Spooned
I was staring at the screen in front of me. What did he just say? We had been chatting for about two hours and I was having my breakfast. He had this vicious smile, his lips half-parted, his eyes squinting and focused. I missed him. We hadn’t met in months and things didn’t seem to ease up any time soon. No flights, no possibilities. I missed our physical connection, his smell and his touch. He was in front of me, on my screen, still, he was thousands of miles away. I sighed.
“Girl? Did you not hear what I just said?” I appreciated his constant tries to light the spark of our connection again. But it would be hard for him to make me do anything. Without the physical force, I didn’t much like the submissive game. “Girl, do as I told you to!”
“Make me!” I smiled. I would have loved to have him around now. To force me do what he is asking. The thought aroused me, but looking at the screen again, I felt a sadness. I needed him, and I wanted more than this.
“Make you, mhm? I own your orgasms, girl. I can give them out as easily as I can take them away from you. You agreed. You gave me that control. So do you really want me to make you?”
I swallowed. I remembered an incident last week. I had been masturbating and had felt the need to come. So I had sent him a message to ask for an orgasm. All I had received back was a clear no. I had begged, pleaded. But the no had stayed a no. Frustrated, I had given up on physical pleasure that night and had had to satisfy myself with that I had been a good girl, following his instructions.
“Okay, so you have leverage. I get it. But is this even hygienic?”
“Are you saying your cunt is dirty, girl?” He laughed.
I growled a little. Smart bugger. I saw the wrinkles on his nose, his eyebrows slightly raised. He was clearly amused. “So what did you want me to do again?” He looked at me, not uttering a word. I sighed. “What did you want me to do, Master?” The connection was frozen for a second, and I leaned closer to my laptop, to not miss anything he was saying.
“That’s better. Take a spoon, adjust your camera, and let me watch you fuck yourself with it. Clear instructions. Now do it, girl!”
I looked at him. I loved when he got that dominant, when he really tried. I loved this game we played, when I pretended that he had no power over me. And yet again, here I was, fighting with my own mind. I didn’t want to humiliate myself. But I also wanted to follow his instructions. I didn’t want him to think that I was easy. But I also didn’t want to miss out on yet another orgasm.
I slowly got up and walked to the drawer. I pulled it open and took out a silver spoon, I touched the cold surface of the cutlery and wondered how it would feel inside me. I closed the drawer again and leisurely walked back to my laptop. I didn’t want him to think I was eager. I was following his instructions, but some bratty sprinkles I would always add to our connection.
I put the spoon down and pulled my nightshirt over my head. I saw him look at my breasts and smile. He didn’t ask me to get fully naked but why not give him a treat? I smiled to myself. I loved thinking that I had a little bit of control too, just a tiny bit. I pulled down my knickers and stepped out of them. I sat down on the chair and put my feet up on the kitchen table. No, this wasn’t working.
“I can only see your face, girl. I want to see all of you!” I got up again, pushed the laptop to the middle of the table, the chair a bit further away and adjusted the camera. “There is my girl. Now do as you are told.”
“Yes, Master” I spread my legs, and rested my feet on the table. I moved myself a bit closer to the edge of the chair. I licked the spoon to warm it up a bit, moved it slowly down my body, spread my lips with two fingers and pushed the silver inside me. It was cold! I stopped for a second. It felt odd, yet arousing. I looked up at his face on the screen. “Don’t stop now, girl. Fuck yourself with it.”
I did as I was told, the cold metal becoming warmer, covered in the wetness of my cunt. I could hear how wet I was, the squishing sounds made it clear that the whole procedure was turning me on. “Look at you, loving it. I can hear you. And I can imagine what you smell like right now!” I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of being pounded by an object. I loved knowing that he was watching me. My motions became faster and faster and I could feel the orgasm build up.
“Stop!” He said. I opened my eyes and looked at him. “But Master …!”
“No, I said stop. Go get your wand and leave the spoon on the table”
Oh, the wand! I fetched what he had wanted me to and ran back into the kitchen. “All that work out make you thirsty, girl?” He asked, with a smirk. What did he mean?
“I know you just made coffee. Take the spoon and stir your coffee, girl”
I looked at him in disbelief. “Ah come on, don’t make me ruin a good cup of coffee. That is just rude.”
“Do you want your orgasm or not, girl? Do as you are told. Be my good girl.”
I took up the spoon and looked at it. It was covered in my juices, wet and milky, smelling of sex and cunt. I pouted for a second or two, but then started stirring the coffee. “Leave it in. Now sit down and show me that nasty cunt of yours, all needy for an orgasm”
I sat down, the cup of coffee still in my hand, and spread my legs for him. “Mhm, that is my cunt. Look what you are doing to me, girl.” I watched him stand up, and he showed me his hard cock in his hand. Oh, how I missed that cock! I wanted him, I needed him. I started massaging my clit with my free hand, my need for him overcoming me.
“Wait, girl. Using the wand is easier. Because I need you to multitask now. I want you to masturbate while drinking that cup of coffee, and you can only come, once you have finished the whole cup. Understood?”
Oh, that sadist! I stared at him. I wanted that orgasm. But drinking my own juices mixed with coffee? I turned on the wand and placed it on my clit.
“No coming before you finished that cup!” He reminded me.
I nodded, and took a small sip of the coffee. It tasted awful, salty and musky. Just wrong. I almost gagged thinking about what I had just stirred into it. I could see the arousal on his face, he enjoyed seeing me this humiliated. Maybe I would be fine? I didn’t need to come, really.
The wand was relentlessly vibrating on my clit. I was so aroused, I was slightly moaning. “Drink more, you nasty slut. Let me see what a fucking slut you are, doing anything just to get an orgasm.” He laughed. He didn’t allow me to see his face anymore. All I could see was his hard cock, him masturbating, while watching me humiliate myself. I was close now, just the realisation of him pushing me into such a space made me even needier for relief.
“Drink it, slut!”
I took a big gulp and swallowed. I looked inside the cup, it was still half full. The vibrations on my clit got too much, I needed to come, now. I needed to. The pressure, the need, the anticipation. I took a deep breath and drank the rest of the coffee in one go. Instantly, I felt the wave of pleasure hitting me, my back arching, I lost all control over my body. I dropped the cup and I heard it break into a million pieces, as my body twitched.
I breathed out, the wand still turned on, I opened my eyes and watched him come for me, his juices landing on the towel in his hand. Another orgasm shook me body, knowing that I pleased him.
“Good girl. Look at you listening and doing what you are told. I am impressed.”
I smiled. “Thank you, Master.”
“Now be careful, I wouldn’t want you to hurt your feet.” I looked around me. The floor was covered in the broken pieces of my cup. A price worth paying for the experience I had just had.
Sweet 😉 I like the bit with the broken cup at the end…that was a nice touch
Thank you!
very hot coffee story!
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Oh Devie Oh Devie that was so hot ..i am rock hard just imagining The smell of you and the taste of your coffee.
Yay, thanks for thinking this was hot!
that was so imaginative and hot. Thank you!
Thank you for saying that!
I had to chuckle at how he told her to do it with a spoon. I could definitely picture myself in this story lol.
Hehe, I am glad you could relate on some level 😛
ohhh i shivered at the thought of feeling a cold spoon on my body. Great description.
Thank you, Asrai <3
Wow! What a deliciously sadistic scenario. Great ending, too. 👏👏👏
Thank you, Jupi <3
I have never considered mixing orgasms and coffee like this, but now I am *definitely* considering it.
Haha, coffee and orgasms, two of the best things there are, totally should be combined more often!