notesonlust:

Wanting it was always better than getting it. 

Before this moment, if someone had told Robert that’s where the pleasure in sex was, he would’ve laughed in their face. Now, however, he understood—and so did Michael.

They’d been sitting here like this for, how long? Robert couldn’t tell. Every once in a while Michael’s hand would lightly slide up his shaft, milking out a small viscous pearl from the tip of his cock, then slide back down, just as slowly. The smallest stimulation, really, but it was enough to make Robert feel like he was nothing more than his cock. He’d get weak. Couldn’t see straight. It took what remaining self-control he had not to buck into Michael’s first in a desperate attempt for more stimulation. 

The last time he had tried that, Michael let go, stood, walked into the kitchen to begin cooking dinner. All without a word. Michael refused to touch him for the rest of the night, and Robert was torn between masturbating and ingratiating himself to his roommate so that he’d reconsider. In the end, he decided on the former, a frantic jack off session that ended in the weakest orgasm of his life. It had been the wrong choice of course, and he knew it even before the two watery drops of cum slid down his already softening shaft. Michael did too. He refused to touch Robert again for a week, and it left his roommate feeling starved, desperate, but also much, much wiser about trying to fuck his master’s fist.

So now, as soon as master returned home, Robert would be waiting for him, naked, on his knees, his cock already ridged and ready for its daily training session. After ten minutes, an hour—who knows?—Robert was nothing more than the throbbing ache in his crotch and the modicum of self-control needed to behave himself.

It was then that Robert realized that he wanted to stay in that state forever, even if it meant never cumming again. He was willing to do anything now, and he was willing to beg to do those things, just to keep wanting. 

Because, as his master had known from the start, from the moment he had moved in with what was once his best friend, wanting it was always better than getting it. 

frikonia:

Kou x Kou

pleasuretorture:

Test subject 0073:

Her responses to the self-regulating devices have been most pleasing. The hand-held vibrating wand, having been set to maintain an orgasmic state within the subject, has succeeded in keeping her locked in a continuous cycle of orgasms when coincided with penetration. The subject has been rendered incapable of coherent speech other than interspersed begging, as expected.

The self-regulating dildo shall be introduced for the next stage to examine its potency. For now however, testing shall continue with the wand applied directly to her clitoris until the subject can abstain from any speech or noise at all for a total of 5 minutes. So far, only 20 seconds have been reached until moaning and subsequent screaming continued.

fineto69:

xspanked-masters-petx:

My pet knows that even the waiters and waitresses can play with her when we go to our private club…

Love this!

utterdevotiontomywife:

mistresslittleblog:

mistressdee3468:

razornick:

He’s extracting his ass off her strapon. (Taken with GifBoom)

Good Lord. And it’s still not out!! I need on of those for my sassy damn disobedient toy

Oh such a wonderful thing…to Own him this way…

Utterdevotiontomywife: Holy Hell! OMG!