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denyingherorgasm:

I don’t care what you have to do, or how much of your body you have to surrender control of.

Your
mind cannot possibly focus on maintaining your dignity and fighting off
the urge to cum at the same time. That is completely okay. There are
priorities in your world, and doing as you’re told is at the top of the
list.

I told you to keep your hand moving and to maintain that edge. I
didn’t tell you to look like a lady with class, or to conduct yourself
like a real woman. I ask a lot of you, but I know you’re not capable of
those things. I won’t ask you for what you can’t give me.

This is what you were born to do, this is what you are capable of. So just sit there and edge for me like a good girl.

You
don’t even have to listen for me to tell you to stop. I’ll take your
arm and pull it away from you when I decide that you’re finished.

So just focus on your own little world while I allow the fantasy to last. I’m enjoying the show.

tiara-dreams:

fur-n-steel:

🔱

She couldn’t think clear any longer. The dildo in her pussy was going to make her cum. She somehow remembered how she got hertself in this situation. She’d told him that dildos didn’t do anything for her and she’d never been able to cum with them “vibrators are my thing”. She saw the smirk almost intantly, she’d given him a challenge. Now, here she was… A long deep moan scape her.

“Oh baby. I thought ‘these things’ didn’t do anything for you”

“They don’t, Sir. ” She was determined not to succumb to the pleasure building inside of her.

“I don’t like when you lie to me, kitten.”

He slapped her ass once, hard. She whimpered, the sting almost bringing her over the edge.

“Fuck. God…” She was unable to fake any longer and slowly started to move her hips to meet the thrust of his hands as the dildo went in and out of her soaking pussy. “God, that feels good. Yes… Please.”

“Please? Please, what?” Another smack on her ass. She swore she came a little, but she knew she couldn’t cum just like that. Good girls have to ask, right?

“FUCK.. Sir, may I cum, please?” The words came out of her mouth fast, almost all together and in a loud plead.

“No, kitten. You may not cum. I remember you saying dildos didn’t do anything for you. How I love to prove you wrong, little one” He removed the dildo and pulled her hair to straighten her up. He kissed her passionately, she moaned as his tingue claimed her mouth. Then he told her “Go get dress. We’re going out for dinner. I’ll keep proving you wrong later. We’ll finish this when we’re back”

firefly-flashes:

“Over my knees,” he said.

“But I didn’t–”

His look tipped me off, even before he growled, “Now.”

When I stripped off my dress and draped myself over his lap, I could feel his hard cock straining through his pants against my hip. He spent a minute caressing the bared skin of my ass, between the thong and garters.

His first smack stung, but not enough for me to risk his displeasure by doing more than a little wiggle. He settled into a rhythm that kept my pussy wet, my body tense with anticipation, and my mind distracted.

“You said you trusted me.”

His voice wasn’t angry, but there was a warmth on his tone that warned me to watch my step.

“I do,” I insisted.

“Then don’t argue when I ask you to do something. Trust that I know what you need, whether it’s a spanking,” which he demonstrated with a sudden, painful smack of my already tender skin, “or a cuddle,” he added, stroking his hand over my curves, “or anything else.” He pushed the thing strap of my thong aside and plunged two fingers abruptly into my soaking pussy. I gasped and clung to him.

“Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me that this isn’t exactly what you really needed tonight.”

“Yes,” I moaned, squirming against his hand. “Oh yes, yes….it is.”

I could hear the wolfish smile in his voice. “Just like I know you need to come for me now, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I said agreeably. “Please?”

“I know,” he said. “But not just yet, baby…”

Day 6: When desperation turns into anger

in-heart-and-soul:

“I don’t want to edge anymore. Don’t make me.”

“Do as you’re told.”

“No.”

I imagine he slaps my face and the sound echoes through the room. Tears well up, but I look back at him, angry, defiant.

Another slap to disorient me further. It nearly knocks me off my feet, and slightly breaks my resolve.

And then, before I can decide to obey, a hand in my hair, dragging me to a chair, dragging me over his lap, pushing my face into the floor. Hard, furious slaps.

The attack on my bottom makes me squirm, but I don’t scream until he shifts his focus to my thighs. The back of my legs, in between my legs, and his hand hurts more than I remember. It’s too much.

I blurt out an apology.

A plead.

He ignores it. If anything, he spanks harder still.

My screams turn into sobs. I give in. I give up.

And then, it’s over, and he is helping me up.

He hugs me tightly. I cry into his chest. His arms around me are safe. I no longer want to fight him.

His hand between my legs. “Look how wet you are, little slut. And you still don’t want to touch?”

His fingers on my clit feel good. I sink further into his touch. My fury melts away. “It’s only day six, little girl. You’ve got a long way to go.”