[ Erotica ] Worshipping My Pussy and Humping the Bed… I’m the Princess, and You’re Here to Obey. 💜

I teased and denied my boy for several days. The night before this story takes place, I got him hard and stroked my property, his cock, a bit while we kissed, drooling into his mouth. As he got a little close, I suddenly told him good night and turned off the light. Before I drifted off, I told him I wanted to be woken up with oral, so he whimpered and agreed, then humped my thigh pathetically as I fell asleep.

In the morning, the alarm went off. I forgot that I had made the command, and I dozed back to sleep while he headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and shave. Some time later, I heard him walk back in, and he asked to join me on the bed, as is our protocol. I sleepily said, "You may." Meekly, he pulled my blankets aside, which at first annoyed me, but when he started to climb onto the bed between my legs, I remembered the task I had given him.

I spread my thighs, and he obediently crawled between them, his lips caressing my mons first. When I lovingly ran my fingers through his long wavy hair for a few moments, he let out a small whimper. He looked up at me with a pitiable expression, then broke eye contact to glide his tongue from my pussy to my clit in a long, slow motion. I groaned, reaching down to entwine my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and pushing his mouth hard onto my clit. The whimpers and whines he let out became louder as the lewd sound of sucking filled the air. I love it when he takes my big clit in his mouth, hood and all, and bobs his head up and down, working it with his lips and tongue.

"Climb up here." He eagerly obeyed, quickly moving to rest in the crook of my left arm. As I've taught him, his hand immediately found its way to my pussy, two fingertips rubbing my clit in a circular motion over the hood. I kissed him, tasting my wetness, and let my tongue wander out of his mouth to lick up what coated his lips and chin. I broke the kiss and moved back to make eye contact. He gave me the pathetic facial expression I've been training: raised eyebrows and mouth open wide with his tongue lolled out. "Eager fucking slut," I told him while he nodded and continued to massage my clit.

Pushing myself up onto my side, I used the arm wrapped around him to pull him onto his back. I brought two fingers up to his mouth, lingering while I watched him make the horny expression up at me. "Is this what you want, slut?" He nodded. As soon as he did, I quickly slid my fingers into his mouth, watching his face turn briefly to surprise, then arousal. I fucked his mouth with two fingers, then three. He whimpered while I felt his warm tongue massage my intrusion.

Withdrawing my fingers, I looked down at his face as I dipped my hand, wet with his spit, down his body to find my property, desperate for touch. He gasped and closed his eyes as I rubbed the wetness into his cockhead. I teased him for a few moments, then heard him whimper as I pulled my hand away. Seeing him thrust futilely into the air gave me a lovely idea.

I kissed him deeply while moving him onto his side, then stomach, my property rubbing against the sheets. I took his face in my hands and broke away from the kiss, saying, "There you go… Hump the bed like the desperate whore you are." He grabbed at and groped my soft body while I watched the muscles in his ass as he thrust against the mattress. I moved my hand to my pussy and started rubbing urgent circles around my clit, knowing I would cum soon.

"Awww!" I said with equal amounts of pity and affection, "You look like a cute slut doing that." My boy whimpered, of course, his mouth finding its way to my nipple, hands groping my breasts and belly. Still watching closely, I declared, "If I am kind enough to let you cum, which isn't likely, you're going to eat it all. Do you understand?" He nodded, letting my nipple out of his mouth with a lewd pop. "Yes, Princess! A pathetic slut cleans up the mess he makes!" That enthusiasm, along with the eager facial expression that followed, pushed me over the edge.

I've trained my boy to thank me when I cum in front of him. As pleasure rushed through me, I heard his whispered gratitude, along with the slight sounds of him gently humping the bed. As my orgasm faded and I basked in the glow, I said, "Stop," and he immediately did so, looking at me for instructions. "You did quite well," I told him lovingly, taking his face into my left hand while smearing my juices from my right hand onto both of his cheeks.

I smiled playfully. "Beg me to deny you." Immediately, he obeyed. "Oh, please, Princess, please deny me!" This part of our scenes always makes me grin. "Your pleasure is all that matters! My orgasm is entirely irrelevant!" I faked a thoughtful look for a few moments while he went on, then theatrically nodded, as if I had just come to a conclusion. "Yes, you are certainly a better servant when denied."

I kissed his forehead, and he nodded. "I love being your denied servant boy, Princess."

"Good boy."