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One woman is edged repeatedly by another until…
Jade Marx begs to stop cumming
This is post number one hundred (100)
Sophie fought it for as long as she could, but Connie was just too damn good. They’d been playing their monthly game of ‘denial wars’ for the last few hours. Five minutes between the other’s legs before they’d switch, using anything they could think of to make the other one cum, and so win the game.
As soon as she slipped over the edge Sophie just let herself enjoy it, knowing how Connie liked to play, it would be the last orgasm she’d have that month.
She’d failed to realise just how important winning that first match had been last year. Now she had a month of teasing, without release, while she had to service Connie with her mouth whenever asked. Of course Connie took full advantage, edging her mercilessly the day before ‘the game’ while she received countless orgasms in return and so started playing with a huge advantage.
Sophie wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to win now. She wasn’t sure if she ever wanted to.
Guess who had a torturous couple days. I wasn’t allowed to orgasm at all during that and not because Sir decided but because I suggested it.
Poor Emily…
Ever since talking to that hypnotist online, she just seems to lose 5 minutes each times she sits down in that wooden char. Just sitting down and letting her eyes droop shut for just a moment. So easy to do.
Then a few moments in her mind later she’s back awake, feeling strangely relaxed and energized, her fingers slightly sticky, but no memory of why.
That hypnotist was so nice to talk to – his words so relaxing as he just chatted away. He was so nice, helping her feel so much more comfortable in the hard wooden chair. It used to be so uncomfortable, but now it feels so nice after each time she sits in it… Too bad she also loses track of time every time she does.
His words were so wonderfully relaxing… So easy to follow as they guided her deeper and deeper into relaxation. Just sitting there in the chair, reading the words, following along as he guided her. That hard chair feeling more and more comfortable with every moment as he guided her deeper and deeper.
“Just relax and follow the words.”
“Just read and let yourself go.”
She just followed along and read, no longer even worrying about what the words said, just letting them guide her. Each and every word sliding deeply into her subconscious, no need to think about them at all.
“Follow my words”
“Feel the pleasure of my words”
Continuing to follow along, feeling so relaxed in the chair. Each and every word so powerful as she read, followed, enjoyed.
“Feel yourself getting aroused as you sit in your chair”
“Feel the pleasure building”
Each and every word guiding her further and further, taking more and more control as they slipped into her mind. Not a thought but the pleasure, no resistance to the words.
“This chair means pleasure for you”
“Feel the pleasure building”
More and more aroused as she sits in the chair, the words taking her deeper and deeper.
“You need to pleasure yourself in the chair”
“Feel your hands compelled to caress your body when you sit in the chair”
Still reading, following the words, her hands gliding over her body, more and more aroused as they caress, play, explore all of those sensitive areas.
“Each time you sit in this chair you will feel the pleasure”
“Each time you sit in this chair you will need to play”
More and more aroused, deeper and deeper into erotic hypnotic pleasure she slides.
“Every time you sit in this chair you will need to play”
“Every time you finish, you will forget that you played, feeling relaxed and energized”
She felt the words in her mind, driving her pleasure, pushing her further and further, compelling her play. She felt the words in her mind, causing her to forget when she finished, forgetting she came, just feeling relaxed and energized afterward.
“Cum for me now, forgetting afterward, feeling relaxed and energized”
“Cum for me now, forgetting afterward, feeling relaxed and energized”
Wake now, feeling so wonderfully relaxed and energized, no need to remember what happened. Each and every time you sit in the chair you’ll need to pleasure yourself again, forgetting as you finish, just feeling so relaxed and energized.
…………..
Emily was really looking forward to this evening – she had all of her girlfriends coming over to study history. Of course she’d take the wooden char – she always felt so relaxed and energized when she sat in it.
Lovely ending…
I love this. Tremendous idea.
can i please have this happen to me, for obvious reasons
Deprived of sight and deprived of even the most basic movements of her limbs, there was no getting away.
For months she had been kept in the dark, barely allowed to move in what she believed was a box. Her body cramped and sore, her only salvation was her infrequent releases.
Every once in a while she was led out of the box and immediately assaulted with a barrage of pleasure between her thighs.
Her sore, denied cunt hadn’t been relieved in all the time she’d been there.
Teased weekly, she had been kept on the edge, her hole dripping almost constantly. There was nowhere to rub or grind her clit on, nowhere to find pleasure other than in her captor’s hands.
She’d bite down into her captor’s leather-clad thumb, not in an attempt to escape, but in an attempt to cope with wave after wave of mind numbing pleasure.
Once she started to pant and thrust her hips, feeling the pressure rise behind her cunt, her captor would remove the vibrating device and lead her back into the box to be kept denied, begging and panting.
This was her life, her entire existence.
Nothing more than a tormented plaything.
The vibrator buzzed inside her of leaking cunt again, the timer used to perfection as it seemed to eternally keep her on the edge.
Her thoughts cloudy, her mind hazy, she could scarcely concentrate for more than a few seconds at a time.
Pleasure consumed her, controlled her, owned her.
“Moo for me, my cute little cow.” her Mistress commanded as she stroked her, playing with her udders that jingled with every passing of her hands.
Immediately doing as told, a lust filled, whimpering moo escaped her mouth.
With a giggle, her Mistress increased the intensity of the vibrator trapped between the cow’s messy, sticky thighs.
“Again, my pretty little bovine slave.” she ordered.
And again, the cow mooed. Her hips rocking, thrusting as the vibrations shuddered through her body.
Her cunt leaking, her legs shaking, she continued to moo without needing to be told to.
She’d be anything her Mistress wanted her to be.
Anything.
Just as the pressure behind her cunt began to reach its peak, the vibrator stopped and her Mistress stood up, ceasing all contact.
Left in the darkness, her needy hole unsatisfied and throbbing, she continued to moo, her hips bucking and thrusting at thin air.
“Maybe next time, cow.”
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