“Like this ma’am?”
“Yes, are you almost there?”
“Yes, ma’am, may I cum? Please?”
Smiling, the woman took out a quarter and flipped it into the air. The girl’s eyes watched the coil tumble end over end, hopefully.
The woman caught it and looked at it.
“Sorry, pet. Not this week.”
You’re getting a little too close. It’s time to back out and let you calm down. Of course our “breaks” mean I get to make your clit throb while you play with your nipples.
There’s something about the idea of being inspected that makes me squirm in that distressing, uncomfortable, lovely, perfect way.
I’ve never had one, but I’ve been turned on by every inspection I’ve read about.
The thought of laying perfectly still in complete quiet while someone examines every part of you is an arousing mix of clinical and objectifying that I really couldn’t deny the appeal of if I tried.
What would you be looking for? What would you inspect? When are you just going to stop torturing me and use me already?
I’d feel like an object. I’d have trouble sitting so still and so quietly while someone looked at me so closely, making me feel so uncomfortable.
Pointing out how wet it made me while I tried my hardest to prove the way you were treating me did anything but.
Ooooh, I’ll have to look through your medical tag later, takeitlikeagoodgirl. Feel free to look at mine. Also, have you seen Crazy Lil Artist’s “Home Decor” story???
The door opens and the team of nurses strolls in, pushing their cart of tools ahead of them. I try to squirm away a little bit in the bed, starting up my usual routine of pleading for a rest from the cleanings for a day.
“Now,” the head nurse says patronizingly, “we’ve been over this many times before, and I tell you the same thing every time. If we were to neglect your cleanings, we would be going against our oath by neglecting your health. You wouldn’t want us to do that, now would you?” The other nurses, completely unfazed by my pleas, proceed to hold me down and inject the muscle relaxants into my arms and legs. I feel the chemicals quickly go to work, rendering my limbs useless.
“Really! I’m fine! I’m still clean from last night! You finished only four hours ago!” I try again, working to keep the desperation out of my voice. The nurses, who are just starting to unbuckle my straightjacket, suddenly stop, looking at one another and the head nurse. Taking a silent cue, they then hold my upper body down against the bed, grip the spreader bar between my thighs and firmly bring my knees up towards my head, pinning me down. Bent in half, I’m left staring directly at my swollen pussy, covered in and glistening with my own juices. I’m so close I can feel my own warm breath puffing out, stimulating myself more…I can smell my arousal, and I’m sure they all can, too… I blush brightly and stop my protests. …
After doing the denial december challenge, her husband rewarded her by giving her forced orgasm january.
Everyday in january, she will receive countless orgasms. Today is day 1 and he gave her a big surprise… a Sybian machine, after only 1hour she would like to go back to denial december!
Mmmm. Very nice, teasingfun! 🙂
Note to others: For pages and pages about Denial December, click here (or here for oldest-first).
“You can really cum just from your g-spot alone?”
“Yeah, you wanna try it? I’ll show you how to do it.”
“Ahh, yeah, I do.”
When he was sure he had it right, he really got into it. Soon she was writhing, flush, and beginning to sweat profusely. He noticed immediately that she slowly begins to hold her breath when she’s about to cum. Using this tell he’s been able bring her right up to the edge about 10 times in a row.
Really, at this point she’s just quivering jelly thinking more, more, just a little more, “please.“
“Please what?”
“Don’t stop, uh … uh, don’t stop …”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, don’t stop when I get there, uh, this time. Almost there!”
“OK, I won’t.”
“Uh, I’m cu… cumming.”
He slowed down quite a bit and pinched her nipple, sucking on her ear…
“Noo!! Ugh, I was there.”
“I know.“ He laughed.
“I’m going to get you for this!”
“Promise?”
“Yeah, uh, only I’m going to tie you up and, uh… Oh, don’t stop this time, ok? I really need to cum now… uh. please? Please!? Uh.“
A few light, teasing licks to bring you slowly closer to the edge. Quick to the brink, then slow to hold you there, rewarded by a full, flat tongue slowly trailing from ass to clit…that should give you plenty of time to back just far enough away from the edge to begin again.
*flick*
Passing you in the office, making sure you’re staying nice and wet for me. Sure you’re technically my boss but we know who’s in control of this, don’t we, pet?
Your morning ritual is my favorite way to start the day. Have I told you lately I love how you wake up and immediately pull down your panties? I do. I love even more you wake up wet in anticipation (or is that from last night?).
A few more minutes…until I have you writhing and craving my cock…then we go down and join your parents for supper. No panties, either. I plan to continue as you make small talk. I need something to keep me interested through dinner. That something is you.
Don’t cum…
Five more seconds…
Don’t you do it. You do not have permission.
And…
STOP.
No, that doesn’t mean I’m not going to stop fucking you. You just get a break from rubbing that little clit. You’re not going to cum, are you? No. Good girl.
Are you ready?
Yes, it’s almost time for you to stroke that clit again. I know you’re close, baby. But that’s what makes it fun.
Ten more seconds. Better start licking those fingers. Here, let me.
Five…
Four…
Three…
Two…
One.
Begin.
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