
“How long do you think she’ll last, folks?! I hope this physical challenge doesn’t take too much out of our itty-bitty-widdle-contestant, because we’ve got a lot in store!”
so, denial/forced orgasm/tickling/humiliation-based game show,

“How long do you think she’ll last, folks?! I hope this physical challenge doesn’t take too much out of our itty-bitty-widdle-contestant, because we’ve got a lot in store!”
so, denial/forced orgasm/tickling/humiliation-based game show,
At the beginning her pussy is being fingered. Then, a dildo and powerful vibrator makes her cum hard. And the best is at the end – post-orgasm stimulation of very sensitive clitoris. Sounds like a plan to me!


So drippy.
Her thighs tremble and her breath comes in gasps. Her skin is slick with sweat; it gathers at her neck and her shoulders, drips down her breasts. She’s whimpering, little hurt noises she can’t seem to stop. Her ruffled white socks itch around her ankles.
He’s going to make her come again.
His hand on her thigh steadies and holds her in place at the same time. Two fingers in her ass—he’s thrusting them faster now. He’s not even touching her clit any more. He was earlier, two—three?—orgasms ago. But she can still feel the pressure building up, up and up and up, and she pulls against it, away from it, but his hands are big, God, they’re big, and he’s not letting her get an inch, and he’s talking, telling her she’s Daddy’s filthy little girl, his fingers move impossibly faster—
With a punched-out groan, she’s coming. She drips all over his hand, all over her thighs. He lets her collapse, finally, her face pressed against the cool wood of the counter he hitched her up onto.
He keeps his fingers in her ass. “That’s six,” he says. “Shall we try for seven?”
She shakes her head, no, and he presses two fingers to her clit. “Seven it is,” he says.
Warning, she gets LOUD.

The first orgasm she finally gets from you should be the best she’d ever had. The second should be even better. And when she’s begging to stop, know that an evil grin and a “No” will be a moment she’ll think about every time she begs to cum during the next denial period.
If you asked Sweetpea how long I left her like this, she probably couldn’t tell you. Keeping track of time is hard when sensation blindly flails against your cunt.
(starring thefloralfemme)
*melt*
F O R C E D !!!!
It felt like it had been at least an hour since you’d tied yourself down, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work- if only you knew he’d be working late, before you tied yourself down.
If only you hadn’t panicked to get out of your self bondage, and knocked the key off the bed in your hurry.
But now, the vibrator forcing you to cum for the fifth time, and you thought it’s only been an hour.
If only you knew it hadn’t even been 15 minutes since the timer turned the vibrator on.
– Owl.