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onedeadpoet:

teazdndenied:

She smiled at the sounds coming from her boyfriend who sat helplessly bound in a chair. Her playtime with him had begun over 90 minutes ago, and it had been thirty minutes ago when his desperate begging and pleading had finally come to an end. That though was not because she had mercifully offered him relief, but rather because his mind had become too far gone to form coherent thoughts.

Now, she was being treated to nothing but a symphony of sounds of utterly desperate male frustration. Weak whimpers…. agonized moans…. mindless babbling of sounds that may have been intended to be words…. but there was really no way to know.

She had been counting the times she’d brought his cock to the brink of explosion, only to abandon it to leave it to suffer in unfulfilled frustration. Somewhere in the 50’s though long ago she’d become so amused and distracted by his whimpering she’d lost count.

Oh well…..

Glancing up at her utterly dazed boyfriend, she purred, “Sweetie?…. baby?… can you hear me?” Gently, she tapped his heavy cum-filled balls to draw him out of his coma of sexual frustration.

She giggled at the struggle of his his glazed over eyes to focus, a babble of acknowledgement coming from him as he tried to block out his desperate need to cum long enough to listen.

“Remember when we started how I said I wanted to play until we hit 100 edges?” Then with a hint of a pout on her face and a sympathetic voice, “Well, I just realized I lost count a long time ago. I’m sorry sweetie but don’t worry, it’ll be ok. I don’t have anything else I need to do right now….. so we can try again.”

Taking his cock back in to her soft hand she began to once again slowly stroke, while in a soft sultry voice murmuring, “One…….” Glancing up once more she couldn’t help but smirk as she saw a tear of frustration begin to fall down his cheek.

Fuck

onedeadpoet:

Our relationship has really taken off over the last week since I’ve installed the Discussion Chair. Now, anytime you’re frustrated with something I’ve done, or cop the bratty attitude that’s part of your personal brand you know where to go. It took some direction at first but now you know the look that says,

“Strip and sit.”

A few rounds and 40 minutes to an hour being gently buzzed and suddenly whatever was bothering you you can’t seem to recall. Only cumming matters. Only stuffing my cock in you somewhere. Anywhere. It’s really taking our relationship to the next level. The only issue I see is you picking fights, just for an excuse to be strapped in. I see the twinkle of mischief in your eye when you do this but can’t help accommodate.

Good news. It has worked so well I’ve told my friend Steve about it. He wants one now for Jen. But he wants to see it in action. He’ll be over in about 20 minutes. Just enough time to get you nice and worked up to put on a good show.

I know that may make you nervous. Here, let me help by turning your chair up a little.

onedeadpoet:

Bend over, baby. You know how I like to “accessorize” your work outfits. I know it’s time to plug you when you start dripping after our morning edging routine. You seem to be waking up earlier and wetter every day. How fun. Now stop complaining or I’ll have to get out the belt again. I’m starting to think that’s exactly what you want. Naughty drippy girl…

onedeadpoet:

I enjoy waking you up like this. The first thing you should feel are my fingers or lips helping to put you in the proper frame of mind to start the day. Your sleepy moans are cute. It won’t be long before they turn to pants as your juices begin to flow. You’re going to be so wet today, baby, I’m going to see to it.

onedeadpoet:

*drip*

As more hot wax bites at your skin, my fingers dance where you crave them. The two sensations mix and cause your breath to quicken and your senses to heighten. Of course, this serves to make you more sensitive to both. 

*drip*

Your wetness coats my fingers as I bring them up again to rub and massage your swollen clit. It’s not long before it begins to throb and spasm under me as I begin to slow again, not wanting you to spill over into the abyss of orgasm just yet. Your mind is still functioning, but it’s fading. You’ve stopped begging and have accepted that your orgasm belongs to me. Your body is my plaything, and I intend to make you insane with lust before the sun rises. 

*drip*

Such small movements of my fingers but I can see (and feel) their affects. You’re so close again. It doesn’t take long anymore. I have to be careful. I don’t mind. 

eenslaved:

Continued from this story in 2013. Fiction, erotica, characters over 18, etc.

When Cole walked in, it was to see Laura on her knees, gazing up at Steven’s cock like a supplicant. The punishment belt was lashed around her throat, the tail end wrapped around Steve’s fist. Her hair was tangled from having Steve’s fingers in it, her mouth and chin were shiny with drool. Cum stained her upper torso. They had been at it long enough that Steve’s cum had dried on her in several places.

“Hey,” Steve greeted him. “How was the internship?”

“Long. Orientation,” Cole said succinctly. He dropped his bag on the floor and went straight to them, standing close enough to Laura that he could feel the heat coming off her body. He reached down and ruffled her hair like a pet, combing his fingers through the wild tangle. She wriggled in that way that signaled her enjoyment, but she couldn’t respond because Steve had his dick in her mouth again.

“You need to use our girl?” Steve asked knowingly, drawing back until Laura only held the head of his cock in her mouth.

“Hell yeah.”

“I’m almost finished.”

Steve moved his hips forward, his cock prodding Laura’s lips. Cole’s dick twitched just watching Laura accept cock in her mouth, stretching her lips. Steve didn’t stop until her nose was pressed to his groin and she had taken him down her throat, gagging only a little. He drew the belt a little bit tighter around Laura’s throat. He rocked forward and back in short, jabbing thrusts. Cole helped by curving his hand around the back of Laura’s head and holding her in place. 

Laura’s eyes were wide and teary. Her shoulders shuddered and her hands, resting in her lap, fluttered. Between the two of them, they had done a good job fucking the gag reflex out of her. 

“You want my cum, don’t you?” Steve grunted. “She’s needy for more than the taste I’ve been giving her.”

His cock shuttled in and out of Laura’s mouth. He was good at using the belt, tightening it just a little as he surged in and then loosening as he withdrew. With a loud groan, Steven poured himself down her throat.

“Good girl, Laura.”

She squirmed in place, still able to feel embarrassed and self-concious, but she beamed. “Thank you for letting me swallow your cum.”

Steven pulled her to her feet and turned her around to face Cole, giving her a smack on the ass as he did so. “See what you can do to make Cole’s day better, huh?”

Cole filled his hands with his warm, naked girl, his hands moving over her body, touching her everywhere because he could, because she belonged to the two of them. He doubled the end of the belt over in his hand, taking control of the leash to tether her to him.

“Can I suck your cock, Sir?” Laura said. The words came out a little raspy, and it made him hard just to hear how Steve had destroyed her voice.

Cole smiled. “Maybe later. I want to fuck your ass, babe.”

Laura’s face scrunched in a pout, but she didn’t protest. She knew better. Anal sex wasn’t something she particularly enjoyed, and that was partly why Cole loved fucking her in the ass. It was something she had to submit to, because he owned her body. 

He got the rope he ordered online and got to work. He was getting better at it, but he still used too much rope to get the same results. He was working on it though, because he was a big fan of tying Laura up while leaving her as exposed as possible.

In the end, the red ropes squeezed her breasts and torso. Rope spread her bottom for him and anchored off the breast harness, ensuring she couldn’t straighten her legs out of the crouched position. He left her arms free. She couldn’t move away from him, and he liked seeing her nails rake furrows in the carpet.

“You’re getting good at that,” Steve remarked. He wasn’t as interested as Cole in perfecting his technique.

Cole unzipped and took his cock in hand, rubbing the hard flesh between Laura’s slippery flesh. Laura’s shoulders tensed and then she forced herself to relax as Cole began to push his dick into her bottom. She made the hottest sounds whenever they played with her ass. Deep, plaintive groans, a lot of heavy panting and whimpering. 

Cole slapped her ass and she cried out. “Relax, babe.”

Laura buried her face in her arms as Cole began to fuck her. Her nipples scraped across the carpet and she sobbed. Cole’s fingers gently pinched her clit, rubbery and slick, even as he pounded away at her ass. 

“You’re so juicy, babe,” Cole observed. “Maybe we need to ream your ass every day?”

It didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable. When they fucked her ass, it wasn’t about her or her needs. Laura felt used, like she was truly just property to be played with any way they saw fit. And that made her feel like her heart was spilling over with love for her Masters.

“Please cum in my ass, Sir,” she begged in her hoarse, cock-ravaged voice. She bounced her ass back against Cole, as much as she could in her ropes any way. 

Cole laughed in his entertained way. His hand cracked against her bottom, one cheek and then the other. She couldn’t see him, but she could see Steve watching her, and he was smiling. He was jacking himself off, watching her get spanked and fucked in the ass.

Laura dug her fingers into the carpet and pushed back against Cole. It felt good, she admitted to herself, when his cock dragged out and then stuffed her again. Her cunt felt swollen and hot.

When they finished, Steve ordered pizza. Cole reclined on the couch to watch his cum dribble out of Laura’s reddened ass as Steve’s load dried in her hair.  She looked thoroughly debauched. She was still rubbing her tits on the carpet, her forehead bent to the floor. 

“Please, please fuck me, Sirs,” Laura said imploringly. “I need both of you. I need you in me.”

“You just had us in you, Laur. Pizza’s on its way,” Steve reported. He said in a rather chastising manner, “You’re going to have to wait, Laura.”

This made her wail. For the next thirty minutes, they watched the game and watched Laura. She would hump the air and chafe her breasts on the shag carpet, rest, shuddering, until she resumed her frantic, uncontrolled movements again. 

When the buzzer rang, Cole had just finished untying her. Laura was grabbing at him desperately, kissing him feverishly as she pressed her body urgently against his. The delivery kid saw the whole thing – Laura covered in cum and naked with a belt around her throat – but Laura was far past caring.

“Off, babe,” Cole said firmly. “I’m starved.”

They took turns feeding her by hand, and had to punish her by slapping her tits when she tried to hump Cole’s leg.

“I think we may need to write a new rule for you,” Steve said warningly. “Get your rules list, Laura.”

Laura bit her lip and made an inarticulate, wordless sound of dismay, but she did as he ordered, walking to the kitchen and taking down the rules held in place on the refrigerator. 

Steve wrote on the piece of paper, showed the new addition to Cole, and then gave it back to Laura.

“Read your rule out loud so we know you understand.”

“Rule eight: I am not allowed to ask permission to cum,” Laura read in a choked voice. “But this contradicts rule one!”

Rule one was that Laura was not allowed to orgasm without permission.

“No, it doesn’t. This just means you have to wait for us to tell you when you can come. You brought this on yourself, Laura,” Steve said unsympathetically.

“This will be good for you, babe,” Cole said. “You won’t have to worry about it anymore. You can’t seek permission, so you’re going to have to trust us to decide when you can come or not.“

It was going to be a whole new world for Laura. They showed her what it meant, too, when they fucked her later that night. She was used to asking them for permission to climax when they were both in her, and they always granted it; it reinforced their shared ownership of her. It was time to break that expectation and entitlement. Because they felt she would probably forget this first time, they stuffed a dildo in her mouth and made her hold it as a gag.

Cole took her ass again – it was becoming his favorite Laura hole – while Steve lubed up her tits and squeezed them together to make a nice, soft fucking place for himself. They left her clit alone. 

As expected, Laura didn’t come, but her Masters did, glorying in her body. It was so delightful, so rewarding, to have such a pliant plaything for a roommate.

Hold It

zany-scratch:

A/N: So good, it hurts.

“You really piss me off sometimes,” Dan grumbled. He currently had a grip on my wrist and was leading me upstairs into the flat. I rolled my eyes, he was so dramatic when he wanted to be.

We’d been having a perfectly fine evening, until I’d decided to annoy him. Usually he would either ignore me or bother me just as I did him, but there were also times like these. He’d suddenly steam up and would be in an irritated mood for the rest of the night. It had long since stopped intimidating me, and now I knew he just needed space when he was in these moods.

As he locked the door I went to head toward the living room to do just that, leave him alone. Dan’s grip on my wrist didn’t let go, though. He still had his jacket on, just standing in front of the door with a hand on me. I shook him, starting to get annoyed myself. “Hey, hulk man? Yeah I’m gonna need that arm back now.” Dan yanked me as I started walking. His eyes were literally on fire while he looked down at me. “Alright well, you got me. Now what? You gonna throw me outside for the night?”

My body was pressed against his chest now. His face got closer to mine, until our noses were touching. “You,” he growled, “are going to go to our room, strip naked, and wait for me to come in there. Do I make myself clear?” Usually I hated being told what to do, but Dan rarely called the shots in bed, it excited me. I only nodded and let him release me so I could fast-walk to the bedroom. When I entered, I peeled my clothes from my body. They fell and joined the piles of clothing on the floor. There was anticipation running through my veins, Dan and I had had a few fights that ended in hot sex, but it only happened when were were both upset. If one of us was mad we’d usually keep our distance. Dan’s steps got closer and closer while my body climbed up the bed and then sat in the middle. Dan entered the room, his shirt was off and in his hand but he dropped it to the floor as he came toward me.

“Come down here.” I cautiously headed toward where he stood at the foot of the bed, getting up on my knees and looking up at him expectantly. “Now what, big man?” He bit his lip and remained silent, long enough for me to get uncomfortable under his gaze. “Since you love to push me right to the edge…” Dan pushed my shoulder and I fell back. He dropped down to the floor and his hands were placed on my knees. “So let’s see how you like it.” I swallowed hard. His voice was deep and soft.

Slowly, Dan pushed my knees apart and I was on display to him. I wanted to close my legs out of shyness, but wanted to see where he was going with this. Without preamble, he started leaving wet kisses along the inside of my thighs. His hands slid slowly on along the tops of my thighs as well, sending tingles down my legs and right between them too. He knew they were sensitive, my body was getting hotter. Moments later, his left hand was skirting dangerously close to my center. By then I was more than ready for him to do more to me, sighing every few seconds. His finger teased me, tracing over every bit of me without hitting my clit, just gathering wetness and spreading it around. “C’mon, Dan. Do something,” I whined. “Alright, baby. As you wish.” The evil finger that had been teasing slid slowly into me. It wasn’t enough, but I still gave a gratified sound. He pumped it in and out of me while still littering kisses around where I wanted him most. Soon another finger was added, and he picked up speed. In a few minutes I was close, moaning loud and begging him not to stop. Dan stopped kissing me and looked up.

“You wanna cum?”

I nodded so hard my neck cracked a little, “Please don’t stop I’m so close!”

“Well too bad.” Dan ripped away all contact he had with me. Instantly I was falling away from that ecstatic moment he’d been driving me toward. I tried to chase it but without any stimulation I knew it was gone. I propped up on my elbows and looked at him in anger. “What? Didn’t like that? Didn’t like feeling good and then having it all stop?” I pouted and pushed my hips toward him, hoping he’d actually go back and finish me. Surprisingly he started up again.

Three almost-there moments later and I could feel tears in my eyes. “Dan…I’m begging you just-” I tried to catch my breath and speak at the same time. Plump pink lips pulled away from my overheated, soaking center. “You think I should let you cum now?” I didn’t even bother answering, just whining out softly. “Hey, don’t give up. Maybe I will this time.” Dan waited until he was sure I had calmed down enough, then proceeded to work me over again, faster this time, until I was right there, just about to let go. “On second thought…” I cried out. My fingers were gripping the sheets impossibly hard. “I’m still pretty mad at you.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and sat up halfway. “Bear, I’m sorry I made you so upset tonight. I promise I won’t bother you anymore just please please let me cum baby I’m going to explode!”

While sex between us could get a little on the kinkier side, nothing one of us did had ever pushed the other to beg; not until now. Dan seemed genuinely shocked at my words. “Did I push you too far, princess?” He uttered in a soft voice. “No no no I’m good. Just can you…you know.” I gestured to my nether regions. For the first time during the hour he’d been torturing me, he gave a genuine smile instead of a smirk. This time when he leaned in, I knew he would finish me properly. His tongue and lips went back to my clit, his fingers playing with that soft spot inside me. In less than a minute I had a grip on his hair and I was all but screaming his name with a mix of “Daddy” and “thank you”. Dan rode me through it, until I was too sensitive and he had to stop.

My vision blurred with tears and I tried to catch my breath. Distantly I heard Dan remove his pants and climb behind me on the bed. Carefully, he pulled me up where he was, and held me to his chest, idly wiping at the last of the frustrated tears on my face. “I really am sorry if I made you mad,” I said. Dan stopped and turned my head to look at him. “It’s fine, pumpkin. Sorry I pushed you so much tonight.”

“Don’t worry. I actually kind of liked it. Maybe I should piss you off more in the future.”

His face got serious, “Do it again and next time you just won’t cum.”

Maybe it was because he’d just made me cum, but I didn’t really believe him.

A/N: still no computer, dears! Sorry but this format will have to do