What I am to you, Sir.. Spicy Audio Story by Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “What I am to you, Sir.” Dear My Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom Sir,….If you were here I would ravage you. I would want every inch of you inside me…

It has been a long time and I need you. My want deepens as I think of how far yet how close we are

Take me because I am yours…

My mind is always thinking about you, Sir. What fuck position shall we do tonight? What is on your mind? I will as you say as I love you….and desire you.

I’m on my back laying across the bed, my head hanging over the side, hands gripping your upper arms as you thrust into me with such force the bed threatens to fall off it’s frame.

“What are you?”, he growls into my ear.

“I’m Your good girl.”, I reply breathlessly as he continues to fuck me.

“And…?”

My mind races as I try to understand what he is asking from me. What else am I besides His good girl? I flashback to several nights ago and the words he wrote in red marker across my breasts…

“I’m Your bondage slut.”

“And…?”

Another and…? What is he looking for me to say? I try to bring to mind all the little nicknames he’s given me, but somehow I know that’s not what he’s looking for. It’s so hard to think with his cock buried in my cunt. He’s mind fucking me, playing with me like I am a toy for his amusement…

“I’m Your fucktoy.”

“And…?”

“I’m Your whore.” This comes unbidden out of my mouth, a product of my desire for him to use me for his pleasure, to fuck me at his leisure however he wants for as long as he wants.

“Good. Say it again.”

I’m Your good girl.

(oh god)

I’m Your bondage slut.

(please)

I’m Your fucktoy.

(yes)

I’m Your whore.

I come hard and he covers my mouth with his hand to silence my screams. He’s not finished though, not yet…

“Again.”

I’m Your good girl.

Blood is rushing to my head as it hangs off the side of the bed, further clouding my lust soaked mind. Everything is hazy. I’m awash in sensation, every nerve ending tingling, vibrating, begging him for more.

I’m Your bondage slut.

I’m not restrained or bound in any way, but I feel completely helpless beneath him. He exudes dominance and control. My body may be free of rope, but my mind and my soul are bound to him.

I’m Your fucktoy.

He’s fucking me faster now, but still just as hard. I can feel the climax building in myself, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge. I see the same build up happening in him. My hands are on my breasts, my fingers pinching and squeezing my nipples.

I’m Your whore.

I’m so close to orgasm, so dizzy from being upside down, so totally mind fucked that I can think of nothing except the feel of his cock as he slides against the walls of my pussy, all the way in as far as he can go. So deep I think he’s going to split me in two. I beg him for release.

“Come.”

And with a single word, I explode.

~good girl