Reignkling's Letter To Oedipus The King

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You came home from work to find me kneeling naked, legs spread, hands palms-up on my knees and head down, my hair tied in pig tails.
You smiled happily to see my obedience, till you noticed the puddle between my legs and wetness on my cunt.
You had only just let me out of my chastity belt two days ago. I had given you my promise to not take what is yours. My pleasure. As you walked towards me you said in a hushed but firm voice "look at me"
I hesitated, a little too much, you yanked my head up by the collar you had placed around me the day I let you take over me. I still remember that day. It was the first time you had punished me hard, then held me tenderly
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You get comfortable on the bed and take your cock out and turn the vibrations up on the wand. You stroke your cock slowly as you watch me writhe around, you can see I'm about to cum so you turn the vibrations down to the lowest setting. I let out a groan. After a minute you turn it back up and once again when I almost reach orgasm you turn it down. This continues for 10mins. You edge me to the brink of cumming then bring me down. You have also been edging.
After one more round you leave it on high and let me cum but instead of turning it down you leave it on high and watch me cum over and over again. Sweat is dripping down my body my cunt juices are mixing with the sweat on my legs my whole body is shaking, muffled screams are coming out my mouth if I wasn't tied to the cross I would be a shaking wet puddle on the floor.

You leave the wand on high and come back into the playroom walk over to me you can see the look of desperation in my eyes, desperation for it to end. You un gag me, and I start begging you to make it stop, “please Sir I need it to stop, please I am sorry I took whats yours, I am sorry I took my pleasure without your

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