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Slut

byCarolineB©

When they've been through all their little rituals and he's naked aside from his cuffs and her collar, she has him kneel in front of her. Not the masculine kneeling where she just watches him being still for her, but the other kind. The kind where he kneels right by her feet. Between her legs. Ready for cuddles and petting.

He's hard. More compliant than ever. Four weeks of being locked, and four weeks of teasing, have seen to that. He'll do just about anything today, and both of them know it.

He loves being her Good Boy. Loves looking after her. Serving her. Giving her pleasure and not thinking about his own. Or finding his own in hers.

He loves being petted and he loves seeing her smile.

But all the teasing has been teasing her too. Not in the same way, of course. But she wants to see something more from him. Something different. And being her Good Boy isn't quite the way she wants him today.

She wants to make something else of him. To let him see something else in himself. And to watch him open up to her and put the nice guy aside for a little while.

As she pets him, she whispers. Begins to tell him what he's going to be for her today.

"And I'm going to give you some nice red, open-wide lips first. Face me."

She takes her lip pencil to draw a line a little beyond his lips. A little more than a good girl would have. And far more than a nice guy would ever contemplate. On himself or on anyone else. And then she takes her brush and fills in the lines with the reddest, shiniest lipstick she could find.

His eyes look up at her. Not moving from hers. Willing to do whatever it takes. He'll get to cum today. She's almost promised him, and he knows that she's been looking forward to that too. But he knows that she'll play with him first.

"OK. Now turn around for me."

"I'm going to write something on your back. And when I'm done, I want you to tell me what it is that I've written. So concentrate. OK?"

He nods and he turns. She pulls his bottom up towards her so that he has to put his face to the floor. Almost to the floor. He wants to be careful not to make smudges.

She uses the brush to write on him too. It would be far quicker to just paint him with the lipstick, but she knows that he'll enjoy the sensations of the brush much better. He's a softie, really, and he loves the slow stuff.

He feels her start to write. Creating all of the letters first. There are four of them. Two swirly ones and two harsher ones. He reddens as he starts to realise what she's writing. He smiles because he's wanted to hear her call him this. She'd promised him, once, that this is what she'd make him one day.

As she goes over and over the letters, he knows she's taking care with each one. He knows that each of them will be perfectly sized, perfectly formed, perfectly red.

And he checks to be sure that he's getting it right. Convinces himself that he is.

When she's finished, and she's wiping the brush, she looks at him. This gorgeous thing that's hers to play with. She thinks of the things she wants to do with him. To him.

"Just crawl away from me a little. Slowly."

He stops just three or four feet away from her.

"And kneel up a little now."

All that beautiful masculinity. The tone in his arms. All that shy boyishness and all of it hers. She could eat him up right now if she didn't have the resolve to stop herself.

"That's good. That looks good. I'm just going to fix it a little."

She does what she was taught to do a million years ago when fixing makeup that needs to stay. She sprays cold water onto his back and watches him flinch as he hasn't a clue what she's doing. And then she takes the hairdryer to dry it in place. She's never been sure that it works, but she knows how much he'll love the sensations.

She goes back to her seat.

"OK. Now turn around for me. Slowly.

"And kneel up a little. Let me see your cock."

He rises. Lets her see him. Watches her smile.

"You're very hard today, aren't you?"

His shyness kicks in for a second and he blushes.

"Aren't you?"

"Yes, Miss."

"And we know why that is, don't we? We know what you're going to be for me today?"

"Yes, Miss."

"What do you think I've written on your back?"

He doesn't want to say. There's a part of him that's not naughty enough for this. But the parts of him that belong to her are far naughtier than he'd ever imagined they would be.

So he says it. Quietly. Almost inaudibly.

"I can't hear you properly, baby. You know you need to be clear for me. Tell me again. And look at me this time."

He looks into her eyes. And because he knows how much she wants to hear him to say it, he's clearer this time.

"I think you've written 'Slut', Miss."

"Do you? And why do you think I've written that? Do you think that's what you are?"

He looks at her. He's not sure what the answer is.

She tells him to come back to her. To come nearer.

And she looks straight into his eyes as she holds his head lightly in her hands.

"Do you think that you're going to be a slut for me today?"

"Do you think that you're going to show me how much you need to cum for me?"

She brushes the heel of her shoe against his cock. He'd happily cum for her right in that moment if she'd give him permission.

"Yes, Miss."

"So tell me."

"I want to be a slut for you. To show you. I want to cum for you."

"Good Boy. Then maybe you will."

She smiles. And as she smiles, she takes the lovely big ball gag and puts it into his mouth. He looks up at her again. She sees his smile disappearing as he has to open his mouth just a little wider than he's comfortable with. She watches his eyes close a little as he sinks into all of this for her.

She begins by holding his cock in her hand. Lightly lubed. Lightly stroking. Just beginning to hear him sigh.

He thinks of all the times he's wanted to feel her like this.

She thinks about how she needs to make sure she keeps taking him to the almost point, but not quite there until she's ready.

She knows him well enough to know some of the signals. But he's never been quite this anxious to cum for her. She knows him well enough to know how delicate that makes all this.

"Stand for me."

She turns him to face away from her. Bites into his right cheek, just hard enough to send a shiver all the way through him.

"Oh, isn't this lovely? Having you labelled like this so I can keep remembering what you are?"

She loves the muffled sounds he makes when he tries to talk whilst gagged.

She reaches round and takes him in her hand again. Plays lightly with her fingers.

"We're going to play a little game today. A game where I'm going to count to ten, and you have the chance to cum for me. That'll be fun, won't it?"

He makes another muffled sound as she starts counting.

And as she counts, she knows that this won't be the right ten. Not just yet. She can be pretty sure of that, and she alters the rhythm of the numbers and the rhythm of her strokes.

She reaches seven and notices his knees start to shake.

She softens to just using the tips of three fingers. Counts a little faster. There's no way he'd get there by ten.

She feels a little wave of victory as she makes the first set.

And she uses her hand to turn him. So he's facing right towards her with his cock almost touching her mouth.

She looks up towards him as a little trail of spit falls from the side of his gag.

"Oh, look, baby. You're starting to drool."

He'll drool far more later. Far more. But this time, she takes a tissue and wipes the side of his mouth ever so gently. Slowly. Giving him enough time to come back down a little.

She moves her eyes back down to see him twitching right in front of her. And then she feels a little moment of wickedness.

"Look at that." She talks slowly. Gently. Teasingly.

"Look. You're drooling here too."

She moves the tissue almost to his cock. And then she flicks out her tongue and takes the little drips into her mouth.

He almost melts. Right there. She feels him fight to stop his knees from giving way. From giving in.

She smiles at him. "You taste delicious."

"Now. Do you remember when we very first started chatting online. When we played silly little trust games where you had to save your cock for me?"

He nods. He remembers. It was so much simpler then. So much shorter. Two or three days here and there, no lock, and the chance for lots of little sneaky touches in the shower.

"Do you remember how I wasn't as clear as I should have been at first? How you didn't realise that no touching meant no touching at all."

He does. She pulls him down to the floor, so he's kneeling with her face against hers. So she can whisper to him and so she can feel his heart beating with the little memory of shame.

"And do you remember how you told me you'd fucked your pillow in bed one night. Because you were such a horny little puppy then that you just couldn't help yourself?"

"Yes, Miss."

She'd told him then that one day she'd watch him. That she wanted to see it for herself.

In the months that had passed since, he'd often wondered whether she'd forgotten. But he knew that she sometimes enjoyed plucking things from the past and using them to play with him.

"You're going to do that for me today. To show me. Let me see if it's as slutty as I've imagined."

He really, really doesn't want to. He really hates this stuff where she shames him. He knows that that's exactly what she's about to do.

But then he kind of likes the idea of another chance.

She pats the bed. Breezily. There isn't even the hint of him being able to make a decision.

So he comes up to the bed and feels her push a pillow under his cock.

"Just lift your bottom for me. Let me just see how this works."

He holds himself so that his cock isn't quite touching it. A part of him can't wait to get started. A part of him can't wait to get it over.

She walks in front of him. To face him.

"So this is how you did it, is it? Just thrusting yourself down onto the pillow?"

He nods. He looks at her. She can see the embarrassment in his eyes.

"See. I think a lot of this sluttiness has been there all along, really, hasn't it."

He nods again, and he sighs.

"OK. I just want you to take a little practice run for me. Just three little thrusts so I can see how this works."

He grinds his cock into the pillow. Three times. Slowly.

The shame of it, and the fact he only gets three, makes him hold onto his orgasm.

She watches his eyes closely. Enjoys this feeling she can give him. And the fact that he'll let her humiliate him like this.

She laughs at him.

"That's seriously slutty. I'm not sure I've ever seen anything dirtier than a boy humping a pillow."

"Shall we try for ten now. See if we can make you cum? I'll count again. But we're going to go really, really quickly this time so you need to hurry. Like this."

She claps out a rhythm on her hands. So fast. He's relieved that he's been exercising properly for her. And he cringes as he hears the laughter still lingering in her voice.

"Just make sure you're ready first. Move to the right place and make sure your knees and your arms are going to be able to do this for me. Like when you do the really fast pushups for me."

He shuffles himself into position. Feels the pillow rub against the head of his cock.

She tells him she's going to count down from three to give him warning. Asks if he's ready. He is.

So she gives him the countdown, and then very slightly quicker than she'd clapped out before

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten."

He fucks the pillow hard, and fast. But it's too fast to properly enjoy, and it's too fast to properly let himself go.

"No? You didn't cum that time either?"

He rolls onto his back. Groans at himself, and at her. This is torture. Delightful torture, but torture just the same.

His cock sits absolutely straight up. Hard and red. Almost purple.

He knows she knew he wouldn't be able to cum then. He knows she's teasing him. He knows how much pleasure she's getting from all of this.

"You know, baby, don't you, that if you roll around on the bed like that you're going to smudge that lovely writing?

"Just lift your bottom off the bed and keep it nice and neat for me."

So he's there, with his lower back in the air, his cock hard enough to see clearly when he just glances down, his body aching and every inch of him desperate to cum.

She senses his awkwardness, and after leaving him for a couple of moments beyond comfort, she tells him to just roll gently onto his side. Strokes his hair.

"You're not very good at this cumming thing, are you, baby? And I thought you wanted this so much. To show me how much you'd saved for me."

She runs her fingernails up and down his back. Knows that he wants to explain himself. Knows that if he weren't gagged, he'd be telling her that the first time was because she was too gentle and the second was just too quick.

And she knows that if he weren't gagged, he'd be begging her for another attempt.

"Maybe you're not ready to cum for me today. Maybe you've forgotten how to. Or maybe you're not really a slut at all. Do you think that might be it?"

And like from nowhere, sometimes he manages to make himself heard through his gag. She hears pretty clearly when he tells her that he is and he does.

She pretends not to.

He tells her again. Pleadingly, and as loudly and well-pronounced as he can manage.

"I am a slut."

She laughs.

"And you're forgetting your manners, aren't you? Because what you really want to say is "I am a slut, Miss."

He tries, but she's already moving on.

"I'm not listening. If you can't remember how to speak to me, there's very little point in any of this. And if you're so slutty that you're forgetting your place, you might as well not cum for me at all. Perhaps you don't deserve that and we need to go back to the start of everything again."

As she talks to him, she's already unfastening his gag. Watching a little bit of him destroyed.

Knowing that he's exactly in the place that she wanted him to be.

She takes her juice bottle, and she opens his too. Pours half of it into his little dish on the floor. He crawls after her, nuzzling her ankle.

"I am a slut, Miss. I am."

She laughs. "Come on. Have a little drink and we'll think about it."

She sees the trail of drool that's run down from his mouth and onto his chest. Slightly reddened by the traces of lipstick that it's taken along with it.

She sees his lips, the redness all distorted now.

She sees the writing on his back, almost ruined by sweat and by the smudges he made when he rolled around earlier.

She believes, absolutely, that he's everything she wanted him to be today. More than she wanted him to be today. But there's always a chance to take him further.

As she sits in her chair to drink her juice, he stops lapping his and tells her again.

"Miss, I am a slut. Really. I want this so much for you."

"Shhh. Just have your drink. Let me watch you."

He keeps drinking, but he keeps looking at her too. Knowing that she gets to decide what he is and what he deserves. Hoping so much that she wants him to cum for her.

All he can do now, as he's lapping his drink and looking up at her, is to try and use his eyes. There was a time when she'd always fall for his eyes. When she'd give into most things just because he was playing cute for her.

But he knows not to ask again. That, whatever she's decided or whatever she's about to decide, anything he could say wouldn't change that.

He calms a little in the security of knowing that. Knowing that she'll know what's best. The little bit of peace and rest helps remind him of that.

When he's finished his drink and she's finished hers, and when she's smiled at seeing him begging with his eyes in the way she never admits to loving any more, she suggests a spanking.

"Just ten. Just for fun."

He's a little softer now. He's come down quite a bit from where he was. But it won't take long. Both of them know that.

She tells him to bring the blindfold. They both enjoy locking him out of the light and taking one of his senses away. It always seems to heighten things a bit.

She sits on the bed. Pillows behind her, legs out in front.

He finds her in the dark and he lays across her. She pats his bottom a little to move him across a little. Just so that his cock sits neatly between her legs. So she can feel him changing again.

Sometimes, her spanks are sudden and hard. Sometimes they're softer. Today, they're everything mixed together. Gentle and startling at the same time. And with every one – with every one of the ten – she strokes him and plays with him and she tells him that today, his bottom's her favourite part.

She always has a favourite part. A bit that she wants to spend more time with. And today it's this.

She feels him getting harder for her as she reaches the sixth stroke. Asks him to tell her again what the word on his back says.

"Slut, Miss."

"And you know there are four more spanks left. So we can try again if you want to fuck my legs."

He tries. But she knows, and he knows, that four isn't enough. However hard he fucks for her.

She tells him it's OK. That she doesn't really mind if he can't cum for her. That she wanted it so much, but that maybe it's just not going to happen today.

He aches. He aches because he wants this so much. Too much. And because four wasn't enough, but six might have been. Because he was nearly there.

"Do you know what I'd like? I'd like it if you could make me cum instead. Or as well. If you're good at this, I might give you one last little chance."

He beams at her. This is something he can do. Something he's been trained to do. He knows he's good at this. Not because vanilla girlfriends pretended he was great when he wasn't actually doing it properly at all. But because she'd put the time into teaching him properly. And because she told him, often, how good at it he was now.

He feels his way down the bed. Kisses her from one foot and all the way up. Then the other foot and all the way up.

Then he kisses her thighs. Kisses the softness, and the little bits of wetness that have found their way down there. To the tops of her stockings. To the place in between there and her special place. The place that feels so quiet and calm and yet so hot.

He continues kissing her there. Sinking into the softness of her thighs. Waiting for her. Until she's ready.

And when she's ready, she takes a fistful of his hair and pulls his head right between her legs. Much harsher than she needs to be, because he's eager enough to go there with just the lightest of touches. But she likes to be hard with him sometimes. And this is that kind of sometimes, and she always gets to decide.

She lets herself get lost with him. Like she always does. The time she's spent on teaching him this means that he knows exactly what to do with hardly any direction at all. He knows when she needs big long puppy licks and when she needs his tongue hard on her clit. He knows exactly when to put his fingers inside her and exactly what to find. And he knows when alternating and finding her rhythm is most important.

He knows. He knows all of this. And he knows when she's cumming and when to not let up. As her cunt bucks into his face, and he pushes harder, he knows that she's almost there. He knows that he's pleasing her now. And he knows to just keep going.

She calls him a slut again. A dirty fucking slut. Right as she's cumming on his hand and his face and pushing his head, harder, onto her.

And then she holds his hair again. Strokes him as he licks her clean. As he rests his head on her thighs again. As she knows how much he's smiling.

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