Sucking the strap

Monica grabs my box braids and pushes my face down onto the head of the strap.

“Suck it like it’s real.”

It is cold and rigid against my mouth, but I oblige as I feel Monica grip my braids harder. She grabs my head and forces it down over it, my mouth stretching to fit its girth. I try to take it down my throat and gag.

"Not ready yet, are you? I told you that you couldn’t handle it."

"I will, Monica."

Monica continues to push the strap against my throat. Unable to resist, I relax my throat and take the strap all the way in. Monica guides my hands up to her breasts. I caress her breasts against the glossy latex fabric. I hear the zipper come undone and Monica’s breasts are free. I caress her huge tits, squeezing her fat nipples as I continue to deep throat the strap. Tears are falling down my face and drool is falling from my lips, but I am incredibly turned on. I am so turned on that I begin to come involuntarily.

Monica pulls my head off of the strap and slaps me. I’m a little shocked but I still can't see her face.

“Who told you to come?”

“I’m sorry Monica. I couldn’t help it.”

“I should send you home, you unruly slut!”

In a bratty tone, I reply, “You can’t send me home for something I can’t control.”

Monica slaps me again, “You can and you will. You will control it or you will go home. You are here to obey me as part of the contract. You break it, it’s over.”

"I'll behave, Monica. I promise."

"We'll see."

"Yes, Monica."

Monica caresses my face, “Good girl. But you will still be punished for your slick mouth.”

She guides me to the bed and lays me on my stomach. Monica says, “You have an amazing body.” She caresses my medium brown skin, moving slowly over my ample ass and thick thighs. She moves a hand between my thighs, reaching under my panties to find my slick core. “Umph, and this pussy is so wet for me. I’ll make you pay for that.”

“Whatever you say, Monica.”

After what seems like an eternity of silence, I feel the yard stick smack my ass. It’s followed by a soothing caress of Monica’s baby soft hands. I let out an inescapable moan. Round after round of this burning pain followed by her intoxicating gentle caress and I feel my second orgasm building. I want more of this, and I don’t want to go home. I need her to **** and restore me. This mix of pain and pleasure makes me yearn for control. I need to stay with her and I want more. I whimper.