I want to praise you and drown you in compliments and sweet, soft words while you’re gagged, tied up and blindfolded, and I keep making you cum forcefully by holding a vibrator between your already trembling legs.
I’d watch you squirm, and shake, and try to pull away after a few orgasms because it’s just too much but at the same time my voice and my gentle words make you want to be a very good kitten for your Mistress, so you struggle so much with yourself, not knowing how to react, being in a constant state of painful arousement, completely under my control.
And after I’m done with you, you’d just lay in my arms, so exhausted but so satisfied, while I continue with sweet words now accompanied by my fingers gently running through your hair and over your still heated skin – making you feel so loved and safe.
“You’ve been so perfect for me today, my princess”, I’d softly whisper in your ear, my voice filled with appreciation and endless love.
After half an hour of just keeping you in my arms, I’d prepare a hot bath, your favourite tea and sweets, and I’d take my time to wash you properly and spoil you with everything you need.
That’s what I want to do to my princess.
Tag: forced orgasm
“Room 14: The Playroom”
BDSM erotica, fictional characters over 18. Ageplay kink.
There was currently fourteen members in their club, which had formed out of mutual business interests. Gradually they realized they shared much more in common, chiefly, they had similar ideas of entertainment and sexual gratification.
It was Tony, one of the founding members of the club, who first voiced the proposal. In short order, all fourteen members backed Tony’s suggestion. They put in the funds to purchase a sizable townhouse in the city they frequented the most. After significant renovation and construction, the townhouse was completed. It had fourteen rooms, each designed and outfitted by one of the members.
Each room had a long-term occupant. An indentured slave, if you will, who would be installed in the room for a duration of time not exceeding two years. During their tenure, they would be solely immersed in their designated roles. This was so that if any member had a yen to visit a room, he or she would always find a slave there, upon which the member could visit their erotic fantasies without delay.
On this occasion, Timothy decided to visit The Playroom. It was located on the highest floor, in the attic.
His old friend Jacqueline was already there. She was forcing the beautiful slave, Aimee, to orgasm repeatedly, pressing a vibrator to the girl’s crotch with rapacious glee, not letting the vibrator slip from its place despite how Aimee thrashed in her bonds. Her wrists were bound with rope and hoisted over her head; more rope wound its way above and below her breasts. Jacqueline had decorated the girl’s nipples with wooden clothespins placed on the very ends of the delicate tips; these clothespins waggled and flapped frantically in the air as Aimee’s body jerked and heaved.
Aimee was gasping and squealing an endless, high-pitched string of “Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah”, a refrain enhanced by a third clothespin that pinched her impudent tongue.
“Naughty girl,” Jacqueline was chastising the slave. “Asking Mommy for an orgasm! Well, here, have another, greedy girl! Have all the orgasms you want, since you think you have the right to ask them of me!”
“Noooooooooahhhh,” Aimee wailed, her eyes wild. “Pleeeease, M-mommy! Please, no! No more!”
“No? Surely not, greedy, naughty girl! Bad Aimee,” Jacqueline said, forcing the vibrator even tighter up between Aimee’s pussy lips, grinding it into the girl’s clit. “Bad Aimee!”
“Noooommahhhh,” Aimee sobbed, dancing and swaying in place. Her bound wrists pulled frantically at the rope. “Pleweease, Mommy! No more, no more!”
“No more orgasms? Is that what you’re telling me, Aimee?”
“Yes. No. No more,” Aimee shook her head desperately.
“Who gets to decide if Aimee comes?”
“Youu do! Mommy decides!”
“Does little Aimee get to ask for permission to come?”
“No! No, Mommy!”
“That’s right,” Jacqueline purred with a vicious smile. Finally, she eased the vibrator away, letting Aimee sag limply from her wrists, though her slender body still twitched.
“Ah, Timothy,” Jacqueline said, noticing her old friend at last. “Welcome. Come to play with Aimee today?”
“Yes,” he replied. He was very hard from having watched this delightful scene. “She is learning to suck my cock as I like.”
“I think you’ll find her very obedient today,” Jacqueline responded, and reached up to give Aimee’s pussy a nice, firm pat, which made the girl jerk and moan.
We’re going to take turns making you cum, making you more sensitive with each orgasm we wring out of you, using that to propel you to the next, and when it becomes too much for you and you start begging and doing your best to hold back because you don’t think you can take another, the fact that you don’t have a choice, the fact that it will be too much, the fact that any ability to resist crumbles a little more with each orgasm, that will all just make you cum harder, won’t it?
Video clip: Inescapable (1:08)
See the full video at Reflective DesireOrgasms were the harshest punishment at the Facility. For one thing, they always came in multiples, many more than the girl ever thought she could endure.
For another, they were always accompanied by various forms of discomfort, depending on the transgression. It was hard to tell from the outside just what kind of hell the girl inside the rubber suit was experiencing as orgasm after orgasm was ripped from her tormented body.
Sometimes it was simply a very large butt plug, or breath restriction. Sometimes the suit was covered in itch powder before she was locked into it, or lined with nettles.
Sometimes it was a combination of all of the above.
By the end of their training, all Facility girls would do anything to not hear the phrase “you will cum”.
The Facility methods always worked.
I don’t often let her cum, but when I do, I make sure she still knows the hole between her legs and the pleasure that comes from it belongs to me.
Orgasm after orgasm will rip through her body, at first pleasurable but rapidly becoming a torment worse than the frustration of denial.
She’ll moan and plead and scream and sob and I’ll pretend I have no idea what she’s talking about because, well, that damn ballgag is just making it impossible to quite understand what you’re saying, but you asked to cum before – in fact, I distinctly remember you begging for it– so I’ll just assume that’s what you still want, sweetheart.
See you in a few hours.
Feeling a deep, intense and forced orgasm!
Gods this is awesome
!!! This reminds me of a very hot scene late in a story on literotica.com called Just Say No, that @beggingforpermission told me to read. 🙂
“You’ve been locked for a while now, maybe I should give you some more release. Heads or tails?” asked Master.
“Heads, Sir,” I replied.
“Looks like today is your lucky day”
Master had me unlock my cage. I had prepared my bed today for a bondage session to Master’s specifications. I was to lie down, spread-eagle(-ish) for 90 to 120 minutes. My arms and legs were fastened, as well as crotch harness on me.
I had the hush plug up my ass (it’s still kind of working right now), and the vibrating wand taped to my cock permanently on a medium setting.
I came 10 minutes in.
“I wonder how many more times you’ll cum before the time is up”
I whimpered.
(FYI, I came a second time 30 minutes in, after that it was torture).
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Master has decided to keep me unlocked for a while. I must edge each day for 10 minutes and then ask him for permission to come. The Holytrainer caused another rash, so I need some time to heal and figure out what I’m going to do for chastity. I don’t think I’m compatible with that cage.
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