House Rules

Literotic asexstories – House Rules by Flutterby_Blue,Flutterby_Blue
I’ve been using posts I stumble across online as inspiration, and this one was based on a short about introducing a new House Rule while the Dom has his cock in his sub’s mouth, while she is looking up into his eyes, to ensure her undivided attention. This is what that brought to mind:

“Come here, doll,” he said, smiling as he gestured to the floor in front of him. “As I won’t be seeing you for two weeks, there are some new Rules for you to follow.”

I hit my knees quickly, and eagerly took his cock into my mouth. Wrapping my hands around his ass, I anchored myself around his cock, and looked up at him, waiting.

Understand, I’m a submissive pain slut with a praise kink – I love having rules. Rules put me into a state of submission that keeps me happy and aroused, and when I am aroused, all I want to do, more than anything, is please. As odd as it may sound, being obedient just makes life better all the way around – being an obedient fucktoy makes it easier for me as a functional, responsible adult, to cope when life sucks. It’s like storing up buckets of peace for when life gets rough.

I used to wonder why I am this way, why I enjoy the things I do, but eventually I realized it truly does not matter. I am just wired this way, and I enjoy what I enjoy. It is absolutely okay that my goal, always, is to be a good girl, a perfect fucktoy, eager slut, happy slave, to please him. As he enjoys me like this as well, it all works out.

When we started out, the first rule he made was “No clothes in the house, unless I tell you otherwise.”

So now, when I arrive, I strip off in the garage, and leave my clothes in my car. It sets the tone immediately, he is dressed and in charge, and I am neither. I can’t suppress a happy little wiggle as I feel the air on my naked body, and grin as he reaches for me. I love having his hands all over me, and I fully admit – I am a needy, greedy slut who will do anything to have him touch me. Being naked at all times makes that so much easier. I choose my clothes for maximum access, so that he can touch any part of me he wants at any time, but being naked in the house is that much better.

The second rule he made was “Wear your ass plug in the car on the way here.”

The roads here are shit, no bones about it, and feeling my pretty sparkly plug move and vibrate with every pothole, and every time my weight shifts as I turn the car, is intensely frustrating. Already horny, the stimulation just makes me ache to take his cock in my ass. After the last time I wore it, I had told him I’d have to put a towel down so I wouldn’t mess up my car seat.

He laughed, delighted, and said that was an excellent idea, which led to the third rule: “You must ride with your skirt pulled up, so your bare ass is on the seat.”

Realistically, no one can really see. No one who hasn’t consented is able to see my naked bits. It feels deliciously vulnerable to feel the air on my pussy, and the towel under my naked ass. And when the sun is at just the right angle, feeling its’ warmth on my bare pussy is amazing! It makes me hyper aware of how horny I am, and keeps my thoughts on him, on pleasing him.

Fast forward to last weekend, when we realized I won’t be able to be back for two weeks. So he decided on new rules for the next two weeks, until I see him.

“No orgasms,” he said firmly, and when I couldn’t help whimpering a complaint, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock into my throat. He held me still, patiently waiting until I began to struggle for air, then pulled out just far enough for me to breathe.

“Listen, my nerdy fucktoy,” he began again, his cock on my tongue, “You asked me to take control of your orgasms. This pussy is mine, and my pussy does not cum without my permission.”

He waited patiently, while I looked up at him, mouth full, tits out, back arched the way he likes, until I nodded my understanding and agreement.

“Good slut!” he smiled. “I love what a willing whore you are for me! You will roll your 20 sided die every morning, and edge for me that many times that day. You will send me photos, and video, and post them so others can see. Wear your die in a necklace as a reminder of what a wanton slut you are, and your collar as a reminder of what a good pain slut and fucktoy you are for me.”

I nodded again. Satisfied, he began to slowly fuck my mouth. I relaxed my throat, focusing on taking him as deep as I could. “I can’t wait to see what a needy, dripping mess you will be by then, my fucktoy,” he said, grinning that wicked grin that makes me wet every time.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, and began to move faster. I shifted my hold from his ass to his thighs, and worked to swallow his cock down into my throat. I found my rhythm, spread my knees a bit wider, and gave myself over to enjoying pleasing him. This is my Happy Place, and I am so very grateful he enjoys having a very submissive slut serve him.

“You are such a good slut,” he muttered, and I could feel his thighs flex as he braced himself. “Such an eager little cockwhore.”

I felt him get harder in my mouth, and picked up the pace. I fucking love making him orgasm, and swallowing him down is one of my favorite things.

“I’m going to cum,” he warned, so I could take a deep breath, and suck him deep, so his orgasm would go directly down my throat.

Goddess, I love the sounds he makes when he comes undone. I will do anything he wants, just to hear the sounds he makes.

“What a good fucktoy,” he said, stroking my hair. “You are my excellent cocksleeve!”

“Thank you, Sir!” I said, pulling back only when I was sure he was done. “I am so grateful to be able to please you!”

“You do please me. I do enjoy having your orgasms,” he smiled down at me. “I’m so glad you gave them to me.”

“I love that you have my orgasms too, Sir,” I licked my lips, savoring the taste of him.

I desperately need to cum. Absolutely, I am frantic with it. But as it pleases him to drive me into a needy, slutty, brains-dripping-out-my-pussy mess, I will do everything he asks, simply to please him. I will edge every day, as many times a day as the dice dictate, for his pleasure. Anything he wants. Everything he wants.

It’s only been two days, and I’m already wondering if it’s possible to die of horny. This is going to be a long two weeks!