Momma's lips touch my neck, my sensitive nature purring and whining at her. She chuckles at my sensitivity. Her hands caress down my shoulders to my belly, goosebumps raised across my skin from her simple touch. She suckles on the throbbing point of my throat, earning a pleased groan out of me.
"Momma, please."
"Shh." Her knuckles feather over my stomach, her fingers lifting my shirt. I squirm in her hold, and she drips her hand down my pants, the smooth, silky material of my undies in the way of pure bliss.
"Momma's gonna make you feel good." I lean back against the car seat, spreading my knees for her. "Relax and let me please you, Baby."
I flick my tongue out to wet my lips, a dry moan heaving my throat and making me sound feral with a need to my ears. Gosh, I've never needed my mommy this bad. She's like this never-ending fountain of fresh bliss I can never get enough of. No matter how much water she sprinkles onto my tongue, I always need more.
Her fingers begin to work their magic. Parting my lower lips, she gets a good feel of just how wet and ready I am for her. How long I've been needing this— craving her. My shoulders lock, and my thigh muscles clench when her fingers pinch my swollen clit, the little bud sending pleasurable tingles down my spine. White-hot flashes spark in my eyes, and I let out another throaty moan.
Her fingers find my little hole, quickly filling me up and pumping in and out of me. Taking my lower lip between my teeth, I brace myself. I'm about to cum. I'm about to bathe in her fountain of bliss for the—
"I packed up our bags, love. Ready to go?"
Megan, my mommy, pulls me out of my vivid dream, and reality crashes into the haze, the bright and fresh colors dulling out to fit the image surrounding us. I huff, then clear my throat.
"Yes, Mommy. We can go now." She looks at me funny, trying to decipher for herself what's going on. I offer her a quick smile and distract myself by buckling my belt.
I must have gotten away with my daydreaming. It always freaking happens to me. Simply closing my eyes, leaning back, and relaxing is enough to sink me into a fantasy. Either way, Megan always fulfills or seems to impress me with her ability to pleasure and please the crap out of me. But I can never get enough of her and her wicked tongue.
"You're awfully quiet, Azlea." She looks over at me, her hand resting on the steering wheel as she drives us to the grocery store. "Is something on your mind?"
"Just sleepy." I yawn and sink into the car seat, the trees passing by in a quick blur.
She hums as a response.
As I close my eyes and push away any thought threatening to slip through the cracks, a vibrating within me jolts me in my seat. The sensation travels up my inner walls and wetness pools in my panties. My gaze snaps over to Megan, a smirk resting on those perfectly plump lips.
Flicking her bright red tongue out to coat them with gloss, she traces the outline of her bottom lip. I follow her motion, my hips rolling uncontrollably.
"It'll stay on low the entire time." Her green eyes connect with mine, a blush forming on my neck at being caught. "Try not to cum."
Easier said than done.
The car pulls over, and she steps out. I watch as she walks over to my side, her tall figure looking feminine and leaking dominance. Her short skirted dress flows with a blowing breeze, and golden locks of hair gleam with the sun. She's beautiful, and all mine.
"Come, sweetheart, we have groceries to buy." She says as she opens my door and holds out her hand to me, palm facing up. I take her hand and allow her to pull me out, using her strength to find my balance as the world around me sways.
The vibrator shifts with gravity and a moan leaks past my lips, causing me to grip her hand tighter. She pulls me closer, my fingers quivering in her hold. I curl into her side as she leads us across the parking lot, small jolts of pleasure raking up my spine and my breathing slowly becoming uneven.
My momma wears a satisfied smirk on her perfect features, making her look sexier than she already is. I pull my gaze from her, already knowing I'll break in pleads if I soak her beauty in for any longer. If that happens, gosh, my punishment will be unbearable. Megan doesn't like it when anything disrupts her day to day plans, much less her needy baby.
I know she'd much rather tease me to the point where I'm dripping down my thighs, ready and begging for her to take me. Whether it's in the car, at the lot, or at home all depends on how much I can bear and how much she puts me through. I'm lucky the vibrator is on low, but it's still enough of a tease to leave me quivering for a higher frequency. I need my walls ruined.
Sighing, momma grabs one of the shopping carts by the entrance and quickly hoists me onto the seat. I'm small enough to fit into the regular-sized ones, but my thighs just barely sit comfortably, so momma goes to the little cart crafted especially for babygirls such as myself. They were created after the large Daddy corporation took power, giving us littles and doms in this lifestyle an opportunity to live comfortably without seclusion.
The bar between my thighs makes it impossible to cross them, preventing me from easing the prickles of pleasure and the burning need cramping up my stomach. My personal torture, as I'd put it.
Megan pushes the cart and I avert my gaze from my surroundings, gripping the handle bar and bouncing my leg. The toy vibrates at a steady rhythm, the sensation traveling up my walls and teasing my spots. It drives me insane, it's not enough. God, I need more.
Slender fingers find my chin and tilt it up. I'm met with her emerald gaze burning down into me and straight through my core. She looks displeased, intimidating, and it's freaking hot.
"Wipe that look off your face, little one. I know what you want, what that sweet pussy of yours is begging for." She grips my jaw tightly and leans forward, our noses touching. " You're not getting it for a while, so I suggest composing yourself."
Her stern tone makes me gulp, but I only manage a slight nod. She lets me go then parks the cart, walking away to pick something off one of the shelves. I let out an uneven breath. I need to compose myself, I've already gotten one strike. Breathe, Azlea, breathe.
When I open my eyes Megan is gone from sight and I swear my body revs with exhilaration. I count to five, making sure she's really gone from the isle she left me in before I reach over to her purse. Panting, I pull out the bright pink remote. My fingers quiver with elation and my vision blurs.
I press the button to turn the vibrator up. Moans choke in my throat and my head falls back. I press the button once more and the intensity nearly sends me over the edge. White hot flashes, just as I had seen in the car, decorate my vision and I close my lids. My thighs quiver and clench, I can practically feel her fingers knuckles deep. Nearly at my release, my ears begin to ring and my body hums.
"The hell do you think you're doing, Alzea?"
The remote is pulled from my grasp and my seeping pleasure is halted. Panting, I'm met with my enraged mommy. Her chest heaves, matching my pace, but her eyes are a shade darker and a snarl pulls at her lip.
"When we get home I'll show you exactly what happens to misbehaving little girls." She begins, her tone tightened and steam practically rolls off her tense shoulders.
"I-I Momma." I whine, sinking back away from her.
"I-I" She mocks. "Numb baby couldn't help herself hmm? Needed to disobey mommy and please that needy pussy."
She chuckles and lifts me from the cart, her firm grip on my wrist. Leading us down the isle, she walks up to the shortest line before turning to me. A mischievous glint shines in her eye and she takes me in for a moment.
Pulling out the remote from her pocket she waves it in front of me. A whimper leaves my lips when she wraps my hair around her fingers and tugs back, making me look up at her and pinning me in my spot. "You want pleasure? Fine."
She chuckles then presses the button. Once. Twice. Then all the way up near the last setting. I gasp and double over, my muscles spasming painfully.
"Momma!" I exclaim, capturing the attention of a few eyes around us.
"Shut it." She hisses in my ear. "You are to stay this way— a quivering, needy, dumb mess until we get home. I'll deal with your insubordination later."
I swallow back my saliva, my shoulders quivering, and I hold back tears.
* * *
Now back at home, momma slams her door shut then walks over to me. My door is nearly ripped off and she pulls me out by my hair. I stumble into the house and almost fall to the ground. Tears stream down my face and momma holds me in her tight grip.
"Wipe those tears, little girl. Compose yourself and go to the playroom." She orders, steadying me on my wobbly legs.
"Yes, ma'am." I hiccup then stumble down the hall.
The bright pink door stands at the end of the hall and my heated skin touches the cold doorknob. Opening the door, my sniffles and whimpers echo throughout the room. I open the drawer and pull out my collar then head to the center of the room to wait for her.
Kneeling on my knees with my palms flat on my lap, the cold floor awakens my skin. I stare at the collar on the floor, the tears leaking out and painting my lap. I got myself into this punishment and I deserve it. No way out now.
I bite my lip as her tall form walks through the door, but I keep my gaze averted and pinned to the ground. If I were to look up at her that would be a sign of challenge and that is not something I want to do right now. She is fuming, I can feel it in the air.
"I expected you to be stripped." She clicks her tongue, commanding me to stand. Crouching, she picks up the collor before coming back up to face me. Her free hand reaches out and she tugs on the spaghetti straps of my tank before yanking it down. I gulp back my moans as her fingers freely grope my breasts, my thin t-shirt bra the only thing in our way.
Her lips find my neck and she soon has my bra off. Keeping my hands pinned to my side to keep from touching her, I finally meet her eyes when she pulls out of my neck. The cold leather of my collar wraps around my throat, my mind immediately submitting to her completely.
This woman owns me. I am hers to command. To break. To mold into whatever shape she desires. I am her submissive.
She maintains firm eye contact as she sinks to her knees, planting soft kisses down my belly to the end of my navel. My legs part for her to drop my panties.
Swiftly turning me around, my back is pressed flush against her chest and her hand grips around the base of my throat. I suck in a breath, my legs still parted for her, and she dips her cold fingers into my wetness.
"Don't make a fucking sound." She hisses into my ear and I sink into her hold.
Before the pleasure could build, she walks me over harshly to the exposure bench near us. I swallow back my words, knowing I'm not allowed to speak. She shoves me onto it and I sit into position.
"Hold your legs up, slutty pup." She juts her chin out and begins to untangle one of the restraints. She's going to restrain me, leaving me at her mercy. My body quivers with anticipation and my empty pussy cries for a touch.
She had pulled the vibrator out of me as soon as we got to the car. Before I could cum and scream her name in the lot, alerting everyone of our business.
I obey to her command and lean back with my thighs pressed to my chest, my pussy in clear view with the air lapping at the hot flesh. The cold chain bites at my skin as she wraps the cuffs around my ankles and wrists. She adjusts the seat so I have a full view of my pussy and her face near inches from it.
Holding up a vibrator, the thick girth of it staring back at me, she waves it near my pussy. "You want this, baby?"
I nod feverishly, tugging at the restraints around my wrists.
"Beg for it." She presses the tip to my clit and rubs harsh circles, my eyes closing in bliss. Sleek wetness dribbles out of my pussy and I cry out with pleasure. My hips roll with her motion then she pulls away the toy.
My pussy earns a harsh slap and I hiss. Sparks fly behind my lids and my back arches from the seat.
"Please." I whisper hoarsely. When I open my eyes she's staring at me intently. Whimpers slip past my lips as she positions the toy by my entrance. My head falls back on the seat when she eases the girth into me, slowly pushing the head past my entrance and sinking the entirety of the length deep inside me.
"Momma." I gasp. She shushes me and pumps the length at a steady pace, slowly building up my release. Rising from her crouch, she hovers over me and shifts the toy's position so it reaches deeper inside me.
She knows my body so well. What feels best and what sends me over the edge. She's studied me for months, analyzing my reactions. The changes in my breathing, my quivering, the arching of my back. She knows everything, and she's going to use it against me.
I cry out when her palm cracks against my right ass cheek. The prickling sensations mix and travel up my spine, my skin tingling with hot pain. She spanks me one more time and speeds up her pumping. The toy reaches unimaginable spots and the spanks build up the intense pleasure.
She continues her torture, speeding up her pace with each spank until I nearly break beneath her. The restrains around my joins clank and I wrap my fingers around the chains, my back arching as a heat flows through my veins. White hot flashes decorate my vision and my lips curl into an 'o' shape.
"Cum, my slut."
A scream rips through my throat, my body thrashing against the restraints as sheer pleasure takes over my senses. Moisture gushes out of me and coats the toy shoved deep inside me. My walls clench tightly as the orgasm travels through me.
I come to my senses when my orgasm passes. My legs fall from the cuffs and my body drops from exhaustion. Momma holds my legs to her and she crouches down to pick me up.
"Rest now, babygirl." She presses soft kisses to my neck and carries me out of the room.
I softly thank her for going easy on me and allowing me to cum. She chuckles and closes the door behind her then walks us to our room where the bed greets me for the longest sleep.