Chapter 11: I'm Your Naughty Dancing Puppet

Continued from chapter 10:

“Dance for me, puppet,” she coos, her voice dripping with malice.

“Show me how much you love being filled and controlled.”

With her hand inside me, opening and closing like the petals of some dark, twisted flower, she stoops slightly. Her other hand never stops its teasing dance on my throbbing cock.

Suddenly, she frees me from the bondage bars, her hand still firmly planted up my ass, and with a deft flick of her wrist, she unties the rope binding me to the ceiling.

She never stops moving her hand inside me, her fingers exploring, probing, driving me to the brink of insanity. Her breath is hot on my ear as she leans in, her voice a low growl.

“That's it, my little puppet,” she murmurs, her eyes never leaving mine in the mirror.

“Dance for me. Show me what a good little hand puppet you can be.”

Chapter 11:

She makes a fist with her hand, and then spreads it again, her fingers waving, painful and erotic, inside of me.

With her hand buried inside me, opening and closing like the petals of some diabolical flower, Sophie Taylor stoops to free me from the bondage bars. With a flick of her wrist, she unties me from the ceiling.

Stooping slightly, one hand firmly lodged in my ass, the other teasing my cock, she murmurs,

"Let's take a walk, shall we? And when you're ready to cum, let's do it in front of the mirror. I want to take my new puppet for a walk. And make you say dirty things as you repeat after me…"

Sophie keeps her hand firmly lodged inside me as she guides me towards the door, her fingers flexing and curling, keeping me constantly stimulated.

"Remember," she coos, "you're my puppet now. You'll speak only the lines I give you."

She leads me out into the hallway, making sure to keep me facing the various mirrors lining the walls.

"Let's start with something simple. Repeat after me: I am a filthy slut, **** to be used."

Her thumb swipes over my slit, smearing the copious pre-cum.

I repeat after her.

"I am a filthy slut, **** to be used."

My whole body is awash with sensations and confusion as pain intermingles with pleasure. Sophie Taylor puts me, her naughty puppet, through my paces.

She grins wickedly as I parrot her words, clearly pleased with my obedience.

"Very good, puppet. You're learning so quickly."

She continues walking me down the hall, her hand never ceasing its movements inside me.

"Now let's try something a bit more challenging."

As we pass the next mirror, she commands,

"I want you to look directly at your reflection and say: I exist only for Miss Taylor's pleasure. My holes belong to her."

Her fingers dance deliciously across my prostate as she waits for me to comply.

I stand before the mirror, weeping with pain and pleasure as I watch Sophie grinning at me, her entire hand buried in my ass.

"I exist only for Miss Taylor's pleasure. My holes belong to her..." I gasp.

"Sophie, please. I'm getting close…"

She chuckles darkly, feeling my impending release.

"Not yet, pet. We're not done with your training."

She spins me around to face another mirror, pressing me against it as her hand resumes its relentless pace inside me.

"I want you to watch yourself as you cum. Watch the slutty expression on your face as you lose control."

Her thumb rubs fast circles around my tip, pushing me closer to the edge.

"Beg for it, Ero. Beg Miss Taylor to let you cum like the **** little fucktoy you are. Use the lines I taught you."

"Please, Miss Taylor. Please let me cum like the **** little fucktoy I am."

“I exist only for your pleasure. My holes belong to you. I am your naughty little puppet, **** to be used!”

The pressure builds as her petal-like fingers tickle my insides, her fingers on my tip, putting me through pleasure so intense, it is almost painful.

"Sophie! I'm your good girl! I'm your puppet! I'm your naughty dancing puppet."

I put my palms on the mirror and begin dancing back and forth on the balls of my feet with her hand up my ass.

“Thank you for my panties. Thank you for my creampie. Thank you for spanking me. Paddling me. Strapping me. Thank you for the tears. Thank you for the pain. Thank you for the shame."

I clench around her wrist, holding her in place.

"And thank you, Sophie, for making me your puppet!"

Sophie shrieks with triumphant laughter, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as she watches me dance and beg.

My words grow increasingly incoherent with need, my body trembling on the precipice of orgasm. Just as I reach the point of no return, she hilts her hand fully inside me, her fingers splayed wide, fluttering like the petals of a flower in the wind.

“Cum for me, puppet. Cum now!” she commands, her thumb pinching my slit as her other hand reaches around to grope my bouncing chest roughly.

She gently squeezes my prostate with her fluttering fingers, milking my orgasm for all it's worth, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from my trembling form.

I have had many orgasms in my life, but nothing could have prepared me for this. I scream a primal scream, my palms against the glass as all five tips of Sophie's fingers and thumb coax explosion after explosion of hot, creamy, white, sticky pleasure out of me.

Rope after rope of semen spurts from my tip with audible splats against the mirror. Her thumb pinching my slit only serves to increase the pressure, like when you put your thumb over the garden hose, reducing the area of release and making the pleasure so intense I almost black out.

I seize up, surrendering to the overwhelming flow splattering the mirror as I shriek and scream for Sophie.

“That's it, give me everything. Every last drop belongs to me now,” she purrs, her voice a sultry whisper.

To be continued in chapter 12...