Jfc my phone keeps autocorrecting to past tense. Sorryyyyyy maybe it’s not obvious but that stuff bugs the hell out of me *takes deep breath* It’s just Twitter porn. 
⏳doesn’t feel like he has any purpose anymore.
It’s all he wants.
Can this mysterious Domme give him that, even for an hour?
If he can make her happy, if he can please her, however she wants that from him, maybe everything else won’t be so bad.
It’s all he wants.
Can this mysterious Domme give him that, even for an hour?
If he can make her happy, if he can please her, however she wants that from him, maybe everything else won’t be so bad.
🦋 is shaking. She can’t really be considering this. She is. She’s considering it.
🦋 wants it.
What if she can have it without ⏳ ever knowing it’s her?
🦋 never gets turned on by Domming. Sure, it makes her feel sexy, powerful. But it doesn’t make her pussy aching and wet.
🦋 wants it.
What if she can have it without ⏳ ever knowing it’s her?
🦋 never gets turned on by Domming. Sure, it makes her feel sexy, powerful. But it doesn’t make her pussy aching and wet.
Thinking of her tío on his knees in front of her makes her throb.
🦋 wants to see ⏳ desperate, aching, hard for her. She wants to be all that can fulfill him, the only one who can give him relief.
🦋 won’t treat him like his girlfriend. She wants him to know he’s a good boy.
🦋 wants to see ⏳ desperate, aching, hard for her. She wants to be all that can fulfill him, the only one who can give him relief.
🦋 won’t treat him like his girlfriend. She wants him to know he’s a good boy.
I’m thinking in this story, ⏳ has noticed how attractive 🦋 has gotten and adored her, but he’s never thought of her “like that.” The sexual attraction is all one sided right now. 🦋 has been thirsting for him so hard she can barely stand to be around him.
It takes two days for 🦋 to respond.
⏳’s heart flies out of his chest when he sees the message.
‘You’re acceptable. Tribute is 400.’
🦋 hasn’t seen him since Christmas, and she had avoided him all day. She couldn’t stand being around his girlfriend.
⏳’s heart flies out of his chest when he sees the message.
‘You’re acceptable. Tribute is 400.’
🦋 hasn’t seen him since Christmas, and she had avoided him all day. She couldn’t stand being around his girlfriend.
Okay going to get back to it in the morning but I need to know what y’all think about 🦋 as a Domme. How far will she go with ⏳when it comes to pain/ degradation/ humiliation?
Okay, you have spoken. Gentle Domme it is.
🦋 hasn’t seen ⏳ since Christmas when she’d avoided him all day. She couldn’t stand being around his girlfriend.
Pilar. Beautiful. Smart. A successful realtor. But 🦋 knows she doesn’t share Bruno’s love for literature or stories. She doesn’t get his absurd sense of humor.
Pilar. Beautiful. Smart. A successful realtor. But 🦋 knows she doesn’t share Bruno’s love for literature or stories. She doesn’t get his absurd sense of humor.
Pilar hates his rats. His cheap thriftstore furniture. His eccentricities. 🦋 can’t understand what he sees in her really.
Christmas had been miserable for 🦋. ⏳ tried to talk to her so many times, and she would find excuses to evade him.
Christmas had been miserable for 🦋. ⏳ tried to talk to her so many times, and she would find excuses to evade him.
⏳ couldn’t know that seeing him with Pilar was making 🦋 sick.
🦋 watched as he spent the whole day catering to Pilar, trying to engage her with the family, bringing her drinks, making sure she had whatever she needed.
🦋 watched as he spent the whole day catering to Pilar, trying to engage her with the family, bringing her drinks, making sure she had whatever she needed.
Pilar played the nice girl part to everyone else, but she didn’t fool 🦋. Her eyes were cold and her barbs were subtle. ⏳ needed a haircut. ⏳ never finished anything. ⏳ had too many Phish t shirts.
🦋 had wanted to slap her across her bony face.
🦋 had wanted to slap her across her bony face.
Bruno just wants to make a girl happy, 🦋 thinks. That’s why he reached out to a Domme. It makes sense.
🦋 will finally know what it’s like for her tío to cater to her and only her. She’ll give ⏳ a chance to be useful like he craves, make sure he’s rewarded like he deserves.
🦋 will finally know what it’s like for her tío to cater to her and only her. She’ll give ⏳ a chance to be useful like he craves, make sure he’s rewarded like he deserves.
⏳ pulls up to 🦋’s apartment on a warm, rainy night.
⏳ is shaking. He doesn’t know if he can get out of the car. What is he doing here? What if he does something wrong? Says something wrong? This is going to end up being another disaster in his already disastrous life.
⏳ is shaking. He doesn’t know if he can get out of the car. What is he doing here? What if he does something wrong? Says something wrong? This is going to end up being another disaster in his already disastrous life.
⏳ can’t know that Mistress Mariposa is just as nervous.
🦋 hasn’t been Domming all that long. It’s mostly old, fat, married guys. Never someone she actually wants, someone she knows so well.
What if her plan to keep her identity from him fails? What if he tells her parents?
🦋 hasn’t been Domming all that long. It’s mostly old, fat, married guys. Never someone she actually wants, someone she knows so well.
What if her plan to keep her identity from him fails? What if he tells her parents?
But it’s too late.
There’s a knock at the door.
🦋 has turned the lights off and lit candles everywhere. She will use darkness as her disguise. What he can’t see, he can’t know.
She pitches her voice up and changes her accent just slightly.
There’s a knock at the door.
🦋 has turned the lights off and lit candles everywhere. She will use darkness as her disguise. What he can’t see, he can’t know.
She pitches her voice up and changes her accent just slightly.
🦋’s plan. Use Spanish pronunciation instead of Latin American. She’s practiced. It’s almost convincing, just different enough. She hopes.
Change a few conjugations, add a bit of breathy lilt…
She’s acting. Like a character in one of his books or telenovelas ⏳ loves so much.
Change a few conjugations, add a bit of breathy lilt…
She’s acting. Like a character in one of his books or telenovelas ⏳ loves so much.
🦋 presses up to the door and looks through the peephole. He looks so nervous. Handsome. A little pathetic.
She suddenly realizes she’s not nervous anymore.
‘On your knees with your head down, esclavo.’
🦋 says it sweet but firm. She watches as ⏳ obeys and opens the door.
She suddenly realizes she’s not nervous anymore.
‘On your knees with your head down, esclavo.’
🦋 says it sweet but firm. She watches as ⏳ obeys and opens the door.
⏳ starts to raise his head but before he can look up, 🦋 forces his head back down with her foot.
“No! Bad!”
He raises his hands. “Sorry! Sorry!”
“You have to be patient.”
“I-I will be. I’m sorry! I’ve never—“
“Never done this. I know.”
“No! Bad!”
He raises his hands. “Sorry! Sorry!”
“You have to be patient.”
“I-I will be. I’m sorry! I’ve never—“
“Never done this. I know.”
🦋 walks behind him and wraps a blind fold around his head. ⏳ whines. She knows why. He wants to see her. He’s desperate to see her.
‘Crawl,’ she commands.
Awkwardly, reluctantly, ⏳ does as she asks.
“Just to there. Stop.” She closes the door. He waits, his heart pounding.
‘Crawl,’ she commands.
Awkwardly, reluctantly, ⏳ does as she asks.
“Just to there. Stop.” She closes the door. He waits, his heart pounding.
‘Undress. I’m going to tell you the rules.’
⏳ nods and obeys.
🦋 starts to talk but stops abruptly when he begins to undo his belt.
⏳’s hands hesitate. He lowers his head.
🦋 realizes he’s already hard and bulging through his pants. It sends a shiver through her body.
⏳ nods and obeys.
🦋 starts to talk but stops abruptly when he begins to undo his belt.
⏳’s hands hesitate. He lowers his head.
🦋 realizes he’s already hard and bulging through his pants. It sends a shiver through her body.
⏳ voice is dripping with shame. ‘I—I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to—‘
He’s sorry. Because he’s hard. For her. How fucking cute, she thinks.
🦋’s breath hitches, and she tries not to give herself away.
She is going to see her tío’s erect cock. Her head is swimming.
He’s sorry. Because he’s hard. For her. How fucking cute, she thinks.
🦋’s breath hitches, and she tries not to give herself away.
She is going to see her tío’s erect cock. Her head is swimming.
🦋 can’t believe how surreal this feels. Is this really happening?
‘Already hard for tú Ama? You can’t even see me yet.’
‘I—I know you’re—you’re beautiful. I saw your pictures. They were so—I should probably stop talking now.’
She laughs.
‘Already hard for tú Ama? You can’t even see me yet.’
‘I—I know you’re—you’re beautiful. I saw your pictures. They were so—I should probably stop talking now.’
She laughs.
⏳ works his way out of his pants and kneels in front of her. His cock, rock hard, glazed with precum. She knew it was big from his photo but this is a surprise.
⏳’s surprised too. This is so awkward and terrifying, and yet he can’t remember the last time he was so turned on.
⏳’s surprised too. This is so awkward and terrifying, and yet he can’t remember the last time he was so turned on.
‘I-is it okay?’
🦋is pulled back to the moment. She’s been so distracted by ⏳’s cock she had lost her thoughts.
‘It’s fine,’ she snaps. ‘Rules. First, no touching without permission. You or me. No sex–’
‘Oh, oh–I didn’t think, I mean–I didn’t expect–’
🦋is pulled back to the moment. She’s been so distracted by ⏳’s cock she had lost her thoughts.
‘It’s fine,’ she snaps. ‘Rules. First, no touching without permission. You or me. No sex–’
‘Oh, oh–I didn’t think, I mean–I didn’t expect–’
‘The safe word I like to use is… butterfly. You say that if you don’t like something. I’ll stop right away.’
He nods.
‘Now… what do you like?’
He doesn’t say anything.
‘What do you like?’ she asks again.
‘I—I don’t know. Whatever you like.’
He nods.
‘Now… what do you like?’
He doesn’t say anything.
‘What do you like?’ she asks again.
‘I—I don’t know. Whatever you like.’
‘You probably have a girlfriend. You set limits when you have sex, tell each other what you like, right? It’s no different here. You have to tell me your limits so I can take care of you.’
He doesn’t say anything.
‘Well? What are your limits?’
He doesn’t say anything.
‘Well? What are your limits?’
‘I don’t know–You can do–do whatever you want to me. Like I said. I’m sorry–‘
🦋 is getting frustrated. She’s never had a sub refuse to tell set limits. Usually they’re very upfront–no pain, no assplay, no spitting, no needles, no degrading words...
Why is he being like this?
🦋 is getting frustrated. She’s never had a sub refuse to tell set limits. Usually they’re very upfront–no pain, no assplay, no spitting, no needles, no degrading words...
Why is he being like this?
Why can’t he just tell her what he wants? Does he really think so little of himself?
‘Okay,’ 🦋 scoffs. ‘If you can’t tell me your limits, I’ll help you find them. So it’s fine if I step on your cock and shove an electric probe up your ass?’
‘Okay,’ 🦋 scoffs. ‘If you can’t tell me your limits, I’ll help you find them. So it’s fine if I step on your cock and shove an electric probe up your ass?’
⏳ pauses. ‘I–if it’s what you want. If it makes you happy. I t-told you. I don’t care.’
Now she’s angry. ‘Okay, I’m going to get it.’ 🦋 makes a show of walking away, thinking he’ll object.
But he doesn’t.
‘You really want that, t—?’ She chokes.
She almost called him tío.
Now she’s angry. ‘Okay, I’m going to get it.’ 🦋 makes a show of walking away, thinking he’ll object.
But he doesn’t.
‘You really want that, t—?’ She chokes.
She almost called him tío.
‘I-I just want–‘
‘What?’
‘I just want to–‘
‘You want to what?’ 🦋 is losing her patience.
⏳ is trying to say something but he doesn’t know how to say it.
‘I want to feel like… like I’m sand.”
‘What?’
‘I just want to–‘
‘You want to what?’ 🦋 is losing her patience.
⏳ is trying to say something but he doesn’t know how to say it.
‘I want to feel like… like I’m sand.”
‘Qué?’
‘Like sand. Like–like I’m not even here. Like I’m nothing.’
His voice cracks.
‘I don’t care what you do to me. I just–I want to make you happy. I’ll do whatever you want. P-please…’
🦋’s heart sinks into her stomach. She feels nauseous.
‘Like sand. Like–like I’m not even here. Like I’m nothing.’
His voice cracks.
‘I don’t care what you do to me. I just–I want to make you happy. I’ll do whatever you want. P-please…’
🦋’s heart sinks into her stomach. She feels nauseous.
What is she doing?
🦋 is used to men coming to her for escape. To loose themselves in pain, in service, in submission. To not have to think or feel or worry anything else, to have one hour where they don’t have to be in control.
But this is something different.
🦋 is used to men coming to her for escape. To loose themselves in pain, in service, in submission. To not have to think or feel or worry anything else, to have one hour where they don’t have to be in control.
But this is something different.
‘Put your hands behind your back.’
⏳ straightens and does as 🦋 asks.
He’s suddenly glad he’s blindfolded. He couldn’t look her in the eye right now anyway.
🦋 kneels in front of him and brings her face close to his. ⏳ inhales sharply.
⏳ straightens and does as 🦋 asks.
He’s suddenly glad he’s blindfolded. He couldn’t look her in the eye right now anyway.
🦋 kneels in front of him and brings her face close to his. ⏳ inhales sharply.
She smells like something so familiar and soothing. ⏳ can’t place it. Coconut and rose. Spices.
🦋 caresses his face, running her smooth fingers across his stubble. She combs her other hand through his dark curls.
⏳ sighs. It’s been years since a woman touched him this way.
🦋 caresses his face, running her smooth fingers across his stubble. She combs her other hand through his dark curls.
⏳ sighs. It’s been years since a woman touched him this way.
‘Cariño, I’m going to treat you so good. It’s what good boys deserve.’
⏳ shivers as she runs a hand down his chest, his stomach, stopping just shy of his cock. It twitches in response. His hands are trembling behind his back.
‘Are you a good boy?’
He nods. ‘Y-yes...’
⏳ shivers as she runs a hand down his chest, his stomach, stopping just shy of his cock. It twitches in response. His hands are trembling behind his back.
‘Are you a good boy?’
He nods. ‘Y-yes...’
Is ⏳ the type to get post-nut clarity or does he just get more confused and pliant?
‘You want to see me very badly don’t you?’
⏳ nods hard, flinging his hair into his face. 🦋 pushes it back and says flatly, ‘Well you can’t. Not now. But I’m going to let you have something better. Okay?’
🦋 stands up and takes his hands in hers.
⏳ nods hard, flinging his hair into his face. 🦋 pushes it back and says flatly, ‘Well you can’t. Not now. But I’m going to let you have something better. Okay?’
🦋 stands up and takes his hands in hers.
🦋 leans forward, placing his handles gently around her ankle.
At first he’s confused, but as she begins to guide them up her leg, over her stockings, the straps of her garters, ⏳ lets out a hard gasp.
At first he’s confused, but as she begins to guide them up her leg, over her stockings, the straps of her garters, ⏳ lets out a hard gasp.
Hands still trembling under hers, 🦋 guides them over her hips, her waist, across the flat of her stomach and back down.
When ⏳’s fingers drag across the thin lace of her panties, his cock throbs. He’s too hard now.
Mouth hanging open, ⏳ waits for the next exquisite touch.
When ⏳’s fingers drag across the thin lace of her panties, his cock throbs. He’s too hard now.
Mouth hanging open, ⏳ waits for the next exquisite touch.
🦋suddenly realizes she’s soaked through her panties. She’s never felt this way before with a sub. Ever. Domming doesn’t turn her on. Not sexually. And she never lets subs touch her so intimately.
But this isn’t just a sub. It’s her tío.
Her sweet, funny, kind, awkward tío.
But this isn’t just a sub. It’s her tío.
Her sweet, funny, kind, awkward tío.
All 🦋 wants is to make ⏳ feel good. She wants to cross all her own lines. She wants to kiss him deep and hard and let him feel the wetness between her legs. But she won’t. Not yet.
Without being asked, ⏳ puts his hands back behind his back.
He’s such a good boy.
Without being asked, ⏳ puts his hands back behind his back.
He’s such a good boy.
🦋 presses his nose against her panties. ‘Do you smell me? I smell good, don’t I?’
He inhales a ragged, desperate breath. ‘S-sí. T-tan buena…’
‘It’s because I’m wet. You made me so wet.’
His cock is leaking and he’s desperate.
This is not what he expected.
He inhales a ragged, desperate breath. ‘S-sí. T-tan buena…’
‘It’s because I’m wet. You made me so wet.’
His cock is leaking and he’s desperate.
This is not what he expected.
Somehow it’s so much worse than being beaten or whipped or whatever he’d expected.
⏳ wants to touch himself so badly. His cock is painfully engorged. He’s desperate for release, but he can’t bring himself to ask for it. He doesn’t think he deserves to.
🦋 knows it.
⏳ wants to touch himself so badly. His cock is painfully engorged. He’s desperate for release, but he can’t bring himself to ask for it. He doesn’t think he deserves to.
🦋 knows it.
🦋 will teach him how to ask, how to beg.
‘Ask.’
‘What?’
‘Ask.’
‘I—‘
‘You know what you want,’ she says, her voice serious and smooth.
He pauses. ‘C-can I—can I touch myself? Please?’
No.
He whimpers.
‘Ask.’
‘What?’
‘Ask.’
‘I—‘
‘You know what you want,’ she says, her voice serious and smooth.
He pauses. ‘C-can I—can I touch myself? Please?’
No.
He whimpers.
🦋 grabs his hair, pulls his head back and lands a slap against his face. It doesn’t really hurt, but it takes ⏳ by surprise.
‘Don’t get whiny. Ask me again.’
He’s confused. His cock aches. What does she want from him?
‘P-please.’
‘Don’t get whiny. Ask me again.’
He’s confused. His cock aches. What does she want from him?
‘P-please.’
⏳ feels like he’s going to cum without her even touching him.
He’s so hard. It hurts so much worse than her hand on his face.
‘Pobrecito,’ 🦋 teases gently. He feels her finger lightly run up and down the length of him, and he can’t breath.
He’s so hard. It hurts so much worse than her hand on his face.
‘Pobrecito,’ 🦋 teases gently. He feels her finger lightly run up and down the length of him, and he can’t breath.
⏳ can’t stand it. She swipes the little pool of precum with her finger and puts it in his mouth.
‘You’re dripping for me, esclavo.’
He’s never once tasted himself, but he sucks his own taste off her fingers greedily. So greedily 🦋 has to push him back.
‘You’re dripping for me, esclavo.’
He’s never once tasted himself, but he sucks his own taste off her fingers greedily. So greedily 🦋 has to push him back.
Y’all didn’t see cum eating Brun0 comin did ya?
🦋 strokes his cock once, her little hands barely able to get around its girth.
⏳ lets out a goan so loud, he becomes embarrassed.
🦋 smirks. ‘Te gusta eso?’ Her lips almost touch his. She wants to kiss, but she can’t. She can’t go that far.
⏳ lets out a goan so loud, he becomes embarrassed.
🦋 smirks. ‘Te gusta eso?’ Her lips almost touch his. She wants to kiss, but she can’t. She can’t go that far.
🦋 tells herself this is enough. Seeing him there like this, desperate for her touch, coming undone with it.
Before ⏳ can answer, hot seed is shooting everywhere, hitting her lower lip. That didn’t take long. She’s barely touched him.
‘I–I–I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry—’
Before ⏳ can answer, hot seed is shooting everywhere, hitting her lower lip. That didn’t take long. She’s barely touched him.
‘I–I–I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry—’
‘So excited. Next time, ask permission.’
‘I—I will. I’m sorry—‘ He’s rambling. He knew he’d find a way to mess up.
🦋 flicks his cum off her lip with her tongue and something comes over her.
She covers his mouth.
‘I said I’d treat you good if you were a good boy, didn’t I?’
‘I—I will. I’m sorry—‘ He’s rambling. He knew he’d find a way to mess up.
🦋 flicks his cum off her lip with her tongue and something comes over her.
She covers his mouth.
‘I said I’d treat you good if you were a good boy, didn’t I?’
‘S-si, Ama.’
‘Don’t move.’ She says it harshly, though he hasn’t. ⏳ is still kneeling, still hard, hands still behind his back.
🦋 leans down and runs her tongue up his shaft.
This isn’t what Mistresses do. But it’s what she wants to do.
‘Don’t move.’ She says it harshly, though he hasn’t. ⏳ is still kneeling, still hard, hands still behind his back.
🦋 leans down and runs her tongue up his shaft.
This isn’t what Mistresses do. But it’s what she wants to do.
⏳ inhales and his softening cock hardens again. Is she really–?
‘I’m going to help my good boy get cleaned up.’
🦋 begins to lick around the head, the base, even lapping a little stray cum off his stomach.
⏳ shivers at the feeling of her hot breath on his skin.
‘I’m going to help my good boy get cleaned up.’
🦋 begins to lick around the head, the base, even lapping a little stray cum off his stomach.
⏳ shivers at the feeling of her hot breath on his skin.
⏳’s never experienced anything like this. No woman has ever cared for him this way, made him feel so good.
He hasn’t had to do anything. He feels a pang of guilt for how useless he’s been, but the thought flies away when 🦋’s mouth wraps around the head of his cock.
He hasn’t had to do anything. He feels a pang of guilt for how useless he’s been, but the thought flies away when 🦋’s mouth wraps around the head of his cock.
‘Mistress!’ he cries.
Why is she doing this? She doesn’t have to do this. He’s never wanted a woman so badly and he hasn’t even seen her. He knows he shouldn’t feel that way. It isn’t his place.
⏳ can feel 🦋’s soft hair grazing his legs as she bobs up and down his cock.
Why is she doing this? She doesn’t have to do this. He’s never wanted a woman so badly and he hasn’t even seen her. He knows he shouldn’t feel that way. It isn’t his place.
⏳ can feel 🦋’s soft hair grazing his legs as she bobs up and down his cock.
🦋 can’t take his whole length but she gets close. He can’t see, so she reaches one hand down into her panties.
She can feel ⏳ shake, his groans getting louder, hands still clasped tight behind his back.
⏳ really is a good boy, and it makes her so fucking wet.
She can feel ⏳ shake, his groans getting louder, hands still clasped tight behind his back.
⏳ really is a good boy, and it makes her so fucking wet.
🦋 has thought about her tío’s cock in her mouth many times but never like this. She cums quickly. ⏳ feels her shaking as she works him with her tongue, popping her lips over his head. Is she really touching herself?
Is she actually turned on by this? More unbelievably–by him?
Is she actually turned on by this? More unbelievably–by him?
The thought is enough to make ⏳ cum again, and he realizes how close he is. He won’t mess up this time.
‘M-mistress.. Please…. Can I… I’m going to… can I? Please...’
🦋 stops and he bucks his hip forward reflexively. ‘What?’
‘Cum again… I…‘
‘Yes.’
‘M-mistress.. Please…. Can I… I’m going to… can I? Please...’
🦋 stops and he bucks his hip forward reflexively. ‘What?’
‘Cum again… I…‘
‘Yes.’
The moment 🦋 puts her mouth over his cock, he bucks up again, and she feels him shoot against the back of her throat.
She’s dizzy from her own orgasm, but the taste of ⏳ in her mouth weakens her. She has to get it together.
She pulls herself up and grabs his throat.
She’s dizzy from her own orgasm, but the taste of ⏳ in her mouth weakens her. She has to get it together.
She pulls herself up and grabs his throat.
🦋 closes over his panting mouth with hers.
She lets his cum drip off her tongue and onto his tongue. At first, ⏳ thinks he shouldn’t like this, but he quickly realizes he really fucking loves it.
His taste from her mouth, both of them swallowing his seed together.
She lets his cum drip off her tongue and onto his tongue. At first, ⏳ thinks he shouldn’t like this, but he quickly realizes he really fucking loves it.
His taste from her mouth, both of them swallowing his seed together.
⏳ never imagined anything like this would happen. He thought he’d pay money, get whipped a bit like in the movies, be yelled at. Have his own self-loathing affirmed. Get the relief of having someone else tell him how worthless he was for an hour so he could stop telling himself.
Instead, he’s euphoric.
🦋 stands and guides him to the couch. She smiles when she sees that ⏳ keeps his hands behind his back the entire time. Good boy.
She sits down and gently pushes him to kneel before pulling his head into her lap.
🦋 stands and guides him to the couch. She smiles when she sees that ⏳ keeps his hands behind his back the entire time. Good boy.
She sits down and gently pushes him to kneel before pulling his head into her lap.
⏳ sinks in, grateful for her scent, the warmth of her skin against his face. It doesn’t even matter to him anymore that he can’t see her.
She’s there. She more there than any woman has ever been.
“Are you okay?” she whispers.
‘Yes.’
She’s there. She more there than any woman has ever been.
“Are you okay?” she whispers.
‘Yes.’
She strokes his hair gently with the tips of her fingers. ‘Good.’
‘I-I feel bad, Mistress.’
‘Why do you feel bad?’
‘I didn’t d-do anything for you.’
🦋 opens her mouth but realizes she is about to sound like herself, not Mistress Mariposa.
‘I-I feel bad, Mistress.’
‘Why do you feel bad?’
‘I didn’t d-do anything for you.’
🦋 opens her mouth but realizes she is about to sound like herself, not Mistress Mariposa.
🦋 wanted to tell him he was doing everything just by allowing her to hold him.
That’s all she wanted. Her tío, like this, all hers snd no one else’s, in her arms.
But she couldn’t say that.
So she simply said, ‘Next time.’
That’s all she wanted. Her tío, like this, all hers snd no one else’s, in her arms.
But she couldn’t say that.
So she simply said, ‘Next time.’
Okay, y’all. I have lame work to do tonight so I gotta go. Should I keep this thread going and develop this story?
Okay I love your love for kinky Brun0. Here we go. ❤️
⏳ can’t stop thinking about Mistress Mariposa. For two weeks, he’s only thought of her when pleasuring himself–and that’s been more than usual. The feel of her hair brushing his legs. Her sweet voice. Her smell.
It doesn’t bother him that she hadn’t shown her face.
It doesn’t bother him that she hadn’t shown her face.
What bothers him is that she had let him touch her. That she had put her hands and mouth on him. That she had been so gentle, so loving, so familiar. That she had refused to take his money, no matter how many times he tried to make her accept.
That alone has kept him from reaching out to her. ⏳ doesn’t want her to think he’s taking advantage, that he expected what she gave him–especially for free.
He knows what happened is not typical.
But he also knows that since he saw her, he has felt… different.
He knows what happened is not typical.
But he also knows that since he saw her, he has felt… different.
He’s been writing more. He’s been spending time with friends other than the rats. He’s been letting himself enjoy things. ⏳ finally feels, almost, that he deserves to.
Maybe that night was a magical sort of gift. A gift he should appreciate and not try to replicate.
Maybe that night was a magical sort of gift. A gift he should appreciate and not try to replicate.
🦋 is losing her mind. She tries to focus on her exams, but all she can think about is ⏳. Doesn’t he want to see her again?
Her inbox is despairingly empty.
So now what?
As if holidays around him aren’t awkward enough.
Her inbox is despairingly empty.
So now what?
As if holidays around him aren’t awkward enough.
But 🦋 can’t get the image of him out of her mind.
⏳’s lean, bronzed frame kneeling in submission in the candlelight. His cock so responsive, so perfect. His devastating words and the way his head felt melted into her lap.
It felt so sheltering, so right. For both of them.
⏳’s lean, bronzed frame kneeling in submission in the candlelight. His cock so responsive, so perfect. His devastating words and the way his head felt melted into her lap.
It felt so sheltering, so right. For both of them.
🦋 had adored her tío as a child, even during the years he was off in Peru finding himself in ayahuasca or trying to make it in L.A. as a screenwriter or saving sea turtles in Indonesia.
⏳ would send her post cards and trinkets from the most unimaginable places.
⏳ would send her post cards and trinkets from the most unimaginable places.
To 🦋, ⏳ was pure Magic. To the family, he was never enough.
She knew he was the black sheep. At times she thought that designation protected her from earning the title.
Even after he went back to school and did the “right things.”
⏳ wasn’t like them. He was like her.
She knew he was the black sheep. At times she thought that designation protected her from earning the title.
Even after he went back to school and did the “right things.”
⏳ wasn’t like them. He was like her.
But 🦋 never knew his pain was so deep, so rooted, so hidden.
He would have let her do anything to him–torture him, beat him, degrade him.
Not because he enjoyed it, not because it was his kink, but because he believed it was what he deserved.
It makes her sick.
He would have let her do anything to him–torture him, beat him, degrade him.
Not because he enjoyed it, not because it was his kink, but because he believed it was what he deserved.
It makes her sick.
When 🦋’s mother calls about finals, she can’t help but ask about ⏳.
‘Brun0? Corazón, I don’t know, I think he’s well. Don’t you both live in the same city? Why don’t you two see each other? You were always so close.’
🦋 doesn’t know how to answer that.
‘Brun0? Corazón, I don’t know, I think he’s well. Don’t you both live in the same city? Why don’t you two see each other? You were always so close.’
🦋 doesn’t know how to answer that.
‘I–well, that’s why I asked, mamá. Maybe we should.’
⏳ taught at her college, but 🦋 never saw him. He was in a different department, on the opposite side of campus. On one rare occasion, he had spotted her across the street while she was having lunch outside.
⏳ taught at her college, but 🦋 never saw him. He was in a different department, on the opposite side of campus. On one rare occasion, he had spotted her across the street while she was having lunch outside.
⏳ almost got hit by a car running across the street towards her. He was so glad to see her and interested in how she was doing, what she was studying.
🦋 had just stared at him, the wind blowing his dark curls across his face while his hands told a story she couldn’t listen to.
🦋 had just stared at him, the wind blowing his dark curls across his face while his hands told a story she couldn’t listen to.
How was he the same tío who held her as a baby, who let her ride on his back, who always shared jokes and snuck her extra polvarosas after dinner?
He couldn’t be the same man. 🦋 didn’t desire that man.
🦋 didn’t think about how that man’s mouth tasted.
He couldn’t be the same man. 🦋 didn’t desire that man.
🦋 didn’t think about how that man’s mouth tasted.
🦋 didn’t imagine that man taking her to a smoky bar and talking to her about books all night before kissing her deep and slow in the alley outside, the taste of wine heavy on their breath.
No.
This was a different man. And she couldn’t be around him.
No.
This was a different man. And she couldn’t be around him.
‘I just figured tío Brun0 is busy with his girlfriend.’
‘Abuela says they aren’t together anymore.’
🦋’s heart leaps, but she replies with an inert, ‘Oh.’
‘I imagine he would like some company in the city.’
I imagine he would, 🦋 thinks wryly.
‘Abuela says they aren’t together anymore.’
🦋’s heart leaps, but she replies with an inert, ‘Oh.’
‘I imagine he would like some company in the city.’
I imagine he would, 🦋 thinks wryly.
Now it makes sense.
⏳ sought out a Domme because Pilar left him. 🦋 didn’t think he was the type to be unfaithful.
Was that really why he’d been so sad? Because of Pilar?
Jealousy balled in her stomach and began to burn.
⏳ sought out a Domme because Pilar left him. 🦋 didn’t think he was the type to be unfaithful.
Was that really why he’d been so sad? Because of Pilar?
Jealousy balled in her stomach and began to burn.
Where are you?
The message on his screen is searing in its simplicity.
⏳ doesn’t know what to do.
Does she really want to see him again? He didn’t even pay her.
Another message blinks and begs attention.
I unblocked u. sorry. Talk soon? -pilar
The message on his screen is searing in its simplicity.
⏳ doesn’t know what to do.
Does she really want to see him again? He didn’t even pay her.
Another message blinks and begs attention.
I unblocked u. sorry. Talk soon? -pilar
⏳ implores a rat.
‘What would you guys do? Oh-oh, I bet I know. You guys would stay right here. You guys just like the free food dontcha? You don’t have to worry about this stuff. What’s that? I know Pilar doesn’t like you but she’s–well, she’s great when she–‘
‘What would you guys do? Oh-oh, I bet I know. You guys would stay right here. You guys just like the free food dontcha? You don’t have to worry about this stuff. What’s that? I know Pilar doesn’t like you but she’s–well, she’s great when she–‘
‘Hey! Hey now… Don’ try to talk me into something stupid. You’ll go right back in your cage.’
⏳ sits the rat down on his desk and stares at his screen.
He stares for a long time.
I’m here, Mistress. Soy tuyo.
Then he hits send.
⏳ sits the rat down on his desk and stares at his screen.
He stares for a long time.
I’m here, Mistress. Soy tuyo.
Then he hits send.
⏳’s been anxiously waiting for Friday all week. He’s finally going to see Mistress Mariposa. He’s a nervous mess, but he reminds himself how good, how safe she’d made him feel.
As he’s walking out of his apartment building, he sees Pilar coming towards him.
‘P-Pilar?’
As he’s walking out of his apartment building, he sees Pilar coming towards him.
‘P-Pilar?’
‘Where are you going? Why didn’t you reply to my messages!’
⏳ stutters and stumbles because he doesn’t have an answer. Not one she wants to hear. ‘I-I—sorry, I just thought—didn’t—didn’t you say to leave you alone?’
She rolls her eyes. ‘Yeah WEEKS ago, Brun0. Jesus.’
⏳ stutters and stumbles because he doesn’t have an answer. Not one she wants to hear. ‘I-I—sorry, I just thought—didn’t—didn’t you say to leave you alone?’
She rolls her eyes. ‘Yeah WEEKS ago, Brun0. Jesus.’
‘I said sorry. What do you want? Do you want me to stay with you and the rats for a night? Is that what it’ll take?’
⏳ fumbles with his keys and doesn't say anything. His heart is pounding. He’s going to be late.
‘Want me to suck your dick?’ she scoffs.
‘I gotta—I gotta go.’
⏳ fumbles with his keys and doesn't say anything. His heart is pounding. He’s going to be late.
‘Want me to suck your dick?’ she scoffs.
‘I gotta—I gotta go.’
‘I gotta—I gotta go.’
‘Where?’
⏳ looks towards his car parked on the street. But he feels like a cornered animal.
‘A date.’
⏳ waits for a response like he’s waiting for a blow to the face.
‘A date?! With who?’
‘I’m sorry, Pilar. M-maybe we can talk later,’ he mumbles.
‘Where?’
⏳ looks towards his car parked on the street. But he feels like a cornered animal.
‘A date.’
⏳ waits for a response like he’s waiting for a blow to the face.
‘A date?! With who?’
‘I’m sorry, Pilar. M-maybe we can talk later,’ he mumbles.
⏳ shoots towards his car. He hears her call after him, but he doesn’t turn around. As he drives, a strange feeling comes over him. Or is it the lack of a feeling? It feels good.
He laughs.
His phone starts ringing. He silences it.
He doesn’t care.
He laughs.
His phone starts ringing. He silences it.
He doesn’t care.
All that matters is the freedom he’s about to find at Mistress Mariposa’s feet.
Twenty minutes later, ⏳ is kneeling outside her door. He hopes if he’s a good boy, she’ll let him see her face.
He doesn’t want to ask or expect, but he hopes…
Twenty minutes later, ⏳ is kneeling outside her door. He hopes if he’s a good boy, she’ll let him see her face.
He doesn’t want to ask or expect, but he hopes…
I feel like Brun0 would be the guy a chick breaks up with 20 times but can’t believe when he finally is like “yeah I don’t wanna get back together” and shows some backbone.
When 🦋 opens the door, he crawls inside with money between his teeth.
‘What’s this?’
⏳ stares down at the ground and lets the bills fall to the floor. ‘P-please accept this.’
‘I told you I didn’t want your money.’
‘I don’t—I don’t understand.’
‘What’s this?’
⏳ stares down at the ground and lets the bills fall to the floor. ‘P-please accept this.’
‘I told you I didn’t want your money.’
‘I don’t—I don’t understand.’
It makes ⏳ feel lower. Like he must be such a loser, such a charity case. Why would she do this for free? He did nothing for her. God, she must think he’s the most pathetic guy ever. And he knows she’s seen some pathetic guys.
‘I-I don’t want your… pity,’ he mumbles.
‘I-I don’t want your… pity,’ he mumbles.
‘Is THAT what you think this is?’ Her voice sounds raw and sharp. ⏳ instantly regrets saying it.
‘I’m-I’m sorry. I just—well you’re young. I figure you’re probably, you know, in college. It’s an expensive city. I know you don’t do this just for fun. I want to pay.’
She sighs.
‘I’m-I’m sorry. I just—well you’re young. I figure you’re probably, you know, in college. It’s an expensive city. I know you don’t do this just for fun. I want to pay.’
She sighs.
I’ll be back later. Tbh I’m verging on a nervous breakdown with my job today and this is a great escape/ mental health break. I appreciate all of you. ❤️
‘Okay, esclavo. You win.’ 🦋 picks up the cash.
He’s disappointed when she blindfolds him but he says nothing.
‘Stand up and undress.’ ⏳ begins to take off his shirt and is surprised when he feels her right in front of him, unbuttoning his pants.
He’s disappointed when she blindfolds him but he says nothing.
‘Stand up and undress.’ ⏳ begins to take off his shirt and is surprised when he feels her right in front of him, unbuttoning his pants.
⏳ freezes, his hands lifted in the air, not sure what to do.
🦋 runs a finger down the thin line of hair running from his chest below his belly button.
⏳ holds his breath, trying not to embarrass himself by getting instantly hard.
🦋 runs a finger down the thin line of hair running from his chest below his belly button.
⏳ holds his breath, trying not to embarrass himself by getting instantly hard.
She must think he’s such a loser, that he’s never been around a girl before.
As 🦋 pulls his belt away and his pants down, she presses against him. ⏳ can feel the fabric of her bra scratch his chest. Just the thought of her breasts against his body makes his cock stand up.
As 🦋 pulls his belt away and his pants down, she presses against him. ⏳ can feel the fabric of her bra scratch his chest. Just the thought of her breasts against his body makes his cock stand up.
The way it springs out of his pants makes 🦋 giggles.
‘I—I’m sorry. I’m sorry.’
‘You need to stop saying that. I want you hard for me. It’s a compliment.’
‘I—okay. Yes, Mistress.’
🦋 runs a finger up his shaft lightly then pulls away.
‘I—I’m sorry. I’m sorry.’
‘You need to stop saying that. I want you hard for me. It’s a compliment.’
‘I—okay. Yes, Mistress.’
🦋 runs a finger up his shaft lightly then pulls away.
Taking a break from brothel Brun0 to return to our sweet subby Brun0. Ball throwing time is smut writin time.
‘Can you handle pain?’ 🦋 asks, ghosting her hands down his chest.
‘I—I can handle anything.’ The way ⏳ says it seems a little sad to her.
‘Remember your safe word?’
‘Mariposa.’
‘Butterfly,’ she whispers against his ear. ‘In English. Or I’ll think you’re saying my name.’
‘I—I can handle anything.’ The way ⏳ says it seems a little sad to her.
‘Remember your safe word?’
‘Mariposa.’
‘Butterfly,’ she whispers against his ear. ‘In English. Or I’ll think you’re saying my name.’
‘Y-yes, Mistress.’ ⏳is achingly hard. Just the feel of her body near him is enough to make him drip precum. Compliment or not, it feels humiliating.
There’s an unexpected tug. Is she—?
⏳ gasps when he feels what can only be thin rope weaving around his cock and balls.
There’s an unexpected tug. Is she—?
⏳ gasps when he feels what can only be thin rope weaving around his cock and balls.
The pressure is uncomfortable. 🦋 adjusts the tightness at the base until his whole length is red and encouraged.
She runs a long, green fingernail along the winding vein protruding through his skin. ⏳’s so sensitive now.
Her nail feels like a both knife and a caress.
She runs a long, green fingernail along the winding vein protruding through his skin. ⏳’s so sensitive now.
Her nail feels like a both knife and a caress.
🦋 can feel herself getting aroused at the sight of his member darkening with blood, the precum leaking from the head, the fullness that must be desperately painful.
Listening to ⏳ groan is enough to dampen her thighs.
She’s done this plenty of times. But not like this.
Listening to ⏳ groan is enough to dampen her thighs.
She’s done this plenty of times. But not like this.
🦋 enjoys the idea of tying a man like this, binding his cock so tightly he feels it’s no longer his. It’s an object for her use, for her amusement, her pleasure.
But never does she want to take her own pleasure. It’s just a power thing. It’s not sexual. Not to her. Not til now.
But never does she want to take her own pleasure. It’s just a power thing. It’s not sexual. Not to her. Not til now.
Clients are just clients. They’re a job. This is ⏳.
Never has she want to throw a man down and ride him until the fullness forced by her clever ropes bursts inside of her. The thought is dizzying.
🦋 can’t do that to him. That’s a line. If there is a line.
Never has she want to throw a man down and ride him until the fullness forced by her clever ropes bursts inside of her. The thought is dizzying.
🦋 can’t do that to him. That’s a line. If there is a line.
🦋 leaves enough rope for a lead and tugs on him. ⏳ makes a sound like he’s in pain, but doesn’t say anything.
‘How does it feel?’ she asks sweetly.
‘Tight,’ is all he replies.
‘You like being mi mascotita, don’t you?’
‘Y-yes, Mistress...’
‘How does it feel?’ she asks sweetly.
‘Tight,’ is all he replies.
‘You like being mi mascotita, don’t you?’
‘Y-yes, Mistress...’
🦋 pulls again and he stumbles towards her. It hurts—the fullness in his cock and balls is agonizing. But it’s also the hardest he’s ever been in his life.
⏳has never felt anything like this.
He’s never been so scared of something he’s needed so much.
⏳has never felt anything like this.
He’s never been so scared of something he’s needed so much.
‘Mistress Mariposa’ doesn’t have a dungeon, she has a typical college girl apartment.
An Ikea couch, a dated hand-me-down kitchen table, too many neglected house plants.
Just as well, 🦋’s not into the whole leather thing anyway.
An Ikea couch, a dated hand-me-down kitchen table, too many neglected house plants.
Just as well, 🦋’s not into the whole leather thing anyway.
Why does domination have to happen somewhere dark and impersonal anyway? Her domain is light. It’s full of sunshine.
🦋’s made her own makeshift set up. Nothing fancy. A board drilled into the wall with eye hooks.
She’s not very handy.
🦋’s made her own makeshift set up. Nothing fancy. A board drilled into the wall with eye hooks.
She’s not very handy.
Half the dry wall would probably come down if a submissive pulled hard enough. But it does the job.
‘Are you okay?’ 🦋 asks, guiding him to the bedroom by his tethered member.
⏳ nods, trying to keep pace so the tightening of the ropes doesn’t get too painful.
‘Are you okay?’ 🦋 asks, guiding him to the bedroom by his tethered member.
⏳ nods, trying to keep pace so the tightening of the ropes doesn’t get too painful.
🦋 stops and runs her hand over his face, stopping at his mouth. ⏳’s breathing gets heavy just from the sensation of her fingers halfway inside his parted lips.
‘This will hurt, mascotita. But I’m going to take care of you.’
‘This will hurt, mascotita. But I’m going to take care of you.’
🦋 words are frightening and somehow also comforting. It’s all ⏳ wants. To be cared for. To not think. To only feel.
To be.
To fall.
Sand.
To be.
To fall.
Sand.
🦋 shackles each of his hands to the board above his head. He’s not resistant. He trusts her.
She loves how willingly ⏳ submits, how naturally he offers himself to her.
She’s wanted him for so long. All of this is so strange and wrong, but she wants she wants she wants...
She loves how willingly ⏳ submits, how naturally he offers himself to her.
She’s wanted him for so long. All of this is so strange and wrong, but she wants she wants she wants...
She needs.
She needs all of him.
She needs him to be hers.
This isn’t just Domming for thrills and the electric bill.
🦋’s as powerless as he is in this, but she can’t let him know it.
She needs all of him.
She needs him to be hers.
This isn’t just Domming for thrills and the electric bill.
🦋’s as powerless as he is in this, but she can’t let him know it.
‘Mascotita, you have lovely hair.’ 🦋 runs her fingers through his black, twisting strands, her lips hovering just an inch from his
‘Th-thank y—’
Before ⏳ can finish, she takes a fist-full and yanks his head back. The other hand gives the rope a sharp tug.
‘Th-thank y—’
Before ⏳ can finish, she takes a fist-full and yanks his head back. The other hand gives the rope a sharp tug.
⏳cries out. It hurts. It really hurts. 🦋 closed her mouth over his, swallowing the sound like it’s wine. Suddenly she realizes what she’s done and pulls back.
You don’t kiss your subs. She knows it.
⏳ stiffens with surprise, then tries to chase her lips.
You don’t kiss your subs. She knows it.
⏳ stiffens with surprise, then tries to chase her lips.
She has to get a grip.
His mouth tastes so good though.
She has to pull herself together.
She has to.
‘That was—that was a treat. Good boys… they get treats.’
His mouth tastes so good though.
She has to pull herself together.
She has to.
‘That was—that was a treat. Good boys… they get treats.’
⏳doesn’t respond. He’s still imagining the delicate pressure of her lips against his.
🦋’s glad he’s blindfolded so he can’t see her face.
He can’t see how she’s looking at him.
🦋’s glad he’s blindfolded so he can’t see her face.
He can’t see how she’s looking at him.
The sight of ⏳’s lean, naked body stretched and bound.
His perfect, eager cock.
The thin, bowing line of his mouth.
She’s never seen such a beautiful man.
Not just a man.
Once her best buddy. Her favorite tío.
Keeper of her secrets.
His perfect, eager cock.
The thin, bowing line of his mouth.
She’s never seen such a beautiful man.
Not just a man.
Once her best buddy. Her favorite tío.
Keeper of her secrets.
Now he’s shackled to her wall, willing to give her anything she wants.
All the things she’s not allowed to want.
She wants to make his body respond. With pain or pleasure, it doesn’t matter.
‘I-I’ll be right back,’ 🦋 says. ‘Stay.’
As if he had a choice.
All the things she’s not allowed to want.
She wants to make his body respond. With pain or pleasure, it doesn’t matter.
‘I-I’ll be right back,’ 🦋 says. ‘Stay.’
As if he had a choice.
🦋goes to the living room to get her crop. She sees ⏳’s phone on the floor, slid halfway out of his pants. The screen glows.
🦋 knows it’s wrong, but wrongness isn’t that important at the moment.
An assault of messages pop up, one after another, on the Lock Screen.
🦋 knows it’s wrong, but wrongness isn’t that important at the moment.
An assault of messages pop up, one after another, on the Lock Screen.
….baby i know ur stressed about book…
… gonna try 2 be more supportive…
…can you pick up plz?...
…i love u and got mealworms for the rats…
… seriously love u so much…
…call me later xox i shaved for you today…
…want to stay over we can watch your shitty soaps…
… gonna try 2 be more supportive…
…can you pick up plz?...
…i love u and got mealworms for the rats…
… seriously love u so much…
…call me later xox i shaved for you today…
…want to stay over we can watch your shitty soaps…
…and yes still wanna marry u.
🦋 feels like she’s been punched in the stomach.
Not like she didn’t know about Pilar. She thought it was over, sure, but she shouldn’t be surprised about this either way. He’s been with her for years.
🦋 feels like she’s been punched in the stomach.
Not like she didn’t know about Pilar. She thought it was over, sure, but she shouldn’t be surprised about this either way. He’s been with her for years.
Staying away from ⏳ made it easier for a while. 🦋 could pretend his life wasn’t happening, that his life with her wasn’t happening.
Until a holiday. A family dinner. A graduation.
A wedding
Until a holiday. A family dinner. A graduation.
A wedding
What does she think she’s really doing here?
What does she think this is?
⏳ doesn’t want her. He doesn’t even know who she is. If he finds out she’s his niece, he’ll never speak to her again. What the fuck was she thinking?
Blink. Another message.
What does she think this is?
⏳ doesn’t want her. He doesn’t even know who she is. If he finds out she’s his niece, he’ll never speak to her again. What the fuck was she thinking?
Blink. Another message.
This bitch won’t quit.
…my favorite thing about us is how we always work it out...
🦋throws the phone into the couch.
Crop in hand, she returns to ⏳. He’s still waiting patiently, still being such a good boy.
‘Esclavo.’
‘M-mistress?’
…my favorite thing about us is how we always work it out...
🦋throws the phone into the couch.
Crop in hand, she returns to ⏳. He’s still waiting patiently, still being such a good boy.
‘Esclavo.’
‘M-mistress?’
Okay pausing for a bit to get wine and beta read @BrunonoKat ‘s 🦋⏳ stripper fic, which I’m very excited about. Be back soon.
P.s. please don’t actually do this kind of bondage rigging at home. Something tells me 🦋 has no idea what studs and anchors are. #notliable
‘Tel me about your girlfriend.’
‘W-what?’
‘Your girlfriend.’
‘I don’t—I—‘
Crack.
⏳ almost shrieks as the crop’s leather pad lands against his left testicle.
They’re so tightly bound, so ready to burst. The pain leaves him breathless.
‘W-what?’
‘Your girlfriend.’
‘I don’t—I—‘
Crack.
⏳ almost shrieks as the crop’s leather pad lands against his left testicle.
They’re so tightly bound, so ready to burst. The pain leaves him breathless.
‘Don’t fuck me around.’ Now she’s the Mistress Mariposa she shows her clients. ‘Tell me.’
⏳ whimpers. 🦋 lands another hit. Now he’s writhing, mouth twisting in pain. ‘I—okay. I—I had one—sh-she isn’t my girlfriend—a-anymore—please!’
‘Do you love her?’
⏳ whimpers. 🦋 lands another hit. Now he’s writhing, mouth twisting in pain. ‘I—okay. I—I had one—sh-she isn’t my girlfriend—a-anymore—please!’
‘Do you love her?’
⏳’s still clenching from the first blow, trying to hold back the sounds that want to come from deep inside.
🦋 grabs him around the throat, and he sucks in a breath. ‘I asked a question, esclavo.’
‘Y-yes. I think so—I don’t—I don’t know—I don’t know anything, Mistress.’
🦋 grabs him around the throat, and he sucks in a breath. ‘I asked a question, esclavo.’
‘Y-yes. I think so—I don’t—I don’t know—I don’t know anything, Mistress.’
🦋 holds her mouth to his again, her voice soft but fierce. ‘She treats you like trash doesn’t she?’
A pause.
‘Yes.’
‘You let her. Is that what you think you are? Trash?’
⏳ doesn’t say anything. She lands another blow, even harder, against the other testicle.
A pause.
‘Yes.’
‘You let her. Is that what you think you are? Trash?’
⏳ doesn’t say anything. She lands another blow, even harder, against the other testicle.
⏳ flails against his restraints but she steadies him with the hand around his neck. ‘Ahh! Please! P-please! I’m sorry, I’m s-sorry!’
‘Use your safe word,’ she sneers. ‘Go ahead.’
‘Use your safe word,’ she sneers. ‘Go ahead.’
⏳ chokes back a sob.
‘Answer me. Do you think you’re trash?’ she asks.
The answer comes from somewhere deep and lost, from behind a hidden wall.
‘Yes.’
‘Answer me. Do you think you’re trash?’ she asks.
The answer comes from somewhere deep and lost, from behind a hidden wall.
‘Yes.’
🦋 drops the crop and runs both hands across his face. She can feel the wetness on his cheeks. Her words are suddenly soft, maternal.
‘I want to own you. Do you want that?’
‘Y-yes. Yes I do.’
‘I don’t let people treat my property as trash. You understand?’
‘I want to own you. Do you want that?’
‘Y-yes. Yes I do.’
‘I don’t let people treat my property as trash. You understand?’
⏳ nods, another abbreviated sob escaping. His mouth is still clenched. The pain is still radiating through his body, pulsing and releasing a flood of euphoria and despair.
⏳ slacks against his restraints and 🦋 presses her mouth to his.
This time, she doesn’t pull back.
⏳ slacks against his restraints and 🦋 presses her mouth to his.
This time, she doesn’t pull back.
What is she doing? What the fuck is she doing?
🦋 doesn’t care.
She reaches down to touch his cock, still hard, still painfully engorged from the rope tied around it. ⏳’s whole body tremors. As she strokes him once, and her tongue parts his lips to find his tongue.
🦋 doesn’t care.
She reaches down to touch his cock, still hard, still painfully engorged from the rope tied around it. ⏳’s whole body tremors. As she strokes him once, and her tongue parts his lips to find his tongue.
🦋 kisses him like a lover. ⏳ returns it like one, too. He groans against her teeth as she begins stroking faster, rubbing his leak all around the head of his cock.
‘What would she think if she knew you were here?’ she says.
‘I don’t care. I’m—I’m yours.’
‘What would she think if she knew you were here?’ she says.
‘I don’t care. I’m—I’m yours.’
🦋 strokes fast, amazed by the heat and fullness of ⏳ in her hand.
He’s whimpering and moaning, so close, so desperate for release.
He’s never been hard so long. He’s never had so many dizzying sensations tear through his body.
He’s whimpering and moaning, so close, so desperate for release.
He’s never been hard so long. He’s never had so many dizzying sensations tear through his body.
⏳’s orgasm is sharp, violent, both hindered and enhanced by the lingering pain. He bucks his hips and with a wail, shoots hot seed across her hand.
‘Good boy.’
🦋 lifts her hand to his mouth. ‘Clean up your mess.’
‘Good boy.’
🦋 lifts her hand to his mouth. ‘Clean up your mess.’
⏳ hesitates, but only for a second.
He sucks his own spend off her slender fingers.
He can’t believe it when 🦋 puts her own mouth on his, searching with her tongue for a taste of it.
He sucks his own spend off her slender fingers.
He can’t believe it when 🦋 puts her own mouth on his, searching with her tongue for a taste of it.
‘You taste good, don’t you? I love how my mascotita tastes. I love everything about him.’
He’s exhausted. ⏳ feels 🦋 tug at and release the ropes around his cock and balls. Suddenly the numbness from the restricted blood flow subsides and sensation rushes back.
He’s exhausted. ⏳ feels 🦋 tug at and release the ropes around his cock and balls. Suddenly the numbness from the restricted blood flow subsides and sensation rushes back.
🦋 unshackles his hands and he can barely stand. She puts her around him. It’s to hold him up, but it feels like a hug. ⏳ buried his face in her hair and takes a sharp breath.
‘Come with me,’ she whispers, adjusting his blindfold to keep it tight.
‘Come with me,’ she whispers, adjusting his blindfold to keep it tight.
🦋 leads him to the bed and pulls ⏳ down with her. She wraps around him so he’s curled in her arms, head pressed against her breasts. He doesn’t touch. He wraps his own arms around his body. She kisses the top of his head.
After a moment, she hears him let out a sob.
After a moment, she hears him let out a sob.
‘You okay?’ 🦋 asks.
Maybe she went too far. She got too angry.
Why would ⏳ understand why? What was she more angry about? The fact he has a girlfriend or the fact he won’t stop letting himself get treated like shit by her and everyone else?
Maybe she went too far. She got too angry.
Why would ⏳ understand why? What was she more angry about? The fact he has a girlfriend or the fact he won’t stop letting himself get treated like shit by her and everyone else?
The fact ⏳ thinks he’s worthless when she thinks he’s the most beautiful person she’s ever known. It infuriates her.
⏳ doesn’t answer. He just cries against 🦋’s chest with ragged, heaving breaths.
‘I’m sorry. I went too far. Why didn’t you use your safe word?’
⏳ doesn’t answer. He just cries against 🦋’s chest with ragged, heaving breaths.
‘I’m sorry. I went too far. Why didn’t you use your safe word?’
⏳ shakes his head. ‘It’s not that.’
‘What is it?’
He can barely get the words out. ‘Th-that you were right. I think I’m t-t-trash.’
🦋 squeezes him as hard as she can.
‘What is it?’
He can barely get the words out. ‘Th-that you were right. I think I’m t-t-trash.’
🦋 squeezes him as hard as she can.
‘You’re not. I told you.’ 🦋 says, her voice firm.
‘I’m—I’m sorry. You don’t need to hear my shit. I should go.’
‘You don’t leave until I say leave. Now talk to me.’
‘M-my girlfriend left. I am gonna lose everything I worked m-my whole life for. My family thinks I’m a loser.’
‘I’m—I’m sorry. You don’t need to hear my shit. I should go.’
‘You don’t leave until I say leave. Now talk to me.’
‘M-my girlfriend left. I am gonna lose everything I worked m-my whole life for. My family thinks I’m a loser.’
‘Even my little niece. She was always my favorite, the one person who got me, kind of my best buddy. She—she won’t even look at me anymore. I r-ruin —’
🦋 lets him cry against her for a few moments. She had no idea he was in so much pain. And she’d been part of the reason.
🦋 lets him cry against her for a few moments. She had no idea he was in so much pain. And she’d been part of the reason.
🦋 was too in love with him to look him in the eyes and because of it, she’d selfishly taken from him the last form of love he could hold onto.
Instead she’d tortured him and reduced him to a crying mess. Maybe this wasn’t an act.
Maybe she really was a sadist.
Instead she’d tortured him and reduced him to a crying mess. Maybe this wasn’t an act.
Maybe she really was a sadist.
‘Maybe—maybe your niece has a crush on you.’
⏳ snorts out a laugh. ‘No, I don’t think that’s it.’
‘Well, maybe she does and just feels—awkward around you.’
‘Or maybe she just got old enough to realize her tío is a weird, embarrassing rat man.’
⏳ snorts out a laugh. ‘No, I don’t think that’s it.’
‘Well, maybe she does and just feels—awkward around you.’
‘Or maybe she just got old enough to realize her tío is a weird, embarrassing rat man.’
‘Was the pain too much?’ 🦋 asks.
‘I told you, Mistress. You can do whatever you want to do.’
Anger pricks her again. ‘You can’t keep letting people do whatever they want to you.’
⏳ places his mouth against her neck. ‘Not anyone. Just you.’
‘I told you, Mistress. You can do whatever you want to do.’
Anger pricks her again. ‘You can’t keep letting people do whatever they want to you.’
⏳ places his mouth against her neck. ‘Not anyone. Just you.’
Three days go by and ⏳ doesn’t answer Pilar’s messages. She sends more.
He wants to. He almost does. He would have a month ago. Now something’s stopping him.
He remembers a company Christmas party at a swanky hotel the previous year.
She didn’t want ⏳ to go.
He wants to. He almost does. He would have a month ago. Now something’s stopping him.
He remembers a company Christmas party at a swanky hotel the previous year.
She didn’t want ⏳ to go.
Pilar wanted to take Brad, a regionally famous realtor. It was for networking reasons, she said. Besides, he hated parties. Why did he care?
She reminded him he didn’t pull off a suit well, or even own one nice enough for an event like that. She’d come over later.
She didn’t.
She reminded him he didn’t pull off a suit well, or even own one nice enough for an event like that. She’d come over later.
She didn’t.
Brad was good arm candy. He’d get her noticed by big builders and corporate clients.
⏳ didn’t really mind watching Meet Me in St. Louis at home with the rats.
But it made him feel fucking worthless.
⏳ didn’t really mind watching Meet Me in St. Louis at home with the rats.
But it made him feel fucking worthless.
He tries to focus on writing. He’s been doing better about it lately. The phone next to him lights up. This time it’s not more of Pilar’s penance on the screen. It’s 🦋.
⏳ answers it without hesitation. She never calls him.
His first thought is that someone’s dead.
⏳ answers it without hesitation. She never calls him.
His first thought is that someone’s dead.
‘H-hey, kid. Everything okay? Your parents okay?’
Is Julieta in the hospital? Did she get her car towed? Does she want to borrow money?
‘Hi, tío. Everything’s okay. Just—hadn’t talked to you in a while.’
‘Oh. Oh! Well that’s great! I’m—I’m really happy to hear from you.’
Is Julieta in the hospital? Did she get her car towed? Does she want to borrow money?
‘Hi, tío. Everything’s okay. Just—hadn’t talked to you in a while.’
‘Oh. Oh! Well that’s great! I’m—I’m really happy to hear from you.’
Panic sets in that ⏳ might recognize her voice. He’s going to figure this out quickly. Surely 🦋 can’t keep up this ruse.
‘—really, really happy,’ he says. ‘How’s school and all that?’
⏳ doesn’t seem to notice anything.
‘School’s good. Want to come meet me?’
‘—really, really happy,’ he says. ‘How’s school and all that?’
⏳ doesn’t seem to notice anything.
‘School’s good. Want to come meet me?’
⏳ looks at the time. He doesn’t know why. He has nothing going on. ‘Sure, kid. Where are you living these days? I can pick you up—‘
‘N-no, that’s fine. How about the aquarium? Meet me there?’
‘Yeah. Let me—um, try to look like I leave the house sometimes. Give me an hour.’
‘N-no, that’s fine. How about the aquarium? Meet me there?’
‘Yeah. Let me—um, try to look like I leave the house sometimes. Give me an hour.’
FYI I’m one of those Brumis who fucks with the age gap/ timeline in my fics. I’m just gonna go with ⏳’s late 40s and 🦋’s early 20s here.
She’s nervous. Really nervous. What if he figures it out? Better somewhere public so there isn’t a scene.
When ⏳ walks in, she’s startled by how handsome he looks. He’s got his long hair pulled back. He’s wearing a green button down shirt that actually looks ironed for once.
When ⏳ walks in, she’s startled by how handsome he looks. He’s got his long hair pulled back. He’s wearing a green button down shirt that actually looks ironed for once.
Is ⏳ trying to look good for her? She hopes so.
🦋 runs up to him and hugs him. ‘Tío!’
‘H-hey, kid. You haven’t been this happy to see me since you were like 5.’
‘I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you a lot,’ she says, squeezing his waist and taking in his smell.
🦋 runs up to him and hugs him. ‘Tío!’
‘H-hey, kid. You haven’t been this happy to see me since you were like 5.’
‘I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you a lot,’ she says, squeezing his waist and taking in his smell.
⏳ laughs nervously. ‘Well—you knew where to find me.’
🦋 takes his hand and leads him towards the door of an observation room. ‘Come on.’
It reminds him of when she was a kid, taking his hand, leading him through his mother’s casita.
🦋 takes his hand and leads him towards the door of an observation room. ‘Come on.’
It reminds him of when she was a kid, taking his hand, leading him through his mother’s casita.
Tío, come look at this room I found under the stairs.
Tío, come see this trunk I found in the attic.
Tío, I made a secret hideout behind the azaleas.
🦋 wanted to show him everything first. She wanted to explore everything and everywhere with him.
Until the day she didn’t.
Tío, come see this trunk I found in the attic.
Tío, I made a secret hideout behind the azaleas.
🦋 wanted to show him everything first. She wanted to explore everything and everywhere with him.
Until the day she didn’t.
They walk under a tunnel of floating fish and glowing green light. ‘Why’d you want to come here?’ ⏳ asks.
‘I work here!’
‘Really?’ he asks, surprised.
‘Yeah! Just one day a week. Mostly so I can get in free. It’s part of the zoo. Antonio got me a job.’
‘I work here!’
‘Really?’ he asks, surprised.
‘Yeah! Just one day a week. Mostly so I can get in free. It’s part of the zoo. Antonio got me a job.’
‘I guess I don’t know much about you or your life anymore. You come here on your day off?’
‘It’s so peaceful,’ she says, her eyes soft and lidded.
⏳ nods.
🦋’s clinging to his arm and pressing her cheek against his shoulder. It feels so natural that he barely notices.
‘It’s so peaceful,’ she says, her eyes soft and lidded.
⏳ nods.
🦋’s clinging to his arm and pressing her cheek against his shoulder. It feels so natural that he barely notices.
‘That’s a cool one,’ ⏳ says, pointing to a dark colored fish speckled with white. It reminds him a little of the night sky.
‘That’s a Marine Betta.’
He laughs. ‘You know your fish.’
‘That’s a Marine Betta.’
He laughs. ‘You know your fish.’
‘They’re really shy. They like to hide. They have to be in just the right environment or they won’t come out at all.’
🦋 looks at ⏳, her face glowing with the light from the tanks.
‘They’re really, really beautiful but prefer to be in the dark.’
🦋 looks at ⏳, her face glowing with the light from the tanks.
‘They’re really, really beautiful but prefer to be in the dark.’
🦋is quiet for a moment.
‘They take a lot of patience. But they’re one of my favorites. Not just anyone can get them to come out of hiding.’
⏳ looks back at her but doesn’t say anything.
He notices the delicate arch of her lips, how close they are to his face.
‘They take a lot of patience. But they’re one of my favorites. Not just anyone can get them to come out of hiding.’
⏳ looks back at her but doesn’t say anything.
He notices the delicate arch of her lips, how close they are to his face.
⏳ stiffens. 🦋 is not a kid sharing secret plans anymore. He shouldn’t be this close to her. She shouldn’t be this close to him.
‘Tío, I need to tell you something.’
‘Wh-what is it?’ he asks, hoping she won’t hear him swallow.
‘Tío, I need to tell you something.’
‘Wh-what is it?’ he asks, hoping she won’t hear him swallow.
‘I’m sorry I’ve been weird at family stuff. That I haven’t talked to you. It’s—it’s not you. I miss you. I miss you so much. I just—‘
‘J-just what?’ ⏳ feels like he should take a step back, put distance between them, but 🦋’s still got her arms wrapped so tightly around his.
‘J-just what?’ ⏳ feels like he should take a step back, put distance between them, but 🦋’s still got her arms wrapped so tightly around his.
⏳ stands as still as he can, afraid if he moves his face an inch somehow it will end in their lips crushed together.
‘Promise you won’t be mad, tío?’ she begs.
‘I—of course, of course I won’t be mad... I don’t think...’
‘Promise you won’t be mad, tío?’ she begs.
‘I—of course, of course I won’t be mad... I don’t think...’
Sorry for the suspense. My tenant came out to the backyard and we had a doggy play date. I’m back.
‘Pilar. I hate Pilar.’
⏳ bursts out laughing. ‘WHAT? Pilar? That’s it? That’s your problem? This whole time?’
‘I don’t like her! I don’t like how she talks to you. I don’t like her ugly Kate Spade headbands. I don’t like her stupid voice. I don’t like how you act around her.’
⏳ bursts out laughing. ‘WHAT? Pilar? That’s it? That’s your problem? This whole time?’
‘I don’t like her! I don’t like how she talks to you. I don’t like her ugly Kate Spade headbands. I don’t like her stupid voice. I don’t like how you act around her.’
⏳ puts his face in his hands and shakes his head. ‘Well, kid, she’s long gone.’
‘Are you sure?’ 🦋 asks, voice tense.
‘Kid, what’s wrong with you?’ His eyes are half amused, half bewildered.
🦋 sits down on a bench, and he follows, taking the opportunity to create distance.
‘Are you sure?’ 🦋 asks, voice tense.
‘Kid, what’s wrong with you?’ His eyes are half amused, half bewildered.
🦋 sits down on a bench, and he follows, taking the opportunity to create distance.
‘I know this is really—really stupid. But I—I have a crush on you. I know it’s totally… not normal. I can’t help it. I’ve felt this way since I was—maybe 15? It’s just gotten worse. And I couldn’t tell you. It’s so embarrassing. I thought just avoiding you was best...’
🦋is babbling. ‘I didn’t—I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings...’
⏳is stunned. He stares at her, but she can’t look at him.
She’s fixating on a sea cucumber, hoping the burning humiliation in her chest will go away.
⏳is stunned. He stares at her, but she can’t look at him.
She’s fixating on a sea cucumber, hoping the burning humiliation in her chest will go away.
‘Well—that’s not, um, what I expected you to say.’ ⏳ rubs his arm nervously.
🦋 takes off her glasses and presses the heels of her hands into her eyes.
‘I know you can’t feel that way about me and it’s just…’
🦋 takes off her glasses and presses the heels of her hands into her eyes.
‘I know you can’t feel that way about me and it’s just…’
They are quiet for a few minutes. It’s a Monday. She’s grateful they’ve been the only ones in the room, but now a woman with a stroller and two small children are breaking the silence between them.
⏳ turns toward her. ‘You, uh, you want to get some lunch?’
🦋 groans.
⏳ turns toward her. ‘You, uh, you want to get some lunch?’
🦋 groans.
NO, 🦋 wants to scream. She wants to go bury her head under a pillow like a marine betta fish and never come out.
But she remembers why she’s there.
It’s not about her. Or her feelings.
It’s about his.
‘Yeah. Okay.’
But she remembers why she’s there.
It’s not about her. Or her feelings.
It’s about his.
‘Yeah. Okay.’
⏳ can’t really process what she’s just said to him. He doesn’t have any place to put this in his mind.
⏳ thinks about the closeness of 🦋’s mouth just moments ago. How easy it would have been to kiss her.
How much he wanted to kiss her even though he couldn’t admit it.
⏳ thinks about the closeness of 🦋’s mouth just moments ago. How easy it would have been to kiss her.
How much he wanted to kiss her even though he couldn’t admit it.
Not even to himself.
Then ⏳ thinks of Mistress Mariposa. Her lips. Her tongue slipped between his, coaxing truth out of his mouth.
Mistress Marpiosa wants so badly for him to be able to ask for what he wants. What good does that do when what you want to ask for isn’t allowed?
Then ⏳ thinks of Mistress Mariposa. Her lips. Her tongue slipped between his, coaxing truth out of his mouth.
Mistress Marpiosa wants so badly for him to be able to ask for what he wants. What good does that do when what you want to ask for isn’t allowed?
⏳ stops her as they walk out. ‘🦋.’
‘Yeah?’
‘I—all I want is you. I mean, to have you in my life. As my sobrina. I miss ya, kid. You’re really all the family I felt like I had. And, and I don’t want what you just told me t-to make you not want to be around me or embarrassed—‘
‘Yeah?’
‘I—all I want is you. I mean, to have you in my life. As my sobrina. I miss ya, kid. You’re really all the family I felt like I had. And, and I don’t want what you just told me t-to make you not want to be around me or embarrassed—‘
‘It’s fine, tío. Just forg—‘
‘If it—if it makes it less awkward for you to know I’m attracted to you, too, then—‘
That’s it.
🦋 grabs him by his collar and pulls him into her. ⏳’s hands stiffen in the air and his mouth is frozen against hers.
‘If it—if it makes it less awkward for you to know I’m attracted to you, too, then—‘
That’s it.
🦋 grabs him by his collar and pulls him into her. ⏳’s hands stiffen in the air and his mouth is frozen against hers.
Oh no.
🦋 pulls back and looks at him.
⏳’s eyes are rounded with terror. She miscalculated.
‘🦋, I—‘
‘What?’
‘I—‘
‘Just say something,’ she snaps.
‘I use to change your dirty diapers.’
‘Dios mío, ⏳. THAT’s what you have to say?’
🦋 pulls back and looks at him.
⏳’s eyes are rounded with terror. She miscalculated.
‘🦋, I—‘
‘What?’
‘I—‘
‘Just say something,’ she snaps.
‘I use to change your dirty diapers.’
‘Dios mío, ⏳. THAT’s what you have to say?’
‘I’m—I’m sorry? Look, this is pretty weird for both of us. Just—‘
🦋 starts to walk away.
⏳’s voice is pleading. It reminds 🦋of how he sounded shackled to her walk.
‘Please don’t leave okay? Please. Let’s at least—talk about it or something? Don’t shut me out again, kid.’
🦋 starts to walk away.
⏳’s voice is pleading. It reminds 🦋of how he sounded shackled to her walk.
‘Please don’t leave okay? Please. Let’s at least—talk about it or something? Don’t shut me out again, kid.’
🦋 stops. She’s being so selfish. She knows it. All ⏳ wants is his little sobrina. She’s letting her emotions control her the same way they did the night she reduced him to a beaten, sobbing mess.
He was finally asking her for something.
Would she really deny him?
He was finally asking her for something.
Would she really deny him?
🦋 turns around and hugs him. ‘Tío, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I won’t. I promise I won’t.’
⏳ sinks into her embrace. It’s all he wants, the feeling of her warmth against him, warmth radiating from someone he loves so much.
Not sex.
Just warmth.
⏳ sinks into her embrace. It’s all he wants, the feeling of her warmth against him, warmth radiating from someone he loves so much.
Not sex.
Just warmth.
⏳ buries his head in her hair. She smells good. And the scent is so familiar. A strange, unsettled feeling clenches his stomach.
‘H-hey, not to be weird but—what perfume is that?’
‘Why? Shopping for Pilar?’
‘No! It just smells—I don’t know. Familiar. Can’t place it.’
‘H-hey, not to be weird but—what perfume is that?’
‘Why? Shopping for Pilar?’
‘No! It just smells—I don’t know. Familiar. Can’t place it.’
🦋’s muscles tighten. Oh no.
She’s miscalculated again.
‘It’s, uh, I don’t remember. Gucci maybe? Something flowery. Just had a sample. It’s, like, pretty popular. Really popular. Lots of girls wear it...’
‘Right,’ ⏳ says. ‘Well. You smell nice. Not trying to be creepy or—‘
She’s miscalculated again.
‘It’s, uh, I don’t remember. Gucci maybe? Something flowery. Just had a sample. It’s, like, pretty popular. Really popular. Lots of girls wear it...’
‘Right,’ ⏳ says. ‘Well. You smell nice. Not trying to be creepy or—‘
🦋 takes his hands and smiles. ‘Tío, we’re past that.’
‘Okay. Okay good,’ ⏳ says. ‘Now let me take you to lunch? Like a tío? Don’t college kids like free food?’
‘Okay but for the record, like, I was the one who kissed you. And you didn’t kiss me back. I’m the creepy one...’
‘Okay. Okay good,’ ⏳ says. ‘Now let me take you to lunch? Like a tío? Don’t college kids like free food?’
‘Okay but for the record, like, I was the one who kissed you. And you didn’t kiss me back. I’m the creepy one...’
If only 🦋 knew how hard it had been not to kiss her back.
But the truth was, it hadn’t been because she was his niece—as much as ⏳ wanted to deny that fact to himself.
It was because he couldn’t get another woman off his mind.
But the truth was, it hadn’t been because she was his niece—as much as ⏳ wanted to deny that fact to himself.
It was because he couldn’t get another woman off his mind.
Okay leaving it there for a while. Should probably vacuum or do some work or go for a run or something.
All these years waiting in offensively long lines at Home Goods never even considering I could be writing smut to pass the time...
It’s been a week since he saw Mistress Mariposa.
When he messaged her, she almost ignored it.
🦋 wanted to ignore it. She knows she’s playing with fire now.
⏳’s a smart guy. He can’t stay naive forever.
When he messaged her, she almost ignored it.
🦋 wanted to ignore it. She knows she’s playing with fire now.
⏳’s a smart guy. He can’t stay naive forever.
But it might also break her heart to keep having him that way knowing he’d never let her have him in their real life.
⏳ wants 🦋to be his little sobrina.
That’s who he misses.
That’s who she is to him.
⏳ wants 🦋to be his little sobrina.
That’s who he misses.
That’s who she is to him.
One more time, 🦋 tells herself. Then she’ll say she’s moving. To another country.
That will be it.
Real life 🦋 will call ⏳every now and then and finally accept his Facebook friend request and try not to be weird at holidays.
That will be that.
That will be it.
Real life 🦋 will call ⏳every now and then and finally accept his Facebook friend request and try not to be weird at holidays.
That will be that.
This time 🦋 has ⏳ kneeling with his hands tied behind his back.
She only has his cock tied this time, just tight enough to keeping him rock hard and dripping precum for her. She loves seeing him like that. She won’t let him stay hard long.
He deserves a reward.
She only has his cock tied this time, just tight enough to keeping him rock hard and dripping precum for her. She loves seeing him like that. She won’t let him stay hard long.
He deserves a reward.
🦋 allows him to smell her just like the first night. He’s not as shy anymore.
⏳presses into her panties, inhaling deeply, feeling the wetness on his nose.
He can’t believe it when she actually pulls them aside and forces his mouth against her.
⏳presses into her panties, inhaling deeply, feeling the wetness on his nose.
He can’t believe it when she actually pulls them aside and forces his mouth against her.
⏳starts lapping at her cunt desperately, like she might pull away from him at any second. But she doesn’t. 🦋 moans at the feeling of his tongue on her and inside her, something she’s thought about so many times.
He knows what he’s doing.
Of course.
He’s such a good boy.
He knows what he’s doing.
Of course.
He’s such a good boy.
Did he do this to Pilar? Did ⏳ make her moan and writhe like this?
🦋tried not to think about it. He doesn’t want to think about anyone else having him.
She wants so badly to own him, and she knows she can’t.
Not really.
🦋tried not to think about it. He doesn’t want to think about anyone else having him.
She wants so badly to own him, and she knows she can’t.
Not really.
He’s greedy for her wetness. ⏳ wishes his hands weren’t tied so he could grab her hips and hold her against his face.
So he could slip two fingers deep in her dripping hole and thrust in and out until she screams and shakes.
So he could slip two fingers deep in her dripping hole and thrust in and out until she screams and shakes.
So he could reach up and finally touch the soft, pert breasts he’d only felt pressed through lace.
And at the same time, it’s so utterly erotic to be under her control, to be used as a tool for her pleasure. It’s all ⏳ wants. To make these sounds come from her body with his.
And at the same time, it’s so utterly erotic to be under her control, to be used as a tool for her pleasure. It’s all ⏳ wants. To make these sounds come from her body with his.
Brb on my next errand lol
Cashier at Trader Joe’s has no idea how turned on I am.
⏳is flicking his tongue against her clit so fast now she feels like she’s going to cum any second. 🦋’s never had a guy enjoy this so much or be so voracious.
Maybe this position was a bad idea. Her legs are about to give out from under her.
Maybe this position was a bad idea. Her legs are about to give out from under her.
🦋 grips his long curls and guides him on his knees to the bed. She sits on the edge and leans back, giving him even more access to her hot, wet center.
⏳ closes his mouth over her clit and sucks so hard she screams before assaulting with little lashes of his tongue.
⏳ closes his mouth over her clit and sucks so hard she screams before assaulting with little lashes of his tongue.
🦋 completely loses it. She wraps her legs around his neck and bucks her hips against him, releasing a flood into his mouth.
⏳ drinks it like it’s water and he’ll die without it.
⏳ drinks it like it’s water and he’ll die without it.
🦋 collapses back, still shuddering from her orgasm.
⏳ sits back up on his knees, mouth and stubble glistening with her slick. It’s a perfect sight.
‘Butterfly,’ he says quietly.
‘W-what?’ she gasps.
‘Butterfly.’
⏳ sits back up on his knees, mouth and stubble glistening with her slick. It’s a perfect sight.
‘Butterfly,’ he says quietly.
‘W-what?’ she gasps.
‘Butterfly.’
🦋 looks dazed. She doesn’t understand. Are his hands going numb in the ropes? Did she hurt him somehow?
‘I—okay. Hang on.
She quickly unties his wrists and his still stiff cock.
‘What’s wr—‘
⏳ pulls off the blindfold.
‘Well hey, kid.’
‘I—okay. Hang on.
She quickly unties his wrists and his still stiff cock.
‘What’s wr—‘
⏳ pulls off the blindfold.
‘Well hey, kid.’
🦋 is stunned. She looks at ⏳ for an excrutiating and eternal second.
‘Mierda.’
She gets up and runs into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
⏳ sits there for a moment, glancing around the room. It all feels a lot different in the daylight.
‘Mierda.’
She gets up and runs into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
⏳ sits there for a moment, glancing around the room. It all feels a lot different in the daylight.
⏳ walks to the kitchen sink and takes a drink of water, wiping the slick from his face. He picks up his pants from the floor and starts to get dressed.
He can hear 🦋 emitting little whines and quietly swearing behind the bathroom door.
He knocks softly. ‘Hey, uh, ….’
He can hear 🦋 emitting little whines and quietly swearing behind the bathroom door.
He knocks softly. ‘Hey, uh, ….’
‘Go away!’
‘Oh come on. Really?’
‘Really!’
‘🦋.’ Now his voice is stern. He sounds like a tío. ‘Open the damn door.’
‘No!’
⏳ stands there for a minute. What the fuck. He’s the one who should be allowed to be upset.
‘Oh come on. Really?’
‘Really!’
‘🦋.’ Now his voice is stern. He sounds like a tío. ‘Open the damn door.’
‘No!’
⏳ stands there for a minute. What the fuck. He’s the one who should be allowed to be upset.
10 minutes ago she had his cock on a leash.
Does she really think she’s a little kid about to get in trouble?
‘Dios mío. It’s—it’s okay. I’m not mad at you. Please let me in? What’d I ask for?—the only thing I’ve asked you for—don’t shut me out.’
Does she really think she’s a little kid about to get in trouble?
‘Dios mío. It’s—it’s okay. I’m not mad at you. Please let me in? What’d I ask for?—the only thing I’ve asked you for—don’t shut me out.’
⏳ waits for a moment until he finally hears the door unlatch.
‘🦋.’
‘I’m so sorry, tío, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I did this to you. Please don’t tell my pare—‘
‘Kid. You need to calm down. Come here.’ ⏳ pulls in her for a hug.
‘🦋.’
‘I’m so sorry, tío, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I did this to you. Please don’t tell my pare—‘
‘Kid. You need to calm down. Come here.’ ⏳ pulls in her for a hug.
⏳ looks down over her shoulder at the yellow panties and matching stockings she has on. They do a nice job of framing her full ass. ‘Nice outfit by the way.’
‘How did you know? WHEN did you know?’ 🦋 asks, shaking her head against his shoulder.
‘How did you know? WHEN did you know?’ 🦋 asks, shaking her head against his shoulder.
‘A couple days after the aquarium it clicked. I like the new perfume but you can’t fool me, kid. Look how big this schnozz is.’
‘You’re not mad?’ She sounds like a scolded child.
⏳ chuckles. ‘Well—no. I was pretty, um, pretty freaked out for a few days when I figured it out.’
‘You’re not mad?’ She sounds like a scolded child.
⏳ chuckles. ‘Well—no. I was pretty, um, pretty freaked out for a few days when I figured it out.’
‘I mean, the perfume, calling me out of nowhere, the terrible Spanish dialect… Pilar is from Spain. Your conjugations are all wrong, kid.’
‘Dios.’
‘It’s okay. I’m… I’m glad.’
‘Glad?’ she says, incredulous.
‘Dios.’
‘It’s okay. I’m… I’m glad.’
‘Glad?’ she says, incredulous.
‘Yeah. The more I thought about it—I would have eventually—if I’d spent enough time with you—I couldn’t have just kept pretending you’re the same little kid who use to follow me around your abuela’s house. I’d have given in. I’d have crossed a line with you. I’m trash remember?’
‘You’re not… tío, you’re not! Stop!’ She pulls ⏳ down on the bed.
‘You must think I’m some kind of freak for all of this. Even before knowing it was you.’
‘No. I wanted—I wanted you. I’ve been in love with you since I was 15.’ 🦋 straddles him. ‘Tío, I don’t want to stop.’
‘You must think I’m some kind of freak for all of this. Even before knowing it was you.’
‘No. I wanted—I wanted you. I’ve been in love with you since I was 15.’ 🦋 straddles him. ‘Tío, I don’t want to stop.’
‘Wh-what do you mean?’
🦋 pulls ⏳’s mouth close to hers. ‘This. I don’t want to stop.’
‘Y-you want to be my Domme? Christmases are already pretty weird with you.’
🦋 kisses down his neck and brushes her lips against his beard. He still smells like her.
🦋 pulls ⏳’s mouth close to hers. ‘This. I don’t want to stop.’
‘Y-you want to be my Domme? Christmases are already pretty weird with you.’
🦋 kisses down his neck and brushes her lips against his beard. He still smells like her.
🦋 starts kissing across his face. ‘I want to own you... love you, mmmm, fuck you, follow you around everywhere, watch your soaps… mm, be best buddies…’ Her mouth moves down his neck. ‘I want to be everything.’
⏳ closes his eyes. ‘A-are you sure?
‘Yes.’
⏳ closes his eyes. ‘A-are you sure?
‘Yes.’
Okay, that’s it for tonight, folks. More drama in this saga to come.
Is cannon Brun0 totally a sub?
🦋 reaches down and grabs him through his pants. ⏳’s already hard and pulsing from how tightly she’d had him tied earlier.
‘I want it. I want you inside me,’ 🦋 says with a voice that begs.
‘Ay dios, 🦋. What’s that going to look like? You gonna tie me up again?’
‘I want it. I want you inside me,’ 🦋 says with a voice that begs.
‘Ay dios, 🦋. What’s that going to look like? You gonna tie me up again?’
‘That depends.’
‘On what?’
‘Do you love me?’ 🦋 flattens her palms against his chest and looks into his eyes. They’re even greener in the afternoon light.
⏳ stutters. ‘W-well, yeah, I mean, since the day you were bor—‘
‘No.’
‘On what?’
‘Do you love me?’ 🦋 flattens her palms against his chest and looks into his eyes. They’re even greener in the afternoon light.
⏳ stutters. ‘W-well, yeah, I mean, since the day you were bor—‘
‘No.’
‘You mean am I in—?’
‘Yes.’ 🦋 holds his gaze. She’s not letting him out of this restraint for anything.
⏳ rubs his hands against her thighs. It’s a nervous gesture, not a caress. ‘🦋—‘
‘Yes.’ 🦋 holds his gaze. She’s not letting him out of this restraint for anything.
⏳ rubs his hands against her thighs. It’s a nervous gesture, not a caress. ‘🦋—‘
🦋 starts to pull herself off his lap.
‘Forget it, tío.’
⏳ grabs her hips to hold her firm on his lap. ‘No! Listen. Knock this shit off. You need to learn to have a conversation, kid.’
🦋 snorts.
‘You—asked me that about Pilar and—‘
‘And you said you loved her.’
‘Forget it, tío.’
⏳ grabs her hips to hold her firm on his lap. ‘No! Listen. Knock this shit off. You need to learn to have a conversation, kid.’
🦋 snorts.
‘You—asked me that about Pilar and—‘
‘And you said you loved her.’
‘Yeah. Yes. I did. But… I guess if what I thought I had with her was love—I don’t even know what I feel with you. It’s something else.’
‘So what are you saying, tío?’ 🦋asks, exasperated, unconvinced.
⏳ puts his lips to her throat.
‘Te amo,’ he whispers. ‘I’m saying te amo.’
‘So what are you saying, tío?’ 🦋asks, exasperated, unconvinced.
⏳ puts his lips to her throat.
‘Te amo,’ he whispers. ‘I’m saying te amo.’
🦋 meets his lips and they fall into a kiss that’s deep and mending.
‘Te amo, ⏳.’
⏳ clears his throat. ‘So what’s it gonna be then? Water torture while you ride me? Clothespins on my nutsack? How can I please you, Mistress?’
He’s being sardonic now.
‘Te amo, ⏳.’
⏳ clears his throat. ‘So what’s it gonna be then? Water torture while you ride me? Clothespins on my nutsack? How can I please you, Mistress?’
He’s being sardonic now.
🦋 kisses him again, slow and sweet.
‘I don’t want to fuck my slave. I want to make love to mi novio.’
⏳ growls and grips her hips. ‘That what I am now?’
‘Yeah. Let Pilar know.’
‘I’ll—I’ll make sure she gets the message.’
‘I don’t want to fuck my slave. I want to make love to mi novio.’
⏳ growls and grips her hips. ‘That what I am now?’
‘Yeah. Let Pilar know.’
‘I’ll—I’ll make sure she gets the message.’
🦋 suddenly leans away from ⏳. ‘Did you make love to her?’
‘W-what do you mean? Why are you asking all these questions? You really still jealous of Pilar? Come on, kid...’
‘You wanted to marry her so you must have made love to her,’ she says.
‘W-what do you mean? Why are you asking all these questions? You really still jealous of Pilar? Come on, kid...’
‘You wanted to marry her so you must have made love to her,’ she says.
⏳ rolls his eyes and lifts her off his lap. ‘I think I know what you’re asking. And—no. She wasn’t that type.’
‘Ha! I knew it!’ 🦋 says, a little too victorious.
‘She liked it a certain way, not much kissing. Couldn’t go down on her… let’s see. Not much of a cuddler either.’
‘Ha! I knew it!’ 🦋 says, a little too victorious.
‘She liked it a certain way, not much kissing. Couldn’t go down on her… let’s see. Not much of a cuddler either.’
⏳ pauses. ‘Wait—wait. Who said I wanted to marry her?’
‘I—uh—your phone fell out of your pocket and I saw...um...’
‘Wow.’ ⏳ shakes his head. At first 🦋 thinks he’s mad, but then she sees he’s laughing. ‘We talked about it once or twice. That’s it. No ring. No plan.’
‘I—uh—your phone fell out of your pocket and I saw...um...’
‘Wow.’ ⏳ shakes his head. At first 🦋 thinks he’s mad, but then she sees he’s laughing. ‘We talked about it once or twice. That’s it. No ring. No plan.’
‘Does it bother you we can’t get married lega—‘
‘Kid! Twenty minutes ago you were hiding in the bathroom telling me to leave and now you’re asking about marriage. What’s your deal? Have I not made it clear enough? I don’t care. You own me. Isn’t that better than marriage?’
‘Kid! Twenty minutes ago you were hiding in the bathroom telling me to leave and now you’re asking about marriage. What’s your deal? Have I not made it clear enough? I don’t care. You own me. Isn’t that better than marriage?’
‘Maybe. Let’s see.’ 🦋 lies back on the bed.
‘Besides. I hear it’s legal in Australia.’
He scans over her body, suddenly noticing and appreciating the full curves of her hips, the flat of her stomach, the dark nipples just barely visible through the sheerness of her bra.
‘Besides. I hear it’s legal in Australia.’
He scans over her body, suddenly noticing and appreciating the full curves of her hips, the flat of her stomach, the dark nipples just barely visible through the sheerness of her bra.
I got my Australia plug in @BrunonoKat
🦋 sees how he’s looking at her and grins. ‘You said I could do whatever I wanted to you right?’
‘Y-yeah…’ Where’s she going to go with this?
‘I want you to do all the things to me you couldn’t do to her. Make love to me like you want to. Do whatever you want.’
‘Y-yeah…’ Where’s she going to go with this?
‘I want you to do all the things to me you couldn’t do to her. Make love to me like you want to. Do whatever you want.’
⏳’s face brightens. ‘You know what I wanna do? I wanna go fry up some eggs. You hungry? I’m hungry.’
‘Tío...’
‘Oh, oh! Even better… huevos pericos. You got a tomato?’
‘You’re kidding me right?’ 🦋 scoffs and props herself up on her arms. He has to be kidding.
‘Tío...’
‘Oh, oh! Even better… huevos pericos. You got a tomato?’
‘You’re kidding me right?’ 🦋 scoffs and props herself up on her arms. He has to be kidding.
‘Nope.’ ⏳ gets up off the bed. He takes her hand and leads her into the kitchen.
⏳ starts rummaging through her refrigerator. She stands in her stockings and heels, watching in disbelief.
‘Kid, you make 400 an hour doing this shit and you don’t buy groceries?’
⏳ starts rummaging through her refrigerator. She stands in her stockings and heels, watching in disbelief.
‘Kid, you make 400 an hour doing this shit and you don’t buy groceries?’
‘Oh! Oh wait—I see—eggs! If you don’t at least have beans and rice I’m kicking you out of the family.’
⏳ starts to shuffle around the kitchen, fumbling with pots and pans, grabbing things from the sparse cabinets.
It would be adorable if 🦋 wasn’t so angry and bewildered.
⏳ starts to shuffle around the kitchen, fumbling with pots and pans, grabbing things from the sparse cabinets.
It would be adorable if 🦋 wasn’t so angry and bewildered.
‘Tío, what are you doing?’ 🦋’s voice is shrill. He knows she’s not happy with him.
⏳ stops and sits the onion he’s cutting down on the counter. He turns to her and lifts the corner of his mouth in a half smile.
‘Making love to you. My way.’
⏳ stops and sits the onion he’s cutting down on the counter. He turns to her and lifts the corner of his mouth in a half smile.
‘Making love to you. My way.’
The words almost take her breath.
🦋 wraps two arms around his neck and hugs him. ⏳ returns it, planting soft kisses against her hair.
‘Te amo,’ she says. It’s an apology.
‘Te amo, kid. Now let me cook.’
🦋 wraps two arms around his neck and hugs him. ⏳ returns it, planting soft kisses against her hair.
‘Te amo,’ she says. It’s an apology.
‘Te amo, kid. Now let me cook.’
🦋 sits on the counter and watches ⏳ cook. He’s good at it. In his years of being alone, he practiced for no one but himself and the rats. Pilar had always wanted take out.
Now he could share it with someone else at a table set for more than one.
Now he could share it with someone else at a table set for more than one.
Every so often, ⏳ glances at her. He isn’t oblivious to the fact she’s half naked. It makes him fumble.
The sight of 🦋 isn’t as much distracting as it is exhilarating.
If his body is hers, is her body—her perfect body—really his in return?
The sight of 🦋 isn’t as much distracting as it is exhilarating.
If his body is hers, is her body—her perfect body—really his in return?
They eat together. And talk. Like they haven’t talked in years. The family, ⏳’s book, 🦋’s new passion for saltwater fish.
And now, somehow, 🦋 realizes that she thought she was in love with ⏳ an hour ago. 5 years ago. But she wasn’t. Not really.
Not until this moment.
And now, somehow, 🦋 realizes that she thought she was in love with ⏳ an hour ago. 5 years ago. But she wasn’t. Not really.
Not until this moment.
🦋 gets up and starts to put the dishes in the sink when she feels ⏳’s thin arms wrap around her waist.
Kissing against her neck he says, ‘How was it? Best love making you ever had?’
🦋 turns to face him. ‘My first.’
‘Huh. No kidding. Well, ready to go again if you are.’
Kissing against her neck he says, ‘How was it? Best love making you ever had?’
🦋 turns to face him. ‘My first.’
‘Huh. No kidding. Well, ready to go again if you are.’
No it’s not over. But I gotta sleep. Good night, Brumis!
⏳ leans in to kiss her, but 🦋 pushed back. “Hold on. You don’t expect to get away with that...”
⏳ looks back at her, confused. “Away with what?”
“The eggs were nice. But you didn’t give me what I want. And now I have to teach you what happens when I don’t get what I want.”
⏳ looks back at her, confused. “Away with what?”
“The eggs were nice. But you didn’t give me what I want. And now I have to teach you what happens when I don’t get what I want.”
“Come on, you’re kidding right?”
🦋’s look tells him that she’s not.
“Go to the bedroom.”
⏳ hesitates, but obeys. As he turns and behind to walk, she says, “Crawl.”
“Y-yes, Mistress.”
It feels different now. There’s been a shift. He’s self-conscious, and he feels silly.
🦋’s look tells him that she’s not.
“Go to the bedroom.”
⏳ hesitates, but obeys. As he turns and behind to walk, she says, “Crawl.”
“Y-yes, Mistress.”
It feels different now. There’s been a shift. He’s self-conscious, and he feels silly.
⏳ crawls to the bedroom and waits with his head down until he hears 🦋’s heels clattering on the hardwood.
He straightens when she approaches. His hands are behind his back, just like she taught him.
“Good boy,” she coos, letting her fingers comb through his hair.
He straightens when she approaches. His hands are behind his back, just like she taught him.
“Good boy,” she coos, letting her fingers comb through his hair.
“I like seeing you like this. I’ll never get tired of seeing you on your knees.”
It’s strange to hear 🦋 saying these things in her own voice. But somehow it makes it more erotic, more exciting.
More real.
She touches under his chin and lifts his face towards hers.
It’s strange to hear 🦋 saying these things in her own voice. But somehow it makes it more erotic, more exciting.
More real.
She touches under his chin and lifts his face towards hers.
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