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dom-plays-with-dolls:

What I love about edging is that it really is a torturous form of hypnosis.

It starts off fairly extreme, of course. Two fingers slowly, rhythmically, and methodically sliding in and out of a wet, needy little pussy. In the beginning, she bites her lip, staring up at you with suggestive eyes. Foreplay, she assumes. And who doesn’t love a healthy dose of that?

She doesn’t come close to cumming yet. Of course not. And she doesn’t expect to. 

In time, however, her appetite becomes insatiable. There’s only so much teasing a girl can take, after all, right? She starts to pull on your shirt, a naughty look in her face. She commands you to fuck her, like it’s the next natural step in this game you two have played so many times. 

You place your hand on her chest and force her back down. Your fingers never leave her pussy. She smiles. She loves it rough. 

Her slow, teasing moans evolve as the juices start sliding down her ass. The noises she make no longer belong in the realm of foreplay; no, she’s becoming exceptionally needy. Instinctively, she starts grinding her hips against your fingers, hoping such a movement would contribute to any harder sensation. She just wants to cum, dammit. She just wants that release.

You refuse to give it to her. Your eyes stay locked on hers, your tone gentle, your fingers relentless. 

It gets to the point where her body needs restraints. Her hips are bucking, her legs violently shaking, her teeth grinding. Her eyes shift from wide opened to slammed shut as beads of sweat form around her neck. The noises she’s now making…they’re typically reserved for the most intense of sensations. The poundings. The spankings. The vibrators. 

Something is happening to her mind. It’s reverting back to something ancient, something primal. You gag her as her hungry screams fill the room. You look down at your subject, someone who was once human but now controlled by sexual desperation. 

And you’re still not done. Not yet.

Eventually, there’s an edge of no return. It breaks her down. Her brain can’t bring itself to even fancy a spare thought about anything but cumming. A slick coat of saliva coats her lips and breasts. Maybe a few spasms here or there, but nothing like before. In fact, the moans and screams have ceased, as well. 

You tell her to look up at you. 

She complies without hesitation.

Her body has given up, and her brain is far too clouded to make choices for itself. All she knows now are your fingers and your words. 

Some call this a form of subspace. Her body is free from the restraints of her own hesitations, her mind hollowed out for your suggestions. And all it took were two fingers.

playfully-sadistic:

I want to praise you and drown you in compliments and sweet, soft words while you’re gagged, tied up and blindfolded, and I keep making you cum forcefully by holding a vibrator between your already trembling legs.

I’d watch you squirm, and shake, and try to pull away after a few orgasms because it’s just too much but at the same time my voice and my gentle words make you want to be a very good kitten for your Mistress, so you struggle so much with yourself, not knowing how to react, being in a constant state of painful arousement, completely under my control.

And after I’m done with you, you’d just lay in my arms, so exhausted but so satisfied, while I continue with sweet words now accompanied by my fingers gently running through your hair and over your still heated skin – making you feel so loved and safe.

“You’ve been so perfect for me today, my princess”, I’d softly whisper in your ear, my voice filled with appreciation and endless love.

After half an hour of just keeping you in my arms, I’d prepare a hot bath, your favourite tea and sweets, and I’d take my time to wash you properly and spoil you with everything you need.

That’s what I want to do to my princess.

playfully-sadistic:

(Fantasy request from @missleeismyname 💕 Enjoy!)

We went out with some of her friends, and I tagged along even though I barely knew any of them. I didn’t really care. From the moment I saw how one of her male friends looked at her, shamelessly examined her cleavage and her pretty ass in these tight jeans she was wearing, I started caring though.

She was mine. My beautiful and slutty princess belonged only to me and I hated the thought of someone else watching my property like that – he wasn’t in the position to degrade her like this. Only I was. Her body and mind were mine alone and since he didn’t stop watching her, something needed to done.

We sat next to eachother, my kitten and I, and my hand started to softly brush along her thigh, wandering higher. I knew exactly he was watching us while I showed him to whom this beautiful lady belonged to. Out of a habit she opened up her legs a bit wider and I couldn’t help but smile as I noticed her body respond to my all to familiar touch. Her cheeks turned red, she looked up to me, insecure and cautious.

“If you’ll excuse us, we gotta go to the restroom.”

I didn’t give her any time to protest, grabbed her firmly by her wrisg and forced her to follow me. The restroom stalls were quite large, luckily, and we were alone, too.

“What’s wrong? Are you mad, did I do something wrong?”, she asked softly while I already searcht my purse for a special something I always took with me – exactly for occasions like this.

“Oh no, you’re my good girl, kitten. It’s that friend of yours that’s making me angry.”

She didn’t protest again, when I furiously opened her jeans, pulled them down so I could slip the tiny vibrator inside her panties, guided it with two fingers until it reached her sluthole, and pushed it deep inside her, without any kind of warning.

I stood close to her, our lips nearly touching, so I could hear quite well as she breathed in heavily, stared at me in shock… and excitement, when the vibrations started to set in, and I attached the remote control to her thigh, before pulling up her jeans as if nothing had happened.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, only you. I’m yours alone, Mistress.” Her voice was filled with lust, so were her eyes.

My hand grabbed her right between her thighs, not very gentle, and I heard her gasp. “What a good little slut you are. Now keep that in mind when we go back outside, sweetie, alright?”

She behaved, or at least tried to. Everyone noticed how she had suddenly lost the ability to concentrate on the conversation, how she had carefully and very softly sat down to not move the vibrator inside her needy hole, and how she kept looking up to me, waiting for approval, waiting for a smile on my lips as a reward for her good behaviour.

My hand laid on her thigh the whole time, and I finally started to smile, satisfied, when I noticed that her one very interested friend seemed to get the message. My kitten on the other hand started to get more and more nervous as time passed, and I knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer.

On the passenger seat of my car I finally allowed her to cum, while I already started driving, watching her from time to time as her sweet juice soaked her jeans more and more, her hips grinded against the seat and she moaned loudly.

“You’re distracting me, princess, keep your voice down. You can moan as loud as you want once we’re home.”

She obeyed with a quick nod and a last quiet sigh.

playfully-sadistic:

Oh, babygirl, is that embarrassing for you?

Your legs spread for me so I can see every inch of your princess parts, your own wet panties stuffed inside your mouth so you stop whining and complaining how unfair I’m treating you today.

Sshh, ssh. You provoked me quite a lot today, didn’t you? Did you think I’d just let that slip because we were out with your friends? You know I’m not that careless. I know how much of a tease and a brat you can be, and how hard punishment is needed to remind you how to behave again.

Now my tongue gets you to the edge over and over again, stopping as soon as your legs start shaking a little and your muffled moans get louder, more desperate. And after I’ve played with you like that for about an hour, I’ll release the ties while you’re still wet and needy and horny.

And I’ll just turn off the lights so we can go to sleep… of course without allowing you to cum or touch yourself.

Who’s in control of your pleasure, babydoll? That’s right, I am, and only I.

onedeadpoet:

Some nights I’m more relentless than usual. Tonight is one of those nights. It comes from the result of you teasing me with your skimpy clothes and guessing your jeans or panty-covered ass against me “by accident” all day. Now it’s my turn.

“There’s no cumming for you tonight,” I breathe into your ear as my fingers dance across your engorged clit.

I feel your hips begin to buck on their own accord, a signal to slow down. I smile when you groan, the pace to an orgasm slowing. Soon my fingers are barely moving but hitting just the right spot on the side of your clit. The edge is here.

My fingers are barely moving, yet I can feel your clit pulse and contract.

I stop.

It relaxes…

…I graze it again. You’re right where I want you.

“Now it’s time for me to fuck this beautiful edged mess,” I say.

Your eyes snap open. You don’t know how you’re going to resist cumming the moment I’m inside. But that’s your problem.

My fingers are replaced by my cock. I gather your juices and rub all around, feeling you shudder when I circle around your clit. This is going to be fun. I pause at your entrance, your lips slowly beginning to engulf my head.

“You do not have permission,” I repeat as I begin to push.

onedeadpoet:

There’s a spot deep inside you that, when the head of my cock finds it, elicits a deep and primal “oh my God” before your toes point and you begin to involuntarily hold your breath. Soon it’ll evolve into “fuuuuck yesss….shiiit” and you’ll want so much to cum. HARD.

Tonight’s edging will be exclusively that spot. And your eyes will stay on me or your pussy if you want to even think about cumming when I feel your brain is sufficiently melted and the look in your eyes has gone from desperation to acceptance to blissed out.

Just the thought of that has you on the edge already…lol…this is going to be so fun.

Time to speed up a little.

onedeadpoet:

That’s a good girl. Put on a show for us. Let the quiet murmurs fade into the depth of your brain as the pleasure builds. There is nothing else in the world but your clit and the relentless vibrations causing your cries of pleasure to echo through the hotel room.

I walk over to you and whisper,

“Remember, no cumming. You’re our denial whore tonight. Count out those edges louder.”

The feel of my hand making sharp contact with our ass drives the point home.

“Maybe after you reach 30 I’ll hold you over my lap and tease My clit while you suck our friend here.”

Your moan at the thought makes me smile.

“Twenty-one, Sir!” you shout, lifting your pussy off the wand.

“More,” says another voice. Good. He’s getting it.

“You heard him, pet. Down.”

Your frustrated tone morphs again to pure pleasure as the vibrations begin to overwhelm you again.