Say Yes, Slut

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pleasurestoys
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Say Yes, Slut

Post by pleasurestoys » 08 Jul 2025 15:11

It started with a game.

He thought it would be something cute — maybe some flirty questions, maybe a dare or two. Something light. Playful. Safe.

He didn’t know I had other plans.

We sat cross-legged on the bed, screen between us, playing the Couple Game on PleasuresToys.com. The first few questions were innocent enough.

“Would you ever blindfold me?”
“Have you ever had a sex dream about someone else?”

He blushed. I smirked. And then the real fun began.

I clicked 'Make it wild.'

The next prompt hit like a slap.

“Would you let your partner call you their little slut?”

He hesitated.

So I slapped him.
Hard. Right across the cheek.

“Don’t think. Answer.” I growled.

He nodded, face flushed. “Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’d let you call me your little slut.”

I grabbed him by the jaw and pushed him back onto the mattress. My voice was low, dripping power. “Good boy.”

The next few prompts were worse — or better, depending on your angle.

“Let your partner tie you up.”
“Take control of their pleasure — or their pain.”

I straddled him, pinning his wrists with mine. No rope. Just force. Just pressure. He whimpered beneath me, already hard, already desperate.

“You wanted to play,” I whispered into his ear, biting the lobe, “Now you follow the rules.”

I slapped his chest — once, then twice.
Left pink marks blooming on pale skin.
“Say thank you.”

“Thank you.”

“Louder.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

That’s better.

I reached for the paddle. Yes, we keep toys on the nightstand. What kind of game night would it be otherwise?

Three hard strikes across his thighs. He moaned.
Another across his ass. He gasped.
I dragged my nails up his stomach and spat on his chest.

“You're nothing but a needy little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he whimpered. “Your slut.”

By the time we hit the final prompt — “Let your partner use you how they want tonight” — he didn’t even blink. Just nodded.

Obedient. Open. Ready.

I didn’t need the game to tell me what came next.
But I liked knowing it had brought him here.
To this place.
Naked. Vulnerable. Owned.

And begging for more.

?? Disclaimer:
This story is fictional and for entertainment purposes only. All themes depicted involve consensual adult play and should always be practiced with safety, communication, and mutual respect.

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