denied-and-dripping:

They made her watch.

That was the most unbearable part of the whole ordeal. The joint-wrenching bondage eventually gave way to a dull ache. Their relentless assault on her bared soles with everything from feathers to fingernails made her thrash and shriek, but she could survive it.

But being forced to watch her captor spreading her pussy lips apart so he could slowly dance a feather over her engorged clit? It was far too much. She thrashed and squirmed, begged and cried… But every day, like clockwork, he came in and began teasing her clit. Sometimes it was with a feather. Other times he used a pinpoint vibrator. Still others he spread her apart and slowly licked and sucked the little bud until she had tears pouring down her face.

But he never let her cum. Even as she bawled her eyes out for mercy, her sopping cunt dripping into her face, all he did was smile and pay her cheek before saying, quite simply, “Maybe tomorrow.”

That had been weeks ago. Her pussy had swollen and was constantly dripping. Her mind could barely fathom anything beyond her desperate need for an orgasm… And she was starting to think that “tomorrow” would never come…

…and therefore, neither would she.

denied-and-dripping:

From now on, your body and orgasms are MINE to control. I will limit you. Restrain you. Torment and edge you to the screaming brink… all so that you’re constantly vibrating with intense need and frustration. Why? Why not, slut? You’re mine to do with as I see fit. That’s my cunt between your legs. And if I say it never cums again, then it never cums again. Simple as that.

denied-and-dripping:

She had performed beautifully.

When she sucked his cock, at first it had repulsed her to have him spray his seed on her face. He told her it was how he marked his property. She called it disgusting. Her punishment was to be locked in the belt and assfucked like a cheap whore. She’d screamed and cried, begging him for mercy. Choking out apologies. His response had been to pull out, spin her around, and cum on her face again. 

That had been a year ago.

The first time he’d shared her with his friends, she had been horrified and shocked. She’d still been in the belt – her pussy untouched since that fateful day – and for a moment she had a perverse moment of delight. If she was shared, he’d be unlocking her… right? Instead, she’d been bent over an end table and assfucked again… but this time it was while someone else roughly fucked her mouth while holding her hair. 

She’d choked and gagged. Begged for mercy. Begged to have the belt taken off so she could cum. Instead, they all came on her face and across her back and ass. They covered her with several loads of cum before tying her to the table and leaving her there. Every now and then, someone would come over and fuck her mouth or ass again. As depraved as it was, it turned her on. Her pussy dripped through the belt at the stimulation.

That had been nine months ago.

Her first edging session had, at first, seemed like heaven. After so long in the belt, it was a relief to have it taken off for something other than a cleaning. But instead of mercy, she was strapped down to a table and edged until she was bawling her eyes out. Her pussy juices had made a puddle on the tabletop when he finally relented after hours and hours of torture. He’d run his hand through it and wiped it on her face before gagging her and taking her ass again. 

This became the norm. Three times a week – sometimes more – she was tied down and edged until her pussy seemed to swell and encompass her entire world. Nothing she did could take her mind off her burning need to cum. Even when he clamped her tits, or flogged her, it seemed to stoke that fire in her pussy even more. 

That had been six months ago.

She met his new mistress one night. At first, her mind reeled at the implications. But before she could think too much of it, he’d shoved her on the bed and tied her there. His new girl – a young teen named Kylie – rode her mouth for several hours and came gratuitously on her face. Her Master fucked her ass, and then fucked Kylie right above her. She screamed and begged for an orgasm. For anything. Instead, her Master shoved Kylie’s used panties in her mouth and tied them in with her leggings while he continued to fuck her. 

They slept next to their chaste, horny slave that night. Several times they awoke and fucked like bunnies next to her while she could only sob in tortured agony. Midway through the night, her Master had clamped her tits and hooked her up to an e-stim unit that shocked her randomly for the rest of the night. It had turned Kylie on so much to watch her scream that they’d ended up fucking over her face again.

That had been three months ago.

While she knelt on all fours and hungrily devoured Kylie’s pussy like the obedient, mindless fucktoy she’d become, her Master pulled her away and shoved her against the wall. Kylie played with her clit while she was brutally fucked against the wall like a two dollar whore. She was so grateful for the attention – the first time she’d been penetrated since he’d brought Kylie home – that she found herself on the edge. She started begging to cum, desperate. 

“If you cum, you’re going to be locked up for twice as long. Two years. No relief except edging sessions. You’ll serve me… and Kylie… and anyone else I bring in. Whenever. Wherever.”

She nodded, babbling incoherently. She’d do anything. Anything to tip over that edge. “YES!” she screamed at last. “FUCK! GOD, ANYTHING! JUST MAKE ME CUM!!”

“Then cum, slut. And accept your fate,” he growled in her ear. 

As soon as she tipped over the edge, a scream tearing at her throat, he pulled his cock roughly from her ass. The scream of pleasure turned into a wail of disbelief and misery as she collapsed to the ground, shrieking in tortured agony and pawing at the belt. Her pussy spasmed emptily inside the metal prison, leaking profusely as the ruined orgasm tore through her. 

Her Master laughed, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to look at him. “Two years, slut,” he said, shaking her roughly before he forced her tear-streaked face down onto his cock. “Enjoy them, whore. Because I’m going to enjoy making you suffer.”

As she gagged and choked on his cock though her tears, she caught sight of Kylie sitting in the chair behind him. Her legs were thrown over the arms and she was furiously rubbing her clit, the fingers of her other hand pounding in and out of her cunt as she jerked and twitched in a powerful orgasm. The slave sobbed mindlessly, her mouth reflexively sucking off her Master, even as she came to the realization that orgasms were a thing of the past to her. She would spend the next two years in a tortured haze of orgasm denial. 730 days of pure agony with no way out and no mercy.

That was two days ago.

onedeadpoet:

At first it starts as a partnership, both of us on a quest to tease your little clit to the edge.

Pause.

Then back as the urge subsides. But soon we reach the point where you’d normally make yourself cum. Your limit reached. That’s when your hand pulls away. Our partnership ended. It’s still what you want at this point, or at least what you can endure.

But soon, even that stage passes. And yet the edging continues. This is where I like to play. I sense the shift in your body, and your mind. You’re actively trying to cum. The urge to cum shifting from a want to a need.

And yet, the methodical circling of your clit continues. Only now I add my tongue. And start to probe inside your slick and swollen walls.

You become too squirmy. Restraints are needed.

Then we continue our dance. There’s no end in sight. I wait for you to give in and accept that. It won’t be long now.