I find it so interesting that you you told me “It takes me a long time to cum” when we first talked. As I always do, I just listened. You told me by yourself you can cum sometimes in 3-4 minutes, but with a guy it takes much longer if you cum at all. You told me all these things about yourself that you were so sure of.
Then when we started and I pulled out a vibrator, you responded right away, “That won’t help, I’ve tried it before.” A conviction without even a trial.
"You don’t have to worry about deciding what will or won’t work. You don’t have to worry about performing, or succeeding or failing. All you have to worry about is following what I tell you. Take off your shorts and your panties."
You look a little surprised that I switched gears so quickly. “Look, I don’t just get turned on like this…”
"WAS I UNCLEAR?" My voice had changed tones…again you looked surprised and began to answer, "No, I just…"
"Good. I can leave now. We don’t have to do this. I won’t ask again. I will assume the next action you do or don’t take is your answer. Take off your shorts and your panties."
This time you were quiet and did as you were told.
"Now, kneel on the floor," I said pointing to a place on the carpet next to me. You knelt.
I had you fold your hands behind your head. I had you hold good posture for me. I had you spread your legs. All little directions. All specific. I got no more questions from you.
"I know you like to be in control. I know you like to find little ways to fight and struggle. I know you like to test. Those won’t work with me."
I switched on the vibrator on high. “Don’t move.” I held the tip of the vibrator against your clit. I didn’t move it.
"I also know that a good girl wouldn’t let a near stranger do this to her. A good girl wouldn’t tell me the story of her sex life, nor would she let me order her around."
My voice seemed like it wasn’t attached to me.
"You feel that vibrator on your clit?"
"Its buzzing away and you can’t stop it. You can’t speed it up or slow it down. If you want to continue, which I know you do, you just have to hold still."
You were wet now. Your eyes blinked and you breathed evenly only with effort. “Is this beginning to turn you on?” You nodded. “You know what type of girl lets an older man she barely knows do this to her? Do you know what this makes you?”
You paused. It was almost like words weren’t allowed but I hadn’t said you couldn’t speak. You shook your head looking confused.
"Keep holding still. That makes you a little slut." On the word slut I rubbed the vibe in little circles on your clit then stopped. The mix of pleasure, and objection on your face was priceless. "Don’t move." "Don’t speak my little slut." I rubbed it in circles again on your clit on the word.
”Now, tell me…say what you are for me.” You paused and I pulled the vibrator away. Using the flat of my hand I gave you a hard swat on your pussy that made you loose your balance a little and began holding the vibe on your clit again right away while it still tingled.
"Tell me what you are." Again the pause and this time I spanked you 3 times. "Who’d let themselves be treated like this? Would a slut do this?"
"Yes!" sprung from your lips while I was still rubbing your clit with the vibe. I stopped. "Then tell me what you are."
"I’m a slut!" And I rubbed your clit even further.
Again I asked, and again you answered “A slut.” I rubbed your clit, and your squirming made me pull the vibe away. I spanked you again. “Hold still…What are you?”
"A SLUT!" I rubbed fast and firm on your clit.
We both could feel your orgasm coming. I pulled the vibrator away, tangled my fingers in your hair and pulled you over backwards across my lap. My free hand I used to hold and slowly…painfully slowly rub your clit.
"It takes you a long time to cum because you like to be in control." I twisted my finger just inside your pussy. "You don’t want to be a slut and want to be difficult. You don’t want to be easy and out of control." You moaned again as I rocked my finger against your clit. Isn’t that right my little slut…
"I’m going to cum." …I pulled my hand away.
"Who said you got to do anything slut?" I said as my hand came down 5 times firm on your pussy, making you gasp with each strike.
"You’re not in control any-more…"
(Source: cutiliae, via classofnineteeneighty)