Learning to Cum

Learning To Cum

 

Before I was Cum Girl, before I had a Master, before then I had never had an orgasm.

 

That is a lie.  I had many, but only those delivered by my own artful fingers.  I had never enjoyed an orgasm given to me by another.  I had come to believe that it was impossible, that perhaps only I could provide the caress that made my body sing.

 

Master refused to accept such a situation.  I was his Cum Girl and I was going to cum.  Master tried hard with his Cum Girl.  He fucked her in all her orifices, caressed her, stroked her, fingered her, licked her, tied her, beat her and gave her endless pleasure and pain.  Cum Girl was forever on the edge but never seemed to be able to loose herself to her pleasure.  Master prostrated himself before the altar of Cum Girl's pussy and eventually Cum Girl had the pleasure of her first orgasm.

 

I had hoped that I would now be released, that I would enter a new world where Cum Girl would forever cum.  That was not to be the case.  Sex became a tense affair with both Master and Cum Girl striving for orgasms that, when achieved, were hard fought for and on many occasions never arrived.  I became scared that Master, disappointed with his Cum Girl, would tire of this endless struggle and leave.  The more scared I was, the tenser I became and the more difficult it became to cum. Master tried harder and our disappointment grew when, once again, I failed to cum.

 

Then somehow, somewhere, something changed.

 

Being a submissive, choosing to be a submissive, just being submissive is not easy.  Accepting someone as your Master, accepting that you are owned by them, accepting their instructions is a hard thing to do.  Independent of my Master I am a hard working, feisty, responsible adult.  With my Master I am a submissive Cum Girl whose only purpose is to be a pleasure to her Master.  I love my Master and being his Cum Girl has made my life complete, but at times I have fought who I am and rebelled against Master's instructions. 

 

It was only once I truly accepted that I was Cum Girl, that Master was Master, that my life purpose was to be a pleasure to my Master; it was only when I accepted myself as collared submissive 664-807-035 that Cum Girl learnt how to cum.  The following Scenes describe my journey to truly becoming Cum Girl.

 

Scene 1: Spread

 

It is a warm spring evening.  I am naked except for my green satin kitten heels and a pair of barely black hold-ups.  Master has taken me outside to the courtyard at the rear of his house, my hands are behind my back, I am tied to a metal pole that protrudes from the boundary wall between Master's and the neighbouring house.  Yesterday I had my pussy waxed for the first time ever; I am very, very proud of how beautiful it looks and how smooth it is to the touch.  I am highly aroused as I have been tied for some time now and Master has been teasing my body till it has reached fever pitch.  Master is taking photos of me secured to the wall to display on my TSR registration.  The photos show me with head held high, proud to be tied and displayed for my Master, my body ready and eager to be used.

 

Master is in front of me; his hand in my hair pulling my head back; his mouth on mine; his tongue in my mouth; he's pulling on my nipples; fingernails rake across my stomach, rake alongside my inner thigh; nipples in mouth, tongued, bitten; fingers on my clitoris, flicking, stroking, driving me wild with desire; fingers in me, stroking, rotating, caressing me, fucking me; removed, thrust into my ever hungry mouth, pulled free, fucking me again.  I am soaked, panting, my body throbbing, vibrating, pulsating.  I love being tied, exposed, used, vulnerable yet safe.  I love being Master's Cum Girl there for his pleasure.  My orgasm is so nearly there; just one more caress of my breasts, one flick of Master's tongue across my nipples, one more stroke of his fingers over my clitoris, one more thrust of his fingers deep inside me; but it never seems to arrive.

 

"Master, I can't Master."  I sob the words.

 

Master looks down at my slender, petite, panting body.

 

"Yes you will Cum Girl.  Tonight you are going to cum till you collapse."

 

There is such authority in his voice, such certainty in his words that it must be.  I accept.  I accept him as my Master.  I accept myself as his Cum Girl.  I accept that I am going to cum till I collapse.

 

Master unties me from the pole and backs me up against a stone window ledge.  He instructs me to place my hands on the ledge to support myself.  He grabs hold of my right foot at the ankle and raises it till it can go no higher.  My foot is higher than my shoulder.  I am spread wider than I have ever been spread before.  My soaking wet pussy glistens eager, waiting in the moonlight.  I am more exposed and helpless than if Master had tied me with a hundred ropes.  I am as finely balanced as Pisa's tower, any attempt to move and I will topple over.

 

Master's fingers are in me.  It is different.  They go deeper.  Thrust faster.  Pulses of pleasure shoot out from my pussy walls, rippling across my body, enveloping my brain.  Every part of me is tingling.  Every part of me can feel Master's fingers as they travel the length of my pussy.  Every part of me feels every thrust.  My thighs are shaking.  My arms vibrate.  My breasts heave.  I am panting unable to get enough air.  My head is full of light; it is imploding, being enveloped in darkness.  Then I have the thought:

 

"Please Master may I cum?"

 

The darkness fills my head.  Everything stops.  Everything is darkness.  Then from a tiny pinprick the light explodes.  I explode.  My body explodes.  My orgasm, so long held back, explodes through me, it is omnipresent, it has no start point, no end point, my whole body is cuming for my Master.  It is like nothing before.  Every nerve ending, every cell, every atom of my being is cuming as wave after wave of pleasure envelops me.

 

It feels like it lasts for ever.  I am transfixed.  A shuddering, vibrating, quaking Cum Girl.

 

Master removes his fingers and still I cum, smaller orgasms now; aftershocks.  I am floating on endless waves of pleasure.

 

Master holds his hand up in front of my face.  I bring it into focus, it is soaked. Absolutely, completely and utterly drenched; cum juice is dripping from his fingers, his hand is covered, the whole length of his arm to the elbow glistens with my cum.  Master holds his hand to my mouth and I start to clean it, but it is too difficult, I am still cuming, my pussy is clenching wildly, waves of pleasure are shaking my body, I am panting and dribbling saliva all over Master's hand.  If anything I am making Master's hand even wetter as my saliva mixes with my cum to make a glorious, aromatic, liquid mess.

 

Master pulls his hand away, looks me in the eyes.  I smile weakly, can manage little else, then his fingers are in me again and the shockwaves intensify.

 

I cannot find the words to explain how amazing it feels being finger fucked by Master.  I cum without stopping.  I cum continuously and behind these orgasms I can feel something else growing inside me, something trapped in my stomach, something vast, something that will tear me apart.  I am holding onto the ledge as if my life depends on it, my knuckles white, my teeth clenched so hard that my jaw aches, I have lost control of my stomach muscles which are clenching and unclenching so violently that they are painful for days afterwards, my left leg is shaking uncontrollably, I feel as though I'll collapse.

 

It arrives.  My orgasm arrives.

 

Master, feeling me start to cum pulls his fingers out.

 

I ejaculate.  I can think of no other word to describe it.  I cum as Master cums.  Jets of cum juice explode out of my pussy.  Everything beneath my pussy is soaked; my thigh, my calf, my foot, Master's jeans, Master's shoes.  There is a pool of cum juice two foot in diameter beneath me on the concrete slab.  I cum and cum and cum.

 

Master brings me to orgasm twice more standing with my leg above my shoulder.  Two more times I ejaculate cum juice soaking Master, the floor and myself.  The aftershock orgasms are continuous.

 

It might have gone on all night but as the fourth orgasm floods out of me my ankle gives way and I collapse.  Master catches hold of me, lifts me up, carries my still cuming, twitching body upstairs, removes my soaking hold ups and stained shoes, puts me into bed, undresses himself, gets into bed and fucks me till we are nothing but a panting, soaking, mound of flesh.  I cum as he fucks me.  I start cuming the moment he enters me and cum continuously till he ejaculates deep inside me (and for some time afterwards if the truth be told).

 

As our breathing returns to normal, Master props himself up on one elbow and looks down at me, a knowing smile played about his mouth.

 

"So, did you cum, Cum Girl?"

 

"Yes Master."

 

"Thank you Master."

 

 

Scene 2 – The Butt Plug

 

It is Friday night and I arrive at Master’s house at 7.00pm as instructed.  My hair is straightened, my nails manicured and polished, my make up fixed, my skirt is above the knee, my heels high and my halter-neck top provides easy access for Master to inspect my breasts.  I could be any young woman ready to head out into town to begin the weekend.  I am not; I am Cum Girl coming to spend the weekend at her Master’s.

 

I have a box.  A box I have collected from the post office.  A box I have been instructed not to open.  Master greets me at the door.  His arms envelop me and I melt into his body.  His hands are in my hair, pulling my head backwards offering my mouth up to him, his lips find mine, our mouths part and we fill each other with our tongues.  I strain upwards on tiptoe to suck him deep within me, my bag and the box I have been instructed to bring fall to the floor.  Time stands still as we lose ourselves in each other in the open doorway. 

 

We part, breathing heavily, and Master instructs Cum Girl to place the box in front of the fireplace in the front room.  We have coffee, we smoke, we chat, I take my bag to Master’s bedroom.  Master is in the front room sat on the sofa and I return to him once my bag is unpacked.  I enter the room walk to the middle of the rug and kneel, head bowed, to await further instruction. 

 

Curiosity killed the cat and if I was a cat now I would be very dead indeed.  The box sits three feet away to my right but Master does not mention it and we chat about this and that.  I know there are gifts in that box.  I know there is excitement in that box.  I know that whatever Master has planned for this evening is contained in that box.  I also know that I am Cum Girl and the box will only be opened when Master wishes it opened.

 

Time passes.  It is pleasant.  There is wine and cigarettes.  There is Master and Cum Girl.  There is joking and laughter.  There is love and affection.  There is a box sat in the fireplace and still Master has not instructed me to open it. 

 

“Master.”

 

“Yes Cum Girl.”

 

“May I ask what is in the box Master?”

 

“I wondered how long you could wait Cum Girl.”

 

“I can wait no longer Master.  Please may I see what is in the box Master?”

 

“You may Cum Girl.”

 

Burning as I am with curiosity I still take my time.  I pick up the box and place it in front of where I am kneeling on the rug.  I go to the kitchen to get a knife to cut the seals.  I return and inspect the box.  I cut the seals one by one until the box is ready to be opened.  I look at Master sat on the sofa. 

 

“May I open the box now Master?”

 

“You may Cum Girl.”

 

The box contains toys; a variety of toys for Cum Girl’s pleasure.  I take them out one by one, inspect them in their packaging and place them on the rug in front of me.  Once the box is empty I look to Master for further instruction. 

 

“You will choose one item Cum Girl, one item with which you wish to be pleasured tonight.”

 

It is a hard choice but eventually I settle on an evil looking Butt Plug that looks way too big for Cum Girl’s petite frame. I place it to one side and return the other items to the box.  I close the box and return it to the fireplace.

 

“You will need a chair, Cum Girl.  Go to the dining room and fetch one of the straight backed, unpadded, wooden ones.”

 

I complete the instruction, return; place the chair where I had been kneeling.

 

“I do not wish you there Cum Girl.  I wish for you to be seated in front of me.”

 

I move the chair so that I am facing Master and return to my knees.

 

“Pass me the Butt Plug, Cum Girl”

 

I hand it to Master who removes it from its packaging and places it in the middle of the chair in front of him.  He takes out a tube of KY Jelly from his pocket & hands it to me.

 

“You may wish to use this Cum Girl.”

 

“Yes Master, thank you Master.”

 

I need no further instruction.  I squeeze a small amount of lubricant onto the tip of the Butt Plug and massage it sensually over its surface.  I take my time.  I caress it as if it was Master's cock, tips of fingers first then gradually increasing the pressure and contact with my hands.  It feels cold, clammy and so unlike Master's warm smooth cock.  I feel my sphincter tense.

 

"That will be sufficient Cum Girl.  You may mount it now."

 

"Yes Master, thank you Master."

 

I stand up, turn and face Master, spread my legs to the width of the chair legs, placing my hands behind me (one on the base of the Butt Plug, the other on the chair seat) I start to lower myself till I feel the tip of the Butt Plug against my pussy.  I feel a smile play across my lips at the temptation of just sinking straight down onto it and letting it fill my soaking wetness.  I hold myself still, raise my head, Master is watching me.

 

"Cum Girl."

 

There is knowledge and threat in that tone.  Master knows his Cum Girl too well, knows exactly where the Butt Plug is and knows what is passing through Cum Girl's mind.  I raise myself slightly, reposition myself, lower myself and this time my anus finds the lightly lubricated tip of the Butt Plug.  I am excited, nervous, worried.  I am eager to be filled; eager to meet Master's expectations, but will it fit?  It looked too big, too wide, it will stretch Cum Girl and it will cause her pain.

 

A trickle of moisture escapes my pussy.  I take a deep breath and start to lower myself.  It's going in easily.  I exhale, relax, enjoy the feeling of the black rubber sliding into me, stretching me, ever deeper, ever wider, but it never seems to end, I can't seem to get it all in.  My pussy is spasming with the pleasure of it, my arse is clenching with the pain.

 

I'm panting now, awkwardly positioned with my arse half raised off the chair, supporting myself on my hands, trying to keep my weight off the intrusion in my arsehole.  I look at Master, pleading.

 

"Yes Cum Girl?"

 

"It's too big Master."

 

"It's Cum Girl sized, Cum Girl."

 

"Yes Master."

 

"Sit now Cum Girl."

 

I've been instructed.  Master has instructed me.  I will complete his instruction.  With one movement I remove my hand from the chair and push my arse straight down.  Pain shoots through me, I can feel the base spreading my arse cheeks, my soaking pussy hits the chair seat with a wet slap.

 

I'm impaled.  My sphincter clenches hard around the narrow stem, the bulb spreads me wide and the length fills me.  All along the length of the plug my arse is spasming wildly.  The length of my anal canal is screaming with pain but my pussy is pulsing with pleasure.

 

I cum!

 

There is no warning, no build up.  I fill myself with the Butt Plug, I feel pain, I feel pleasure, I cum; and once I've started I can't stop.

 

I bring my head up.  Master is watching me intently.  Another wave of pleasure washes through me.  What a sight I must be.  I'm breathing heavily, my face will be bright red and I can feel my chest heaving and my body shaking.  I’m Master's Cum Girl prettily impaled on her Butt Plug.

 

Master starts to talk, starts to chat, is telling me about the online DVD rental site he has joined, telling me about Muhammad Ali and George Foreman, The Rumble in the Jungle, Joe Frasier, The Thriller in Manila, The Arctic Monkey's, Kasabian, Dirty Pretty Things, The Guillemots, England vs. West Indies, Owen Hargreaves and Manchester United.

 

I love Master's voice.  When he talks I go to a different place; the world is safe, the sun shines and I’m snuggled down warm and comfy in my bed.  I'm hugged by his voice, held close, caressed, petted, loved.  I sit wriggling on my Butt Plug, there is no pain anymore, my arse is alive; shuddering, clenching and my nerve ends vibrating with pleasure.  My arse is cuming, my pussy is cuming and my head is awash with words and cum.

 

I am cuming because of the Butt Plug in my arse.  I am coming because of Master's voice in my head.  I am cuming because I am Cum Girl.  I am cuming because I am with my Master.  I am cuming because I love my Master and my Master loves me.

 

20 minutes I sit wriggling, panting, cuming as Master chats.  I'm shaking, sweaty, soaking, exhausted, I can't go on any longer.  Master's voice stops.  I feel his fingers under my chin.  I have sagged in my seat, I sit upright, straight back, head held high and then Master's voice is in my ear.

 

"Lean back Cum Girl."

 

"Spread your legs wide."

 

"Arse at the front of the seat."

 

I hurry to comply.  As I shuffle my arse across the seat the Butt Plug seems to embed itself yet deeper into me.  A slap on the inside of my right thigh has me spread myself wider still, a hand on my throat pushes my head further back and holds it there.  Master's hand tightens round my throat, starts to squeeze, my head is spinning, my vision blurred.  Master puts his fingers into my throbbing pussy, withdraws them, I hear him suck on them.

 

"You are very wet Cum Girl."

 

Breathing is difficult, I'm gulping for air.

 

"Have you cum, Cum Girl?"

 

I wheeze a "Yes Master."

 

"Have you asked for permission to cum, Cum Girl?"

.

"No Master.  Sorry Master".  The words escape my lips as tiny puffs of air, barely intelligible.

 

"We will try again Cum Girl and this time you will ask for permission."

 

Master's fingers enter me, instantly my pussy is contracting wildly, juices flowing, pulses of pleasure everywhere.  He caresses me inside, strokes every part of my twitching pussy and beneath his hands I shudder and gasp for breath.  Master loosens his grip on my throat but continues to hold me in position.  I suck in air.

 

"You came again Cum Girl.  You didn't ask for permission."

 

Between breathes I squeeze out a ragged "Sorry Master."

 

As soon as the words escape my mouth, Master's fingers start to fuck me.  I respond immediately."

 

"Please may I cum Master?"

 

"Please may I cum Master?"

 

"Please may I cum Master?"

 

My tongue feels thick in my mouth.  I find it difficult to form the words.  I am cuming with every thrust of Master's fingers.

 

"Louder Cum Girl."

 

"Please may I cum Master?"

 

"Please may I cum Master?"

 

"Please may I cum Master?"

 

Master rotates his fingers, fucking me the other way, rubbing his fingers along the length of my Butt Plug.  My arse explodes with fresh sensation.

 

"Please may I cum Master?"

 

"Please may I cum Master?"

 

I'm shouting now.  Master, sensing my need, increases the tempo, his fingers piston in and out of me.  I can't breath, I can't talk, I can't ask for permission.  Orgasm after orgasm is flooding through me and their intensity is growing.  I shake, vibrate, shudder and then, like the eye of the storm; I am suddenly still, tense, waiting, expectant.

 

"Please may I cum Master?"

 

"You may cum, Cum Girl."

 

I explode.

 

 

Scene 3 - Cumming On Command

 

"You came, Cum Girl."

 

"Yes Master."

 

"More than once, Cum Girl?"

 

"Yes Master, I came continually from the moment you entered me, I have only just stopped cuming."

 

Cum Girl is embarrassed, her face reddens, is uncertain as to whether her behaviour is acceptable, is amazed by her recently discovered ability to orgasm but as always feels uncomfortable discussing sex with Master.

 

"You didn't ask for permission to cum, Cum Girl."

 

"Sorry Master, but it is so difficult.  Whenever Cum Girl is with her Master she is always ready to cum and once Master enters her she cums instantly and keeps cuming till Master finishes using her.

 

"So do you think you could cum in other ways besides Master fucking you or caressing your clit?"

 

"I think so Master."

 

"Yes or no Cum Girl?"

 

"Yes Master."

 

"Could you cum from Master sucking and teasing your nipples?"

 

"Yes Master."

 

"Could you cum from sucking Master's cock?"

 

"Yes Master."

 

"Or tonguing his arse?"

 

"Yes Master."

 

"Or from being spanked and cropped?"

 

"Spanked, yes.  Cropped, no Master."

 

"Or from sucking on Master's fingers?"

 

"Yes Master."

 

"Or from Master instructing you to cum?"

 

"I would like to think so Master."

 

"Yes or no Cum Girl?"

 

"Yes Master.  I hope so Master."

 

 

Later that week.  An MSN conversation.

 

"Master, Cum Girl has been reading about 'Orgasm Control' and 'Cumming on Command' on the TSR discussion boards."

 

"And what have you discovered, Cum Girl?"

 

"Some postees thought that it was a myth, but that most subs and slaves claim to be able to do it as it is a 'better than you' status symbol of subdom.  Other postees said they could do it and described how they came for their Masters."

 

"Which do you believe, Cum Girl?"

 

"I believe that some of the postees were able to cum on command.  One slave wrote that her Master requires her to control her orgasm whilst he counts down from 10.  She said that she often is unable to last beyond 5.  Cum Girl had to stop reading at that point as she was very wet imagining Master counting her down to orgasm."

 

A pause

 

"Cum Girl is very wet now and wishes she was with her Master."

 

"Do you wish for permission to masturbate, Cum Girl?"

 

"No Master.  Cum Girl is not satisfied with her own fingers anymore.  She wishes to feel her Master inside her and will wait till that can be."

 

"Master will spend this weekend with Cum Girl.  She will be satisfied then and we shall see whether she can cum on command."

 

"Thank you Master."

 

 

It is late Friday night.  Master and Cum Girl have retired to the bedroom.  Earlier in the evening Master had tied rope to the four corners of Cum Girl's bed and now he starts to secure her.  He starts with her left wrist.  The rope is pulled tight cutting of Cum Girl's circulation, soon her fingers will tingle and her hand will start to turn purple.  Master pulls the rope tense making sure Cum Girl's arm is fully straightened, stretched.  Before moving over to her right wrist he straddles her, looks down at her lying submissive, compliant beneath him.

 

"I am going to spread you Cum Girl wider than you've been spread before.  I'm going to stretch your limbs till they ache and you beg for them to be released.  Do you understand Cum Girl?"

 

"Yes Master."

 

Master binds me hand and foot.  I am stretched just as Master has promised.  My limbs start to ache straight away, the rope cuts into my ankles and wrists; I know it won't be long before I am begging for them to be released.  Master lies next to me, places his hand on my stomach and looks into my eyes.

 

"I'm going to put my fingers in you Cum Girl.  I'm going to finger fuck you.  You are not going to cum until I give you permission.  Is that clear?"

 

Oh my God!  I can't wait, I want to cum now.  I can already feel my pussy spasming, dribbling, just at the thought of Master's fingers inside me.

 

"Yes Master."

 

Master caresses the length of my pussy with his finger tips feeling my wetness, my excitement, my need.  He strokes my clitoris; my body arches upwards, strains against its bonds.  I can feel my orgasm there but I hold onto it refusing to allow it release.

 

"Well done Cum Girl."

 

"Thank you Master.  Please may I cum Master," panting.

 

"Not yet Cum Girl."

 

Master puts two fingers into me.  Gentle, slow strokes.  I writhe beneath him.

 

"Hold it Cum Girl."

 

I am Master.  I'm holding it for you.  I can feel it.  It's there Master.  It needs release Master. Please let me cum Master.  Please let me cum Master.

 

"Cum, Cum Girl."

 

I release, my orgasm floods me.

 

"Well done Cum Girl, shall we try again?"

 

"Yes Master."

 

Master starts to stroke his fingers into me.  I count in my head this time.  Count six strokes before Master releases me and I cum, back arched, heels digging into the bedding, pelvis bucking, pussy on fire.  As my orgasm subsides I slump back into the bedding, I suck in air greedily and sweat bursts through my skin, gathers on my top lip, between my breasts, around my neck.  Master has left his fingers in me and it is all I can do to prevent myself from squeezing myself around them so that I cum again.

 

"That was better Cum Girl, you held on well."

 

"Thank you Master."

 

Master's fingers start to stroke me again.  I concentrate, focus my will.  My world is narrowed, there's nothing but Master's fingers, my pussy, my orgasm, Master's voice.  I don't count this time, Master knows when to release his Cum Girl.  I wait; I hold on, an eternity passes as I wait for Master's words...

 

"Cum, Cum Girl."

 

Eventually my orgasm recedes, my body ceases to buck in its bonds, my breathing quietens, my heartbeat slows; my wrists scream in agony.

 

"Please Master can you loosen my wrists?"

 

"Why Cum Girl?"

 

"They hurt Master.  They really, really hurt Master."

 

"Just your wrists Cum Girl?"

 

"Yes Master.  Please Master, please will you loosen them Master."

 

"But you look so pretty spread like that Cum Girl."

 

"Please Master; could you just loosen them a little, it's too much Master.

 

"Your hands are quite blue Cum Girl. A little then."

 

Master goes to each wrist, loosens the rope, I sigh, relieved.  I'm still spread, still stretched, my arms ache and my wrists burn but it is bearable now.  Master lies back next to me.

 

"Shall we try counting now Cum Girl?"

 

I mumble "Yes Master."  I’m excited, nervous, exhilarated.  I won't be able to do it but I can't wait to try for Master.  The whole idea of being counted down to an orgasm is just too silly.  An orgasm is a natural event, you reach a point and your body says I must cum, I will cum; it is not something that you can count down.  But, if I could, if I could cum for Master, cum as he requires, cum as the word zero leaves his mouth, it would be unbelievable.  I really would be Master's Cum Girl then.

 

"Ten."

 

"Nine."

 

Master is slow counting, maybe two seconds for each number of the count.  His fingers are moving gently in and out of me in time with the count.

 

"Eight."

 

His fingers move out in the pause and fill me on the count.  Master's head is against mine, his mouth pressed close, the number little more than an exhalation of breath in my ear.

 

"Seven."

 

Oh my God, I want to cum, I want to cum, I want to cum.  Please Master may I cum.  I need to cum for you Master.  I can't wait Master.  Please may I cum Master.

 

"Six."

 

Now Master, I need to cum now Master.  Can't you feel my need?  Can't you feel my body eager, writhing beneath you?

 

"Five."

 

I'm holding it for you Master.  Please Master count quickly.  I'm quivering Master.  My pussy is liquid Master.  My pussy needs to cum Master.

 

"Four."

 

I can't make it.  It's too many numbers Master.  It's better if we stop now, if I just cum now and then we know that Cum Girl can't do this.

 

"Three."

 

I can do this.  I will do this for Master.  3, 2 & 1 and I will cum for you Master just as you wish.  Keep counting Master, Cum Girl will cum for you.

 

"Two."

 

Breathe Cum Girl.  Remember to breathe.  Master has no use for a dead Cum Girl.  But I can't, I can't breathe, my body doesn't respond, it's not Cum Girl's body anymore.  Cum Girl belongs to Master.  Master owns Cum Girl.

 

"One."

 

Pussy, pleasure, owned, Master, Cum Girl, control, dominance, submission, orgasm, cum, pleasure, Cum Girl, owned, Master, Master, Master, Master, Master, Master, Master.

 

"Zero."

 

My orgasm rips through my body.  Cum Girl had held it and held it for Master.  Now that she had permission to cum she was going to cum till her body spent and exhausted could cum no more.  My body is tension; wrists and ankles pulling hard against their bonds, arm and leg muscles rigid, head thrown back trying to bury itself into the bedding, torso quivering.  My pussy thrusts hard against Master's fingers desperate to have them buried in me, desperate to have them fill my entirety.  The spasms, the pulses, the tingles of pleasure merge inside me, merge into one.  I am sensation, I am pleasure, I am liquid, I am Cum Girl.  I am orgasming uncontrollably, my pussy is on fire, cum juice is soaking Master's fingers, cum juice is soaking Cum Girl's arse and flowing down her thighs.  I have lost control of my pelvis which is bucking wildly.  My head explodes, light and dark, flashbulbs and stars.  My lungs are empty gasping desperately for air.  I am Cum Girl.  I am pleasure.  I am Master's.

 

Once it was over, once my body was still, once my orgasm no longer shook me, Master said "Ten" and we start again.  I lie on my bed, bound and spread, with Master counting down from ten to zero for the next two hours and every time he reaches zero I cum for my Master.  He finger fucks me and I cum on zero.  He leaves his fingers in me still and unmoving and I cum on zero.  He puts his fingers in my mouth, sticky with my cum, I suck on them and I cum on zero.  He holds me by the neck, squeezes the air out of me and I cum on zero.  He places his hand on my stomach, feels me tremble beneath him and I cum on zero.  He lies still beside me, whispering in my ear and I cum on zero.  He takes my nipples in his mouth, sucks and licks them whilst I count for him and I cum on zero.  He unties my feet, spreads me wide and fucks me and I cum on zero.  He fucks me slowly, sensually and I cum on zero.  He fucks me hard and fast and I cum on zero.  Until finally, with one last thrust deep inside Cum Girl's beautiful, amazing, wonderful pussy, Master and Cum Girl cum in unison on zero.

 

Afterwards

 

That was last Friday and Cum Girl had an unbelievable weekend cuming for Master.  When the alarm buzzed for work on Monday morning Cum Girl was barely able to move her exhausted body but Master still counted her down to orgasm four more times before she was allowed to leave the bed.  At work all she could think about was Master and how she wanted to be owned by him always and forever; so she texted the following message:

 

Master Cum Girl has many reminders of her time spent writhing beneath Master's fingers and is spending her morning daydreaming.  Cum Girl has decided she wants to be a kept slave so she can concentrate on her Master 24/7. Xxx

 

Master has told Cum Girl that they will discuss the different expectations he would have if she were to become his slave.  Cum Girl does so hope Master says yes; Master owns Cum Girl body and spirit already and she wishes for him to own her completely.