Taking the Fucking Compliment

This erotic story excerpt by Quenby from Taking the Fucking Compliment was originally published by Quenby Creatives and is a finalist in the Good Sex Awards Best Kink Category. Show it some love and vote for this story in the Readers' Choice awards by 20 June.

Taking the Fucking Compliment

CW: Bondage, Exhibitionism, Fisting, Rimming, Cum Fetish, Orgasm Control, Humiliation, Crying

Charlie hooked their fingers into the pockets of their hoody and gave me a shy smile. I grinned and leaned down, sharing a tender kiss as my arms wrapped around their small frame, my hands running down to grope their bare ass. I pulled back, drinking in the delightful moan they let out as our lips parted, and peeled off their hoody. A soft growl rumbled up through my throat as I took them in, gloriously naked and gently trembling with intoxicating anticipation.

“Are you ready, pet?”

“Yes Ma’am” squeaked Charlie.

“You know your safeword?” I checked.

“Red.”

A grin twisted my face as I reached down to pick up a bundle of rope “Good pet, arms behind your back.”

I slowly circled them, running the loop of rope in my hand over Charlie’s delicate skin. With practiced hands I secured the first tie around their wrists as I leaned in close and kissed softly up the back of their neck before breathing softly in their ear. Their moan was cut short by a gasp as I placed the first wrap with unexpected speed. A cinch, another wrap, a minute later the harness was finished. Charlie’s arms and chest were held firmly in place, helplessly exposed in my rope.

I checked they were comfortable, then pushed them forward, laughing as I caught their surprised stumble. I pressed my body against theirs from behind, my left hand tracing their jawline as the right slipped down their body.

“Such a clumsy little pet, I’ll have to take good care of you.” They blushed in humiliation, compounded by the undignified whimper they let out as my fingers started to tease their sopping cunt.

“Go through to the other room, on your knees so you don’t trip over.” Charlie’s cheeks were incandescent by now, they dropped to their knees and began an undignified shuffle. Their progress slowed further as I took this opportunity to tease their chest, and ass, and cunt.

After a few flustered minutes we arrived at the doorway and they saw the set up I had prepared for them. Next to the bed was a chair, and suctioned to the middle of the seat was a marvelous monstrosity. A thick, twisting rubber tentacle in lilac and green with a white cable attached to the base. Set up to capture the whole profane show was a camera hooked up to my laptop.

Charlie stopped in their tracks, a soft whimper slipping from their lips. “I sent a link to a few of your trusted friends, are you ready to put on a show?”

They ground their crotch against my hand as they nodded with enthusiastic consent. I removed my fingers and tasted the musky wetness clinging to my fingers, then lifted them up and carried them across the room. My strong fingers gripped their thighs, spreading them open and showing my pet off for the camera. Then, oh so slowly, I began lowering them onto the dildo. Their cunt yielded to the girthy toy, their moan as it filled them sent searing lust coursing through me. A snarl slipped past my lips as I lowered their feet to the ground, stretching their greedy hole further in the process.

“Ride it for me, show everyone how much of that thick fucking tentacle you can take.” Guided by my hand on the chest harness they used their legs to bounce on the monstrous toy, filling the bedroom with noise as they groaned into the camera.

I leaned down and pushed a plunger. Charlie yelped in surprise as what they’d assumed to be an electrical cable began pumping thick cum up and out through the toy. They threw back their head and babbled in delirious pleasure as cum leaked out around the toy. “Oh fuckfuckfuckFUUUCK! I can feel it pumping me full of monster cum. Oh fuck, please Quenby, please let me cum.”

“Of course pet, I’ve got a vibrator right here for you.” I paused and leaned in towards their ear, a sadistic smirk twisting my face. “All you need to do is accept a compliment.”

They twisted round to face me, caught between lust and anxiety. “I … Uh … I can’t?” The response came at a whisper, thick with gut wrenching vulnerability.

I leaned in and held them for a moment, trying to push as much love as I could into the gesture. When I spoke my voice was soft and tender, “Do you want to stop there Charlie?”

We stayed there for a timeless moment, watching their face twist through a barrage of emotions. Finally, they shook their head, and we shared à tender kiss.

I lifted them off the chair, tentacle spunk leaking from their gaping hole as I carried them over to the bed. Pushing them down, I positioned them with their face in the pillows and their ass and cunt spread open before me. I left them bound, helpless, and squirming as I repositioned the camera and pulled on a glove. They jumped as latex slapped against their ass, and I set a vibrator down in front of their face.

Hungry eyes watched it as I spoke to them. “Tell me that you’re a wonderful person who brings joy to the people around them and deserves to be treated with kindness and love. Say that, and I’ll use this to make you cum so hard you can’t speak. Ok?”

“That’s so mean!” Charlie whined. “… yes ma’am.”

Slowly, I began pushing my hand into their slick cunt. Two fingers slipped in without a moment’s resistance, swiftly followed by a third. At four fingers they began to buck and writhe, grinding their cunt against the hand buried inside them.

“I live you, you wonderful, ridiculous person. Are you ready to take a fucking compliment yet?” I had to raise my voice to be heard over their guttural grunts and moans.

“Uh … uhhh … UNGH! Please … Mercy!”

I smirked at their desperate pleas, my fingers tracing a teasing circle just around their aching clit. “Well that doesn’t sound like a safeword or accepting a compliment! And those are the only ways you’re getting out of this.”

A desperate shuddering sob wracked Charlie’s body as I removed my hand from their clit. As my gloved hand began thrusting into them again I lowered my mouth to their ass. My tongue darted out, wetting the puckered skin around their hole. Charlie moaned and arched their back, presenting my much anticipated snack. I watched the hole flutter as I breathed warm breath in, and inhaled that sweet musk. I felt their cunt twitch around my fingers as I licked, and sucked, and pushed my tongue in. Our groans entwined along with our bodies as we shared this profane sacrament.

Their writhing need found a new edge of urgency, and through the overwhelming sensation they managed to cry out, “Please Ma’am, I’ll say it. I need to cuuuum!”

I pulled out of Charlie’s perfect holes and used the chest harness to reposition them once more, lifting them up on my lap. We faced the camera, my legs spreading theirs obscenely wide, one hand holding a vibe against their cunt while the other arm holding them tight against my chest. “Look straight down the lens and say it to all the people watching you be a perfect little slut for me.”

Charlie trembled in my arms as they looked into the camera and recited in quavering tones, “I’m a wonderful person who brings joy to the people around them and deserves to be treated with kindness and love.”

I held them tight and leaned in to whisper in their ear “Good pet, I’m proud of you!” With that I flicked on the vibrator and pressed it firmly against their crotch.

Charlie bucked their hips and ground against the toy, squirming as it brought them closer and closer. Finally they let out a choked sob of need, and arched up against the vibrations. Their legs spasmed and jerked, animalistic howls filling the room as finally, gloriously, they unravelled in my arms.

I held them till the aftershocks had dissipated, then turned off the vibrator. With practice hands I untied them, then laid them down in bed. I got up to switch off the camera, then joined them. Face to face now, I could see the cathartic tears running down their cheeks, and leaned in to kiss them away.

My hand reached out and grabbed the water set aside for us and their much loved hoody and handed over both.

As they pulled on the comforting clothing, I whispered into their ear “I love you Charlie, so much. And I’m so proud of you. Is there anything else I can get you?”

They buried their face in my chest and cuddled me with a fierce possessiveness. Taking the hint, I held them with that same intense love, wordlessly reassuring them that I wasn’t going anywhere. And so we remained, holding each other right until we drifted off, limbs heavy with fatigue and bodies humming with endorphins.

 

 

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Quenby is a queer writer, artist, and activist based in the UK. Their work ranges from joyous trans comedy to shameless smut – exploring themes of identity, queer history, and alternative sexuality. You can find them on social media @QuenbyCreatives.

 

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