The vibrator just keeps buzzing as Master plays with her body.
I warned you, toy. Cumming early won’t mean you’ll be released any sooner. You should have held back longer.
She was spread out on the bed, legs wide, which is the way I like her. I was comfy with my head between her thighs and one arm around her hip, lapping at her soft folds. Call me vanilla, but sometimes I just like to spend some quality time with a tasty cunt. Some me-time, where I can forget about distractions and just enjoy the pleasure of flesh. The way it slips and slides under my tongue, the warmth and slickness, the tempting softness against my teeth.
Today there was a distraction, though. When my tongue traced its way up her slit and under the hood and bathed her clit, she made an ‘eep’ noise and scooted her hips up a bit.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I don’t know… it’s just super sensitive today.”
“Oh good!” I said, and jumped up to go to the bathroom and fetch the finest invention in handheld technology known to man, the Braun Oral-B Deep Sweep 5000 Clittybrush. It even comes with multiple detachable heads, so you can have one for each clit you own, safe sex is important. I found the one with her initial written on the side. (There are so many more uses for marker pens than just writing on girls, you’d be amazed.)
When I came back, she had clenched her thighs together, with her hands cupped protectively over her vulva between them. I shook my head. She knew better than that. I unceremoniously grabbed one of her ankles and dragged it to the side of the bed and clipped it there. (She always wears wrist and ankle cuffs around the house, it’s very convenient.) Then I did the same with her other ankle. I didn’t need much strength; she knew what was up. Her resistance was mostly symbolic, to show me just how much she dreaded what would come next. I appreciated the gesture.
I sat on the bed between her spread legs, holding the brush. Her hands were still there. I pointedly looked at her hands, then at her face. “Move them,” I said. She did; she shakily pulled them up and crossed them over the top of her tummy. She didn’t look very confident about it, though. I decided to give her something to do. “Pull your cunt up. Show me the clitty.”
She reached down and placed her fingers firmly on her mound, just above the cunt lips, then pulled up toward her belly. The effect was striking. It pulled her inner lips out prominently and pulled up the clit hood, leaving the sensitive little nub exposed and vulnerable. She’s had a lot of practice at this pose.
I turned on the clitty brush. Its buzzing noise—almost a screeching, it’s that fast—filled the room. I used my other hand to stroke her inner lips, then rub around her hole to check how wet she was. Wow. No need to take it easy on her, I guess. I spread her slit a bit, then brought the head of the brush down to collect some of her juices. Whoever made girls self-lubricating deserves an award.
With the now-glistening brush in hand, I turned it on “high”. Her clit being far more sensitive than usual, I wanted to make the most of it. I gently lowered the brush head until it was hovering just a hairs-breadth above that swollen little nugget.
She mewled and shifted her hips, instinctively moving her clit away from that menacing brush. I followed her every move, though, staying just above the target no matter where she went. Her range of movement was pretty limited by having her ankles tied down and having to keep her hands steady (good girl). Normally I would have punished her for such avoidance, but I was having a lot of fun with the chase and besides, what could I do that would be worse than what I was planning already? (The sadist’s lament)
After a few minutes I got tired of that game, though, and I firmly pressed the brush down. The effect was amazing! She screeched and bucked and tossed her head side to side, her mind in instant overload. Her hands flew out to her sides to grab the bed, losing the grip on her cunt, but I had the brush firmly in place and managed to follow her wild gyrations. This brush is excellent, by the way. Its 3-D action oscillates, rotates and pulsates, and I’m sure she felt every bit of it.
There followed a slightly calmer time when she was just trembling and gasping and writhing. Whenever she seemed to get too used to the sensations I moved the brush a bit, figuring that the spot I was brushing was probably getting a bit numb. By the time I was making slow circles around the shaft of her clit she had gotten enough breath back to start begging for mercy, which is always nice.
Another nice feature of this brush is that it gives a warning pulse at the two minute mark. Since I usually wait for those before stopping, the pulse is exciting for her: she knows that either I’ll stop, or she’s in for another two minutes of total clit overload. Quite often, even if I was thinking of stopping, the thought of her despair when the pulse ends and the torture continues inspires me to go another round.
This time, perhaps because she’d been so sensitive to start with, we went eight rounds of super mechanized fun. Three more than our previous longest! The girl lay exhausted, drenched in sweat, her voice hoarse from screaming and begging. Her legs were trembling and I could see her cunt still twitching wetly with aftershocks. I’m sure her clit felt like fireworks, all sparkly and numb and buzzed out.
I took out a condom and rolled it down. What better than a long, slow fuck to celebrate?
Hmmm… Perhaps I’ll look into this brush.
I find it so interesting that you you told me “It takes me a long time to cum” when we first talked. As I always do, I just listened. You told me by yourself you can cum sometimes in 3-4 minutes, but with a guy it takes much longer if you cum at all. You told me all these things about yourself that you were so sure of.
Then when we started and I pulled out a vibrator, you responded right away, “That won’t help, I’ve tried it before.” A conviction without even a trial.
I smiled.
“You don’t have to worry about deciding what will or won’t work. You don’t have to worry about performing, or succeeding or failing. All you have to worry about is following what I tell you. Take off your shorts and your panties.”
You look a little surprised that I switched gears so quickly. “Look, I don’t just get turned on like this…”
“WAS I UNCLEAR?” My voice had changed tones…again you looked surprised and began to answer, “No, I just…”
“Good. I can leave now. We don’t have to do this. I won’t ask again. I will assume the next action you do or don’t take is your answer. Take off your shorts and your panties.”
This time you were quiet and did as you were told.
“Now, kneel on the floor,” I said pointing to a place on the carpet next to me. You knelt.
I had you fold your hands behind your head. I had you hold good posture for me. I had you spread your legs. All little directions. All specific. I got no more questions from you.
“I know you like to be in control. I know you like to find little ways to fight and struggle. I know you like to test. Those won’t work with me.”
I switched on the vibrator on high. “Don’t move.” I held the tip of the vibrator against your clit. I didn’t move it.
“I also know that a good girl wouldn’t let a near stranger do this to her. A good girl wouldn’t tell me the story of her sex life, nor would she let me order her around.”
My voice seemed like it wasn’t attached to me.
“You feel that vibrator on your clit?”
You nodded.
“Its buzzing away and you can’t stop it. You can’t speed it up or slow it down. If you want to continue, which I know you do, you just have to hold still.”
You were wet now. Your eyes blinked and you breathed evenly only with effort. “Is this beginning to turn you on?” You nodded. “You know what type of girl lets an older man she barely knows do this to her? Do you know what this makes you?”
You paused. It was almost like words weren’t allowed but I hadn’t said you couldn’t speak. You shook your head looking confused.
“Keep holding still. That makes you a little slut.” On the word slut I rubbed the vibe in little circles on your clit then stopped. The mix of pleasure, and objection on your face was priceless. “Don’t move.” “Don’t speak my little slut.” I rubbed it in circles again on your clit on the word.
”Now, tell me…say what you are for me.” You paused and I pulled the vibrator away. Using the flat of my hand I gave you a hard swat on your pussy that made you loose your balance a little and began holding the vibe on your clit again right away while it still tingled.
“Tell me what you are.” Again the pause and this time I spanked you 3 times. “Who’d let themselves be treated like this? Would a slut do this?”
“Yes!” sprung from your lips while I was still rubbing your clit with the vibe. I stopped. “Then tell me what you are.”
“I’m a slut!” And I rubbed your clit even further.
Again I asked, and again you answered “A slut.” I rubbed your clit, and your squirming made me pull the vibe away. I spanked you again. “Hold still…What are you?”
“A SLUT!” I rubbed fast and firm on your clit.
We both could feel your orgasm coming. I pulled the vibrator away, tangled my fingers in your hair and pulled you over backwards across my lap. My free hand I used to hold and slowly…painfully slowly rub your clit.
“It takes you a long time to cum because you like to be in control.” I twisted my finger just inside your pussy. “You don’t want to be a slut and want to be difficult. You don’t want to be easy and out of control.” You moaned again as I rocked my finger against your clit. Isn’t that right my little slut…
“I’m going to cum.” …I pulled my hand away.
“Who said you got to do anything slut?” I said as my hand came down 5 times firm on your pussy, making you gasp with each strike.
“You’re not in control any-more…”
Yes!
She lay there helplessly, she was so weary from the entire day of being edged, teased, denied. He’d carried her to the bed an hour ago, and slowly undressed her, taking the massage oil and rubbing it into her entire, aching body.
But slowly, he’d focused his efforts, his fingers lingering more and more between her legs, slipping in and out of her in a way that made her want to sob with desire. And then, just her clit, nothing but that now, twenty minutes of masturbating her so far, and he showed no inclination of stopping.
How did he know, just when to slow down? Or to pinch harder to stop the edge slipping over. She didn’t care anymore, nothing mattered, nothing existed, apart from that desperate unmet need, the ache, and his fingers.
Very nice!
I want to go faster, give you the orgasm you crave…but watching the desperation in your eyes, feeling your clit spasm under my fingers when they brush the edges of it…hearing your moans getting increasingly more insistent…it all only makes me want to torment you more.
Maybe I’ll go a little slower now…
teasingdenialandruinedorgasms:
This is going to be torture for you after a while….
I love how this is so simple, yet drives you insane. There are other, more intense, more involved ways of teasing you, but this one will do, today. For the other techniques… and permission to cum… you’ll just have to wait.
Care to guess which is going to happen first, toy?
That’s right, she has permission to cum as many time as she likes.
However, you do not, but I’ll still play with you.
I’ll take you to the edge over and over again while you watch her.
When she is finally exhausted I will allow you to lick her clean,
and then you will be locked up for the night,
in a way that will ensure you don’t go playing with yourself without permission.
Who says that punishments have to be painful or humiliating?
“Punishment”?
Not yet, slut.
Are you suuuure you want me to leave it there for a nice long while? >:-}
That’s a good girl; just keep stroking until you get so very close, until your clit shudders with pre-orgasmic anticipation and your pussy tries clamping down on an imaginary cock–then stop. Just until your muscles relax. Then back at it, at a slow, even pace.
Where does your mind take you? Are you fantasizing about two pairs of hands exploring you? Another woman’s tongue lapping at your clit perhaps? Your lips wrapped tightly around a fat cock, licking and sucking as you pull groans from his throat? Or simply the pleasure of each glide over your clit and the knowledge that nothing has ever felt so good…so right…and you just want to experience more and more. Tell me, beautiful. Tell me and I may let you cum tonight. But you cannot stop playing as you do.
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