He commands me with every stinging slap, his hand never leaving my throat to remind me who is in charge. With a crack he orders me not to stop, to keep touching myself, to who him how much I like it. My fingers don’t stop as he slaps me again and again, telling me I’m a good girl and to keep going. He can feel me tensing and then with another sharp smack he reminds me “not yet” another slap reminding me I’m his little whore and not yet, and yet another demanding I stroke faster even as I struggle not to come. Finally, when my eyes are filled with nothing but spinning stars and the weary, delirious pleasure of complete surrender, he cracks me across the cheek again and again and again, slapping me in a steady rhythm, telling me “Now, whore, cum for me… cum for me… cum for me” and my choked off cries and exhausted bucking bring a smile to his face as he looks down at me.
He needs to stretch either his tongue or balls. Most likely both.