So i reblogged a post about pussy warming and not i cant stop thinking about it. like your tongue pressed against her sex, maybe somehow your head is secured against her so you cant pull away and struggle to move your tongue so you are forced to just sit there, under her desk or kneeled on the floor in the living room, just feeling how wet she is and continues to get, tasting every last bit. Brain fuzzy with need.
You're naked apart from your collar, kitten ears and tail plug, while she is fully clothed, her skirt pushed up for you to warm her. Drool covering your chin and dripping down you. A pathetic puddle on the floor from between your legs, too dumb and fuzzy to understand how your owner has so much self-control, obviously not realising this is exactly what is getting her off, the power, the submission, the control, your helplessness.
She knows that you will use your tongue to get her off multiple times throughout the night, everytime after, you will end up warming her again until she is ready, mommy eagerly watching that puddle of arousal get bigger and bigger beneath you, how you get more and more desperate without any release, face covered in a mix of tears,drool and her arousal.
Who knows if she will even let you get off tonight? drunk off the power. Maybe if you are really un-lucky she will put on the strap right before bedtime, watch you sigh and squirm in happiness and excitement just to find out you will now be forced to warm her strap all night now, seeing how you look panicked and whimper but dont fight it when she sheaths herself within you and ties you into her with silk do you cant pull out or get off while she is asleep.