…your old apartment….

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…your old apartment….I come home to your old apartment and find you in the bathroom, getting ready to take a shower. You are looking at yourself in the mirror, trimming your face. I come up behind you and finger your asshole. You jump. “Don’t act like you don’t like this.” I say. In the reflection, you see the look in my eyes. You put the trimmers down and brace yourself on the sink, sticking your ass out. I finger your asshole more… teasing it and watching your cock grow. I shut the toilet lid and tell you to sit down. I reach into the closet and get my make-up bag. I open it and select a bright red lipstick. I open it and roll it up. I paint your lips, it feels heavy and foreign, but new and exciting. I take out eyeshadow and stroke it onto your eyelids. You feel me do this so carefully, with tenderness, knowing there is love behind the humiliation I am about to bring to you… it is odd… that someone who loves you so much and take such care of you, can be so mean and punishing, in a way that you feel safe. I paint black eyeliner on you and even elongate your eyelashes with mascara. “What a pretty, whore. Do you want to see how pretty you are, Slut?” I take your hand and make you stand and look at yourself in the mirror. You like it, but it embarasses you. “Go pick out something to please me, Slut.” I point to your closet and you walk to it, still naked. You choose a short skirt and a corset. I help you put them on and then choose a pair of heels for you. “Go walk around and feel pretty, whore”, and you walk towards the kitchen, checking to make sure the blinds are closed… Who would understand this? Your neighbors would call you a freak… but your love… she lets you be you. You walk around, awkwardly and feeling strangely kaçak iddaa sexy. Your hard cock pushes the front of your skirt up, I can see your arousal, still so vividly. “Come here, my Slut.” You walk back over to me. “Do you like dressing like a whore?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Do you feel sexy?” “Yes, Mistress” “Do you feel ashamed, slut?” “Yes, Mistress” “You enjoy dressing up, don’t you?” “Yes, Mistress” “Do you know what would please me, Slut?” “No, Mistress.” “I want to completely humiliate you. I want you to masturbate in front of me. I want you to stand here before me and satisfy yourself knowing that the only thing you did, was dress like a slut. I want you to get yourself off only by being a sissy… I am not even going to touch you. I will give you no satisfaction in knowing I helped you… you are only turned on by being dressed like a whore and you will get off by only being dressed like a whore… Do you understand?” “Yes, Mistress.” I grab the bottle of lube, I pour it into your hand, close it and get on my knees in front of you. “Slut, you will masturbate for me. Get yourself off, like the whore you are, aroused simply by dressing up for me….and then cum in my mouth. You can have your cum, when you kneel down and get it from me.” “Yes, Mistress.” This feels so weird to you. Exciting, knowing you are doing as I tell you, but embarassed that you are going to entirely masturbate in front of me, from beginning to end… knowing you will look ridiculous. The humiliation is enticing, but the initmacy drives you. You begin stroking, slowly and focusing on the head of your cock, small, circling motions… that lead eventually to longer strokes. “Mmmmm, stroke that cock for me… stroke it long and hard. I love seeing your cock hard… illegal bahis I just wish that cock was hard for me… but it’s not… that cock is hard for your own, sissy ass… that cock is going to cum because you dress like a slut. You like the feel of the lipstick on your lips…. the feel of your skirt, flipping as you jerk your hard cock… your corset hugging you. Stroke that cock, knowing what a whore you are.” You start stroking faster, shy from enjoying it and unsure if you should hide the pleasure. You want to fully jerk off, as you do when you are alone, but how awkward will you look, standing over me? Your heightening feelings start to give way and you find yourself getting to into the moment, the muscles in your arm tightening, giving you shorter, faster strokes…. you stifle it and try and look as “manly” as possible in heels, a skirt, corset and make-up. Who are you fooling though? It is you and I, you know eventually you will give in and succumb to your carnal desires and grip your raging cock in a strangle hold that will bring you to orgasm. You continue to wrestle between giving in to an orgasm and giving the appearance of manly strength. You know what side will win… you are dressed like a whore, afterall… and you like it. “Stroke that cock for me, slut. Stroke it fast and hard…. cum in my mouth.” You had momentarly forgotten about that, distracted by your inner debate. The thought of cumming in my mouth…. blowing your load past my lips, knowing that you will be able to taste it with me. Knowing that I will be pleased with that. Now the excitement is even greater… the thought of cumming on my lips, seeing your white mess on my lips…. it is too much… What cum-whore doesn’t want to taste her own cum? You know bahis siteleri that I know this turns you on… you know I am in your head… you just have to give in to your weakness… you start stroking faster, not caring what you look like… you look at my lips, ready to be painted with your cum…. you can already taste your cum…. you build…. it is to much… you point your hard cock downward, your skirt laying over it finally… only revealing the head of it…. I open my mouth and you watch yourself cum into my mouth, careful to not miss…. that would be more that you cannot taste, yourself…. your knees quiver and you struggle to remain standing as you wring every last drop of cum out… You fall to your knees and kiss me… deeply… enjoying your reward… and wanting to show me your love… your love for me, because I let you do this… let you be who you are…. do what you want…. and not judge… but embrace…. you kiss me so deep… trying to convey all these thoughts and emotions into me… through a kiss…. We finish our kiss… your lipstick now smeared between us both. “We need to clean up” “Yes, Mistress.” “Run me a shower.” “Yes, Mistress.” You go into the bathroom and start the shower…. I watch as you check yourself in the mirror, I see the shame in your eye. I know it is now time to stop. We get in the shower, I watch you scrub your face… wanting to erase your weakness. You turn around, once you are done and look at me. “Will you please wash me?” You know my question releases you… it was not an order. You wash me… rubbing my entire body with lather… massaging me everywhere. You rinse your hand and run your fingers between my legs. You begin fingering me…. it is my turn now…. hot water… your arms around me… your fingers inside me…. it doesn’t take me long to cum myself…. We finish our shower…. dry each other off…. and settle down into the futon…. still damp….. but warm….. and close.

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