It’s a classic predicament—take a very ticklish woman; tie her toes to clamps on her nipples, so every little twitch makes her tug on them; tickle her so she absolutely cannot remain still, no matter how bad she wants to. The vibrator just makes it that much more fun. [Source: Hogtied.com / Bottom: Jessi Palmer / Top: Claire Adams.]
Great idea! I have to try this position.
She can’t cum from fucking alone. Like most women, she needs clitoral stimulation to orgasm.
He devised a treatment plan. Whenever he fucks her, he will pause and rub her clit, his cock buried in her pussy, their eyes on each other.
When she gets close, he will stop rubbing and resume fucking her. Eventually, the added stimulation will tip her over the edge.
It’s been two weeks, and that hasn’t happened yet.
This will be the only time her clit gets touched until the treatment works.
He didn’t mind having to stop fucking her because she got too close. He’s been keeping her like that for so long, he knew exactly what to do.
A few seconds of stillness, buried deep in her convulsing pussy, until she backed off the edge just enough for him to pull out without tipping her over.
He will finish in her mouth, again.
As much as he loved cumming in her swollen pussy, if cumming in her mouth instead was necessary to keep her denied, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.
Half an hour of your edging each day should be done outside of your apartment. Your car, a public bathroom, a dressing room. And remember how we practiced. No silly little masturbating. I want you quivering and writhing you’re so close to cumming. Just because you’re in public doesn’t mean you can just rub your cunt like a regular girl.
“Yes, Sir.”
Because you’re not like other girls. Other girls don’t edge, they masturbate and then cum whenever they want to. Do you want that?
“Do I… do I want what, Sir?”
Keep edging my cunt. I said other girls get to cum whenever they want to. Don’t you want that?
“No. No, Sir. I want to cum when you say so.”
Even though I hardly ever say so? Keep edging. More desperate, please.
“Ngh… Yes, Sir. I only want to cum if you want it.
But you look like you’re desperate to cum. Like you could cum any second.
“Yes, Sir…”
Wouldn’t it feel so good to let go right now?
“Yes, Sir, it would feel so, so, so good.”
But then it would be over, wouldn’t it?
“Yes, Sir.”
You’re not like other girls. You’re special. Do you want to cum, right now?
“Only if you want me to.”
I don’t. I think you’re perfect just like this. Desperately edging, just an inch away from an orgasm that you may not have.
“Then that’s what I want, too.”
Good girl. Let’s edge a while longer then. Open your mouth. Just watching you so close has got me ready to cum.
I need this feather. I have the patience.
Stroke
Stroke
Stroke
For hours.
Let’s see how wet we can get you. Don’t worry, the restraints can be tightened as needed.
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