It felt like it had been at least an hour since you’d tied yourself down, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work- if only you knew he’d be working late, before you tied yourself down.
If only you hadn’t panicked to get out of your self bondage, and knocked the key off the bed in your hurry.
But now, the vibrator forcing you to cum for the fifth time, and you thought it’s only been an hour.
If only you knew it hadn’t even been 15 minutes since the timer turned the vibrator on.
– Owl.
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See the full video at House of Gord.comI think I need this.
In a public place.
Within touch of my spectators and assorted perverts.
It’s a wonderful fantasy!She could have went straight for forced orgasms, but even as it ends she presses the vibe to the side, intentionally missing…
Ah, the delightful Pepper K. and her plump little pussy are treated to some exquisite forced orgasm therapy. What could be better?
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Mmmmf!!! We need many, many more videos like this one! 🙂 She is such a good girl, keeping her knees wide the entire time for the camera and his entertainment!
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Ahh, I love doing this to you. I’m going to miss
it as much as you will.–
Sir?–
This is the last time you will edge, my pet.–
Ohhh…. What do you mean?–
You’ve been such a good girl and responded to
the suggestions in Cal’s Curse that you haven’t cum in an entire month of daily
edging like this.–
Yes, sir. Am I a good girl? Why wouldn’t you
want me to edge if I can’t cum anyway? I don’t understand.–
Oh, silly girl, don’t worry your pretty head
about it. Just know that it pleases me to deny you physical pleasure. This is
merely the next step.–
You won’t touch my clit at all, sir?–
No. When I stop this vibrator, your clit is
officially off limits. Ahh, I love it when you squirm like that!–
Sir, please… I need to have some stimulation! Even if just a little!–
No, pet. This is my decision, and it’s final.
Your clit is off limits. Now it’s time to take care of me, because you’ve
gotten me nice and hard. I’ll probably cum three or four times tonight, knowing
your days of clitoral stimulation are over. Isn’t that exciting?–
Yes… yes, sir…–
What do you say?–
Thank you, sir.–
Good girl. I’m so nice to you, aren’t I?
As his cock slid deep inside her after the 20th edge of the day, he could see the acceptance sinking into her exhausted body and broken mind…
Nothing was left after the first 15 but animal reflex and barely coherent single words silenced by the gag… Need… Want… Aches… Please… God…
And now, even these had ceased… Just mindless rolling of the hips and animal moans ripped to the surface…
That’s it, girl… Cock goes in… Mind goes out… All your thoughts and dreams… Even your lust and need… Leaking out of your traitorous, dripping little hole… This is what lies beyond desire… Beyond desperation… This is what you were born to be…
Remember
I know you’re close again, but it’s not time yet. No, you have a few more hours before the desire to cum becomes all-consuming. Until then, focus on your sensitive flesh being pleasured just the way you like. Back and forth, sending little bolts of energy from your clit up your spine. Keep your legs spread for me, your eyes on mine and your mouth open.
The first orgasm was beyond intense. Four solid weeks of hypnotic restriction, her body allowed to edge for an hour a day but never to cum, all unleashed in a glorious instant of pure, uninhibited bliss. She actually blacked out for a moment, and when she recovered her wits, she noticed that Kitten’s face was absolutely drenched with her juices.
The second orgasm was better. Not as intense–nothing could be that intense–but without that aching need driving her to climax, she was able to really enjoy the way Kitten’s tongue played across her clit. She could pay attention to the feel of the slippery flesh gliding over her nub again and again and ofuck again! She went a little hazy that time too.
The third orgasm was a slow, languorous experience. Kitten took delight in teasing her now, knowing that her pussy was sensitized by her previous releases. Kitten spent long moments just exhaling slow, whispering breaths right onto her clit until she moaned and her pussy drooled all over her thighs. She almost thought she might cum from that alone, but Kitten knew when she was close and drove her over the edge with a flurry of tiny tongue-strokes.
The fourth orgasm was too much. She was already feeling dizzy from the endorphin release, buzzed and cum-drunk from so many climaxes so close together. It was hard simply to keep her eyes open now, but Kitten didn’t stop. Kitten never stopped licking. And licking. And licking. The fourth orgasm was dragged out of her, and she couldn’t stop it.
The fifth orgasm left her panting, shaking, weak and trembling and slumped against the couch cushions. And still Kitten didn’t stop. Kitten couldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop Kitten. Neither one of them could fight their compulsions.
She looked across the room to where Mistress was watching them. “please Mistress,” she said in a trembling voice, “may i stop cumming now?”
“After only five?” Mistress replied. “No, I think you need to cum until you realize that restriction is nothing to complain about.” She smiled a devilish smile as Kitten started in on Orgasm Number Six.
Oh yes!!!
“You want to make Daddy happy, don’t you, little girl?”
“Yes.” She was sitting in his lap, her back to his chest. Her legs were draped over his thighs, held open and spread wide. Only the arm he had around her waist kept her from squirming. “I do, you know I do.”
“I know,” he said, and pressed a kiss behind her ear. “And that’s why you’re going to let Daddy touch you, isn’t it?”
“Daddy,” she said, wincing at the way the whine made her sound like a little girl. She hated this headspace, hated how all it took was a look and a few words from him to get her shy and blushing, unable to meet his eyes.
“But look at that,” he said, twisting one of her nipples idly between his fingers. “You’re already so wet it’s leaking through your panties.”
Okay. So maybe she liked it a little bit. Just a little. And maybe it had possibly been her idea, whispered to him in the middle of the night when the lights were off and she didn’t have to make eye contact. Just possibly.
“You’re such a naughty girl,” he said, his voice low and filthy enough to make her whimper. “Letting Daddy touch you like this. Soaking your panties for me.”
“I can’t help it,” she said, blushing fiercely. Logically, she knew that there was nothing to be ashamed of, that she enjoyed sex, that of course she was wet…
The less logical, much more fun part of her wanted to squirm and hide and apologise to him for being so wet it was beginning to drip down her thighs.
“Besides,” she said suddenly, bravery and brattiness taking over, “it’s your fault, anyway.”
“My fault?” he said. “My fault that I have a dirty little girl who can’t control her own pussy?” His hand was finally, finally drifting lower, sliding under the waistband of her panties. “That’s not Daddy’s fault, sweetheart.” He kissed her behind her ear again, his voice dropping to a whisper. “That’s just my slutty little girl.”
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