Don't tease him if you can't take it [MDom] [femsub] [kneeling] [foot worship] [bondage] [light SM] [choking] [blowjob]

"Please, Master, play with me."

You look up from your phone at my words, smirk, and go back to scrolling without acknowledging my request.

So I come closer and try again. "Daddy, I need you." I trail my hands down my breasts, caressing my nipples through the thin cotton shirt.

"Kitten, back to work," you reply, not even looking up from the phone. I turn to look at the half folded basket of laundry and huff. You're lying on our bed, air drying from your shower. Seeing you naked has stirred me up and I'm not content to do housework at the moment.

So I lean forward against the bed and start grinding my hips into it. A soft moan escapes my lips. That gets your attention. You look straight at me and threaten, "What makes you think you deserve to be played with?"

A shiver runs down my spine. I know that voice. But I'm too horny to stop now. Instead of replying verbally, I back up a step and slip a hand into my panties, teasing myself carefully since I'm not fully wet yet. A gasp escapes me and my back arches, nearly costing me my balance.

"That's it. Kneel, slut."

My knees hit the floor almost before I process the words. My hand is out of my panties. I'm gasping for air and staring at you open mouthed with hunger. Or maybe thirst.

I wait there on the floor perfectly still as you put the phone down agonizingly slowly, get off your side of the bed, circle it and walk towards me from behind. Your hand grabs a fistful of my hair. A tremor of anticipation rocks my body and for a second your hand in my hair is all that's holding me up. The pain is exquisite.

You release my hair and come in front to sit on my side of the bed. My eyes don't leave your face.

"Bow to me"

I bite my lip, savoring the command a moment before leaning forward til my hands are stretched out in front of me and my forehead touches the floor.

Moments tick by. Agonizing moments. Beautiful moments. The heady feeling of submission and utter obedience has me in its thrall.

Then I feel you shift in front of me, and a weight comes down on my neck. Your foot. You press my forehead down further til I feel the texture of the carpet against my face.

"That's better. Good girl." I gasp and feel a trickle between my legs.

Your foot comes off my neck, to nudge my chin gently. I raise my head slightly. "Prove to me you deserve my attention." Your toes brush my lips and I begin to kiss. Another "Good girl" coaxes me tentatively out of the bow, still leaning over your foot. I continue to kiss my way up your foot slowly. When I reach your ankle, you command, "Open."

I sit up obediently, ready for your cock. You lean forward, grabbing a fistful of hair to drag me back to your feet. "Suck them." Your toes wiggle expectantly.

I huff out an annoyed breath.

"Come on, Kitten. Prove your devotion to me and I will reward you."

I grimace even though you can't see my face. And then gently suck your toes one by one, just for a moment.

"That's better. Look at you, groveling at my feet. You'll do anything to serve your Master. Such a dirty girl, sucking on my toes. Does it turn you on? Doing something so disgusting, so depraved just because I ask it?"

Your words have an effect on me and I feel wetness gush between my legs. I go back to suck your big toe again and you let out a moan.

"Admit it," you growl huskily.

"It turns me on," I admit, giving one last kiss to your foot before sitting up.

"What does?" you prompt.

My cheeks burn. "Suck-" My face crumples in embarrassment. I try again. "Sucking your toes," I gasp in a rush.

"Good girl," you say gently. "I'm so proud of you." You stroke my cheek gently and I lean into your touch but your hand has already left. I whimper.

Your voice turns strict again. "Bring me your restraints."

Half eager, half nerves, I rush to my feet to fetch the leather cuffs. As you chain them to the headrest, you demand, "Shirt. Off. Now."

I slither out of my T-shirt, shivering in just my soaking panties. Your hands quickly warm me up as you toss me onto the bed, pinning my hands above my head and locking each wrist carefully into its cuff, and caressing my body so sweetly up and down my arms. You trail kisses down my neck and your hand scratches lightly up my thigh. I spread my legs wider for easier access, and you oblige by rubbing a finger up my center through the underwear and I nearly cum just from that.

"Kitten? Kitten, look at me." I do, gasping and squirming and bucking my hips. My hands pull against the cuffs.

"This is going to hurt. Remember your safeword if you need it. But otherwise you're going to be good for me. Right?" I nod, too lost in arousal to say anything. "Good girl," you murmur and I feel myself melt into a puddle.

One hand goes to pull my hair and I hiss in pain and pleasure. The other hand scratches up and down my side roughly and I squeal playfully. Then your fingers find their way to my nipples and I tense. I'm too sensitive there, and you know it. Pain sparks through me as you pinch down.

"No," I blurt in protest.

In a flash, your hands are around my neck, squeezing til I can just barely breathe. "You don't get to say no to me," you growl. You tighten your grip til I see stars. "Whose are you?" You release the pressure enough for me to speak, your hand still tight around my throat.

"Yours."

You nod and release my throat, then ask again. "Whose are you?"

I writhe against my restraints. "Master's"

"Yes, Slave. Whose are you?"

"Daddy's"

You smirk and trace a finger down my cheek. "Good girl. Whose are you?"

I struggle to think, knowing you're searching for a specific word or phrase. My mind is muddled, my body a horny mess. I flash back to the bow, the foot worship.

"My god's"

With a guttural moan, you bite my shoulder, hair pulling almost more than I can stand. You lift a leg over me to straddle me and I feel your need pressing against my core. I thrust my hips upward to press deeper into it.

Your hands return to my nipples. I close my eyes and brace myself for pain before it explodes through me. "Good girl, good girl. You can handle this. Do it for me, Kitten." A scream builds in my throat and I try to bite it down, a keening noise reverberating through my head. The pain is so intense it takes me a moment to process when it ends. I quiet into a whimper. "One of these days we need to get nipple clamps for you," you whisper in my ear. Despite myself, my back arches hard enough it leaves the bed. I gasp and you take the opportunity to shove two fingers in my mouth. "Suck."

I do, eagerly. Your other hand pinches a nipple again, but softer. Just a reminder of the pain. Your hand leaves my greedy mouth as you adjust your position to lie against my left side. Fingers returning to my mouth, I return to sucking and licking and bobbing my head as if it was a miniature version of your cock.

Your hand finds my pussy, pressing your palm against the front of my underwear. "So wet for me. Are you a needy little whore?" I moan an affirmative around your fingers. "Such a dirty girl, getting turned on like this. I've barely touched you. Such a slut, getting turned on by toes and pain." Your hand snakes up to pinch a nipple again and I accidentally bite down on your fingers. You chuckle, releasing my nipple and withdrawing your bitten hand and reaching it towards my cunt. You push my panties aside to reach your fingers inside me. "Such a naughty, naughty whore." The hand returns to my face, coated with my juices. I don't open my mouth even though I know what you want. I hate my own taste.

"Funny you think you have a choice. You know what you need to do."

My back arches violently again, and my mouth opens involuntarily into a gasp. In go your fingers. My mouth waters around the unwelcome taste but I suck and lick your fingers clean. "Good girl," you purr close to my ear. "Such a good kitten, willing to do anything for her Master. Her god. Perhaps I shall reward you."

I lose sight of everything else and zone in on your cock as it approaches my face. I kiss the tip before licking and moan at the taste of precum. Eagerly I lean forward to take you into my mouth, warm and wet and tight around your cock. I draw my head back against the pillow and forward again, taking you as deep as I can go.

You groan in pleasure. "Yes, yes just like that, baby, keep going."

I moan at your voice, releasing your cock enough to plead, "I'm a greedy little bitch and need your cum." Then I wrap my lips around you again, drooling a little. I bob my head, lips tight around your glorious cock, in and out, faster and faster, tighter and tighter, slobbering and moaning, oblivious to anything but the desire for you to cum. When you do, I eagerly swallow it all then clean you up, one long sensual lick at a time, making full eye contact and little moans.

"Good girl," you purr, drawing away from me. "How did that feel?"

I shudder out a gasp. "You taste amazing. That was just what I needed." I gaze into your face full of adoration as you chuckle at me.

"Really? All you needed?" Your hand grips me through my underwear and I squirm and thrust against you, my only answer a wanton moan.

"Let's take these off, hmm?" You slide the soaked panties down my legs, leaning in til I can feel your warm breath on my exposed pussy. I whimper in anticipation, and am not disappointed as I watch your nose disappear into my pussy. A strangled sound I don't recognize as me escapes my throat as I'm met with pure ecstasy when your tongue explores my folds and finds its way to my clit. Your fingers slip inside me and I'm so close, so, so close.

"Please Sir may I cum?"

"No."

Your hand is removed and I ride the edge of my ruined orgasm, gasping, trembling, anticipating even more pleasure to come. I await the next instruction, the next touch.

"Alright Kitten, we're done for the day."

"What?" My eyes widen in horror, waiting for you to take back the joke. You don't.

A high pitched moan of disbelief escapes me as I thrust my hips into air. "Master...please...Daddy...god... mmrph." My face contorts with longing. I bite my lip, trying not to cry with frustration.

"I told you, Kitten. You were supposed to be doing laundry." The cuffs come off, and you gather me into your arms in a snuggle. I whimper and cling to you as my breathing slows. A tear does escape my eye and you brush it away gently, murmuring in my ears. "You're my good girl. My best girl. You did everything perfect for me. You're beautiful. You're sexy. You're a goddess."

I stick out my tongue. "If I'm a goddess then why can't I cum?"

Your chest rumbles against me as you laugh. "Later, Kitten. I promise."