Deeper and deeper

You feel a pulse of fire erupt throughout your body, your slaves plea causing just a bit more of your sadistic side to arise which pulls a deep chuckle from your lips, “Not quite ****…now open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” Lulu groans softly in disappointment and confusion at you sudden order but that is quickly erased by a throaty moan of desire, one of your hands roughly gripping at her battered red rear and sending another wave of pain and pleasure through her tense body, “I won’t say it again…open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

Lulu moans and slowly opens her mouth, her tongue unfurling with grand and gradual sensuality that sense a pulse of pleasure directly to your diamond hard cock, “Yesh mashter…”

You stare in slight amazement as Lulu’s tongue fully stretches from betwixt her plump lips, the slick muscular bit of flesh extending far beyond what you had expected and showing that your little Lulu has some very special talents that she neglected to mention. You can’t stop the grin from crossing your lips as you reach out with your one free hand, two of your fingers gently sliding along the slick surface of the drooling organ before coming to rest at the tip, “My, my, my…it seems you forgot to tell me about this ****. Such a naughty little slut not telling your master about this little gift you have for him.”

Lulu seems to want to say something but her open mouth and extended tongue renders her speech indecipherable. Instead, all that comes from her wide open maw is a guttural animalistic moan as your take the tip of Lulu’s tongue and pinch it firmly between your thumb and forefinger, “At first I was just going to punish you for breaking my display case and disobeying me but now it seems that I have to discipline my little **** for lying too…hm~”

As you hold tightly to Lulu’s tongue she begins to pant, her legs gently swaying her rear back and forth in an attempt to **** some little bit of sensation to her soaking slit and push her over the edge she is so dangerously hovering over. Yet, despite her attempts at self gratification your order still remains the prominent and dominant **** in her mind, her body subconsciously denying itself an orgasm and driving her ever deeper into her vigorous lustful stupor. “Maybe I should get a clothespin for this naughty tongue,” you growl, pinching Lulu’s tongue just a bit stronger as you pull her to face you once more, “clamp it down on my little sluts tongue and tie it to something so all she can do is face down as I have my fun.”

Lulu’s eyes grow wide and for a second her legs frantically try to rub faster but a firm hand on her hips stops her, your roughened palm halting her frantic race for the finish line thusly bringing a gurgling groan from Lulu’s wide mouth, “Maybe I should get this filthy tongue pierced and attach it to your collar.” You tone gets deeper as Lulu’s moaning gets more frantic, her eyes hazed over with the thin sheen of desire as you continue to describe your plans for your little slut, “wouldn’t that be fun ****? Having **** tied down on her knees with her mouth open and drooling for her master. Existing only to have master’s thick, hard, throbbing cock in her mouth and his hot creamy seed down her throat?” With Lulu fully facing you, you lean in slightly, pulling Lulu’s tongue down slightly so you can kiss the wide flat surface of her licking appendage before you speak once more, “maybe I’ll give you a tattoo while you’re like that, something to show the world what you really are; my cum slut, my little cock ****. Or maybe something simpler…MINE.”

Somewhere in the back of your mind you feel a bit of guilt at treating Lulu so harshly but that voice of compassion is silenced as Lulu’s voice echoes from her open maw and her eyes slightly roll up in their sockets. Lulu apparently loves your thoughts on rough bondage, her reaction to your sudden and surprising desires causing a thin trickle of wetness to trail down the insides of her thighs while she groans in pure unbridled desire. This of course only fuels your own fires and with your patience finally at an end you gently tug on Lulu’s tongue, pulling her towards the floor as you throatily snarl, “On your knees. Now.”

With a sudden thump Lulu is kneeling before you, her eyes fixed upon your clothed crotch with an intensity that leaves you surprised that your pants haven’t vanished from sheer will power. Releasing Lulu’s tongue you grin, your hands going to the zipper of your pants as you speak, “What am I Lulu?”

“My Master,” Lulu moans, her voice husky from lust and raspy from you treatment of her mouth only moments before, “You are my amazing, wonderful, strict, powerful, dominating master. You are my ruler. You are my God.”

A powerful thrill rumbles throughout your body as you pull down your zipper, your throbbing pre-cum covered erection popping out into the chilly air and mere inches from Lulu’s nose, “Then worship me.”