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PROMPT: Clear Headed
I was so fucking stressed. Every muscle in my body was tense. My neck and shoulders burned, and my eyes stung. The bun that I had tied my hair back into felt entirely too tight, and the collar on my shirt was choking me. I loved my job, but it was kicking my ass. Sixteen hour days were not conducive to a healthy fucking lifestyle. I knew what I needed to do, who I needed to see. The only person who could ease my stress: Mistress Lily. She had blonde hair that fell to her waist, the golden strands glistening when she walked like actual gold had been weaved into her locks. Her violet eyes were captivating; they held me prisoner, making me want to stare into them for hours on end. And her body was made for sex, made to make men drop to their knees in worship of such a phenomenal creation. Perky breasts that refused to be contained by a bra sat perfectly on her ribs, berry nipples finishing them off perfectly. She had a narrow waist with hips that flared out slightly. Her ass was phenomenal too. It was bittersweet to watch her walk away; it meant that she was leaving me, but I got to see her fucking amazing rump jiggle with every step. Like I said, bittersweet.
Knowing I couldn't go on like this. I grabbed my mobile phone from my desk and found Mistress Lily's number. My heart pounded in my chest as the dial tone rung out loud in my ear. I hoped she'd answer – I was feeling fucking ravenous, a hunger that only she could sate fluttering low in my stomach, warmth radiating towards my cock.
"We're not meant to be playing for another week, Peaches. Are you that eager for another taste of my pussy?" Mistress Lily's voice floated down the line, making my balls tighten.
Fuck. I wanted her. Needed her. The nickname she gave me just made my cock swell even more. I became hard as granite, my slacks providing neither the comfort or friction I so desperately craved. What I really wanted was her hand, or her mouth, or her pussy.
"I need you, Mistress," I told her gruffly. "It's been a long fucking week, and I need to clear my head." Getting that off my chest made me feel lighter, at ease, at peace. It was always like that with her. Mistress Lily relaxed me better than a hot bath or bottle of scotch ever could. She'd taught me that domination and submission were beautiful concepts, beautiful gifts to give to another person. I wholly welcomed her domination, and she fully accepted my submission.
"Hmm," Mistress Lily hummed in consideration of my words. My heart beat wildly in my chest as I waited for her answer. I needed this – craved it. I was desperate to lose myself to Mistress Lily and her rope, whips, and vibrators. I was desperate to be tied to a surface, teased until I could barely think, and then fucked until I couldn't walk. I wanted her vibrating cock ring around my dick, Mistress Lily's fake dick in my ass, pounding into me until I was breathless and shaking. I wanted her to sit on my face, her cunt soaking my mouth and chin until I was drowning. Then, I wanted her to slide down my body, a trail of her delicious cream marking her path until Mistress Lily was hovered over my cock, teasing the tip of my swollen bellend with the lips of her sweet pussy. My arms and legs would strain against the ropes she had bound me with, and then, and only then, would my Mistress sink herself down onto me, giving me the pleasure of feeling the exquisite wet heaven that was her cunt.
My cock and balls swelled with the thought. I loved playing with her, giving Mistress Lily a part of me, and receiving the sweetest pleasure in return. I could never go back now. Never live a life without her dominance. I wouldn't want to.
"I'll see you in the playroom at 7PM. Use your key and let yourself in. Be waiting for me in your inspection position. Have a light meal beforehand, Peaches. I'm going to give you one hell of a workout."