Masturbation Monday

Her Good Boy #MasturbationMonday

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” She gasped in between strokes before giving him a long, cool look. “What are you going to do about it?”

What could he do? They’d try to play to power and control game, but he was hopeless. A few minutes in with a quick tug of her hair and pinch of her nipple, and he was lost. Uncertain. Eventually she lost patience and pushed him away.

Now, just moments after their last attempt, he found her like this. One hand clinging to the bed, the other attacking her own body, brutally working to bring herself to climax. He knew she liked pain, but it wasn’t in him to give. Hell, if he was honest with himself, he’d prefer to feel it.

“M-Maybe I could tell you to stop.” His voice carried zero authority. Even he could hear it.

She laughed. “Yeah right. Try again.”

His skin was hot. See? Hopeless. He inhaled deeply. “Um, flick your clit. Don’t stop until I say.”

Her response was to move her fingers faster in and out of her pussy.

He bowed his head and turned to leave her to it.

“I have a better idea.” Even as desire and need threatened to overwhelm her body, her voice was sharp. “Get that cock out.”

The cock in question twitched.

“Start stroking your puny rod and don’t fucking stop.”

His puny rod swelled to proportions he hadn’t felt in years. It pushed against his slacks, demanding freedom.

His skin was hot again but for a different reason.

“And if you fucking come, you will not get near my pussy again for a month.”

Her voice was as steely as his dick. He shuddered with anticipation and a little fear. Could he do this? Should he? The way she talked to him made him rock hard and at the same time, melted his bones. For her, he could do anything.

“Y-yes, Ma’am.” He grabbed his cock and began to stroke, spreading the cream already starting to flow over his skin. He tried not to wonder how “Ma’am” had fallen so easily from his tongue. Or why it felt so right.

A calm settled over him as he allowed his brain to stop thinking and do as he was told. She screamed through her first orgasm, a sound he’d never heard from her before.

“Good boy.” She panted out the words. “Call me that again, and I’ll give you a special treat.”

She held her wet fingers up and wiggled them at him. His mouth watered in response even as his hand continued it’s unwavering movement against his body.

He’d do anything to be her good boy. Anything at all.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! I think these two both got what they wanted here – or they will very soon. Ha! If that got your motor running, at least a little, go forth and read more smutty smut. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.

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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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