Masturbation Submissive


“I’m tired, little one.” His voice was weary, waking up early on a day he didn’t have to – just to call me.

I giggled at him. “But you get to take a nap anytime you want, Daddy. As submissively as possible, I’m not that sympathetic. I have to get up and go to work.”

He chuckled at me. A darker laugh than normal.

“Get your black vibrator and nipple clamps, girl.”

My pussy throbbed with desire at his words. I imagined the sting of the clamps on my nipples and being filled and fucked by my own toy. I quickly moved to do as he commanded.

“Get the clamps on and put the chain in your teeth.”

Oh God, the pain was sweet, delicious. I felt the blood rush to my cunt as I clamped myself. With the chain in my mouth, all I could do was hiss and whimper.

“Listen to me, girl, since you can’t beg like that, cum as often as you need to – and you will cum.”

For a brief moment I glowed with happiness at his generosity in letting me cum as often as I wanted. I should have known.

“Turn on the vibrator to medium, set against your clit. Don’t move it.”

The first moments, as my body began to feel the vibrations, I floated along in the pleasure. Until my clit throbbed. My pussy began to spasm, the first orgasm slamming into me. My shrieks were muffled by the chain in my mouth. Once the first one hit, one orgasm followed another. Shrieks turned to screams as my body throbbed and spasmed. Cum rolled down my ass as it flowed out of my body in a continuous stream. Sweat covered my body, and I trembled.

“It sounds like you might be wet enough, girl. Set it on high, and start fucking yourself.”

I groaned in relief as my orgasms had become painful. Sopping wet, the thick vibrator fit slid into my body slowly. The shaft stretched and filled my tight cunt. Within moments, the vibrations pulsed through me, and I began hitting my g-spot. Writhing on the bed, the orgasms came with less frequency, but with no less intensity.

I had all but forgotten the clamps on my nipples, the chain in my teeth stretching them painfully, while I’d pressed the vibrator into my clit. As I fucked myself, I could feel each link of the chain against my tongue and the pull of the clamps torturing my nipples. My cries of pleasure were mixed with tears as my senses were overwhelmed.

“Lower the setting. Back on your clit, girl.”

I wordlessly cried and begged. Not that, I can’t handle that, I thought to myself.

Obediently, I pressed the torture device into my sensitive clit. The first orgasm rocked my body. The searing throb in my clit caused me to close my legs around the vibrator, which only succeeded in pressing the vibrator more firmly into my body. The gushing subsided but not the orgasms. My hips bucked, lifting completely off the bed, as my body was racked with pleasure. Sweat glued my hair to my forehead. I could no longer scream behind the chain, too spent for anything more than whimpers.

“Turn it off, girl. Let the chain go.”

I threw the vibrator across the bed. I released the chain and felt the soreness in my nipples. Gasping for breath, I tried to thank him.

“Breathe, babygirl, breathe deep.”

I inhaled deeply, several times. “Oh God, thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Is there anything else you’d like to say about not being sympathetic, my sassy, bratty girl?”

He chuckled as I gasped.

“No, Daddy,” I whimpered.

“I didn’t think so.”


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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