Please Sir

Ass Licking

An open letter from a submissive asking a Dom to take her under their wing. What would you do if I wrote this for you?

I’m sitting here, not daring to touch myself without permission but desperate to. My head runs through all the things I want you to do to me, trying to think of a way to write you the fantasy story you deserve. I delight in thinking up ways to serve you, and think about how you’ll respond, hoping you’ll enjoy it, that I’ll say just the right thing to arouse you as you read this.

I remember our first fuck, how we texted all day, describing in detail how I wanted you to lick my pussy, sucking my juices. Tasting my sweetness. How I wanted to feel you fill my empty and desperate pussy. For hours I waited to leave work, squirming in the knowledge of the filth I was texting you as strangers walked in and out of the shop. I remember walking home as fast as I could, my heart racing in anticipation. When I got home I washed and cleaned myself for you, putting on some lipstick just so you could smudge it, and greeted you at the door in heels and a tight lace dress.

I took my time picking that outfit. I’d bought it with you in mind. The lace hugged my sakarya escort then slim body and you would see my erect large nipples so easily through the fabric.

When you entered my room, you responded by shoving me against the wall, face first, with my back to you. Roughly grabbing my hips, rolling up the dress and without pause thrusting inside me. No foreplay needed, you rock solid cock and my pussy juice already dripping down my inner thigh. Then you fucking me hard. I was always dripping for you. Just for you. At the time I used to wipe it away, feeling embarrassed, now I want to show it off, embracing how hot you make me, and how wet I get when you are in control. Just the thought of you sent my head spinning.

I remember when I started to explore with you, hiding away in a hotel room. With no toys, only shampoo bottles and make up to use to pleasure myself. My hands shaking as I tried to process how I could enjoy such disgusting behaviour. Vulnerable, ashamed and yet enthralled by how you make me feel. How you knew what I wanted before I did.

I placed the laptop on the desk and a chair in front, I spread my legs wide to give you samsun escort full view as I filled my pussy with all the objects you asked me too. I was enthralled, the rush was amazing. My pussy juice dripped down my legs and onto the chair, I felt the sticky mess as I walked to the bathroom afterwards, washing the scent of my desperate pussy off of my ‘toys’. Playing with them, rolling them between my fingers, remembering the strange and exhilarating sensations they’d given me.

I remember laying in bed one night, desperate to cum but more desperate to hear your permission. It was the first time you made me cum over the phone. You text me because you were out, telling me to call you and cum, loudly so you could hear me. I was so nervous my stomach felt like butterflies. But it was enticing and I wanted to do what you asked of me. I called you and listened eagerly to your hushed voice and stroked myself at your command. I couldn’t help myself.

One night, I stuck my dildo to the wall, placed my phone underneath and pretended that you were fucking me doggy style, begging you, ‘Sir’ for your cock to cum. You let me cum, using my electric tooth brush as my urfa escort dildo, which I’d never done before. I set it to vibrate and felt it inside me. I thought of you when I looked at it each day. I have a new one now, it hasn’t been inside me yet.

While apart, I explored with other doms, learning about what I did and didn’t like. But none of them were you. You have this power over me I can’t escape, you bring me back in without even trying and my hunger for you remains unsaited.No matter how hard I try to stay away, I kept coming back to you, even if now it’s only to fantasise.

The above doesn’t compare to the thought of giving you full total control, of physically being your submissive. Of feeling your skin on mine. Of feeling your hand spank my ass, the deep thrilling satisfaction of tasting your cum, of being tied up and humiliated by you. Of displaying myself for your pleasure. Of having me as your dirty little secret. Of feeling your arms keep me safe as the orgasm fades and the thrill passes, being comforted and held as I explore this side of myself. Nurturing me.

So please make me yours. Control me, deny me, ruin me, humiliate me, punish me. Let me please you, taste your cum, give your passion a vent, real live flesh to tie up, fuck, stroke, tease, train and touch. Please Sir.

*EDIT NOTE: I wrote this for a specific Dom who is no longer in the picture, but I found it in my drafts and wanted to share my story*