Dirty Talk

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Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional.

Rules for the subs:

1). Time to decide right now. Do you want to commit to being my slave for the duration of this story? Read the rest of the rules before you decide.

2) Did you decide 'yes?'. If so, put your hand to your chest over your heart, and a finger in your bottom lip as a promise. "Mistress Dyvia, I belong to you until you release me.

3) if you have a chastity belt, put it on now. If not, you may only play with yourself using the top of your smallest finger.

4) my slave (that's you?) should be marked. If you have lipstick, that is the mark I want on you. If not, take a marker and write, 'Mistress D's' above your genitals, but still hidden by your underwear.

5) you will stay aroused during the story. If you have a chastity cage, I expect full stimulation. If not; constant stroking by your little finger.

6) you must ask me for permission to cum, to do so, write with a pen and paper, 'your slave kindly requests an orgasm.'. If you cum early, you must swallow every drop, and apologize.

7) you are free once the above conditions have been met.

Enjoy.

MIstress Dyvia Presents:

Dirty Talk

By Mistress Dyvia

Erin stepped inside, she was playing with her phone when she stopped. Her husband, Paul, was watching porn. She clicked a few more buttons on her phone, slid it into her purse and dropped it on a chair as she walked to him. “Are you alright, hun?”

“I’m fine…” he said, as his hand was stroking between his legs.

“Have you tried making an appointment with a doctor?” she asked him softly.

“No, I don’t need a doctor.” He stopped stroking and his voice taking an instant note of annoyance, and then looked at her, “I’m fine.”

“Yeah, you’re fine when the maid’s around.” she said with s dark inflection in her voice.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I have seen that you have a pretty big dick in your pants when the maid is around.”

“That’s not true. Its just in your head.”

“Oh really, like you don’t go around watching everything she does with a blatant hard on.”

“Hun, that’s not true, please don’t be like that.”

She let out an annoyed sound herself, “well you clearly aren’t getting anywhere with your porn, maybe you could try doing something more productive, like cleaning the garage. You promised to do that weeks ago.

She positioned herself with her arms crossed over her chest, defensively… but she scowled, “Look, you haven’t been able to get hard in what? Six weeks? There could be something wrong. I’m concerned.” She was tempted to say ever since the maid showed up for her first weekly visit… but she held that back… this time.

There was a look of frustration in his eyes, and almost a bit of malice, but he looked up at her, and said, “Finger Puppet.” and snapped his fingers.

Erin let out a slow breath, and her face lost all emotion as she stood there, motionless.

Paul looked at her, shook his head, “take off your clothes.”

“Yes, Master.” her very monotone voice replied, and she moved her arms and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head as she uncrossed her arms, haplessly discarding her top on the floor. Then reaching behind herself, she unclasped her bra, and let it join her top. She unclasped her belt, unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off as well, getting stuck at her shoes. She stepped out of them, and then her pants. She quickly took off her lacy panties, and finally her socks. She stood naked before Paul.

“Sit.” he commanded, pointing to a soft and comfy looking chair.

“Yes, Master.” She sat down, crossing her legs and setting her folded hands on her lap.

“Hands on the armrest, and spread your legs.”

“Yes, Master.” She said as her hands moved to the arm rest, and she uncrossed her legs spreading them as wide as she could until her thighs met the same armrests her hands rested on.

Paul moved an ottoman, and sat on it in front of her. He reached between his legs and started stroking. But meeting her eyes, he simply said, “Masturbate.”

“Yes. Master.” And both of her hands moved between her legs, one stroking her the length of her slit, the other applying intermittent pressure on her clit. Small moans escaped her mouth.

He stroked harder, “Talk dirty.”

“Yes. Master.” she said with that same monotonous voice. But then her voice changed, something a bit more primal, a bit more aggressive. “I want you to fuck me.” She started.

“Yes…” he said as he continued to stroke.

She continued, “I want your big fat cock* stuffed in my tiny pussy. Oh god, I need a cock in my pussy… Master’s cock is the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen, the most perfect cock I’ve ever touched. I want you in me everyday, all day. Spread my legs, bend me over a table and fuck me.”

“Yes. Just like that.” he encouraged.

“Stretch me out. Don’t be gentle.. Take what’s yours. Take me. Force your big, hard cock into my sloppy wet cunt. “

Paul let out a grunt as he quickly stroked faster and faster, though the expression on his face showed that he wasn’t getting hard yet, regardless of how intensely he was jerking. His eyes never left her body, as one hand left her slit and started cupping and teasing her breasts. Always having a finger or thumb teasing the tip of her nipples as they turned more and more red.

“Make me your slut.” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, “Just the idea of you thrusting into my sloppy wetness is just as hot as you sticking your big fucking dick into my brain.” She let out a staggering breath…

He encouraged with a soft, mm-hmmm.”

“Fuck me until I remember the only thing I do is fuck. My purpose is fucking, and make my husband cum. I have three holes ready for use at any time. JUst come to me, and force it in, I will love it. I could cum just from the idea of you sticking your throbbing member in my mouth alone.

“You want my dick in your mouth?” He asked, like it was a trigger…

"Use my mouth. I'm such** a cockslut!" She said as one finger slowly started moving inside herself.

Paul kept stroking. "That's it, more." One hand squeezing his balls as the other used two fingers to stroke. His face showed he still couldn't get hard, though he was clearly trying harder and harder…

"I'm a cum slut! I want to suck your dick all day long. Drink your cum. Breakfast, lunch and dinner!"

"Oh, fuck!" He explained as he continued. Clearly she was saying all the things that turned him on, which was adding to the frustration.

"I wear red lipstick all the time to remind you to stick your big dick in my mouth. Ram it down my throat! In and out. Choke me with it. Make me your cock slut. Claim me, mark me with your cum. Just give it to me! Fuck I need your dick in my mouth!"

He continued to stroke with two fingers, a grunt of aggravation escaping his throat... Clearly he found this hot, clearly he still wasn’t getting anywhere...

"Wrap your fingers in my hair and fuck my throat. Need to feel that mammoth member throbbing between my lips as you ram it in my mouth. Face fuck me. Face fuck your cock slut.”

"Don't stop!" He encouraged with command in his voice.

"Mark me as your slut. Shoot your load all over my tits and my face. Nothing says ‘hot slut’ like a glazed whore... Make me your hot slut, make me your glazed cock whore."

"Oh, fuck." He said as if he felt stirrings that were unbelievable, but his shoulders showed, it wasn't enough... "Oh?" He asked.

"I can lick it off my face, or just have you cum in my mouth. Make me beg to swallow with my eyes. The only breakfast, lunch or dinner a cum slut like me needs." She told him with an enthusiasm not found in a hypnotized pet. “R I can make you a sandwich first, still naked, with cm dripping off my face onto my naked chest…”

The smile on his face showed the pride at how well he had programmed his wife...

She slid two fingers into her warm wet pussy. Even as the moan pulled from her throat, she tried to tell him more, "slide it in my tight snatch. Fuck me.. hard... Fast... Harder. Faster..."

He gasped, "I don't know if you really want it."

"I want it so bad I can taste it. Fold my arms behind my back, you get my head and fuck my face until I taste your jizz... Feel it squirting in the back of my throat..." She let out a bit of a squeak as her third finger stretched herself out...

"What else?" He asked.

"Push me down on my back, force my legs open, and pound the fuck out of my fucking fuck hole. Squeeze my fucking boobs, as you fucking hold on for dear life as you fucking pound me and the fucking bed into fucking submission..."

"I could do that..." he stated plainly.

"Or you could bend me over the kitchen table, still fully clothed, remind me how wet I am... Fuck me doggy style just to prove to me that I'm your bitch in heat... Always wet for you, my clit swollen, my nipples red and raw with desire for your mountain of a cock. Make me beg for Master to bring me to an orgasm."

He beat the meat between his legs furiously, a continued frustration echoing in his breath, it was getting painful for him, but he wouldn’t give up…. This should be enough, this was fucking hot and he still want getting hard. As far as he was concerned if she wasn't fucking tranced out of her mind, this would be embarrassing.

"Make me cum with your throbbing meat just by sticking it down my throat. Lay me on the bed, my head hanging over the mattress as I look up at your juicy, meaty, and glorious cock and feel you force it in my mouth and down my throat... Feel my throat expand around it as you fuck me to oblivion..."

That should have done it for him, he knew it, but still not quite. He almost groaned in frustration, but it came out as an aggressive grunt as he tried playing with his balls... Watching his wife finger fuck herself mindlessly, while furiously stroking her clit, and practically begging for his cock like some cum drunk slut should have him past his limit, but she just continued through her moans.

"Or you can lay back, I can do all the work. Suck your dick till it's throbbing for you, and you can feel my slopping went fuck hole drop into your magnificent beast of a fuck pole. And I would squeeze my pussy as I pushed down further and further... Feeling your hands on my tits. Watch me… feel me fuck you…”

Neither of them had heard the sound, but suddenly there was an, “Hey, Guys its just-” a pause, “Oh!” followed by a “Sorry.”

Paul covered himself up and ran out of the room clearly embarrassed only saing, “Snap out of it.” While snapping his fingers.

Erin looked up, and saw her best friend. She had texted her to come over in a little bit, just before she started talking to her husband. “Hi.”

“Hi” Nicole said back as she watched her friend pull some clothes on. “Umm… What did I just walk in on?”

Erin let out a little giggle, “A husband and wife masturbating in front of one another.”

“But didn’t I just see…?”

“Yup!” she answered.

“Are you going to explain this to me?”

Erin giggled again, “Do you really want to hear it?”

Nicole nodded her head, “Yuh.”

She leaned in close and whispered so her husband wouldn’t hear, “He thinks he hypnotized me into being his obedient slut.”

Her eyebrow rose, “And the truth is?”

“I hypnotized him, he has no idea his erectile dysfunction is because he is wearing a chastity cage. Every time I tell him to see a doctor about it, it triggers him to want to trigger me. He gets more frustrated, he triggers me, and still can’t get hard. Still can’t cum… and he usually watches me get off on what he tells me to do.” She smiled a bit, I’ve also got him to do more cleaning around the house…”

“How did you do that?”

She smiled, “When I do take off his chastity belt, dresses up like a maid, with a tented skirt and cleans the place.”

Nicole chuckled, “that’s just cruel.”

“You don’t know the half of it…” A wicked grin crossing her face, “He thinks he is watching her the whole time, and its the only time he remembers getting hard.”

“So… when are you going to take it off him and quit fucking with his head?” she asked in a more curious than judgmental way.

“When he cleans the garage he promised to do it three months ago, and the promise note is still on the fridge.”

“Will you undo the maid thing?”

She shrugged, “Undecided.”

"And if you want your husband to perform his husbandly duties?” Nicole asked, seemingly genuinely curious.

Erin giggled more, “Put a strap-on around his waist and make him think it’s his idea,” but she cut herself off as she heard stairs descending down the steps…

As the two of them stared at each other in silence, Paul stepped into the room, avoiding eye contact with the women, then he said, "Hi Nicole. Sorry, avoiding embarrassment, I'm just gonna cut the grass."

Nicole smiled sweetly, "I understand, but it's a hot day, maybe clean the garage instead, it's cooler in the shade?" her advice was offered kindly.

He paused, "maybe..." he said with consideration and hurriedly left.

And the two friends looked at each other as the silence held between them... And about a minute and a half later, they heard the lawnmower start and the silence was broken by their collective giggles.

The End.

Moral of the story: If you have a wife with a deviant mind, knowledge of hypnosis, and you not only promise to clean the garage, but put it in writing… Clean the mother-fucking garage!

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Bloopers:

*Cock: was autocorrected to Coke, and I didn’t catch it til later, wonder if it was a standard can or a two liter?

**I’m a such cockslut: Originally: “I’m a sick cockslut,” thanks autocorrect, really. But there was potential in that. I’m sick with cocklust maybe?