onedeadpoet:

I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Each time you orgasm your hypothalamus releases a flurry of chemicals in your brain, including a neat one called oxytocin. Called the “cuddle hormone”, oxytocin is correlated with the urge to bond and be affectionate after you cum. It’s your subconscious’ way of approving of me as someone that will keep you safe.

Where this gets interesting is that the harder you cum, the more oxytocin your hypothalamus releases and the more clenches of that tight pussy. And I think you’ve begun to notice how hard all this teasing and edging makes you cum.

Having never experienced true edging, it’s now all you can think about when we’re apart, isn’t it? And you know you’re not nearly as…patient as I am when you do it yourself, even at my “mean” instructions. The orgasms I extract out of you are unlike any you knew before. Now, because of the tricky oxytocin, you can’t help but crave me. It’s biologically imprinted on your brain. How does it feel to be a slave to your primitive self? It’s ok…don’t answer. Just feel.

I tell you this because I want you to remember that at work you didn’t particularly like me. You thought I was a bit too cocky. Old you could never imagine how much you’ve changed in just six months…calling me up asking if you can edge because you can’t stand it…getting frustrated that “normal” orgasms just aren’t satisfying you anymore.

It was supposed to be a one-night stand for you. But I had other plans. I knew deep down in your confident work exterior lurked a girl that wanted to submit. I only had to introduce you – and your hypothalamus– to some extra oxytocin.

Now that girl has been released.

I’m not sure if this information is getting through the haze of pleasure, but I wanted you to know. I’m going to make you cum hard again. Who are you?

“Mmmm…Your… little…edge slut…ahhh ahhh…”

Good girl. I hope your hypothalamus is ready. This one is going to shatter all the others. You’ll be further addicted to me when I’m finished with this series of orgasms and your ache and craving will be even greater when we’re apart. Are you sure you want that?

“Ugh…please…yes…ahh…anything…I need..ah…it…you…please…”

My pleasure, baby girl. Hold on.

onedeadpoet:

Cumming without permission has consequences.

I know you haven’t. But this is also a good way to cool you off after all the edging tonight. Don’t worry, when you’re nice and pink I’ll start again.

ourprerogatives:

After some more spanks (see this week’s “Guess the Implement” post!), we realized the vibe needed help staying in place. After we solved that, I was pretty much on a mission to make K cum like crazy.

lust-stag:

She’s no angel

brattyprettysub:

(for this anon, who made me aware of the much-needed body diversity on my blog)

When he lowered himself on top of her, the Hitachi slipped from her clit and it buzzed against her thigh. It was getting warm, but it wasn’t hot enough for her to break away from his suddenly onslaught of kisses to complain.

“Daddy—“ It was no more than a breathy moan, let out between one kiss and the next, but he still shushed her.

“Hush, little one,” he said, right up against her lips.

“Daddy, it’s not touching me any more.” She could move it back herself, but, well, wasn’t it so much more fun to be big-eyed and helpless? Didn’t it make her so much wetter and his cock so much harder?

He pulled back to look at her properly, dark eyes dancing. “Well, we can’t have that, can we? Can’t have my little girl’s pussy being neglected.” And he shoved the Hitachi up against her clit. She cried out, arching her back, fists clenching at the bedsheets.

“Don’t come,” he said, reading her mind.

“Daddy, I’m going to—“

“No, you’re not. You’re not allowed to.” He didn’t move the wand, though. He just watched as her back arched further. She shut her eyes, her whimper turning to a fully-fledged moan. One moment passed, then another, and she trembled, trying desperately to hold back, but only for just a few seconds before she gave herself over to the orgasm, hips bucking as her pussy and clit pulsed, juices spilling over the Hitachi and onto the sheets.

He kept the Hitachi against her clit even when she finally stopped shuddering and tried to move away, the strong vibrations now too much to bear. “Bad girl,” he said, and kissed her again. “I’m going to make you come again for that.”

“Just—“ She twitched away from the wand. “Just give me a minute.”

He grabbed her thigh, his tight grip a warning to stay still. “No,” he said. “Right now.”

brattyprettysub:

His hands on her—on her waist, holding tight. No—his hands pinning her wrists above her head.

Was he fucking her yet? No, not yet. His hands were on her thighs now and he was dragging his tongue over her pussy.

(her fingers moved faster on her clit)

What if—what if her hands was tied above her head? If she couldn’t touch him, was there for him to play with, to pleasure?

But what if they weren’t tied? What if she could reach down, grab his hair, tug at it, guide him, push his face into her pussy as she arched her back for more, more, more—

Would he let her? Let her ride his face until she pulled him up, nails in his back, and hissed, “Fuck me”? Or would he slap her thigh, then bite the sting, punishing her for being a greedy little bitch?

(she gasped, pressed her face into the mattress)

He could never resist, though, could never resist when she was being greedy. He’d give her what she wanted—give her three, no, four fingers in her pussy when she only wanted two, calling her his filthy little girl…

(oh god, oh god)

So dirty—no, so naughty for wanting this, for wanting to be touched, for wanting fingers inside her pretty little cunt—

(she shoved two fingers inside herself, arched her back, whined)

Dripping all over his hand, look at how wet she was, Daddy’s bad little girl—and then… and then… what? Did he keep fingering her, cooing filthy things in the sweetest voice? Or did he decide to punish her for her greedy cunt? Did he start bringing out bigger and bigger toys, pushing them inside her and barely giving her time to adjust before pulling it out and inserting the next?

Would he tie her up with their biggest vibrator inside her? What if he got his fingers on her clit and rubbed it until she was so overwhelmed all she could do was come—

(she dropped her hips, rubbed her clit against the mattress, wrist cramping from the awkward angle…)

(she came with a violent, gasping shudder, hips making tiny aborted thrusts into the mattress)

(“that was pretty,” he said from the doorway. “What were you thinking about?”)

(she was too fucked-out to respond)