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femsubdenial:

jukeboxemcsa:

The first orgasm was beyond intense. Four solid weeks of hypnotic restriction, her body allowed to edge for an hour a day but never to cum, all unleashed in a glorious instant of pure, uninhibited bliss. She actually blacked out for a moment, and when she recovered her wits, she noticed that Kitten’s face was absolutely drenched with her juices.

The second orgasm was better. Not as intense–nothing could be that intense–but without that aching need driving her to climax, she was able to really enjoy the way Kitten’s tongue played across her clit. She could pay attention to the feel of the slippery flesh gliding over her nub again and again and ofuck again! She went a little hazy that time too.

The third orgasm was a slow, languorous experience. Kitten took delight in teasing her now, knowing that her pussy was sensitized by her previous releases. Kitten spent long moments just exhaling slow, whispering breaths right onto her clit until she moaned and her pussy drooled all over her thighs. She almost thought she might cum from that alone, but Kitten knew when she was close and drove her over the edge with a flurry of tiny tongue-strokes.

The fourth orgasm was too much. She was already feeling dizzy from the endorphin release, buzzed and cum-drunk from so many climaxes so close together. It was hard simply to keep her eyes open now, but Kitten didn’t stop. Kitten never stopped licking. And licking. And licking. The fourth orgasm was dragged out of her, and she couldn’t stop it.

The fifth orgasm left her panting, shaking, weak and trembling and slumped against the couch cushions. And still Kitten didn’t stop. Kitten couldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop Kitten. Neither one of them could fight their compulsions.

She looked across the room to where Mistress was watching them. “please Mistress,” she said in a trembling voice, “may i stop cumming now?”

“After only five?” Mistress replied. “No, I think you need to cum until you realize that restriction is nothing to complain about.” She smiled a devilish smile as Kitten started in on Orgasm Number Six.

Oh yes!!!

brattyprettysub:

“You want to make Daddy happy, don’t you, little girl?”

“Yes.” She was sitting in his lap, her back to his chest. Her legs were draped over his thighs, held open and spread wide. Only the arm he had around her waist kept her from squirming. “I do, you know I do.”

“I know,” he said, and pressed a kiss behind her ear. “And that’s why you’re going to let Daddy touch you, isn’t it?”

“Daddy,” she said, wincing at the way the whine made her sound like a little girl. She hated this headspace, hated how all it took was a look and a few words from him to get her shy and blushing, unable to meet his eyes.

“But look at that,” he said, twisting one of her nipples idly between his fingers. “You’re already so wet it’s leaking through your panties.”

Okay. So maybe she liked it a little bit. Just a little. And maybe it had possibly been her idea, whispered to him in the middle of the night when the lights were off and she didn’t have to make eye contact. Just possibly.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” he said, his voice low and filthy enough to make her whimper. “Letting Daddy touch you like this. Soaking your panties for me.”

“I can’t help it,” she said, blushing fiercely. Logically, she knew that there was nothing to be ashamed of, that she enjoyed sex, that of course she was wet…

The less logical, much more fun part of her wanted to squirm and hide and apologise to him for being so wet it was beginning to drip down her thighs.

“Besides,” she said suddenly, bravery and brattiness taking over, “it’s your fault, anyway.”

“My fault?” he said. “My fault that I have a dirty little girl who can’t control her own pussy?” His hand was finally, finally drifting lower, sliding under the waistband of her panties. “That’s not Daddy’s fault, sweetheart.” He kissed her behind her ear again, his voice dropping to a whisper. “That’s just my slutty little girl.”

brattyprettysub:

(The morning after this)

“I’m sleepy,” she whined, curling up on her side and turning her head to bury her face in the mattress. 

“I know, princess,” he said. He reached up to stroke her hair, but his other hand stayed on her ass, fingers gently teasing her hole. “No one said you had to wake up.”

She whined again, wordlessly this time, but shifted to raise her ass to him, giving him better access. He pressed a kiss to her hip. “Good girl.”

She heard him flick the cap of the lube open, then flinched away from the coldness that dripped onto her. He murmured an apology, kissing her thigh this time, and slowly slid a finger into her ass. She moaned into the blankets, stretching; her muscles felt tight and sleepy.

He fucked her slowly, letting her ass clench and relax around his finger. “Such a good little girl for me,” he murmured, voice low. “Letting Daddy finger your ass.” He started stroking her rim with a second finger, then slowly slid it in alongside the first. “Does my little girl like it?”

She didn’t reply. At least, not verbally. Rolling onto her stomach and starting to rub her clit against the mattress answered his question perfectly clearly.

He smiled. “Good girl.”

my-world-with-my-dom:

“Oh look how wet it is! What have you been doing all day?”

“I edged, like you ordered me to, Sir”

“Mmmm and does that feel good?”

“Ohhhhh… yes Sir, it… it does.. ohhh”

“How about I continue doing that until you edge some more for me?”

“Uuughhh please no more edges Sir, I can’t… it’s too much, please… please let me cum”

“Shhh sweetie, this is perfect”

“Please…”

“No, just edging and aching horniness for you. Now say thank you”

*whimpers* “Thank you Sir”

“That’s a good girl”

my-world-with-my-dom:

She had been caught masturbating without permission again. The usual punishment for that misdemeanour was 30 whiplashes on her cunt. But it seemed like she enjoyed those whippings too much. They usually left her soaking wet. That’s why they started trying a new torture methode on her. 

Every day she’d get one hour of relentless teasing with a toothbrush the only thing touching her. When the hour was over a numbing gel was applied to her clit, which would make sure that she couldn’t get off for 23 hours. The punishment lasted 1 week last time, and it drove her insane.

That’s probably why she masturbated without permission again as soon as the effects of the last bit of numbing gel wore off. Well, there was only one solution to that problem.

Make her punishment last forever. 

wrongonesin:

I thought it would be over when he slammed his cock into me one last time. A grunt announced each pulse of his cock and jet of cum deep inside me, until he was throbbing empty, and I was gasping full.

But that wasn’t it. After he sighed and pulled out, he held me fast with one arm around my waist, while his other pressed fingers into me, frigging me fast and hard. 

“It’s only fair you cum too, sweetheart. After how good you made me feel. And to make sure that pussy of yours drinks it all in where it belongs.”