I had stayed in that room for months now. Maybe eight, maybe eleven. There was nothing to do so I spent a lot of time in bed. I’d read the one book: Sons and Lovers. There were plenty of clothes to try on and plenty of makeup to experiment with. I’d show my looks off for the cameras in the ceiling but I never touched Mistress Lea’s penis. She would come once every day or two to fuck my ass for two or three hours. The lock would click and I’d jump back on the bed, smiling, tilt my pelvis up and let my legs fall open. She’d fucked me missionary and stretch my legs wider each time. Eight months ago, I locked my ankles at the back of her neck. Now they were at the small of her back. I loved confessing what a tramp I am and how I live for her dick, not just because I’d cum twelve times before finally Mistress Lea lanced my balls and a flood of hot cum ran spilled out from my girl clit onto my shaved pubic mound to be smacked against us in the fury Mistress fucked me when I came. She wanted all of it, I knew and, though I knew I couldn’t give up getting fucked, I would love to cast a magic spell to ensure I never put it in another woman’s pussy. I hadn’t put it in my Mistress’s yet.
Our conversations were disjointed afterward. We talked at each other rather than through each other. If I tried to pick up the vein, she’d fall silent. After touching and holding each other for a bit, she’s suck any lingering cum from my half-flacid girl clit, drinking it down like drinking from a straw. I knew I was just a hot fuck to her while she was the demon who controlled my soul. But I never wanted anything more than this, to be reminded every day or two that I was hers, to her the words that came from my mouth and know that between the fuck-lust and obscenities, I would beg to be hers, for her to be a part of me, for her to force some part of her into me so we could feel closer.
“Oh my God, Mistress,” I’d laugh after one of my orgasms had passed. “I think you’re making me even more yours and I love it so fucking much. Thank you for fucking me every time I offer my ass up to you. It means so much. The only thing that makes me worry is that you fuck me so good that I fade in and out of feeling my love of your fucking me and my love for you. For brief flickers, you’re no one at all. I’m alone in a world that consists of your dick, your cock sheathe, and white haze that I float in, so released from everything else, entirely myself without inhibitions and getting fucked. Getting fucked by you, Mistress. Then it passes and I realized that I felt fully possessed by you again. Shy and grateful, I tell you to make me your bitch because I know you want to hear it. And I tell you how big your dick is and how you hammer it in and out of me so good. And then I feel alone and scared because I know that after you’ve sated yourself on my sissy cunt fuckhole, you’ll suck my useless girl clit and leave me to my paradise, all alone, waiting for you.
I know that’s hard to read, Mommy, but it’s a very happy place to be. I’m only yours. There can never be anyone else because of the cavity inside me where you stay. Only you. I’m sorry, for being foolish if nothing else.
“I know you love me, Michael. But I know what your mother meant to you and so usurping her stance in your mind worries me.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s happened already and neither one of us noticed. You still don’t, do you Mistress? But this is it, all of it. Well, for now. I’ve proved to myself that it’s really, that you’ll be my second Mommy. If you don’t want me to use that word, I won’t. Not ever. But, Mistress, this won’t change. I’ll always be underneath you because of the trajectories of our emotions. It can’t be enough, I fear. The hunger, the need for you. But lately I can lapse into it. I mean that no matter what I think about something with you, I know that you love me, and I glow with the certainty that this is right. You don’t love me but I love both of you and I can’t even separate you in my mind. You’ll never understand the wicked things I’ll eventually do because I’m the one who could have been different. How? And loving you with the certainty you’re happy I love free from worry or fear as I drift in a haze of all my rich, potent emotions blended together into a love so secure, a love stronger than any other man could even imagine feeling for you.” I sighed. “Edge of bed?”
Lea’s dick effortlessly slid into me again, my head resting upon my forearms. “What do you want?” she chanted while she impaled me with slow, deep strokes.
“Stop for forty five seconds, all the way inside me.” It’s so much easier to push back then down then forward then up, but less natural and worlds hotter to push back then roll her dick inside your ass in a squirming motion upward, then forward, then down. I’d been thinking forever about asking for time to practice but, of course by the time I was whining for her to fuck me more, it was too late to remember. Rather like matching fingernail and toenail polish. But she didn’t start thrusting again with her ten-inch-plus dick. “I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do. I mean the thing that would truly be right for me to say, not what would make us happy. Mmmm. That’s good, isn’t it? I guess I should focus on taking your dick. If we spent a half hour at this a day, I bet I could squirm my dick-hungry slut hole back against you while you fucked your hot little piece of ass. Lea, Mommy, would it bother you if I asked how much longer I’m to be kept here?”
“Until you learn how to love me. Fucking you has been a wonderful diversion, but I don’t think you’re ready for me yet. Not until we’ve had some space. Were you aware for one single moment over the last ten months that you did not feel love for me? Or does this room hold nothing else?” She pulled out. “Fuck me, baby. It’s the only place your dick belongs, in my pussy. I’ll drain your soul and all you’ll know is that you need to spray your cum in Mommy’s womb every day because that’s your role in life, to cum in Mommy. When you’re broken, when you understand I have the only control over keeping you prisoner. Once you know that what you liked or didn’t like never factored into this. Once you drop to your knees to ask for what you need, once I cannot give you enough of myself for you to not be hungry for more, once I’ve taught you to spin this warm, careless, all-intoxicating and submissive love you feel into black fire that I can drink from my dick. Once I doubt that I am forever safe, though you could not hurt me, not to my face, except from carelessness. Once you accept that wanting to please me whether I’ll never know about it, even if it’s just the thoughts in your head that you know I’d be happy you were thinking, then I’ll teach you about possession. Real possession, Baby. Not my words or actions, but you — a slave to your love. Once that and the knowledge that I could exercise complete stewardship over you whether you wanted that or not. When you’re confused and in the car, conflicted over something that felt right at the time but that wouldn’t have approved of and you could reconcile enjoying it with my displeasure for ten minutes. When you have what you want, when my possession of you is as complete as it was without me in your life, then you will know that to defer is to obey and to obey is to please and to please is to be rewarded with suffocating black fire shot through with strands of lightening. Then you will start to become mine. And then one day Mommy will take your girl clit into her pussy so your life can have meaning again.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Michael, how did it feel to hear all that while you squirmed your ass back against my dick?”
“How should it have felt?”
“Familiar, a part of your life that was special but came frequently. You might be the hottest fuck in the state but you’re a filthy slut and you’ll never be anything different so we should find that together, between us, so you can be you.”
“I’ll love you beyond death, Mistress.”
