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Just because I have to go out awhile doesn’t mean you’re getting a break. You’ll like my new device. Every time it senses too many consecutive pulses of your pussy it shuts off. That way you can be edged properly when I’m not around. For your first ride you’ll notice I set up the computer to loop your favorite porn. The wand is synched to sound so it’ll slow down when it hears loud moaning. So if you or the lovely ladies start getting too close…it’ll back off. I thought that was a nice touch.
Now then. No moving. No cumming. No resting.
Enjoy.
I like it when, after a good long while of denying you you finally simply give in. Your body spent from all the writhing and clenching. Now, I can easily remove the restraints, the blindfold, the gag. Your focus is entirely on your pussy and when I might give it yet another lick. Your only movements are a slight electric-like jolt of pleasure when that happens, your clit continuing to jump beneath my lips.
As I lightly circle it, my finger feels you clenching again, a frustrated tear of juice is forced out of your pussy again. I grin and coat my finger, using it to trace just the inside of your lips.
The good news is I’m about finished with this cycle. The bad news (depending on your perspective), is it’s time to bring you once again out of the pleasure fog you’re in. Soon I’ll be whispering in your ear that I want you to start begging again, and plan to extract the words by holding down your pelvis and massaging your g-spot over and over, stopping when you specifically tell me to not. So enjoy your brief gentle edging now, before I put you to bed I’m going to make your ache and need far, far worse.
PREVIOUS: Part 1, Part 2. Fiction, erotica, characters over 18, etc.
Laura’s face is easy to read. Please let me come, her face says. I’ll do anything.
She’ll do anything anyway because that’s her role. That’s what gets her hot—when Cole and Steven tell her what to do. When they tell her what she can’t do.
When Cole woke that morning, he pulled Laura up from where she was curled between his thighs, breathing warmly on his cock. He sucked and tongued and teethed her nipples for a good hour, until her mewling sighs graduates to desperate moans. He pulled at each nipple, drawing his head back until the bud left the hard suction of his mouth with a pop. While he attended to one teat with his mouth, he treated the other to his fingers. It felt good to have Laura writhing over him as he milked her tit. She belonged to him, him and Steven, so she submitted to his pinching and twisting. Then he would switch, laving the peak with his tongue.
Playing with Laura’s body really woke him up. He stirred himself enough to slide his cock into her pussy, which was wet and tight. He made her sit up and ride him while he kept his hands on her tits, clamping her nipples cruelly between forefinger and thumb whenever she got too close to climax. Her face grimaced when he did this, but she kept fucking him like the good girl she was. Like the good girl Cole and Steve were teaching her to be.
Laura swiveled her hips and worked his cock like a professional. He spurted with her in no time. When he was done coming and he let go of her teats, Laura’s breath was sobbing and her eyes were bright and her cunt was so wet.
He pulled her off his cock and led her into the bathroom.
“Play with your tits while I shower,” Cole told her. “I want you to keep your nipples nice and tight for me.“
"Yes, Cole,” Laura said with an unhappy groan, but she did it.
He watched her through the glass door of the shower the whole time and made sure she was rough with herself. At one point he made her jiggle her curvy breasts by her nipples.
By the time he dried himself off, Laura’s teats were nicely puffy. Engorged and sensitive. Time to decorate them.
He looped on the little steel nipple nooses and tightened them enough so they would stay on and noticed. Then he made Laura rest on her front over the coffee table. She sucked in her breath when she pressed her swollen, noosed nipples against the hard surface.
Cole cuffed her wrists behind her back, inducing her to relegate more of her upper body weight on her abused chest. Her legs were tied apart to the table legs. It was not a very large table so she was not spread very wide, but she was held implacably open.
Cole kissed Laura’s pouting face. He thought about running more rope over the back of her neck and under the table to hold her down, but decided against it. In this position, if she raised her chin off the surface of the table, she would be pressing down more on her chest. Something she would strive to avoid, judging by the way she was trying to lever her torso up a little.
"Steve will be done with practice in about an hour,“ he said.
"Please don’t leave me like this, Sir."
"Like what? So needy?” He palmed her pussy in his hand, feeling the heat.
“Yes. Can I have your cock, Sir? Please?"
"Tell me how your tits feel, Laura,” Cole said, ignoring her request.
“Hurt. Sore,” Laura panted. “Please kiss them better?"
"What if I want to pinch them instead? What if I want to stretch them out?"
Laura swallowed. Her pussy clenched. Dripped. "Ok. Yes. Anything. Yes, Sir, please?"
He reached under her to feel her flattened breast, to touch the nipple encircled by its little metal noose. Laura struggled to hitch her shoulders up.
"Cole, Cole,” she moaned.
He removed his hand from her tit. Pressed down on her upper back. “Stay, Laura. You’re going to wait here for Steve like a good girl. I’ll be back in a couple hours. Then we’ll both be home to fuck you. You’ll like that."
She heard him uncapping a pen and then he was writing something on her ass. She could smell the astringent scent of permanent ink.
“Cole?”
He shushed her. He finished writing whatever it was on her bottom, capped the pen and left.
Laura whimpered. Ooooh her chest throbbed. And she could feel how wet she was but she couldn’t rub her thighs together, couldn’t press that needy flesh closed.
She lay there on her front, contemplating the position she has submitted to being placed in.
As freshmen, the three of them had taken the same Philosophy lecture. Pure coincidence that they sat near each other on the first day in that huge recital hall. They formed a study group and became friends. In their junior year, they decided to move off-campus as roommates.
Now they were in the summer before their senior year, and things were quite different. Cole and Steven were still roommates, and Laura lived with them, but it wasn’t accurate to say she was the third roommate. Her room had been taken over; the boys had sold her bed and the pretty nightstands and lamps, the lovely lilac armchair. They kept only the colorful rugs and the dresser. The rugs because she spent a lot of time on the floor on her knees. The dresser was emptied of her sweaters and cardigans and shirts and underwear. Now it held lubricant and vibrators and dildos and plugs, rope and clamps.
Without a bedroom, Laura was more of a…plaything. Her clothes hung in Steve and Cole’s closets, and she was not allowed to open the closets without their permission. They decided whether she went clothed or not. She slept in one of their beds each night, unless they decided her behavior warranted extra correction.
When that occurred, she went under Steve’s bed – it had a deep flat drawer that slid out from under it, for storing the comforter and extra pillows. Cole drilled little hooks around the inside of the drawer, which gave them a lot of options for strapping her into the drawer. Laura hated nights in the drawer. It was lonely and always distressing – she would be rendered unable to touch herself, with her “bedtime toy” inserted into her pussy. Not battery operated – its cord ran from the gap of space at the drawer’s top to the wall, so its strength never weakened. And if Laura’s torment at this insistent teasing woke Steve, sleeping above her – well, after the first few times, she knew better and put in more effort to control herself.
She no longer had any private space to call her own in the apartment. This reality meant she was always at hand, living in their space. No place to hide a diary, no place to put away her things, which were always neatly out in the open, or else placed on a bookshelf, still in plain view. They could reach for her whenever they wanted to.
Laura moaned out loud in the quiet apartment. How much time had passed? She found herself trying to rock her torso, pressing down on her chest, making her nipples hurt more. Each little bite of pain seemed to flare right in her cunt. What had he written on her ass, which was aimed straight at the doorway?
When Steve came in and saw her, he gave a low chuckle, sounding too pleased by half. He dropped his workout bag and strode over to Laura. She could hear him pushing down his pants, and then his cock was in her. Steve kept a hand down on her upper back, keeping her torso flat on the table as he drilled her.
“Cole tell you what he wrote on your ass?” Steve questioned.
“No…what?” Laura panted.
“Maybe I should let you figure it out for yourself,” he teased. “And you think Cole is the nice one!”
“Nunnngh! Sir, please tell me?”
“I’ll tell you…when I come.”
Steve fucked her hard, one hand at her hip, one hand braced on her back. He didn’t hold back. Laura was so close and so hopeful that he would let her…but he didn’t. She felt Steve come inside her and then wipe his cock on her ass.
“It says…’Days Laura has gone without cumming.’ And there’s one tally mark there. That’s on your left cheek. And on the right cheek it says ‘Number of times Laura has been cum in.’ There’s a tally mark too. Guess I better update it.”
Edging keeps me horny and wet, craving Cock, needy to please. I’m so much happier this way.
Fiction, erotica, characters over 18. Ageplay.
“Don’t wear skirts this tight anymore unless they’re short,” he says. “It just gets in Daddy’s way when you need an inspection, baby girl.”
He pulls out onto the street with one hand, as his other presses two fingers between her legs, probing. Lily does her best to open her legs wide so his fingers can claim her. Examine her.
Dropping her off and picking her up at work is just another way he infantalized Lily, a relatively new change to their routines. It coincided with the confiscation of her pocketbook. Now, Lily was dropped off at her teller job at one of his banks with only a small coin pouch. No bills. She had one of his credit cards in her desk for anything unexpected that might come up, but of course her usage of it was carefully overseen and monitored by him.
Her cell phone, too, was very basic, having been pruned of all unapproved apps; she had the capability to make and receive calls and texts, and there was a journal app where she logged her punishments and transgressions, but that was the extent of it. He felt it was detrimental to allow her too much time on electronics.
There were about thirty songs downloaded to the music app – soothing nursery songs she listened to during her nap times, and a couple “reminder” tracks he had recorded with not inexpensive equipment. These consisted of audio recorded during her sessions. On one track, Lily begged tearfully and earnestly for Daddy to punish his baby girl. On another, she whimpered her yearning to be Daddy’s good girl, and the remainder of the mp3 file was a rather harmonious symphony of her insensible moaning and gasping.
He had Lily listen to those special soundtracks at work sometimes, on her lunch breaks, seated near her colleagues. The listening reminder her that she was Daddy’s baby girl. Certainly she was entitled to no special treatment at work, just because she was dating one of the bank’s executives.
“Have you been a good girl at work today?” he asked in his stern, dispassionate voice. “Am I going to get a good report on your behavior at your performance review?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She squirmed on his fingers. “I’ve been very good.”
“Are you ready to go home and be Daddy’s favorite slut?”
“Yes please, Daddy.”
“You know what tonight is. I’ll have to spank you first and then cane your bottom while we stretch out your little bottom hole for Daddy’s cock to fuck after.”
“Daddy,” she says, and it’s not quite a whine so he lets it go, just screws his fingers deeper into her dripping pussy.
“Yes, baby girl,” he says firmly. “Tell me what day it is.”
“Friday,” Lily answers, her face unhappy. “My maintenance night.”
“That’s right. Lily doesn’t get to come on maintenance nights, does she? No, she doesn’t, that’s right,” Daddy says. “Maintenance nights are for Daddy to discipline his Lily because he’s helping her be a good girl. Daddy gets to come, not Lily.”
Her pussy is really wet now, and Lily’s thighs are quivering, and she’s breathing so hard, desperate to come. Little noises are escaping her mouth, guttural, unladylike grunts and groans.
“No coming, Lily,” he warned. Lily knows better to come when she hasn’t been given permission to do so. “You can be a good girl and take all of Daddy’s cum in your naughty, punished bottom tonight.”
Lily’s breasts are heaving from her shallow breaths, and she’s doing her best to hump her Daddy’s hand. It doesn’t matter that people outside the car might see her twisting and writhing in the passenger seat. Daddy is frigging her pussy so good. Her belly tightens with need.
That’s when Lily’s Daddy takes his hand away.
“Lily doesn’t get to come,” he reminds her harshly. “You’re going to have an early bedtime tonight, Lily. I’m going to strap you down nice and snug, so you can’t rub your slutty clit, and you can go to sleep feeling Daddy’s cum leaking from your bottom.”
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