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onedeadpoet:

littlesweetgirlygirl:

onedeadpoet:

*flick*

The more you leak the better it feels. When you get so close to cumming you can taste it just the tiniest rub on your sensitive little nub is enough to get it to throb and twitch under my thumb.

*flick*

If I would only give you two more rapid circles it’d be enough to get you to orgasm. But no. Once your clit relaxes from its twitch you get only one more rub and we wait again. It takes awhile to get you in this place but it’s where I love to be. You beginning to curse me before I stop you mid-sentence with another

*flick*

Ugh, please keep going. Make me sweat, and wiggle. Don’t listen to me when I ask you to stop, I don’t ever really want you to stop!!

But I will stop. There’s nothing you can do about it, either. Perhaps, if you’re good, it’ll start again. Over and over.

Then to work or bed you go, denied, dripping

femsubdenial:

kinkyhornyeager:

The first thing he took away from me was my vibrator. Two weeks later, it was my underwear, then my orgasms, and last week I lost the ability to touch my pussy. Knowing that I wasn’t allowed, that I was in his words, “too much of a needy slut” to be trusted to touch without permission was all it took to get my cunt dripping wet. He liked to remind me of that fact frequently. When I begged, cried, pleaded for permission to fuck myself with his cock, a dildo, my fingers, anything… he had me spread my legs for inspection. He ran his fingers up and down my pussy, marveling at my wetness.

“You’re enjoying this. The begging. And me denying you.“

“Yes… A lot.”

“You enjoy the begging more than actually touching yourself.”

“Yes, bu–”

“You know how much it entertains me to see you writhing and squirming like a desperate whore. You like pleasing me, even it’s degrading, even if it means you suffer. You like being a needy little slut for me, don’t you?”

I was too frustrated to speak. All I could do was whimper and nod.

“Good girl.”

*gasp*

The previous few posts form my queue were reblogged from @eagerlittlefucktoy, but this is the one that made me realize I needed to follow her!

femsubdenial:

kinkyhornyeager:

The first thing he took away from me was my vibrator. Two weeks later, it was my underwear, then my orgasms, and last week I lost the ability to touch my pussy. Knowing that I wasn’t allowed, that I was in his words, “too much of a needy slut” to be trusted to touch without permission was all it took to get my cunt dripping wet. He liked to remind me of that fact frequently. When I begged, cried, pleaded for permission to fuck myself with his cock, a dildo, my fingers, anything… he had me spread my legs for inspection. He ran his fingers up and down my pussy, marveling at my wetness.

“You’re enjoying this. The begging. And me denying you.“

“Yes… A lot.”

“You enjoy the begging more than actually touching yourself.”

“Yes, bu–”

“You know how much it entertains me to see you writhing and squirming like a desperate whore. You like pleasing me, even it’s degrading, even if it means you suffer. You like being a needy little slut for me, don’t you?”

I was too frustrated to speak. All I could do was whimper and nod.

“Good girl.”

*gasp*

The previous few posts form my queue were reblogged from @eagerlittlefucktoy, but this is the one that made me realize I needed to follow her!

onedeadpoet:

Hmmm…not nearly ready yet.

*clicks on vibrator*

“Nn..no more…”

Oh hush. We’ve only been at this for 90 minutes. Just wait until I start teasing you with my cock next before eventually adding this with it. Lol…But that’s not for awhile. Now, no more begging or I’m getting the gag again. Time to twitch some more.

eenslaved:

(Continued from this story)

Raunchy, filthy, totally fictional smut. 

Jess didn’t have to wait long until the woman showed up, letting herself into the locked room with a copy of Ryan’s key.

“Good morning, Slut!” the woman said. “I see Ryan wasn’t very happy with you, you bad girl.”

She came over to where Jessica had been resting on the sofa. Even though her knees were protectively drawn up to her chest, the evidence of Ryan’s displeasure was obvious. Red stripes lined her chest in even rows, and her nipples were still engorged and puffy. Even blowing on them lightly made them hurt. Ryan had not been pleased with Jess’ accident on the basement floor yesterday.

The woman, whose name Jess still didn’t know, reached out casually and pushed Jess’s knees aside so she could grope her sore breasts.

“Ouch! It hurts!” Jessica said, trying to shrink backwards into the sofa.

The woman never lost her smile as she immediately pushed Jess back and straddled her lap. Both her hands immediately went to maul Jess’ poor abused tits.

“I know it hurts, that’s the point,” the woman laughed. “I get to do it anyway because you’re just a fuck toy. Fuck toys don’t have preferences or opinions, they just get played with and used. If you don’t start showing me the proper respect, I might just use you all up, fuck toy Slut.”

Jess tried to be contrite. Her heart pounded with anxious anticipation. It was so boring when Ryan wasn’t home. This woman had promised to visit her. Surely that could only be a good thing?

“It’s too bad I can’t give you any visible marks,” the woman said. “But don’t worry, I know how to give you some fun you’ll remember, even if the marks aren’t lasting.”

“What’s your name anyway?” Jess asked. “All I know is you work with Ryan.”

“Silly Slut. You don’t need to know my name!” the woman scolded, squeezing Jess’ freshly caned tits. “Have you already forgotten what you are?”

“I’m a fuck toy,” Jess said, swallowing hard. Just saying the words out loud made her quiver. “I don’t have preferences or opinions.”

“That’s right. You also don’t have any thoughts except how to please the person playing with you. You don’t need to know my name, and you don’t need to know anything else except what I like, do you?”

“No, I guess I don’t need to know.” Jess blushed.

The woman smiled, pleased. She massaged Jess’ breasts, but her touch still hurt the recently punished flesh. “You can call me Mistress or Ma’am. Now, run and get me some rubber bands, Slut. Not the thin kinds, the thick ones.”

Jess got up and went to fetch them. She didn’t know how many Mistress wanted, so she brought a handful from the kitchen drawer.

Mistress had taken off her clothes. She was a little older than Jess, but her body was in tip-top shape. 

“Good. Come sit in my lap, Slut.”

Jess perched gingerly on Mistress’ thighs. The woman turned Jess until her breasts pressed into Jess’ back, and Jess’ thighs dangled over the outside of hers. 

“Since Ryan did such a good job punishing these beauts, he’s not going to notice a few more marks here, is he,” the woman said.

“Please don’t, they already hurt so much!”

“You’re the one who wanted me to play with you,” the woman reminded her. “This is how I want to play with you!”

She made Jess hold up her own tits for presentation. Before Jess could blink, Mistress had wound a blue rubber band around the base of her nipple. As she gritted her teeth, elastic trapped the other nipple too. The rubber bands cinched around her nipples make them kept them hard and engorged, lengthening the tight buds until they protruded blatantly and throbbed constantly, a warm pulsing that centered there and stayed.

“Look how pretty and bitable they are!” Mistress declared.

Jess knew what she wanted. Through the pain, she managed to say, “Thank you for making my nipples look so pretty, Ma’am.”

“You’re welcome, Slut. Now, why don’t you get on your knees and demonstrate how good of a fuck toy your mouth is.”

Jess hadn’t ever gone down on a woman before. She tried her best, diving in and hoping enthusiasm would make up for it. She listened to Mistress’ sounds of pleasure and paid attention to when the woman gripped Jess’ faces with her thighs. She licked and tongued, hoping to please Mistress, and tried to ignore the throbbing in her nipples. Pain swelled and receded in waves washing over her, and Jess could feel moisture leaking from her cunt.

Finally Mistress came with a long sigh. 

“That wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t the best performance either,” the woman said critically. “I can see you’ll need a lot of training here if you’re going to be a good fuck toy for me, Slut.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” Jess rasped. Her nipples were in agony.

“You did put in good effort though, so I suppose you’ve earned a reward,” the woman said, smiling at the eagerness in Jessica’s eyes. “Lie over my lap. I want your face down on this cushion, and your ass up high, and I’ll make you feel good.”

Jess knelt in place over the woman with a grimace. This position put her upper body weight on her chest, crushing her poor nipples beneath her. Still, she spread her legs eagerly, moaning loudly when the woman’s fingers slipped through her slick folds.

“Oh my god, you’re dripping, Slut,” the woman exclaimed. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I wonder, are you a natural born fuck toy, or did Ryan turn you into one? I hear he’s really good at doing that. He’s always had girls panting and crawling for him.”

“I’m a natural born fuck toy, Ma’am,” Jessica wailed, providing the correct answer. “Pleeeease. Please don’t stop.”

“You’re fucking my fingers so good, Slut,” the woman cooed, plunging her fingers noisily into Jess’ cunt. As she pumped her fingers in and out, her other hand toyed with Jess’ clit, rubbing the slippery bud. “Your pussy is squeezing my fingers so hard. What a good fuck toy you are. Ryan must love playing with your tight holes and stretching you out with that big cock of his. Do you like having his cock in your holes, Slut?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Jessica panted. She was rubbing her tender nipples into the sofa, grinding them deeper. “I love having things stuffed in my holes.”

“I’ll have to get an extra big strap-on for my fuck toy. You’ll kiss it and thank me for using it to split you open.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Jess sobbed. “I’m going to come…”

“But you don’t get to come,” the woman said sweetly. “I said I would make you feel good. And I have, haven’t I? You’re drenching my lap! But I never said you would get to come.”

“Please! Ma’am! I need to come!”

The woman pretended to think. “Hmmm. Well, since I’m so generous, I suppose you could come if you ask me to put more rubber bands on your nipples. Then I could make you come.”

Jess’ nipples felt like they were going to fall off, but the fire in her cunt would drive her mad. She realized she as crying, almost choking with desperation at the thought that climax would be denied her.

“Please, Ma’am, will you put rubber bands on my nipples?” she bawled.

The woman added two more rubber bands each to Jess’ nipples. Jessica whimpered and sniveled and cried the whole time. Her nipples were sticking straight out of her breasts, long and stuff and flushed a dark color. She went back over Mistress’ lap. This time when her bound nipples touched the sofa, the pain made her scream.

Jess came like a rocket the second the woman’s fingers brushed her clit. The pain radiating from her chest hooked into her cunt and her brain and everything was set on fire. 

When she came to, the rubber bands had been removed, though her nipples were still pulsing with the pain that came from released blood flow that she didn’t realize it at first.

The woman was wearing her clothes again, standing by the sofa and looking down at Jess.

“Well, I gotta run. Before I take off and lock you back up all alone here, let’s go over your lessons for today. It’s not all fun and games, you know? Tell me what you learned, Slut.”

“I’m a fuck toy,” Jess said in a hazy voice. “A natural born fuck toy. I don’t have any opinions or preferences or thoughts.” She gave a little shudder from hearing herself say those degrading words. “The only thing I need to know is how to be a good fuck toy and…p-please the people who play with me.” She swallowed and said, “Thank you for visiting and playing with me, Ma’am.”

“Great,” the woman said brightly. “You better get yourself cleaned up before Ryan gets home. I’ll see you soon, Slut!”

(Continued in Part 3 here)

eenslaved:

Basically some filthy fictional smut.

“Nurse, please take notes as I proceed with the examination of the patient, brought in by her guardian and stepbrother, Lord Francis Milton.

“The patient is Lady Ashley Milton, twenty-two years of age. She is still a virgin; her hymen is intact and has not yet been breached–”

“Ohh nooo, you musn’t!”

“Hush, Lady Ashley. You may address me as Doctor Kent or sir. As has already been explained to you, it is necessary to examine you so that I may make a recommendation concerning your welfare, and if necessary, determine a course of treatment to help you. Please do not interrupt, or I shall have to ask Nurse Lane to gag you. 

“Lady Ashley’s stepbrother brought her to our hospital because he is concerned for her physical health. From my examination thus far, it is plainly evident that the patient is in a constant state of arousal, which causes her no small amount of distress, including accelerated heart rate, short and rapid breathing, tightened muscles, sweating, and moaning.

“The patient’s nipples are noticeably peaked, even without provocation. Breasts are firm and plump, quite heavy for their size, and appropriately rounded. I have yet to observe the nipples in a relaxed state. Presently the buds are tight and engorged, very pliant. Even light stimulation induces a great physiological reaction in the patient. 

“Pinching the nipples also induces a significant discharge of lubrication in the patient’s pussy. This lubrication appears to be a persistent symptom for the patient. The labia is flushed a dark color, and the protruding clitoris is slick with Lady Ashley’s natural lubrication. Additionally, the patient’s pussy can be observed repeatedly clenching. 

“The anus is not distended, but it appears to be receptive to penetration, even with minimal use of an emollient cream. The patient grows exceedingly excited when objects, such as fingers or the speculum, is inserted.

“I shall now proceed with a series of tests designed to determine the patient’s responsiveness.”

“Doctor Kent, please!” The girl thrashed in her restraints on the examination table.

“Lady Ashley, this is not conduct becoming of a patient or lady,” Dr. Kent said firmly. “Please do not interrupt my work again. Nurse Lane, please secure the eye mask.”

“Yes, Doctor Kent.”

Nurse Lane briskly and efficiently secured the eye mask over Lady Ashley’s face. The leather pads cupped her wide blue eyes and was strapped tightly behind her head.

She helped the doctor hold Lady Ashley’s legs wide open by placing firm hands on the patient’s knees. Dr. Kent pressed the tip of his gloved finger into the patient’s swollen folds. Lady Ashley cried out wordlessly.

“See how her clitoris emerges further?” Dr. Kent pointed out. 

“Yes, Doctor. That’s quite a bit of moisture she’s secreting, isn’t it?”

“You’re absolutely right. As you can see from the amount of fluids pooling on the exam table, our patient struggles to control this aspect of her body.” 

“It’s clear she is not fit for the typical life of a society lady,” Nurse Lane murmured. “If she’s always like this, balls or tea or walks in the park…any public  appearance must be fraught with anxiety.”

“Indeed.”

Nurse Lane gasped at Lady Ashley’s loud moan. “My goodness!”

“Yes, it seems our patient greatly desires penetration in both her pussy and her bottom,” Dr. Kent said, as he rubbed Lady Ashley’s slippery folds. He curved two fingers gently inside her, and he and Nurse Lane watched intently as Lady Ashley immediately arched her back off the exam table, thrusting her breasts in the air.

“I think the patient is behaving herself and keeping her legs spread wide for me like a good girl,” Dr. Kent said in a satisfied tone. “Nurse, there’s no need to hold her legs in position. Why don’t you manipulate the patient’s breasts? See what her natural responses are.”

“Of course, Doctor.”

Dr. Kent probed between the patient’s bottom cheeks, pressing a gloved finger into the anus and forcing it deeper into the rectum. “Excellent tension back here. After our exam, I want you to prepare a four pint enema. Position the patient on all fours, and bring her to climax while her belly is massaged. Document her responses.”

“Yes, Doctor,” Nurse Lane responded. “Even with her sensitivity here, she seems to love having her teats pinched and pulled, Doctor.”

“I noticed that as well. She’s leaking copious amounts of fluid.”

Lady Ashley gasped and groaned unceasingly. Her blindfolded head lolled back and forth restlessly on the table. Tremors quaked her body, causing her heavy breasts to quiver. Although her arms kept pulling at the leather wrist restraints, she kept her thighs spread apart of her own volition. 

Dr. Kent drew out the physical test, noting the patient’s increasing restiveness. Finally, he brought her to a climax.

The blindfold was unbuckled, and Nurse Lane helped slacken the wrist restraints so that Lady Ashley could sit up.

“Lady Ashley, it’s clear to me that your body endures a great deal of stress from this constant arousal. You must see that you have little control over your body. The sounds you made just now…were hardly the expressions of an articulate, sensible society lady of sound body and mind. You were consumed by your body’s demands to the point that you were unintelligible, capable only of animalistic groans and grunts. Society can be cruel to those of us who are different…as such, I recommend that you remain here at the hospital under my care and supervision.”

Lady Ashley was panting, her eyes dazed, her body tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

“At the hospital, I can ensure that your arousal is relieved and that your existence remains as free of stress as possible,” Dr. Kent said gently. “Your stepbrother has already entrusted you into our care. Your every need will be seen to. I will prescribe a round of treatment that will alleviate and meet your body’s needs. You have no need to concern yourself with the frivolities of society or the anxieties of seeking a husband and running a household. Your priority must be to your body and obeying its needs.”

“But…”

Dr. Kent reached out and palmed Lady Ashley’s breasts. She sucked in a breath, her eyes flying wide open. Her lips parted on a gasp as he squeezed and massaged the rounded globes.

“You see how good it feels?” Dr. Kent said gently. “We know how to soothe and stimulate your body in ways that will be beneficial to you. In doing so, you will see that you can still contribute to society by performing a great service.”

“Contribute? Service?”

“Yes. Many men, leaders and thinkers of society, are inspired to do their best work for the good of all if they can ease themselves. Many would be suited to assisting with your treatment, which would help you and themselves.”

“You needn’t worry that you’ll be lonely here,” Nurse Lane added. “I heard you are friends with Lady Beverly Jacobs? Her family recently had her committed as well. She has a different affliction and is undergoing a very different treatment, but you’ll see, she’s much happier here in her new life as a milkmaid.”

“Her name is Bessie,” Dr. Kent reminded. “It is incorrect to refer to by her former name, Nurse.”

“My apologies, Doctor.”

“Let’s take you to see your friend, Bessie,” Dr. Kent said.

First, however, he and Nurse Lane put a smooth metal belt between Lady Ashley’s legs that locked around her waist. It was a chastity device, Dr. Kent explained. Now that her treatment began, he couldn’t risk her interfering with any aspect of it. As such, he would keep her pussy and bottom securely locked except for rounds of treatment when the two holes would be filled.

The former Lady Beverly was alone in a room. She was locked into a stockade that forced her to remain bent at the waist. Her neck was secured such that she couldn’t even look up and realize that her friend, Lady Ashley, was standing there in shock.

Lady Beverly’s ample breasts had increased noticeably in size. Hanging below her, the were pillowy and pendulous. Two attendants sat on either side of Lady Beverly, their hands fastened to her nipples, which were long and brown. They pulled continuously at the teats, drawing milk from each breast in a thin line that squirted into pails resting on the floor below her.

“Beverly!” Lady Ashley cried.

Lady Beverly jerked in her stockade; her wrists were poking through the wood on either side of her head. Both of the attendants immediately delivered a spank to Lady Beverly’s bottom, settling her.

“As I have already said, Lady Beverly wishes to be called Bessie now,” Dr. Kent said. “Please respect her wishes.”

Lady Ashley let out a low moan as she felt her pussy, trapped behind the metal belt, begin to dampen again as she watched her friend’s miking. 

eenslaved:

“What is the girl’s relationship to you?” the woman’s friend inquired with a lurid curiosity.

“Oh, she and Henry are friends from college. She stayed here with Henry and a couple other friends on one of their spring breaks. This was last year, when she used to be called Miranda, isn’t that right, sweetie?” Regina gave the girl’s nipple a tweak. “Now she’s Miffy, my darling little fuck doll.”

Miffy blushed. She was standing before the two women with her hands clasped behind her back and her chin on her chest, eyes lowered. She wore a plaid-patterned dress, something that came out of the juniors department in a store. Her hair was gathered into two high, curly ponytails. She wore no makeup, save for one stark exception. Her cheeks had been rouged with bright pinkish-red circles that stood out on her fair skin. It had the effect of making her look like a young girl playing with an adult’s makeup. 

“Does your son know?” the friend marveled.

“Goodness, no. Henry’s oblivious to it all, he’s happily dating up a storm, not seeing anyone special. Certainly not anyone he would bring home and introduce to his mother!”

She turned Miffy, guiding her by the shoulders, and unzipped the girl’s dress, pushing it down. She always dressed and undressed the girl to reinforce her role as a fuck doll.

“Lovely, isn’t she,” the woman said proudly to her friend. 

“Yes, indeed. How long will you keep her?”

“Why, for always! I’ve invested too much time customizing her. You’ll have to give her mouth a try later; her tongue knows just how to please a woman. I’ve been training her for Henry. She’ll be such a good fuck doll for him. Won’t you, Miffy?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Miffy whispered.

“Look how obedient she is,” the woman said, “Let’s go to the bathroom for this demonstration.”

They walked into the bathroom. The woman told Miffy to get in the shower stall and release her bladder.

Miffy squatted in the shower and stared up at the two women with wide cornflower blue eyes. With her legs splayed wide, they could see when the stream of urine trickled down and pooled into the center drain. Miffy’s face was red but otherwise placid the whole time, although something in her eyes let them know she was cringing on the inside. Her lips parted on a pant.

The woman took the handheld shower head and sprayed a jet of water between Miffy’s legs, hosing her off. The girl remained in her squatting position until she was clean.

“Show the lady how you like to be punished, Miffy,” the woman said pleasantly.

The girl got out of the shower. She went to the counter of the sink, picked up a wooden hairbrush, and presented it with both hands to the woman.

“Please, wil you punish your fuck doll, ma’am?” Miffy asked.

The woman sat on the edge of the bath tub and had Miffy lay across her lap. She took the hairbrush and began to paddle the girl’s upturned behind with it. Red bloomed across those wobbling bottom cheeks. Each loud crack made the girl’s knees rub against each other, but otherwise she remained limp over the woman’s lap. 

At the end of it, Miffy sat on the woman’s lap, tears streaming down her face.

“Thank you for punishing your fuck doll,” Miffy gasped.

The woman invited her friend to touch Miffy’s breasts. They took turns pinching the fuck doll’s hard nipples, so pink and pliable. Miffy huffed and puffed and wriggled, which made the woman crush a tender bud between her fingers.

“Stop that,” she chastised. “Such a bad fuck doll!”

Miffy swallowed a groan and held still as they abused her nipples, watching her face intently. They kissed her wet face, made her stand and bend over, and they pushed their slender fingers into her cunt and ass. 

eenslaved:

Everyone loved having George and Jeanie over. No mystery why: Jeanie was beautiful and elegant, a lovely woman. So sweet and accommodating, and her husband was so generous in sharing her with his neighbors.

The Randolphs threw a pretty get-together one evening. Wine and cheese and assorted cold cuts. George escorted Jeanie over. He was wearing casual pants and a sweater with the sleeves rolled up over his forearms. He helped his wife remove her coat, and everyone stared greedily.

Jeanie was nude; she wore only a bodysuit made of black leather straps that laced her body. The leather harness circled her breasts and dug into her upper thighs. A hard strap ran between her legs. She wore a leather collar too, buckled around her throat.

Jeanie greeted everyone as graciously as ever. A few people peered into her eyes, examining her face to see how she felt about standing in their suburban midst, basically naked in this kinky getup. Most of them, men and women, couldn’t tear their eyes away from her exposed body. George’s wife! He was just flaunting his wife before all of them! He was so damned casual about it too, accepting a beer for himself and passing a glass of wine to Jeanie.

They moved to the living room. Jeanie sat beside him on a loveseat. She didn’t cross her legs – the complete opposite, she spread her legs as wide as she could. Everyone looked at that black strap between her thighs. George placed a hand on her thigh as he engaged in idle chitchat. No one talked to Jeanie, so she just sat there, sipping her white wine. 

Her husband took away her wine before she could finish it.

“That’s enough, pet,” he told her as he removed her wine glass. “You want to keep a clear head, don’t you?”

“Yes, George,” Jeanie replied. She rested her hands on her thighs and her head bowed.

“Jeanie’s a lightweight,” he explained fondly. 

One of the neighbors, a husband, ventured boldly, “Gorgeous assets. She displays them so well.”

“She’s got her reminder on, that’s why,” George said. “Without it she sometimes has a dreadful slouching problem. I’m working on addressing that. Shoulders back and tits out is how I like her.”

A murmur of collective assent gurgled through the room.

“What’s her reminder?” a woman asked slowly, as if maybe she didn’t want to know.

George stroked the black strap between Jeanie’s thighs with one finger. “This is Jeanie’s reminder. She’s wearing a dilator in her rectum and a nice long dildo in her cunt.” He patted his pocket and took out a small black box. “The remote control is right here. Jeanie always stays on her best behavior when she’s wearing her reminder.”

Jeanie said nothing, but her chest rose and fell with her rapid, shallow breaths. Everyone noticed that her nipples protruded stiffly, and her mouth was slightly open.

“What does that do?” another man nodded at the remote.

"It controls her,” George said, smiling. He thumbed a dial on the remote. 

A tremor rippled through Jeanie’s body. It was a full-body shudder. Her round breasts quivered. Her head came up, then fell back, baring her throat. Her hands squeezed her thighs.

“Excuse me,” George said. “Hold onto this for me, will you? We need to get Jeanie’s hands out of the way. She’s pretty good about staying where I put her, but sometimes she needs help. The reminder really limits her ability to focus on more than one thing at a time, so I have to help her with this.”

He cuffed Jeanie’s wrists behind her back. From the front, they could all see the balls of her shoulders, turned back, and her jutting breasts. 

The neighbor who suddenly found himself holding the controls to Jeanie’s reminder could hardly breathe, he was so aware of how intimately he could control another man’s wife in that moment. He was almost relieved when George took the remote back.

Glancing around at the avid, greedy faces of their neighbors, George inquired casually, “Want to see how it works?”

“God, yes!” a man burst out eagerly, which made them all laugh a little. 

George cupped the remote in one palm. With his other hand, he began to toy with the black box. Everyone crowded in to watch Jeanie.

George’s wife sat very still and straight for a moment, though her shoulders jerked a little. Then her thighs began to tense as she shifted her hips restlessly. Gradually, she began to move back and forth on the loveseat, rocking and trying to increase pressure on her cunt. Her back arched, and she fell back on her arms, bound behind her, her body writhing. 

“Someone grab her legs,” George said.

Several volunteers leaned forward, eager to lay their hands upon her. They clamped their fingers into her thighs, over her knees, around her ankles, pulling out, splitting her open wider. Jeanie’s hips bucked as she humped the dildos seated inside her holes, her pelvic thrusting in the air. She was gasping in a fast rhythm now, making noises. No words, just sounds of pleading.

“I can keep her like this for hours,” George said, watching his wife, his hand still on the remote. He delivered this statement in the tone of a man who knew, who wasn’t idly boasting, but had concrete knowledge of this fact. 

“What’s the longest you’ve kept her on the edge?” a neighborhood woman whispered. Her voice was hoarse with something that could have been fear, or horror, or the deepest yearning.

“Sixteen hours,” George said. 

A man swore harshly.

“Was she being punished?” another guest asked excitedly.

“No, I just wanted to do it to her,” George said placidly. “The whole point is that I can do whatever I want to Jeanie.”

Jeanie was really thrashing around now. The volunteers holding her legs open held her down, and open. It was a fascinating spectacle, watching her hump the air so hard her breasts jiggled in a most graphic manner. Someone pinioned her shoulders because she kept tipping over onto her side. In holding her upright, they could watch that mesmerizing exhibition of Jeanie’s tight nipples being waved around in the air.

“How did she survive it for sixteen hours,” another woman murmured, her dark eyes keen upon Jeanie’s struggling body.

“She wasn’t a pretty sight. Far from it. Quite pitiable, really. She was just lying there, stewing in a flood of her own juices. I kept her hydrated, so she’d also relieved herself several times throughout the whole ordeal. Jeanie was the very picture of a soiled slut. I gagged her of course, since this was overnight and I didn’t want her disturbing any of our neighbors, but she still screamed herself silly. Her voice was completely gone for almost a week.” George’s voice turned dulcet. “Oh, but she was so wonderfully obedient after that. This was early on in our relationship, you see. I never had any real problems with Jeanie after that.”

The talk turned a little after that, meandered through their relationship, touching upon the events that transpired before their move to this homey, friendly neighborhood. George offered to host the next poker night and volunteered Jeanie to be their server.

“Well, it’s getting late,” George said at last. “Time for us to get going.”

The neighbors reluctantly let go of Jeanie. She flopped onto her side, shuddering, her body seized in the grip of the vibrating devices. George uncuffed her hands and shifted her gently to the ground, until she was on all fours.

"Come along, Jeanie,” George said patiently. “Heel, pet.”

Somehow, impossibly, Jeanie crawled by her husband’s side. It was clear she was totally unable to stand on her own two feet without assistance. As she crawled, her body swayed and shuddered, wracked by the persistent vibrations inside her. She moved forward slowly on all fours, her head hanging down, shuffling forward in an awkward gait.