His Esoteric Tastes

He said “every princess needs a naughty chair for the naughty corner...”
 
and I scoffed and mumbled under my breath as he had the chair custom made to suit his proclivity to making me cycle up and down his perversions for hours on end to balance our bond; and between his need for watching me pleasure myself the way he instructed, and my desire to release my tension, it worked.  
 
Eventually, I became the epitome of those things as I oft urged him to put me in the naughty corner; impaled deeply, which became a daily occurrence for sometimes weeks on end.  
 
And, it hurt so good.  
 
Of course, he’d instruct me on which way he wanted me to face as he oft enjoyed plunging into my gaping mouth with a fistful of hair whilst I straddled the chair until I filled my wet glistening aching need with that gorgeous filling vibrator.  
 
Some days, he makes me abstain until I can’t help but gush all over him; particularly if he’s licking and sucking my swollen pulsating bud whilst I’m impaling myself like a cock hungry whore that just can’t get enough of him.  
 
Until, of course... he flips me around, and tongues my tight little arse right before burying his throbbing hard cock deep inside me and I’m in awe at the depth of being filled to the brim as he slips his fingers into my mouth as I lick them clean.  
 
And in that moment, he crowns me his; always making sure he finishes me off before taking what’s his, gently but ferociously & deeply.