Fantasy Masturbation Submissive

It Starts With Fantasies

The other day, I dreamed a dream and wondered about my reality.  I think I should wonder no more.  My waking fantasies leave no room for argument…

Stretched out in my bed, luxuriating in the softness of my sheets, my pussy gently pulsed and throbbed with need.

“I want two fingers in your pussy, now, girl!” he growled.

With a whimper, I immediately obeyed, my hand drawn to my pussy like a magnet.  Soaking wet with need, my pussy squished and squelched.

“Tap that fucking g-spot, girl,” he commanded.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.

Within seconds, my back arched and my pussy opened and flowered.  I began to tremble as I felt my release come closer.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” he whispered, menacingly.  “Tell me!”

My words choked in my throat.  Overcome with desire, I couldn’t form words or thoughts.

“My little slut, I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes…yes, Sir…please, I need to cum.  Please?”  I pleaded with him, as my fingers moved in and out of my throbbing pussy.

“Rub that clit, girl,” he growled.  “Cum for me. Now!”

I pulled my fingers out with a slurp and frantically rubbed my clit.  Within seconds, I moaned and gasped as I sprayed the bed with my juices.

I gasped and faltered, unable to catch my breath.

“Again,” he demanded.  “Tap that g-spot. You’re not done yet, bitch.”

My hand dived into my soaked cunt.  I felt the orgasm build, faster this time, higher, harder.  My entire upper body arched off of the bed.  My hand braced against the wall behind my head, searching for purchase, searching for something solid. I whimpered and whined, moaned and shrieked.

“I want you to cum, NOW, slut!” he barked.

Within seconds, a second gush flowed out of my body, spraying the sheets all around me.  My breath caught in my throat.  I gasped, over and over, unable to draw a deep breath.

“Breathe, pet, just breathe,” he whispered, soothingly.

After several minutes, I caught my breath.  My heart stopped racing.  Calm washed over me.  I came back into myself.

“You will only cum for me, pet,” he said. “And only with my permission.  Do you understand?”

Slowly, I nodded.

“Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered.

“Good girl.  Don’t touch my pussy until I tell you, too,” he commanded.

“Yes, Sir,” I responded meekly

“Good girl.”

He drew me in close, wrapping his arms around me.  I felt safe, secure, and beautiful.

I knew I was His pet – and that I had found my Sir.


Imagine how shocked I was when I came out of this particular daydream.  I don’t think I can deny what I am anymore.  What say you, fearless readers and followers?


About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


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