You had hoped he’d finally play with your clit again as he applied the clamps to spread your pussy open, making it stand out and throb. But instead he cuffed you down and spend hours edging you with just a dildo when you could never get close to an orgasm from penetration. Just amazingly worked up. How’s that clit doing, sweetheart?
The dominant in this one is male, and the other partner is switch female. Enjoy!
And yes I did basically throw my biggest kinks together for this story cx
I realise I can feel my girlfriend’s heartbeat as I lean back onto her chest, my face just below hers, making me have to look up at her despite my head being almost beside hers. A part of me takes note of her warmth as she wraps her arms around me, placing her hand on my bare belly.
This position is new to me, and I place the very tip of my tongue between my lips, poking out slightly like I do when I get excited or nervous. Or in this case, a bit of both. The length of time I was in trance makes me a little nervous, knowing that it wouldn’t take that long unless it was going to be a new trigger. I certainly enjoyed the trance, and I’m excited for what’s coming, but a touch of anticipation enters my mind.
My nervousness fades as my girlfriend Abby gently plants a kiss on my cheek, and I can’t help but smile while I look up at her. My gaze moves away from her as Davin reenters the room, carrying my vibrator, which had been locked in his room for the past week. I couldn’t cum without it, and I’d being looking forward to today the whole week. I’d gone longer without an orgasm, but the lack of proper edges had been making me go mad.
Our boyfriend sits on the bed by my feet, handing the wand to Abby before leaning down to plug it into the wall. As he turns back to face the two of us, I find I can’t quite read his expression; He’s clearly in a good mood, but I can’t tell if he’s feeling mischievous or not. I have a love hate relationship with that poker face.
I’m pulled back to reality as the hair is brushed out of my face in a gentle motion, before I adjust my position between Abby’s legs, spreading my legs and granting her better access to my sex. I can feel my heart rate increasing in excitement as the buzzing of the toy spreads through the room. She holds the toy in her left hand as her right slides teasingly down my belly until it stops just short of my sex.
I bite my lip and let out a faint whine from the back of my throat as I turn to look at her, feeling myself throb from the lovingly cruel expression on her face as she looks at my face for just a moment, before her hand slides a little further and I feel my pleasure spike.
I can’t help gasp slowly as her hand builds my pleasure, having been forbidden to touch all day. My breathing is still slow, but my eyes close as a vacant expression undoubtedly occupies my face, my body relaxing further, melting into the teasing girls arms. Hearing Davin speak, I realise he’s instructing Abby’s teasing motions, and know that I’m not expected to pay attention. His words fade, blurring into the background as I focus on the pleasure building between my legs.
When Abby places the vibrator on my most sensitive spot, my body tenses briefly, my back arching, before my breath settles to a normal, but quickened pace. I shift in place slightly, unable to remain still as the stimulation increases further, my legs tensing and making me squirm. I manage to press myself higher on Abby’s body, putting our heads at the same level, allowing her more control as one of her arms slides under mine to get a better angle in the new position.
Although I’m not paying it much mind, Davin’s voice is helping immensely, simply being a constant sound in his wonderfully deep voice. I feel the effects of my previous trance kicking in somewhat, being unable to focus on anything, a combination of the trance and the overwhelming pleasure scrambling my mind. My only thoughts are focused on the pleasure between my legs, and I realise I’m already quite close to the edge.
“C-close…” I manage to mumble through my haze, and shortly after feel the vibrator decrease in pressure, holding me just short of a hard edge for a bit, letting my pleasure decrease before another word from Davin precedes another increase in pressure.
This is repeated a few times, where I’ll make a sound to indicate I’m getting close, allowing the couple to tease me wonderfully. After a few more edges, I mumble something indiscernible.
“Pahs..” I mumble. I’m quite out of it, and can’t quite focus on anything. In my ear however, I hear Abby’s voice reply.
“What was that sweetie?”
“Puh… Plee.. please..” I say between breathes as she decreases stimulation to allow me to think. The part of me still able to think straight knows that the two must be a little surprised; I almost never beg. They must know how desperate I am.
“Alright sweetie.” is the last thing I hear before the pleasure increases considerably, both the wand and her hand now working my sex. My edge rapidly approaches, and I whimper and my body squirms of it’s own accord. Sir’s voice remains a distant drabble, but increases in intensity somehow. Abby doubles down, and I reach the edge, just slipping over it before, clear as day, his voice cuts through my world.
“Limp.”
My body falls absolutely still. My mind clears for just a moment, and I feel the wand fall beside my hip. Abby’s hands move away from my sex, and hug my tight, squeezing me tightly and lovingly. My body tries to writhe, to do anything to continue stimulation, but it’s too late. I feel myself tear up, my breathing sporadic, as I feel my girlfriend’s hair tickle my face a little while she whispers into my ear. My arms lay beside me, and in spite of the tensing in my sex, my body is completely relaxed, as if asleep.
“Shh,” she whispered, both gently and teasingly. “It’s okay, we don’t need to cum.” My sobs slow down a little as she holds me close, my sex still twitching, the ruin continuing to increase my arousal further. “We don’t need to cum sweetie. Shhhh.”
I wouldn’t have thought this many feelings could go through my head at the same time.
“We don’t need to cum,” she repeats, impossibly gently and reassuring, as if she were comforting a child.
“Just let it fade.” In my mind, my mixture of emotions swirl, tears freely flowing.
“Shhh.” I’m not sad.
I’m just overwhelmed.
“Let it fade.”
My sex stops tensing so much.
“We don’t need to cum,” comes her voice in my ear one last time.
From across the bed, I hear Davin’s voice again.
“Drop.”
The overwhelming emotions fade away and I take one last breath, my mind going from so high, so overwhelmed, to unimaginably deep.
I fall asleep in my girlfriends arms, just vaguely aware of Davin wrapping his arms around the both of us.
“That’s right. Right here. Don’t think about what I’m doing to your body, don’t think about how it’s making you feel, just keep your focus right here in my eyes. No need to look away, no need to blink. Just go into that warm, soft space where your body doesn’t matter and the only thing that’s important to you is the center of my pupils.
“Every time you try to form a thought, my fingers are going to stroke it gently away. And you won’t even notice. Because noticing something means thinking about it, and every time you try to form a thought you’re going to feel my hands roaming over your body, finding your nipples and your ass and your warm, wet cunt…and then it’s going to melt away. It’s going to become distant and vague and unimportant compared to the bliss you feel when you stare into my beautiful eyes and stop thinking.
“And the less you think, the better you feel. As your mind narrows down to that single point of focus, each and every thought drifting away on the tide of my voice until all you are is blank, passive and accepting, you’re going to feel the pleasure in your body intensifying until all you can do is moan for me. You don’t even need to know that’s what you’re doing. Your conscious mind can stay perfectly locked onto the endless depths of my eyes and let the pleasure out in empty, vacant whimpers for me.
“And the better you feel, the more you obey. The pleasure crowds out all those silly, tedious thoughts, leaving your mind soft and malleable and perfectly willing to be owned. And we both know you thought that’s what you were when you came to me, when you asked me to hypnotize you, when you let me peel your clothes off and gaze into your eyes while my words lulled you into trance. But you’re learning that there are new depths to your obedience, that you can always become more perfectly submissive to me. And that’s just beautiful, isn’t it? Of course it is.
“And the more you obey, the less you think. Your mind sinks into the rhythms of obedience, and following my instructions makes it so easy to surrender to that lazy, passive bliss of being nothing more than a passenger in your own body. You belong to me, and I control your thoughts and your actions, so why even try to think? Why even bother to do anything besides stare deep into the blackness at the center of my eyes and let me smooth your mind and your will away into perfect surrender? You want to be my slave. And slaves don’t need to think.
“And the less you think, the better you feel. And the better you feel, the more you obey. And the more you obey, the less you think. That’s right, good girl, whispering it right along with me as my fingers tease out that climax, and the one after that, and the one after that. Feel me inside you, fucking your will away, until you descend into the perfect orgasm for me and go utterly, helplessly blank. The less you think, the better you feel. The better you feel, the more you obey. The more you obey, the less you think…”
Does it feel good when mommy touches you like this baby? You poor needy cunt, you don’t even know how to please yourself as good as I can. When I’m done with you, you’ll be ruined for everyone else. Including yourself.
She’d just come home from uni, tired I’m sure. I’d been waiting
in her room all evening, disorganizing her room so I could tell her to clean it
later. I waited just beyond her line of sight until she got in the room and put
her bag down, throwing herself face down on the bed with a groan.
I crept up to her bedside as she turned her head away to check
her phone and took my time assessing her, especially how her skirt rode up her
ass just a little. Before long I was grabbing her ankles and dragging her off
the bed. She yelped in surprise and craned her neck to see who was grabbing
her, but I dug my fingers in her hair and shoved her face back into the bed. I
dragged her closer so her legs hung off the bed and leaned over her torso,
keeping my fingers in her hair as I snarled in her ear.
“You’re not going to like what happens next if you struggle
little girl.” I ran my free hand up the back of her thigh and grabbed a handful
of her ass. She gasped and muffled a protest. Of course being the dumb little
girl she is, she kicked her feet in a pathetic attempt to shake me off. I made
short work of her skirt, pulling it down her legs and dropping it to the floor.
She kicked even more as I ran my hand up her inner thigh and immediately pushed
two fingers inside her. She squealed and tried to pull away, but I dug my free
hand into her hips and held her in place while I played with her pussy.
“Heeere piggy piggy…” I kept my voice calm and collected while
my fingers were anything but, probing and stretching while she whimpered, still
wiggling to get away. I gave her a warning slap on the ass, pulling my fingers
out to tease her asshole. She started crying softly, her legs going slack as
she began to learn what was good for her.
“Smart girl, let’s see how well you follow direction without me
having to hurt you.” I slid my fingers back in her pussy, biting my lip with
how wet she was already. I so badly wanted to bury my face right there and
spank her till she danced on my tongue. I let my mouth wander while my fingers
explored her, kissing up the backs of her thighs until I was close enough to
leave teeth marks on her ass. She let out a protest and I enjoyed her wiggling
under me before I let her know I had other plans for her.
I pulled her upright by her hair so she stood in front of me,
teetering from the abrupt change. She tried to mumble a complaint but I hooked
the fingers that were just inside her pussy into her mouth before she got
herself in deeper trouble running her dumb mouth. Using my legs to push her
lower body I spun her around so she faced me, just as unsteady. Her hair was a
wreck from me pulling it, her eye make-up smeared from being pushed against her
bed with her tears, half her cheeks covered in spit…she looked beautiful. I
took a moment to kiss her forehead and slip her shirt off before telling her to
kneel, taking my time to stroke her cheek as she looked up at me. God I loved
that look. She whimpered and looked down, bouncing a little on her knees.
Cautiously, she slid her fingers up my thigh, hesitating when she got high
enough.
I teased her by staying out of her reach while she followed me
backwards till I was leaning against her desk. She couldn’t keep eye contact,
which I was going to fix. Once again I dug my fingers in her hair and enjoyed
the way her eyes became hooded as she leaned into my hand. She looked at peace,
but not for long.
“Look at me” I drew her in closer until she was just inches away
from my pussy, and I could feel her hot breath on me. She looked up at me,
already blushing. I closed the gap with a “good girl” and a forceful hand on
the back of her neck. No longer hesitant, she took the opportunity to show me
how much of a good girl she could be.
“Show me how badly you think you deserve to come.” I tightened
my grip, almost scruffing the back of her neck. She moaned into my pussy which
just further drove me nuts. I used my grip on her neck to pull her to her feet
and to my mouth—kissing my taste off her lips. She let out a small whimper and
sigh as one of my hands ran down her side settling on her ass, and the other
snaked around her throat. I took my time tasting her, using my hand on her ass
to pull her further into me.
Starting out soft, the pressure against her neck matched the
passion in our kiss. As she got more fervent and needy, so did my hand. I amped
her up until my tongue was in her mouth and her face was turning red. I pulled
back only for a moment to see her eyes lost, her mind on the edge of
consciousness.
“Mommy loves you, princess” I whispered, leaning in to
kiss her one last time before I felt her exhale in my mouth and go limp against
me.
My mental clock started as I propped her up against me, quickly
and gently turning her in my arms. I leaned her against my body and started
teasing her tits. Knowing my time was nearly up, I trailed my hand down her
stomach and gently ran my fingers across her pussy. I knew when she came back
to me she’d jump, so I had a tight hold of her with my arm around her torso,
using my free hand to play with her tits lazily. My fingers got more needy and
I felt her dripping onto me as I spread her a bit to get more direct access.
With a jump, she was awake and gasping, which instantly turned
into moaning. As soon as I felt her become conscious, I began rubbing her clit
mercilessly, spreading her juices all over her pussy. She began begging to come
almost instantaneously, grasping for something to hold onto as she pulled up on
her tip toes. My arm had slid up to around her throat, and I was almost tempted
to choke her out again. She grabbed hold of my knees since she started shaking,
I don’t think she had stopped stuttering for a single moment.
My arm tightened around her neck and I gently kissed her
shoulder, in great contrast to what my other hand was up to. As I was about to
give her what she wanted, I added pressure to her neck and whispered in her ear
“Yes babygirl, come for me.”
She shook even harder and I could practically hear her eyes roll
back. I kept rubbing her clit, shoving two fingers up her pussy to drive her
over the edge even more. She squeaked out a “thank you Miss” before I
felt her pussy clench around my fingers.
I didn’t stop until she was done panting, gently and slowly
fingering her until she calmed down. She grabbed my hand and put my soaked
fingers in her mouth, turning around on unsteady legs so she could show me my
favorite image. I couldn’t keep from kissing her, standing proper to lead her
back to the bed before pushing her onto it and laying down next to her. As I
ran my fingers lazily up and down her thigh I assured her:
“Don’t worry, the next will be much bigger” before I
got up to straddle her, putting my fingers back in her mouth to gag the start
of her protest.
One of my favorite fantasies is casual teasing. Watching a movie with my hand down your panties, completely ignoring you as you become a wet whimpering mess. I’d pretend not to hear you panting or feel you squirming against me. What a wreck, getting hot an bothered while I sit composed and unaffected. And then just as randomly as I started, I’d leave you bereft and wanting.
I don’t care what you have to do, or how much of your body you have to surrender control of.
Your
mind cannot possibly focus on maintaining your dignity and fighting off
the urge to cum at the same time. That is completely okay. There are
priorities in your world, and doing as you’re told is at the top of the
list.
I told you to keep your hand moving and to maintain that edge. I
didn’t tell you to look like a lady with class, or to conduct yourself
like a real woman. I ask a lot of you, but I know you’re not capable of
those things. I won’t ask you for what you can’t give me.
This is what you were born to do, this is what you are capable of. So just sit there and edge for me like a good girl.
You
don’t even have to listen for me to tell you to stop. I’ll take your
arm and pull it away from you when I decide that you’re finished.
So just focus on your own little world while I allow the fantasy to last. I’m enjoying the show.
She couldn’t think clear any longer. The dildo in her pussy was going to make her cum. She somehow remembered how she got hertself in this situation. She’d told him that dildos didn’t do anything for her and she’d never been able to cum with them “vibrators are my thing”. She saw the smirk almost intantly, she’d given him a challenge. Now, here she was… A long deep moan scape her.
“Oh baby. I thought ‘these things’ didn’t do anything for you”
“They don’t, Sir. ” She was determined not to succumb to the pleasure building inside of her.
“I don’t like when you lie to me, kitten.”
He slapped her ass once, hard. She whimpered, the sting almost bringing her over the edge.
“Fuck. God…” She was unable to fake any longer and slowly started to move her hips to meet the thrust of his hands as the dildo went in and out of her soaking pussy. “God, that feels good. Yes… Please.”
“Please? Please, what?” Another smack on her ass. She swore she came a little, but she knew she couldn’t cum just like that. Good girls have to ask, right?
“FUCK.. Sir, may I cum, please?” The words came out of her mouth fast, almost all together and in a loud plead.
“No, kitten. You may not cum. I remember you saying dildos didn’t do anything for you. How I love to prove you wrong, little one” He removed the dildo and pulled her hair to straighten her up. He kissed her passionately, she moaned as his tingue claimed her mouth. Then he told her “Go get dress. We’re going out for dinner. I’ll keep proving you wrong later. We’ll finish this when we’re back”
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