Yes, you may touch but know if you start you cannot stop unless I say. But I know you’re too horny and blissed out to care about that right now, so by all means rub your little nub an make it feel sooo good. Slower, now. Remember what I just said. Cumming will forfeit all orgasms for 30 days. No, I’m not going to slow down.
I wish you could see how perfectly slutty you look right now. Face down, ass up, anal hook keeping you stretched just the way I like you… I think we’ll start tonight with a few dozen edges to get your pussy really wet. That sounds like fun, doesn’t it? Yes, I thought so. You’re so animated when you try to agree while gagged. After the edges, I’ll rub your pussy down with numbing cream, pop on a condom, and fuck you to a satisfying orgasm. After that, I’ll either lock you back in chastity or wait for the numbing cream to wear off so I can edge you some more. I haven’t decided.
Alright Joanna. Since you had so much fun humping your Mistress’s leg when I lent you to her, you’re going to give me your daily edges on various objects. For starters, you get to give me 25 edges a day, seven days a week, for two whole months. If you aren’t soaking through your panties by then, we’ll go for fifty a day for six months. If you are, maybe you’ll earn permission to cum. The caveat to this is that you can’t do more than five edges a day on the same object. That means you get to run around the house like a bitch in heat humping different things in the hope of edging your desperate little pussy. The other catch is that you have to keep your panties on. I don’t want you accidentally slipping over.
What the hell are you doing? I told you – panties on. No direct contact with your slutty little pussy! How many edges did you do? All five? Well forget it. You’ve just voided your opportunity for mercy. From now on, I’m inviting those Mistresses over. Your denial time is fixed at six months… for now… and I’m going to take charge of your daily edges. I can’t trust you do do them right, it seems. Now you’ve gone and soaked the armrest of my sofa with your pussy juices… you’ll be punished for that too. Get out on the patio. I don’t care if people see you, get out there now!
Maybe this will teach you to disobey me, slut. I’m going to edge that dripping cunt until you swear you’re going to go insane… and then edge you even more. No, stop begging. It won’t do you any good. Here, I’ll help you with that. There we go – no one can hear you through my hand anyway, and those bolts holding you down make sure you can’t thrash about and draw attention. See what a merciful Master I am? Unless you like being exposed like a little whore. Hm? Did your pussy just get wetter!? Maybe you do want me to show you off like the dripping denial slut you are.
Now you just stay there outside the window and behave. With your wrists and ankles bound like that, you can’t touch your sopping cunt… or cover yourself. Everyone walking by will see what a nasty, dirty slut you are. Look at you, you’re getting wetter by the second. What a little exhibitionist; you never told me about that side of you. I may have to capitalize off of it. Now, you stay right there while I call those lovely Mistresses I lent you to and get something set up for you until they arrive. Make sure to smile anyone who sees you.
How’s that dildo feel? You like the way it fills you as it drills into your wet, horny cunt? I bet you do. Fucking slut. You sit there and enjoy that thing as it slides in and out of you. I coated it with numbing cream, so you won’t be able to cum, but at least you can remember what it feels like to have something pound your pussy while I wait for your ‘friends’ to arrive.
Well, at least you remember your manners when confronted with your Mistress. Eat her pussy well enough and maybe she’ll go easy on you… though I doubt it. I told her about how you misbehaved and allowed your pussy to soak my furniture. She thinks you should be placed on probationary chastity for a year to see if it improves your behavior. I’m inclined to agree with her. We might just hinge your performance on how well you eat her pussy. She’s been horny and wet thinking of all the ways to torture you, so getting her off should be a breeze – even blindfolded. But every time you take your hands off her ass, you have to give her one extra orgasm. No buts, slut. Start sucking her clit; eat that pussy like your orgasms depend on it… oh wait, they do.
Well, you did ok, I suppose. She was satisfied, but still wanted to punish you. I told her to go ahead, as you can see. You get to spend the next few hours licking and sucking her toes while she toys your desperate pussy with that Hitachi. You know better than to even think about cumming, so you better find a way to warn her if you’re close to the edge. You’re not allowed to stop until her feet are cleaned and worshiped to her satisfaction, so I’d do a good job if you don’t want your pussy vibed for longer than necessary.
Did I say your pussy wouldn’t be tortured anymore if you worshiped her feet properly? Of course not, Joanna. I said it wouldn’t be vibrated more than it needed to be. Silly slut, I never even once mentioned feathered. Although now, for complaining like a whiny slut, she gets to use the Hitachi again when she’s done. In the meantime, enjoy the tickly little feathers on your clit. I still haven’t decided whether or not you’ll spend a year in chastity or not, or whether I’ll stick with my original idea of edging you daily for six months.
God you scream loudly. Look, I’ll make this simple for you. If you cum, I’m locking you up and throwing away the key. She’s being merciful by whipping you when you get close. Instead of screaming for mercy–which she’s already giving you–why don’t you thank her after each strike? In fact, she’s going to give you fifty more edges and fifty more strikes, and you’re going to thank her for each one. Awww, is your pussy drooling? Do you want to cum? Well tough luck, Joanna. Suffer for us.
Alright Joanna. You’ve suffered beautifully, so we’ve decided on your sentence. You won’t have to spend a year in chastity, so breathe a bit easier. Instead, we’ve decided to split the difference. We’re going to keep your cunt locked up for nine months, and share you the whole time. You will receive fifty edges a day, which will be the only time you are unlocked, and you will be the pleasure pet for both her friends and mine. That must be pure excitement making you rock your hips like that, hm? I know, we’re too good to you. Now, you just stay there on your knees like a good little slut – our friends are on the way. Hopefully they have as much fun with you as we do. If not, you’ll be the one punished for it. Nine months was just the minimum.
No slut, you will hold it. I told you not to cum, and therefore you will not cum. I want to show our guests how well behaved you are. If you cum, it means your training has a long way to go. You’ve suffered for nine months in that infernal belt, and if you’re a good girl tonight, I’ll take a month off your sentence. Eleven months of denial instead of a full year… but if you cum, I’m ruining it and you go back in the belt for an extra year on top of whatever’s left of this sentence. That’s right, cunt. 15 months of denial. And for the first three months, you’ll be on strict no-touch except for the daily applications of arousal gel. So be a good girl, stop begging, and hold… your… orgasm…
This isn’t want you want. You want to cum. You want to fuck and explode, and to release your desire.
What you want is pleasure and connection. You want that feeling of satisfaction; to lay sprawling across the bed exhausted in smiling as the waves of your recent orgasm still wash over you.
You want a good fuck with a partner that matches you in their enthusiasm and pleasure where you both collapse in a sweaty satisfied mess.
But then there’s need.
What you need is to be owned. To be told to wait. To be prodded and poked and explored. To be commanded to “hold still” or to be made to confess the next set of needs; darker still.
You need to be instructed and forced. You need to be suspended over your orgasm without mercy while you beg for the release that is lying just out of reach.
If you get what you want without what you need it falls flat. It doesn’t satisfy, and doesn’t fill you; a cotton candy meal.
But, get what you need, and its a different story. To get what you need you’ll be willing to give up what you want won’t you? And that sacrifice makes it all the more intense, all the sweeter. To get what you need you can be made to surrender all that you want, and that form of sacrifice, is self actualization. The embracing of the animal self with dripping pussy and moaning mouth is the deconstruction of the demands of the word.
With it we will make art with lust and glistening wetness on a landscape of begging whispers. When you stand back and take in what we have made together it will be a masterwork. It will be you. It will be beautiful. It will be what you need.
Then, and only then, can we give you what you want.
She smiled at the sounds coming from her boyfriend who sat helplessly bound in a chair. Her playtime with him had begun over 90 minutes ago, and it had been thirty minutes ago when his desperate begging and pleading had finally come to an end. That though was not because she had mercifully offered him relief, but rather because his mind had become too far gone to form coherent thoughts.
Now, she was being treated to nothing but a symphony of sounds of utterly desperate male frustration. Weak whimpers…. agonized moans…. mindless babbling of sounds that may have been intended to be words…. but there was really no way to know.
She had been counting the times she’d brought his cock to the brink of explosion, only to abandon it to leave it to suffer in unfulfilled frustration. Somewhere in the 50’s though long ago she’d become so amused and distracted by his whimpering she’d lost count.
Oh well…..
Glancing up at her utterly dazed boyfriend, she purred, “Sweetie?…. baby?… can you hear me?” Gently, she tapped his heavy cum-filled balls to draw him out of his coma of sexual frustration.
She giggled at the struggle of his his glazed over eyes to focus, a babble of acknowledgement coming from him as he tried to block out his desperate need to cum long enough to listen.
“Remember when we started how I said I wanted to play until we hit 100 edges?” Then with a hint of a pout on her face and a sympathetic voice, “Well, I just realized I lost count a long time ago. I’m sorry sweetie but don’t worry, it’ll be ok. I don’t have anything else I need to do right now….. so we can try again.”
Taking his cock back in to her soft hand she began to once again slowly stroke, while in a soft sultry voice murmuring, “One…….” Glancing up once more she couldn’t help but smirk as she saw a tear of frustration begin to fall down his cheek.
Our relationship has really taken off over the last week since I’ve installed the Discussion Chair. Now, anytime you’re frustrated with something I’ve done, or cop the bratty attitude that’s part of your personal brand you know where to go. It took some direction at first but now you know the look that says,
“Strip and sit.”
A few rounds and 40 minutes to an hour being gently buzzed and suddenly whatever was bothering you you can’t seem to recall. Only cumming matters. Only stuffing my cock in you somewhere. Anywhere. It’s really taking our relationship to the next level. The only issue I see is you picking fights, just for an excuse to be strapped in. I see the twinkle of mischief in your eye when you do this but can’t help accommodate.
Good news. It has worked so well I’ve told my friend Steve about it. He wants one now for Jen. But he wants to see it in action. He’ll be over in about 20 minutes. Just enough time to get you nice and worked up to put on a good show.
I know that may make you nervous. Here, let me help by turning your chair up a little.
my corner 