Author: Sunni Venus
Art: Marina Manoukian
Watch me play as I watch them touch each other.
See my eyes widen, my breath caught.
Catch the dip of my hips as a wave of arousal ripples through me—
My body shifting, my spirit transitioning from timid to wild.
I turn slowly, letting their moans ripple across my skin like warm salt water.
My eyes close. My mouth parts–like my thighs, soft and open.
I buzz my tension fruits free, trembling, until the tide crests and floods me whole.
See how I look at you as I get close, watching you resist stroking yourself.
You know who your body– your pleasure–belongs to.
You almost reach for your cock, but your training won’t let you disobey.
You wait, aching and obedient. You’re so good for me. Fuck–it makes me want you more. You wait, your gaze becoming more desperate–gasps, twitches, the ache of anticipation. I demand more from my wand. My body shakes, my head rolls back, and my juices soak the blanket that protects my sheets.
“I want your devotion to fill the air.”
I sit up and admire the curvature of your body. Your nipples hard. Your black leather collar snug at your throat. The gold links of your leash resting on your chiseled chest. The handle sits in your open hands, offered to me without a word. I want your devotion to fill the air.
“You were such a good boy for me. Come here, sweet boy. Come worship your Goddess.”
“Thank you, my Goddess. I ache to please you.”
You bow your head, presenting your leash. The leather is warm in my grip. I tug. You flinch, just the way I like.
“Get on your knees and show me how devoted you are. Make it fucking good.” I command, my voice deep, full of power.
“Happily, my Goddess.”
You lower yourself to your knees. I press my bare foot to your chest as I lean back. Your eyes never leave mine as you cradle my foot, kissing each toe. You linger at my Goddess toe, licking from base to tip. I shiver. You smirk.
You take your time. Tongue between my toes. I moan; my legs part wider. I want you to smell me, to grow hard from it.
Usually, I make you worship both feet, but I want you now. I lift my foot from your grasp. Your eyes open, watching, waiting for your next command. I lean back, legs spread wider. Your lips part, eager to taste. You pause seeking permission–I gesture to the water bottle.
“Drink first.” You do.
You dive in. Outer lips first–teasing, tracing. Your tongue is a gift. Breathe your essence into me. Slide your tongue inside, as you rub my clit. Look up at me–my lips bitten, my smile encouraging.
“More.”
You oblige. My clit swells. Your tongue goes deeper.
You slurp and twist my nipple.
“Fuck!” my body writhes.
I yank your leash and shove you back into my depths.
Oh my God–the thrill of controlling your breath while you eat my pussy is too delicious, I can’t hold back. I release into your mouth. I hold you there, feeding you more of me. I want you to bathe in her. Savor me. Drink my nutrients. Get drunk on my body. I keep you there until my trembling thighs force me to release you.
You gasp for air as you rub my clit, splashing my juices across our skin. I moan. I melt. I want more.
“Beg for the privilege of fucking me.”
“Please, Goddess–please let me fuck you.”
“Louder.” I yank on your leash.
“Please, Goddess, let me fuck you. I need to be inside you.”
You scream it– raw, needy. The juicy desperation in your voice makes me wetter.
“Good boy. That’s much better. You may fuck me.”
“Thank you, my Goddess.”
“Worship me. Make me feel divine.”
Make me gasp. Tangle your fingers in my hair. Bounce inside me until I melt. I tether your leash to my wrist and dig my nails into your back. I lick the sweat on your ear–salt and heat igniting my hunger. I bite–just enough to make you moan, just enough to make your leg shake.
“Lie on your back.”
I give you a slow, wicked grin. Knees planted beside your waist, I start to grind–slow, deliberate. Like the climb of a rollercoaster. I pause. Your breath catches. Your eyes widen. Then I drop. Tight. Deep. You moan. You smile. Your shaking body surrenders.
I move your hands to my ass. You grip. You spank. The sting surprises and makes me wetter. I ride you harder.
Worship me. Make me feel divine.
“Thank you for your gifts, my Goddess.”
Your reverence lights something primal in me.
I press my palms to your chest, grounding us. We lock eyes, and our moans begin to harmonize–pleasure reverberating in a shared rhythm. You slip out of me, breath ragged, your body undone.
We drink water. Share snacks. Exchange cuddles. Wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, I rest against you, satiated, adored, at peace.
You’re mine.
Trained. Tender. Devoted
I crafted this ache in you – this obedience.
And I’ll savor it for as long as you can take it.
About the Author:
Sunni Venus is a sensual storyteller and domme devoted to the erotic as ritual, art, and power. Her writing explores devotion, obedience, and the sacred dance between dominance and surrender. With roots in visual art and performance, they craft immersive worlds where pleasure becomes play and prayer. Follow her on Instagram (@goddess_sunni) to connect, collaborate, or worship.
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