“Room 14: The Playroom”
BDSM erotica, fictional characters over 18. Ageplay kink.
There was currently fourteen members in their club, which had formed out of mutual business interests. Gradually they realized they shared much more in common, chiefly, they had similar ideas of entertainment and sexual gratification.
It was Tony, one of the founding members of the club, who first voiced the proposal. In short order, all fourteen members backed Tony’s suggestion. They put in the funds to purchase a sizable townhouse in the city they frequented the most. After significant renovation and construction, the townhouse was completed. It had fourteen rooms, each designed and outfitted by one of the members.
Each room had a long-term occupant. An indentured slave, if you will, who would be installed in the room for a duration of time not exceeding two years. During their tenure, they would be solely immersed in their designated roles. This was so that if any member had a yen to visit a room, he or she would always find a slave there, upon which the member could visit their erotic fantasies without delay.
On this occasion, Timothy decided to visit The Playroom. It was located on the highest floor, in the attic.
His old friend Jacqueline was already there. She was forcing the beautiful slave, Aimee, to orgasm repeatedly, pressing a vibrator to the girl’s crotch with rapacious glee, not letting the vibrator slip from its place despite how Aimee thrashed in her bonds. Her wrists were bound with rope and hoisted over her head; more rope wound its way above and below her breasts. Jacqueline had decorated the girl’s nipples with wooden clothespins placed on the very ends of the delicate tips; these clothespins waggled and flapped frantically in the air as Aimee’s body jerked and heaved.
Aimee was gasping and squealing an endless, high-pitched string of “Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah”, a refrain enhanced by a third clothespin that pinched her impudent tongue.
“Naughty girl,” Jacqueline was chastising the slave. “Asking Mommy for an orgasm! Well, here, have another, greedy girl! Have all the orgasms you want, since you think you have the right to ask them of me!”
“Noooooooooahhhh,” Aimee wailed, her eyes wild. “Pleeeease, M-mommy! Please, no! No more!”
“No? Surely not, greedy, naughty girl! Bad Aimee,” Jacqueline said, forcing the vibrator even tighter up between Aimee’s pussy lips, grinding it into the girl’s clit. “Bad Aimee!”
“Noooommahhhh,” Aimee sobbed, dancing and swaying in place. Her bound wrists pulled frantically at the rope. “Pleweease, Mommy! No more, no more!”
“No more orgasms? Is that what you’re telling me, Aimee?”
“Yes. No. No more,” Aimee shook her head desperately.
“Who gets to decide if Aimee comes?”
“Youu do! Mommy decides!”
“Does little Aimee get to ask for permission to come?”
“No! No, Mommy!”
“That’s right,” Jacqueline purred with a vicious smile. Finally, she eased the vibrator away, letting Aimee sag limply from her wrists, though her slender body still twitched.
“Ah, Timothy,” Jacqueline said, noticing her old friend at last. “Welcome. Come to play with Aimee today?”
“Yes,” he replied. He was very hard from having watched this delightful scene. “She is learning to suck my cock as I like.”
“I think you’ll find her very obedient today,” Jacqueline responded, and reached up to give Aimee’s pussy a nice, firm pat, which made the girl jerk and moan.
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