On Plugging: Setup and Context
How I use orgasm to clear his system and place his obedience to butt plug himself for me. He receives my instruction without confusion or buildup.
How he feels me deeply.
I’m dressed waist down.
Dark blue chinos.
Dark red pumps.
Sitting, cupping my breast.
I call him to me.
“Show me.”
“Stroke, but don’t come.”
I cradle and massage my breasts.
“Keep stroking.
Look at me.
Listen carefully.
Kneel.
Edge hard, but don’t come.
When I say, you come for me.
In my lap.”
I know he’s confused.
He’s looking at me.
Looking at me holding my breasts.
Looking at my chinos and pumps, edging.
On his knees, he sees my chest.
But he knows: that’s not where he lands.
“Now. In my lap.”
He rises.
He inhales.
He comes.
He collapses.
His head on my chest.
I stay silent.
I don’t rush.
I hold him.
On his knees.
Softly:
“I wish you could come on me, all day, every day.
I worship you, because you belong to me.
I will display your semen on my pants today.
I will not hide your mark.
You are admired.
You are cherished.”
“This week, you will go to bed early.
I will handle the household.”
“Tonight, you’ll find a present in your bedside drawer.
Study.
Practice.
Share with me.”
