#make me dumb
When we got back to The Super Sadist’s apartment, we relaxed for a little while until he decided that it was time for him to use my ass. I cleaned myself out for him (I’m still embarrassed about talking about this subject, by the way.) and came back into the room. He had me head down, ass up. While lubed up his cock, I pushed a couple fingers in and out quickly. He grabbed me and pushed himself into me. I could feel him stretching me out, but it wasn’t toooo painful. In fact, he said it was easier to push into my ass than my cunt. Like Legolas says, I have a “greedy ass and a shallow cunt.” The Super Sadist fucked my ass hard for a while, enjoying his first use of one of the new holes that belong to him.
When he was done with my ass, he pulled out and told me to suck him off. I balked and asked if I could take off the condom. He gave me a look, and then I guess decided to be nice to me, because he said “Take it all the way in once with the condom, and then you can take it off.” That was more than fair, considering the fact that I shouldn’t be hesitating at something so simple as ass to mouth when I’d spent time between his legs, licking his ass. I took his cock all the way into my throat, pushing myself to bottom out. When I came back up, he took the condom off and pushed me back down. I sucked his cock and then licked his balls and ass until he came.
We took a little breather, and then he decided it was time to take some embarrassing pictures of me. He put a hood on me, added a dental gag, and made me hold the SCUM Manifesto in front of me. Then he used my mouth like that. Now that was interesting. It was both easier and harder than a normal blowjob. I didn’t have to worry about my teeth, really, but I also couldn’t use my tongue, and there was no closing my mouth. Finally, he made me spread my ass for him to look at. He knows I hate inspection-type things. Of course, I hate them in a way that makes my cunt hot. He knows that, as well.
When he was done with the pictures and using my gagged open mouth, we decided to Skype with Marxman. Fun fact: It’s pretty much because of him that The Super Sadist and I got together and that I ended up visiting in him. He very much played matchmaker. (So domintaipei is the one you have to thank, littlefeministbitch/The Super Sadist shippers.) The very least we could do was give him a bit of a show. We talked for a little while, and I cuddled up next to The Super Sadist, being my adorable self. They were talking, and I wasn’t reeeeally paying attention to where the camera was pointed at our end, so when I bent my head down to take The Super Sadist’s cock in my mouth, I didn’t expect Marxman to comment right away.
I grinned when I heard him call me out, but didn’t stop. To the contrary, I started putting on more of a show. I was focused on what I was doing with my tongue, my lips, my hands. I heard Marxman ask in a mildly doubtful tone, “She any good at that?” Like he thought I might be mediocre at best. Of course that turned me on a bit. “Shockingly good,” responded The Super Sadist turning me on even more and making me very happy. I love giving blowjobs and licking balls and ass, especially when the person I’m servicing reacts as much and as positively as The Super Sadist did.
After a little while, I came off his cock, and he started hitting my thighs. I moaned with that wonderful combination of pleasure and pain. Marxman excused himself not long after, and I panted a goodbye to him. The Super Sadist continued hitting me for a while, and then told me he was going to put makeup on me again. He’d done it the first night. It embarrasses me both because I don’t ever wear makeup and because he’s legit better at it than I am. So it both invalidates the way I present myself in everyday life, and illustrates my failings as a proper fucktoy. So of course it makes me squirm with arousal.
Disclaimer for the next bit: For choking, I often, although not always, use a secondary safeword that consists of my hand around their wrist, and removal of that hand indicates “Red.” With blood chokes, which is what we were doing, I am also still capable of speaking and using a verbal safeword as the main safeword. In addition, The Super Sadist was paying very close attention to me the entire time and, by this point, had a good grasp of what it looks like when I go out. We were also still at an early stage in terms of what would get him to stop doing things. Long story short, I was never without a way to communicate I needed him to stop doing something. Actually playing without safewords is tricksy and not a good choice except under specific circumstances.
Once he’d made me pretty, it was time to make me dumb. He wrapped a hand around my throat and squeezed, making me thrust my hips and whimper. Then he pulled me over and put his arm around my throat, making it easy for him to cause me to fade. He told me to give into the fog. He pointed out his power over me. How easy it would be for him to just keep squeezing until I was actually dumb. I had my hand on his wrist and let go. He stopped choking me and checked in. I was perfectly fine and ready for more, so we continued in that way for a while. He got me very close to going out several times and sent me all the way out at least once. Then the game changed.
His arm was around my neck and I felt myself going fuzzy. I decided to drop my hand. He didn’t stop. I thought maybe he hadn’t realized what I was doing, so I grabbed his arm and then let go. His hold around my neck didn’t loosen at all. I pulled at him, started to struggle, feeling a panic rising. He moved his arm, and I gasped, although I’d been able to breathe the whole time. My mind was fuzzy still, but now it was from arousal, not lack of blood to the brain. My hips bucked on their own as I said hazily, “Yer supposed ta stop when I move my hand away.” “I know,” he said in that way he says things. I whimpered and moaned, which thoroughly undermined my response of “That’s baaaad.” We both knew how incredibly turned on I was. It wasn’t the same as playing without a safeword, because I still had one, but it was a rush that was similar to how I imagine playing without a safeword would feel.
By the end of the evening, he’d put me all the way out at least twice, and gotten me very very close a few more times. The final time I came to, I realized how completely exhausted I was. I told him I was done, and we got ready to go to sleep. We crawled into bed and cuddled up with each other. Hee. I was the big spoon, and I put my arm around him as I passed the fuck out, already looking forward to the next day.
