Pussy worship Stories

I lay in the darkness of my bedroom, waiting. It was almost midnight, and the quiet all around me seemed to faintly hum. Or maybe it was the throbbing of my own heartbeat that I heard. Just as Grady had requested, I rested on my back, with the bedspread beneath me. It wouldn't do to hide under the covers. The summer night was warm, yet I shivered with anticipation. I wore a sheer black bra but had forgone the matching pan...

I am naked and lying on my back. My head rests within the confines of Robin's queening chair, which is shaped like a box, its sides enclosed around me. I'm grateful for the padded bottom side separating my head from the floor. I'd find the contraption claustrophobic if I were able to see, but the blindfold subdues my anxiety. It also prevents me from seeing any of the women who will soon take a seat on the chair. Directly...

Dear Pussy, Does it bother you that I sometimes call you a cock? Do you feel misgendered?? Or do you feel seen as the penetrating power you can sometimes be?? Dear Pussy, Is the reason why you are so wet all the time because you’re crying? I imagine it must be so lonely. If my heart feels lonely, you must feel it too, right? I wish I could find someone worthy of us, my Power, I truly do. Dear Pussy, I wonder, what other w...

Alex Steele, a college senior, has been assigned to interview Dr. Emily Watson, a successful psychiatrist, for her university's newspaper. Alex is instantly drawn to Dr. Watson's intelligence, confidence, and enigmatic aura. He can't help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over him as he sits down across from her. As they begin the interview, Alex tries to maintain his professional demeanour, but finds himself easily dis...