True to form, when Alouette came home I sobbed my heart out to her about how much I love her and how turned on I am. I didn’t fly to her because I fumbled one of my crutches. She came to sit on the arm of my chair and hold me and kiss me. She fetched my collar and made me feel safe and loved for when Master got home. ♥
After dinner we played with toys. Master had me lift up my skirt and, with some probing and teasing, put one of our butt plugs into me. Not one of the harsh one. An “easy” one. They gave me our magic wand, Nemesis:
And had me play with her. But no touching my pussy. The attention to be on my butt plug, pressing Nemesis into the base of that. Feeling the vibration rippling through it. What that does, definitely enough sensation to cum. Definitely.
“Is it hard, Princess?”
It is. Of course it is.
“Tell me this isn’t enough to make you cum. That will help.”
Ugh, help.
I told them, desperately:
“This isn’t enough to make me cum.” “This isn’t enough to make me cum.” “This isn’t enough to make me cum.”
Trying to convince them and me.
I tried to breathe slow and even, to just feel the rhythm of the words, to let that carry me away from the sensations that are making me tense all my stomach muscles to resist, that are making me curl up into a ball until Alouette lifts my chin up to face Master. Away from the sensations that are making my breath get shorter and shorter, my voice get squeakier and screamier.
And what did I feel? I wanted to not want to, that would be easier. But no. I wanted an orgasm so much and it was so close. I felt it gathering force, electric spasms in my thighs, felt it like cruel fingers tormenting the soles of my feet, my heart racing, my pussy clenching with the need to something to touch it, to fill it. So wet. So much. I wanted to not want to but I burned for an orgasm.
All the more so because knowing they love to see me struggle so turns me on. And she twisted her hand in my hair so I couldn’t look away from him. Couldn’t not see how much he was enjoying me trying so hard for them.
Trying not to only made me want it more and forced me to try harder which only made me go back around that circle again until I was whining and screaming and crying with frustration and still trying to repeat for them as clearly as I can:
“This isn’t enough to make me cum.” “This isn’t enough to make me cum.” “This isn’t enough to make me cum.”
But it was. I knew it. They knew it. I could see it in their eyes. Their smiles. I could feel it in the way Alouette kissed my cheek and shushed me when I sobbed. We knew.
Master took Nemesis out of my hand and switched her off. He told me it’s okay to stop. “I know you don’t want to,” the love in his eyes, and in her eyes too made me feel like I was trying to breathe glass. My chest hurt. “Good girl.”
They kissed me and held my clawing hands away. They stroked me and I burrowed my head into his chest and sobbed helplessly for the need I want to not have but love to feel and for the orgasm I get so turned on not to have.
When they slipped their hands under my dress to feel how very wet this made me, it was almost enough. But I’d already slipped back away from the abyss. Almost is enough to make me shudder. Almost is enough to make me shed tears. Almost is enough to make me curse like a sailor. But almost is still only almost.
Making love afterwards was a release. Alouette leading me down to share kisses and Master’s cock with her. Master and I kissing our way down her body to reach her. To make her cum and me see rainbow colours. Their orgasms aren’t mine. But… almost. Almost.
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