femsubdenial:

Thanks to mermaidmickey@FetLife for writing this hot story and granting permission for me to bring it to Tumblr! She also gave me permission to post a companion piece that uses this story to examine & explain orgasm denial. I’ll repeat the link at the end of this story so you don’t have to scroll back up to get to it.

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She looked so sweet, curled up naked and asleep on her oversized pillow on the floor next to our bed. She wore her long, wavy hair a dark turquoise color, and from the waist down, she was covered in a blue, purple, aqua, and green mermaid scale tattoo. Framed against the deep purple of the pillow, she looked like a work of art. I almost hated to wake her and disturb such perfection.

I crouched down next to her and gently stroked her head. “Pet, wake up,” I whispered.

She stirred slightly, curling her knees in a bit closer and making the ankle chain that attached her to the bed jingle softly.

I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. “Pet, wake up,” I said again, a bit louder. “Master will be coming upstairs in 10 minutes, and he wants me ready.”

A smile curled the corners of her mouth, and her eyes fluttered open. “Mmmm, yes, Mistress. Thank you for letting me sleep so long.”

“You’re welcome, pet,” I replied while stroking her head again. Her hair was so soft; I loved touching it.

She stretched, arching her back and pushing out her small breasts. I’d always had heavy, pendulous breasts, even when I was her age. I’d come to love them for their own merits, but I still couldn’t help but admire how beautiful hers were. They were so lusciously round, and her hard little nipples were perfectly adorned by two silver rings.

Temptation overcame me, and I leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, tugging at the ring a bit with my teeth. She giggled. “That will certainly help wake me up!”

I pulled back just enough that I could look her in the eye with the ring still grasped in my teeth and grinned at her. The energy in the room felt so good already. I had no doubt this was going to be a wonderful night.

Giving one last suck and then letting go of the ring, I smiled and said, “Alright, up now.” I rose and offered her a hand to help her up. I stood a very average 5’5", but she was so tiny that she could nestle her head right under my chin – which she did, then placing her arms around my waist and kissing my collarbone.

My body began to respond instantly. The joke was that it was her job to make sure I was sufficiently wet and ready for Master when he came to bed, but that had never actually been a problem. My body was always ready for him and always had been. The truth of the matter is that she was simply fun for both of us – our sweet little fuck toy, our pet.

She removed her arms from around my waist and began lightly stroking my torso, running the tips of her fingers up and down my sides. I sighed, placed my hand under her chin, and lifted it up to kiss her. No matter how many times I kissed her, I didn’t think I would ever get over how soft her lips were.

We stayed locked together like that for a minute or so until finally I pulled her onto the bed. Master would be upstairs in 5 more minutes, so we needed to begin preparing more in earnest.

The time for words had passed, and I could already smell the traces of her own arousal as I laid back, spread my legs, and then pushed her head down in between them. She offered no resistance as she assumed one of her favorite positions: on all fours with her face in my pussy.

Her tongue and those silky soft lips began exploring every part of my cunt, inside and out. I began to moan softly as she worked her magic.

After a time, I heard the door open. She knew better than to stop what she was doing, but as only the recipient at the moment, I had the luxury of looking into the doorway to see him standing there. The man I served. The man I loved.

“Hello, Master,” I said, my voice already taking on the slow, honeyed tones of pleasure.

He continued standing there for a moment, silently watching us. “The two of you do make a lovely picture,” he said finally, as a smile spread across his face and he walked over to the bed.

Pet continued licking and sucking obediently as he spoke to me. “You know you aren’t going to be allowed to come tonight, right?”

A smile to match his own lit my face, as my eyes, which were already beginning to get heavy from floatiness, gazed into his. “Yes, Master, I know. Thank you for denying me,” I murmured.

“You’re welcome. In fact -” he paused, thinking for a moment. “Yes. In fact, I think I’m not going to fuck you at all tonight either.”

My smile grew even brighter. As much as I loved his cock, I also loved the exquisite torture of being denied it. I loved watching him fuck pet with the sure knowledge that my pussy would remain unfucked. I loved the ache of emptiness and how my swollen pussy would twitch in need.

I loved all of it because I loved suffering for him. And I loved suffering for him because he loved my suffering. Nothing was more important to me than his pleasure. It was the only thing that mattered to me. His pleasure was my pleasure.

“What a smile! Good lord, girl. You’re even greedy in your denial,” he said with a chuckle, the grin on his face growing broader as he removed his clothes. My eyes drank him in eagerly, especially once his already hard cock sprang free.

Seeing the glint in my eye, he said, “Would you like my cock in your mouth, girl?” I nodded fervently. Perhaps a bit too fervently.

“Is that so?” His eyes hardened a bit and his tone grew very serious. “Then beg for it, slut.”

“Oh, Master, please let me taste your cock. My only purpose is to give you pleasure. Please, please let me serve you with my mouth and my tongue. Let me serve my purpose. Let me please you. Please, Master, please!”

Apparently, my efforts were sufficient, because in the blink of an eye, his hand was in my hair, pulling it tightly and using it to turn my face toward him, then ramming his cock down my throat. I groaned happily.

For the next several minutes, he set a brutal pace, fucking my mouth deeply and rapidly. Pet seemed to feed off of our energy, and she ate my pussy with growing intensity, her own little growls and moans added to the symphonic mix Master and I were composing.

Finally, he pulled out of my mouth, but his grip on my hair only tightened as he pulled my head up off of the bed a few inches and placed his face so close to mine that we were nearly nose-to-nose. The gentle, bemused Master of a few minutes ago was gone, replaced by the fiery ravenous beast I loved just as much.

“I’m going to fuck pet now, slut. Not you. Only pet’s cunt will feel my cock tonight. Do you understand?”

I nodded as best I could with how tightly he was holding my hair. “Yes, Master.”

“Good. Don’t forget it. I want you to feel every moment of your emptiness.”

He climbed onto the bed behind her and, in one smooth motion, plunged his cock into pet’s wet pussy. My own empty pussy ached with the desire to be filled.

“Very nice, pet. You seem to have done a good job of also getting yourself ready while getting your Mistress ready. You’re ready to be fucked – and she’s ready to be denied.”

Hands on her hips, pulling her tiny body into him, he began fucking pet slowly, but hard and deep. With each of his thrusts, he drove pet’s face harder in between my legs. It was like being fucked by proxy. I placed my hand on her head, pressing her into me further and began to grind my pelvis into her face.

My eyes reflexively closed as my pleasure mounted, but that didn’t last long, as a sharp slap to my cheek made them fly back open.

“No, you don’t, slut. Keep those eyes wide open, focused on me. I want you to watch me fuck our little pet.”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“No, it won’t,” he said as he continued driving into pet, and the moans and whimpers from between my legs increased. “Because this is what you live for. Seeing my pleasure while you suffer, unfilled and forbidden to come. It’s the air you breathe, isn’t it?”

I nodded, my eyes locked with his.

“Don’t just nod, slut. Answer me! You need this, don’t you?”

“Oh, fuck, yes, Master. YES! I do need it. The more I suffer for you, the better. I love suffering for you, Master.”

“That’s right, girl. And I’m going to make sure you suffer well tonight,” he said, as he began fucking pet even faster and harder.

Her own climax was nearing, and it caused her licking and sucking to become absolutely frenzied. She never stopped, but when she would take a breath, I could hear muffled begging. “Please, Sir!”

“Not yet, pet. Your Mistress needs to suffer more first.”

The sound of his voice, the rhythm of his thrusts, and the frantic nature of pet’s licks and whimpers and moans all had me on the razor’s edge.

“Oh god, Master. Fuck. Fuck! I can’t…I can’t…oh fuck, please!” As much as I loved being denied, this was too much. I didn’t think I could stop myself.

“Don’t you dare fucking come, slut!”

I writhed and bucked and squirmed, instinctively trying to pull myself away from the overwhelming sensation, but there was no place to go. Finally remembering my training, I clenched the sheets in my fists and did my best to relax the rest of my body and slow my breathing. Even though I knew now from long experience that fighting only made it worse, the amount of effort it took to stop fighting and relax felt nearly impossible this time.

But after an intense struggle, I succeeded, and I began to feel the energy simply flow through me. My body began to feel as if it were literally floating, and the world around us just dropped away. All that remained was Master, pet, and me, locked in ecstasy.

Time seemed to stand still, and I have no idea how long I remained in my rapturous state. But eventually, as if from a great distance, I could hear Master’s voice saying, “Come, pet. NOW,” then her cries as her orgasm tore through her, and finally his massive groan upon his own release.

Their sounds began pulling me back down to earth, and I felt pet’s tongue vividly on me again, no longer buffered by the fog I had been floating in. She seemed even more relentless than before, as her climax wracked her body.

As I came crashing back to hard reality, my need to orgasm roared back even stronger. My pussy was on fire, aching with the urgent need for release. “Oh, god, please. Please. Please stop. Please, I can’t…I can’t….I can’t…” I sobbed.

At the very moment that I was certain I couldn’t take another millisecond, she suddenly stopped. I had closed my eyes again without realizing it, and when I opened them, I saw that Master had physically pulled pet back off of me. The two of them fell back onto the pillows.

I laid on the opposite end of the bed, heaving. I couldn’t believe how close I had come to failing. It had been YEARS since I’d had an orgasm without permission. I thought I had conquered that, but I had nearly failed. Only his pulling her off of me had stopped me. I was devastated.

Master saw the distraught look on my face and beckoned to me. “Come here, girl. Come lie with us.” I crawled up the bed and snuggled into his free arm. He kissed my head.

“Good girl. You were really close, weren’t you?”

“Yes, Master, I was,” I said, and my voice caught. A tear leaked out of the corner of my eye. I was so disappointed in myself.

“What on earth are you crying for?”

“Because I was so close, Master. I almost failed. I – ”

“Stop that right now,” he said sternly, turning my head to look him in the eye. “There is no such thing as an almost failure. You did NOT fail, and therefore, you succeeded. And amazingly so. I could see how far gone you were, but you pulled yourself back. I’m proud of you.”

Oh, those magical words. My body filled with warmth at the sound of them, and my tears stopped immediately. “Really, Master?”

“Yes, really, girl. I’m very proud of you.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“You’re welcome, little one,” he said as he kissed the top of my head. “Now clean pet up, and then I’ll let you clean me up, too.”

Impulsively, I kissed him on the cheek and then crawled down to take my turn between pet’s legs.

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Click here to read the companion piece that uses this story to examine/explain orgasm denial.