eenslaved:

“Mrs. Olliver”

BDSM erotica. Fictional characters over 18. Strictly fantasy. This one’s a little wicked-mean.

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“You’ll never get to come without my allowing it,” he had told her when he proposed marriage. “Once I put this ring on your finger, your body becomes mine, Sophie. You won’t get to play with yourself anymore unless I tell you to. No touching yourself sexually, ever. After punishment, you won’t get to rub your red bottom or cradle your sore breasts; you’ll just have to endure. Just like you’ll have to endure a lot of teasing and edging, without coming. Do you understand?”

Her response was a hoarse scream, inarticulate and somewhat stifled by the ball gag.

At the time, she was under considerable duress, it had to be said. He had a powerful vibrator strapped to her crotch and a string of clothespins pinching her skin up her torso to her nipples. A tremendously fat plug wedged deep between her bottom cheeks, as was usual during that period, when he had been stretching her bottom hole while training her cunt to tighten with daily kegel ball exercises. 

She was tied to one of the posts in the basement, and she had been coming so hard and for so long, even he, as diligent and detail-oriented as he was to her responses and training, had lost count. There was a pool of fluid dripping down her thighs, and her body had nearly gone limp from shuddering so much. She had finally quieted, a little, for the most part. Earlier, half a dozen orgasms ago, she’d been begging him to stop making her come. Ah, silly girl. He was giving her a gift. He hoped she’d remember this moment forever – the last time that she was permitted such continuous, unchecked pleasure. 

“You’re going to be so obedient when you’re not allowed to come,” he continued speaking. His hand pressed down on the head of the vibrator, grinding the bulb into the over-sensitized bundle of nerves, making her come to life again with another drawn out scream and much shaking of her body. “You’ll be so hot and eager and desperate. So desperate. You’ll do anything for me then, without even thinking about it, without hesitation. You’ll get used to your pussy clenching over and over again, all the time, so wet and needy. So ready for me to fuck. Anytime I slide my dick into you, you’ll be so hot and tight and wet around my cock. You’ll be such a good fuck, Sophie. I just might have to share you so other people can appreciate what a good fucking your holes will offer.”

She bucked against the post, sobbing through another orgasm. He hooked his fingers into her cunt, pressing and curving his fingers inside, twisting and thrusting. He had so far achieved inconsistent results with making her squirt. He wasn’t too put out about it now though; he preferred to make her squirt when she was fully cognizant of it, because it embarrassed her so damn much. Right now, she was so spaced out from the series of unrelenting orgasms he’d forced upon her that she was barely aware of anything. He’d have to play the video of this session, their engagement, for her later. He planned to make her watch their engagement video many times in the future, in fact. Once every couple of months. A reminder of the moment she committed herself to him, and consented to her new life. 

It made his heart pound to imagine playing this video for her later, after they were married, when she wasn’t allowed to come anymore. Would she even recognize herself in this video? He planned to play with her around other wives and girlfriends, submissives and slaves, but he had already decided he wouldn’t let her watch them come. No, he wanted to tightly control any experience she had with orgasm. She would see the women after their climaxes, see the residual evidence of it in their faces, and she’d have to imagine it. Imagine what climax felt like. The only climax she’d get to witness would be her own, from all the video footage of herself prior to marriage. 

“When I do let you come, Sophie, which will be few and far in between, it’ll always be just a little bit painful for you,” he said, tugging on the twine that connected all of the clamps. “This is just a taste of what I’m promising. No sweet, gentle comes for you as my wife. No, once you’re Mrs. Olliver, your pleasure will always come at the price of pain. It makes you come that much harder, doesn’t it? Shh. I know. I’ve always known, Sophie. You need to be squirming with pain for your comes to be truly pleasurable. You need me to make you scream and cry so you can fly apart. I know, sweetheart. Nothing wrong with that. I’ll always give you what you need. I’ll take care of my Sophie.”

He pulled off one of the clothespins, just one, and she immediately proved his words to be true. Her body began to convulse in another hard orgasm, as if the pleasure was being wrenched from her. With one deft tug, he yanked at the twine and sent all the clamps flying off. The one on her right nipple was a little stubborn, pinching tightly, and he needed to give an extra hard tug to pull it off. His darling Sophie’s voice broke on a rising screech of pain, while her hips bucked wildly up into the vibrator. She shook her torso frantically from side to side, bouncing her heavy breasts as if she was trying to shake off the biting pain. 

“Glorious,” he pronounced.