You have a love for . . . messy. You also have a deep love and desire for me - that is me on you. So when the two mesh - when the two intertwine, it becomes quite an adventure for us both. I become your lovely, messy Princess, begging for more, begging for you to violate my flesh. The gluttony of the evening consumes us, and we, in turn, become victims - filthy, raunchy, messy victims of love and dark desires. 

You promised and warned me that tonight would be sloppy. Tonight will be messy, and you will be giving this girl, your filthy girl, ME, a needed education. Tonight, you will be teaching me to listen and to obey once and for all. Tonight will be a night of giving in to desires that have been built up, bubbling to the surface, and overflowing with a wicked delight from your fingertips to my body. As I was preparing myself, anticipating what you have in store for me - for us, I recalled a brief conversation with you many nights ago. I am sure it was a calculated move, a devious ask with a certain end game, a scene you wanted to create in mind. 

“Do you like to spit or swallow?” You asked me. It caught me completely off guard. But it was a question you needed and wanted to know the answer to before we completely dove in to consecrate our relationship - bringing it from an abstract fantasy to a concrete, black-and-white reality.

Embarrassed a bit (my own overthinking running rapidly and my lack of experience), thinking of other's typical answers that I have read and heard, I finally said, “Spit. Swallowing is just not my thing.” I hoped my words wouldn’t offend you, given how much of me you have had and probably will swallow tonight. Reciprocity, right? But I feel this is different. 

In answering all of your questions with total honesty, you always have a way of making me feel comfortable. You said, “Good. Swallowing is overrated, and I like it messy, really messy.”

I appreciate you in that moment so much and your thoughtfulness in your response to the answer I gave more than you could ever know. I realized at that moment I was here to stay. I also knew you were on edge tonight. I knew what you wanted. I knew what you needed. You needed me, messy and sloppy, just as you had mentioned.

You entered the room and pointed to where you wanted me, of course, in thigh highs, suspenders, and nothing else but heels. You wanted me on the floor in front of you on my knees, in the assumed preferred position that you have made clear in our time together. You stood impatiently waiting for me to take the desired place. I kneeled in front of you and looked up into your eyes. My eyes were wide open, blinking back the excitement I was experiencing. 

“You remember the safe word, correct?” You asked. 

“Yes,” I answered confidently. 

“Show me you remember the hand cue I taught you if your mouth isn’t able to project the safe word,” you demanded.

And with that, I showed you - even more confidently, opening and closing my hands quickly. You nodded, giving approval that I, in fact, understood. And with that confirmed, you grabbed my hair, each finger digging into the strands to get a stronghold, pulling it just so. As you were holding my head firmly in place, pulling my hair back so my head tilted up, you looked directly into my eyes. With your other hand, you began undoing your pants. You unzipped your pants slowly, then quickly opened them. 

“Are you ready, Princess? You look so beautiful this evening. It’s time to make you a beautiful disaster. Open your mouth now,” I remember you saying before you shoved your hard cock in my mouth. My hands were free, but I had little control under the strength you possessed. You were inside my mouth, thrusting yourself hard, in and out. I was gagging and beginning to choke when your cock hit the back of my throat over and over. You knew my gag reflex would be severe, but tonight, that didn’t seem to matter to you. The safe words were instituted for a reason. 

I pressed my hands against your hips, trying to push you away. I was trying to stop as saliva was beginning to pool and pour out of my mouth, and my eyes were filling with tears. I could feel makeup running down my cheeks with the tears. 

“Do you want me to stop? Is this too much?” You paused and asked as you pulled my hair tighter. You looked into my tear-filled eyes, my face a mess, and my chin dripping with saliva. You pulled yourself out of my mouth momentarily, bent down to my level, and kissed my lips. 

“No, please continue.” There was no way I was saying stop at this point. I would be defeated, and I trusted you. These nights are meant for us both to feel immense pleasure in many ways. This is what you need at this moment.  

With that word uttered, you thrust yourself back into my mouth, thrashing and thrusting yourself hard, demanding my eyes stay open so I can watch your reaction as you release yourself fully, cuming directly into my mouth. 

The moment you released yourself, it was expected because I felt you throbbing and breathing heavily, but as always, it was a flood of surprise. I couldn’t keep your cum in my mouth and began gagging as I let it drip out, all over you - all over me. It began quickly racing down my neck and onto my exposed breasts. You grabbed my head so I wouldn’t pull away just yet. I felt your slippery seed drizzle and cover my nipples. They were hard and tingling. I was aroused and could feel the wetness between my legs. 

You freed my head and untangled your fingers out of my hair, “Stand up, please.” 

I stood up, following each directive with precision, and continued to spit, continued to expel all of you out of my mouth, making a mess, making everything sloppy and sticky.

“Let’s see how much you enjoyed this. . .” you said before putting your fingers between my legs, touching and slapping my clit, roughly inserting your fingers deeply within my body. I could tell by your eyes and your smirk that you were pleased to know how aroused I was from the evening so far. 

Your fingers were saturated, and you began tracing from my clit to my nipples, collecting my essence, saliva, cum from you - stopping, teasing my hardened nipples before putting your wet fingers into my mouth so that I could taste you and me together before stopping abruptly. You started to walk away, instructing me not to move. Not to turn. Not to say anything. There would be no more questions and no more words uttered by me. I just needed to listen and do what I was told. 

“Put your arms above your head,” you demanded as you secured them and tied them above my head from a rope that was looped through a ceiling hook. After my hands were tied, you seemed to disappear, and the lights dimmed. I knew what was coming (not exactly, but. . . this was you) - your patience, your manipulation of my senses at its finest. You are a mastermind and calculating - your ability to set my body on fire has never been topped. I am completely yours. I know this. There could never be another to do what you can. 

I remember hearing you whisper raunchy, sweet words into each ear, barely touching my body but my soul...it was my soul that you were ravishing in momentous ways. You wanted me throbbing, oozing with pleasure, pulsating by just a tender touch, by just your voice. You wanted me to fully release myself from an intense orgasm just by the thought of you grazing my body and whispering in my ear. You wanted my essence flowing before you even fully pleasured me completely. You wanted to taste me on your lips as you continued to taunt and tease my body all night. This was just the beginning of the night. This is just the beginning of us.

~ Tegan Matthews, 10/2023