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cruelskitten:

pleasuretorture:

The first orgasm was just to make her more sensitive for what
was in store, to make sure that when she unsuccessfully attempted to pull her
hips back and away from his touch, she’d fully realise just how helpless she
is. The thought of not being able to pull away once the water was thrashing
against her sex made her body surge with desire even during the afterglow of
her first orgasm. All those times using the shower head in her bathroom to
pleasure herself would pale in comparison to this, to finally be made to push
past those moments of over-sensitivity. 

The
minutes it took for him to manoeuvre things into place felt like hours to the
unbearably aroused young woman, fit to bursting with anticipation and dripping
wet, her pussy still tingling from the fingertips that had already lavished it
with so much attention.

Without
warning the streams of water hit like a whip, jets of focused stimulation that
seemed designed just to stimulate and torment all at once. Her gasps could not
be heard over the sound of the water smacking against her sex, slapping hard as
if trying desperately to penetrate that tenderness. To have so much pressure
forcing against her most delicate place should have been painful, yet it was an
indescribable pleasure that teetered along the line of being too much and not
enough at the same time. Whereas when she played in the shower with the faucet,
she could control the force and accuracy to some degree, here she had to endure
an unchanging torrent of power that would not relent, making her both
anticipate and fear how it would feel once she came, her already hypersensitive
clitoris wanting so much more protection from the stimulation. Her hips didn’t
know what they wanted to do, whether to rock up and down to attract the attention
closer to where needed it in a bid for the climax she craved, or whether to try
and pull away and stop the torrent of sensations. 

Once the whip-like jets of water focused their attack
more directly on the innermost regions of her sex, the orgasm which was so
slowly building up seemed to leap upon her. Like having her pussy constantly slapped, the sensations were all her mind could maintain any focus on, an unrelenting, pleasure filled, stinging impact that would cause for an orgasm to be the only possible outcome her body could comprehend. Partly due to the strict constraints of her bondage, the orgasm was the most intense she’d ever experienced. To be so wholly immobilized while experiencing sensations of pleasure that made her every muscle tense up, that made her want to curl up and protect her sensitivities, made it all the more agonisingly erotic; it was everything that she’d ever hoped it would be. Of course, the torrent did not cease for a second. Striking her clitoral region like a million thrashing tongues, her thighs strained to conceal herself from the onslaught to no avail. never before had she felt so completely exposed. 

More intense than the roughest touch of a lover, the water showed no mercy to her delicate flower. At least when in the shower she could at the very least change the setting on the faucet to give herself a little respite. All she could do here was scream and cry out that she had come, though the man in control of the faucets knew that she wanted so much more. With her legs shaking uncontrollably, she strained against the bonds, both reviling and relishing the captivity as the water continued to wreak havoc against her sex. The problem for her would be that it would take a while for it to truly feel painful, until that time, it would force another few orgasms from her trembling body. From then on, she’d never be able to have a shower without thinking of these moments. 

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That first paragraph just sent me over the edge.

Pet

cruelskitten:

She woke up humping air, a large wet spot pooling under her. She tried to sit up and heard the familiar clank of chains. She’s forgotten that he chained her to her bed last night, to prevent any nighttime play.

His footsteps echoed down the hall. He came into her room. She pretended to still be sleeping. He patted her soaked and aching pussy, like she was a child or a dog. He carefully inspected her wet and throbbing cunt, no need to probe for the clit, as it was engorged, exposed, seeming to breathe.

He opened the nightstand drawer and carefully nestled a wireless remote controlled egg against the clit. He slowly added a dildo inside, twisting it into place. Next came the ass lock, an expandable and lockable plug. With these in place, he slid the chastity belt over her round butt and thick hips, locking her in for the day.

He kissed her gently to wake her.

“Good morning Kitten. I’m pleased you slept well. Seems the chains agree with you.”

She yawned and wiggled, exploring the new situation. He smiled.

“Good girl. But I don’t trust this silence to last long. You will spend the day muzzled and leashed to my belt. You go where I go unless I choose to tie you up somewhere.”

She shivered and nodded. He worked a long dildo in her mouth, down her throat, until she comfortably bit the guard. Then he fastened the muzzle under her hair. She whimpered. He heard nothing.

He unchained her from the bed. She crawled out to all fours. He added her collar, the too small one with the cat bell, and attached nipple clamps with matching bells. He’d always know where she was.

True to his word, the leash was added to his belt. She dripped down her leg onto his shoe. He chuckled. She shivered.

He led her to the kitchen. She curled up under the table at his feet. He turned the remote on. She started mewling like the kitten he named her, rocking her body back and forth, trying in vain to either cum or make it stop.

He watched his toy while he ate his breakfast, alternating the intensity and speed patterns at random.

She left a puddle in the floor. He tugged her leash, putting her face beside his hard cock, and grinned as she started nuzzling, silently begging to suck him off.

“Not yet,” he breathed. He led her to the home office. He locked the floor restraints around her wrists and ankles before removing the leash. He set the dual fucking machines in place at her mouth and ass. He removed the anal lock and muzzle, inserting the dildos far enough that no matter how she moved, she couldn’t get away from either.

He set them to slow, alternating speeds. A full minute to penetrate, ten seconds still, a full minute out. As her ass was filled her throat was emptied. As her throat stretched, her ass was emptied.

“Now I have some work to do. If you get my attention before I’m done, I will happily adjust your situation.” She dripped.

It took her an hour to start whining constantly. He looked at her with mock concern. “Does kitten need something so soon? Alright, fine, I’ll give you more.”

He turned each machine up to the next setting and turned the remote on again. Her hips bucked instantly.

“Better?” She whined. “Okay, I’m going back to work.” He undid his belt and pants, pulling out his hard cock. The under desk cabinet opened, and a latex clad person began sucking it.

Kitten had no idea there was another person in the house.

She watched and squirmed, whimpered and writhed, edged over and over for another two hours. Sir closed the cabinet again and came over.

“What is it now kitten?” He grumbled. She shuddered. He turned the machines up by three. She gasped for air and didn’t make another squeak for 5 whole minutes. She closed her eyes. He grinned and retrieved the crop from his desk.

THWACK

She jumped and tried to scream. He laughed. He’d waited for the exact moment she was stuffed at both ends to hit her on the left cheek.

“Does that feel better pussycat?” He taunted. He got the rhythm. At the precise moment she was completely stuffed,

THWACK
THWACK

On each cheek. Only when the red marks stopped fading after a few moments did he stop. He laid the crop across his desk. He turned off the machines. He repositioned her to suspended chains, exposing her soaked cunt to the air. He removed the belt and toys. He tugged at the chain connecting her nipple clamps. She moaned. He refitted the muzzle. Silence. He picked up the crop.

“Did kitten edge?” She nodded. “Does kitten want to cum?” She nodded faster.

THWACK
THWACK
THWACK
THWACK
THWACK

She screamed, shaking in her chains. He grinned.

“Is that how many times you’ve edged today pussycat?” She shook her head slowly. “More?” A single wide-eyed nod.

Twenty strikes later, she finally shook her head.

“My, kitten is making a mess. Dripping all over my office floor. Are you sure you need to cum?”

She nodded, fear in her eyes.

Sir went back to the cabinet under his desk. He wheeled the person out on a rolling platform and opened the mouth slit of the face mask. He settled the person in a kneeling position at face level with Kitten’s throbbing clit. Sir whispered something, and a tongue found itself exploring Kitten.

Sir went back to his desk to the music of kitten’s muffled screams. Her sensitive, throbbing, engorged clit was being edged with every stroke of tongue. Just as she was about to cum, the tongue stopped for a breath, two, and resumed. Slow, rhythmic, long, thick strokes.

At 25 edges, the tongue stopped. Kitten squirmed, writhed, shook, desperately trying to reach that tongue again to no avail. Sir laughed.

“Having fun pussycat? Do you still need to cum? Oh you poor thing. Here, let me help you.” He kindly placed the anal lock back inside her and fully opened it, stretching her cavity wide open. She thrashed. He sat back down.

When she finally stopped moving, not a clank to be heard, the tongue resumed. Fast, short flicks across her clit. For another agonizing 25 edges.

She was blind and deaf with need. She was floating in darkness, unaware of the torment of her need.

“There’s my pretty kitty,” a deep familiar voice rumbled in her mind. She blinked. She was on all fours, drooling, at Sir’s feet. He pushed his rock hard cock down her throat. She remained still. She knew this test: no noise, no movement, no pleasure, no fucking or sucking or licking. Simply holding his cock for him.

Something buzzed against her clit. She didn’t flinch. A thud against her butt. Nothing. She was still as a statue.

After an eternity, Sir removed himself from her throat and zipped up. He led her out of the office the same way she entered, but her memory was fuzzy and blurred.

In the kitchen again. Sir removed her muzzle and placed her dinner bowls under his chair. As she began to eat, blushing and squirming, he played with her tender bruised ass. A light spank, a soothing rub. For every drop of water she spilled, another edge was added before her next orgasm.

It was not looking good for that to be anytime soon, she thought as he led her back to bed.