Sunday already, and as promised, the climactic conclusion of..
🕑 Added 2022-03-14 00:22:18 +0000 UTC
Sunday already, and as promised, the climactic conclusion of 'A Lesson in Patience' my GENTLE PETPLAY DOMINATION erotica pt. 3.
If you're looking for parts 1 & 2, simply hit the erotica tag below to catch up.
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You look up at me, confused.
I finally open my eyes, the ball of my foot still poised on your achingly hard cock.
“Is it?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress-”
I lean forward mid sentence, and patiently take your face in my hand, locking gazes with you from above, letting every word fall heavy with its full meaning.
“Pets don’t use their words.”
The words set off a small keen in your throat and you simply melt into my hold. I can feel it when you give over. I cradle your head in my hands and you are mine.
Nothing brings me greater joy.
Heart full, I lean back again, a new leisure in my form but the gnawing need in your belly will not let up. My foot utterly still on your cock, you begin to shift ever so slightly under me, hoping I won’t notice, but too needy not to. You don’t see the small smirk on my face as I feel your infinitesimal movements.
You get bolder, rocking and pressing against my still foot until it’s clear in the movement of your form that you’re rolling your hips, pressing up against me. You’ve lost yourself entirely until you hear my voice.
“Good boy, show me what you want.”
You keen, desperate, debased, and completely unable to stop. Now that you know I know you lose all attempt to hide your wanton shame. You tip your hips up and press against the ball of my foot, rut, roll and flex.
“That’s so good,” I encourage you, curling and flexing my foot to help.
I hear a quiet chant of “Oh god, oh god, oh god” from your figure, rutting at my feet.
“Ah!” I remind you, “What does a sweet puppy say?”
The first noise comes from you as an almost inaudible huff.
“Mm?” I ask, pausing my ministrations.
The next is louder, a soft, timid woof.
“Yes, that’s it.”
You’re bolder, you need it. Your cock is throbbing and your head is spinning, and you let out your first true bark. My pup, at my feet.
“Such a good boy,” I gush.
And it’s as if a dam has broken, they fall from you, little huffs of air, woofs and barks as you work your cock against the sole of my foot faster and faster and I lean forward to coo encouragements in your ear. Until the moment I whisper:
“Whose are you?”
You come, howling - and it’s answer enough.
xx
Mishka
