longing. "I understand."

"Good," I reply, resuming my slow, torturous movements, building you back up again, taking you right to the edge, only to pull back once more.

I repeat this process over and over, each time pushing you closer, each time pulling you back, until you’re a quivering mess beneath me, your body trembling with need, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

"Please, Mommy," you beg, your voice barely more than a whisper. "Please, let me come. I can’t take it anymore."

I smile, full of affection for you, for your willingness to submit, to give yourself over to me completely. "You’ve been so good," I murmur, my fingers stilling for a moment as I lean down to kiss you deeply, pouring all of my love and appreciation into the kiss. "I think you’ve earned it, baby. I think you deserve to come."

I resume my movements, this time with more intensity, more purpose, pushing you quickly to the edge once more. "Come for me, baby," I whisper, my voice a low, commanding growl. "Now."

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