The Keeping of a Goonette. [D/s][MDom][femsub][praise][bondage][edging][denial][HUML]

He steadied a plate of cut fruits and a glass of juice on his tray, as he walked towards the door. An apple and an orange, cut and skinned, along with a peeled banana; the fruit juice was coloured an orange hue, telling of carrot. The tray was balanced on his left hand, as he reached for the door handle with the right; turning, swinging it open as he took a step inside.

The smell of sweat, humidity, and the feeling of warmth in the room hit him immediately. And as he heard the sound of a feminine voice moaning, he smiled. Quickly stepping in, he shut the door behind him, as he began to walk towards a bed at the other end of the rather dark room, with a tripod erected beside it. His eyes set on the woman, laying reclined at its head.

She lay with her back against a pillow, against the headboard. Her hair was unkempt, splayed across her shoulders, and her eyes were fixated onto a large screen at the opposite end of the room; large headphones sat on her head, with a wire trailing off to the side, off the edge of the bed. There was a thick collar around her neck, with the metal adjustment loop locked in place with a small padlock; a metal chain, similarly locked onto a hoop at the side, ran behind her to where it was padlocked to a hook bolted onto the headboard. There seemed enough leeway for her to move her body a bit around the pillow, but not much beyond that.

Her body was bare, nude, and drenched with sweat; thick drops were visible all over her flushed skin, and trails of it ran down between her heaving breasts. Her nipples were perked, and one of her hands was flicking and rubbing them incessantly. It was cuffed at the wrist; a padlocked chain led to a leather belt that ran around her waist, restricting its movement. Another chain on other side led to another cuffed wrist; this hand was between her legs, where she was rubbing her cunt fervently, her hips rolling with the motions. Her bare legs were spread, thighs similarly drenched in sweat. The white sheets underneath her body were stained dark where her sweat had soaked in.

By her right thigh, on the bed, was a large mousepad with a mouse and keyboard on it. Their wires trailed off the bed towards the large screen.

He glanced at the screen, as he casually walked towards her. It showed a video of a naked woman bent over a sofa, her head held down by a man who stood behind her, as he spanked her ass with his bare hand; the searchbar showed signs of a recent search.

He set the tray down onto a side-table by the bed, and then turned to the tripod, checking the video camera set on top; the feed showed that it was still recording her, and still broadcasting to his computer.

“For your sake, I hope you didn’t come, puppy,” he mumbled to himself, as he made a note to check the footage later.

He turned away and reached for a small chair behind him; he placed it by the head of the bed. She didn’t seem to notice, or if she did, she didn’t care: her eyes were fixed onto the screen, and she kept masturbating ceaselessly.

As he sat down, he reached over towards her headset, and gently began lifting it off her ears; the sounds of moaning, flesh hitting flesh, and words like “harder please” and “whore” slipped out of the speakers. She was startled, her eyes darting to the side; her lips parted slightly without a word, and her hands kept moving, perhaps even faster now-

“Stop,” the man said, firmly, eyes boring into her.

Her hands flew off her nipples and pussy, the chains clanking with metallic tones; her palms settled swiftly onto her thighs. Shudders rocked her body, as if the sudden lack of touch had deprived her of so much. He saw her eyes narrow lightly, and watched her bite her lip.

He set the headphones down on the side-table, by the tray. He reached over with his hand, and cupped her breast; he felt his hand grow wet from the sweat on her skin. She shook at the touch, as he began to fondle her; his fingers pinched her nipple tightly, and she gave off a brief squeal.

“Present,” the man stated, his eyes eating her up.

She spread her legs wide, obediently; her thighs parted as far as they could, legs bending at the knees. His hand began moving down her body, slowly; he felt her chest heaving underneath it with her breathing. He passed his hand over the leather belt around her waist, and he tugged it tightly, making sure it was secure; he felt her breath catch as he did.

His hand slid lower along her body. He took a moment to rub his fingers over her mons: he felt how smooth she was, still hairless from when he’d shaved her crotch earlier. Then, slipping lower, he leaned his head in as his hand reached the sopping, mucked up mess that was her cunt.

He looked at it inquisitively. Thick, dripping blobs of feminine release dribbled out of it, and if the liquid stains on the sheets were bad elsewhere it was the worst here; a large black stain of her releases spread out underneath her crotch. He used two fingers to spread the folds of her pussy, and he felt her quiver as he spread her; thick tendrils of drippings arched between them as they parted, and her insides were pink and pulsating, leaking further.

His eyes darted up to look at her face: her eyes were now closed, head leaned back, mouth slightly open and panting. Satisfied with the sight, he angled his fingers and slipped two digits inside her; warmed up and moist as she was, they slipped in effortlessly to the knuckle: her gasp came out, followed by a low guttural moan. He flicked his fingers inside her, twice, upwards into her g-spot; her whimper and shake that followed, satisfied him.

She had to ask for permission to finger. Tonight he’d only permitted rubbing.

He slipped his fingers out slowly; she shook as they left her body. Turning to the table, he fished out a sanitary wipe from a pack in the corner, and cleaned his hand. Then, he reached for the glass of juice, lifting it up and bringing it towards her head.

“Juice, drink,” he said, his voice soft and tender.

Her eyes, turned towards him, a soft smile playing across her lips. She used her hands to lift herself slightly, the chains dangling as she did, into a sitting position; her head turned, and she moved towards the rim of the cup. Her lips landed demurely on the glass, her timid eyes looking up into his.

He smiled warmly; he gently tipped the cup, making sure it was at just the right angle. He saw her taking sips, saw her throat move with each swallow, and he brought his other hand underneath her chin to catch any drips; yet as he watched her drink, he couldn’t help but run his thick thumb across her cheek, affectionately.

“Good girl,” he cooed, his voice oozing genuine pleasure. The edges of her mouth seemed to lift, slightly upwards, as she looked at him.

He angled the glass away, and released it from her lips, returning it to the tray.

He picked up the apple and orange pieces, and began feeding them to her one by one. She accepted the pieces wordlessly, chewing them quietly, as he stroked and pet her face while she ate, or ran his hand through her hair.

He took his time, until all the apple and orange pieces were gone, and the glass of juice finished; he then took the banana, lifting it to her lips, as his smile turned a bit mischievous.

“You know what I want, baby,” he said, teasingly. “Put on a show for me.”

Her eyes darted away for a moment, her lips pursing between an embarrassed smile and a pout… then they opened, parted. The flush and heat on her face still betrayed her arousal, as she rolled out her tongue seductively, eagerly, as far as it would go.

He grinned as he brought the banana closer, and began rubbing it against her tongue. He waited until he got the intended result: until drool began running down her chin, dripping down her neck into the collar around it. Her eyes seemed to grow heavier as he played with her, the humiliation making her face flush further; he felt her breathing grow as well. He pushed the banana in some more, and her lips formed a practised seal around them, sucking on it gently; he slid it in and out of her mouth slowly, as he kept eye contact.

“That’s right,” he went on, sounding pleased. “That’s my girl.”

Her eyes shimmered. She gave a playful, seductive bob of her head down the length, pushing the banana in until her lips pressed against his fingers, eyes still on his; he grinned, pleased. He felt himself growing harder as well, as he watched her whorish movements. He pulled the banana out of her mouth until only a small part was left in.

“That’s enough, bite,” he stated, firmly; she obeyed immediately, taking a small bite and beginning to chew.

He fed her, piece by piece, until the whole thing was gone. He turned away again, taking out another sanitary wipe and cleaning his hand, before placing it on the tray.

His demeanour shifted, now that that part was done. He moved his knee onto the bed, shifting into it, as he wrapped one arm behind her back and pulled her in close; he cuddled up against her. His other hand cupped her breast, fondling it possessively, as his lips pressed into hers and he started to kiss her. She kissed him back, fervently; she moved her hands as much as they were allowed to, to touch him back over his pants.

His lips squeezed hers between his, before withdrawing as he bit her lip, her moans flooding out onto his mouth; his hand on her breasts ran down her sweat stained body until they passed between her legs.

He began rubbing her clit slowly, practised, methodically, with just his index finger. Relishing the helpless whimpering she gave out, he gently held her lower lip between his teeth. His teasing finger went on: slow, methodical, up and down, round and round her clit, the base of his index finger soaked in her juices. Slow, tender, making sure she stayed on the edge. He withdrew his lips from hers, bringing it to her ear as he held her close.

“Did you cum without permission, my little goonette,” his voice was grave all of a sudden, stern.

He shifted his fingers, and pinched her clit between his index finger and thumb, tightly. Her body shuddered from the pain, yet the gasp that turned into a moan betrayed the masochist it belonged to.

“No Sir, no, no,” she whimpered, her voice growing more shrill, more aroused and in pain all at once. Her hands were clenching and unclenching as she shook.

He read her voice for a moment; he can always check the footage to be sure, but he could tell she wasn’t lying. His fingers loosened, and his index finger began massaging her clit again; her shriller moans, slowly melting back into lower, needier ones.

“How many edges, puppy,” his voice returned to a gentler sombre, as he playfully kissed and nibbled her ear.

“Tw-twe-twenty three, S-Sir,” her voice broke, as his lips assailed her ear.

He knew all her weak spots. He’d shown her many that she never even knew she’d had.

His hand around her back, reached for her breast; cupping it, as his thumb began skilfully flicking her erect nipple. He breathed in the smell of her sweat, that he loved, as he bit her neck above his collar. His finger on her clit curved, joined with his middle finger, as he pushed them inside her again and began to finger her once more.

She was breaking; her voice caught in her throat, as her body started shaking. Finally it slipped out in constant, breathless moaning; her chest pressed into his hand around her breast, her hips rocked against his fingers, while her head leaned against his lips as they bit and marked her neck. No control left over herself.

“Who do you belong to,” he grunted, fiendishly; his tone gruff, possessed.

“You Sir, you,” she moaned out, eyes closed, panting. “I’m yours.”

He kept touching her. His fingers inside her pussy filling the room with the wet squelching noises of a hard fingering. He felt her grow close, he felt her tightening on his fingers-

He slipped his wet fingers out, spread his palm-

Smack.

And slapped her wet pussy, just on the brink of orgasm. The wet sound of flesh on flesh rang out in the room, along with her helpless, pleading moan. His fingers on her nipple tightened, pinched it tight.

Smack. Smack.

A few more wet slaps over her pussy followed, her body shuddering with each impact; she threw her head back again, eyes closed and lips wide open. Her hands flailed around however they could, the sound of them tugging on the chains adding to the sounds of sex, before instincts trained into her made her put away her hands at the side again.

He noticed, and he felt the pleasure of her obedience spread through him. He began to rub her pussy again: to soothe the poor, reddened, wet and denied flesh that he’d just slapped short of climax. He felt the creature underneath him whimper, her hips continuing to rock against him.

“Please, Sir, I- can- can I please cum, tonight,” he heard her voice, softly, meekly begging. He turned his head, lifting it up over her; she turned hers to look into his. Tears were streaking down the poor creature’s eyes, her face flushed red with arousal, eyes pleading into his as her lips quivered.

“Please, please,” she went on, now that she saw he was listening.

He thought about her eyes, the desire in them. He heard the begging.

He leaned down over her face, and pressed his lips tenderly into her forehead, lovingly, as he kissed it deeply. He drew back his lips.

“No,” he stated flatly, firmly.

Her body shook as if on reflex, as if he had just jolted her with electricity. He stopped rubbing her just in time, and he knew it had been close; he lifted his head up further, and looked back into her eyes-

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir,” she moaned out-

Her lips wide in a smile, her eyes narrowed, glowing; he smiled back at her.

He knew her.

He knew that this was a creature that craved discipline, denial; that wanted everything she wanted dangled out of reach, and kept there, under his lock and key. That ceaseless pleasure, never-ending, was what she craved most. The pixelated polychromatic slop of porn on the screen in front of her, the guttural noises of carnal pleasure blasted in her ears, and her own touch and libido confining her into edging away her senses...

All, under his power. The chains and cuffs weren’t even necessary, he knew that: he just loved how she looked in a collar. How he’d made her outside, reflect her inside.

He slowly got up off the bed. He knelt on the sheets, beside her, and he lowered the pants around his waist; his hard, erect cock slipped out, and he angled it towards her mouth. She darted at his dick so fast that the chain on her collar actually snagged at length, and for a moment she was left with her tongue out like a dog, inches from having the head of his cock in her mouth; he held it there for a moment, pleased, as he watched the pleading in her eyes, as he watched her wiggling her tongue in need at the end of a leash.

He pushed his hips forward, and gave her enough distance to gorge herself, and she did; her lips formed a wet sloppy seal immediately, and her head rocked in practised motions. He groaned and began to rock his hips, fucking her face; he felt her nose press against his crotch as she took the entire length. He felt the back of her throat, and heard the wet, messy sounds of saliva and drool being turned to froth in her mouth.

The minutes passed, and she did not relent, and neither did he; he felt the climax coming, felt his balls tightening. He pulled his cock out and angled it across her face, his hand stroking out the last few motions.

Her tongue lulled out, obediently, her eyes boring up into his as the first ropes of cum landed across her moist tongue, with drool and spit already bubbling down past her lip. He shifted his aim, covering both of her cheeks and part of her forehead, the large load depositing trails of sticky milky white all over her face. Her panting met the sound of him groaning, as the last few trails landed across her chest, the semen mixing with her sweat already.

His orgasm rocked through him, as he began to steady himself. She started softly licking the head of his cock, suckling the last drops of cum out of him.

He reached down on instinct with his hand, and rubbed his cum into her face; he smeared it across her cheek, her chin, her lips. Then, pooling some under his fingers, he pushed the wet mess into her mouth; her denied arousal-amplified mind closed her lips around his fingers immediately, and sucked up his spunk, all as she kept eye contact. He pulled out his fingers and then reached for another gob of cum along her chest, lifting it up… and then reaching down towards her pussy; he smacked it, wetly, against her cunt, forcing a whimper out of her. Then he rubbed the cum into her moist sex, as she lay back again; her legs spreading on instinct, her feet and toes shifting as his palm rubbed it into her, deep.

“Keep gooning,” he said, his composure returning; he reached for the headphones with his other hand – still quietly blasting the sounds of sex, porn and filth – and lifted it onto her head. “I’ll be back to wash you, and put you in your chastity belt for bed.”

His bound, cum-stained goonnete nodded obediently through lust-drunk eyes, as he put the headphones back on her; her eyes already starting to grow distant as the constant sounds of sex filled her head again. As he raised his hand from between her legs, her own hand was already darting back to take its place. She began to rub her cunt – and her sanity – away again.

Once the headphones were secure on her head, he gripped her chin, and turned her face up towards his; he brought his head close, and spit on her. Her eyes closed briefly in shock, then opened, moaning as her mouth parted and her signature lulled tongue emerged; balls of spit were mixing with his spunk, and dripping down her cheek and nose. The smell of her owner’s fluids now rank in every breath she took, with her face covered in him. Eyeing the lulled out tongue, he slowly spat one more thick blob of drool onto its center. As she swallowed it eagerly, he tenderly caressed her cheek.

He finally let go and turned away; he took another set of sanitary wipes, cleaning his hands and his cock. Redoing his pants and belt, he picked up the tray and the discarded wipes, before walking back towards the door.

He listened to the wet sounds behind him, the low moaning, as he opened the door again. Smiling, as he closed the door, and locked it behind him.