Sir spreads my legs roughly and inspects her pussy. Probing it thoroughly, taking her time.
“I’ve decided to change the inspection procedure toy” she informs me “From now on, if you are not wet enough you will receive a ruined orgasm rather than an edging session. If you can’t stay wet enough in between teasing sessions to satisfy me, we clearly haven’t built up your desperation enough yet, and you will require regular ruins until the situation is rectified.”
I gasp audibly. Ruins make me so desperate and I feel myself get even wetter at the thought of the torment as Sir’s fingers continue to probe me.
“Of course,” Sir continued “That is a bit of a double-edged sword isn’t it, if that reaction is anything to go by. It seems like just the thought is enough to make you drio, which means that you’ll probably never need that kind of incentive, which would deny you of that desperate ache that you crave so much. Which we both know only makes it ache even worse at being denied. I guess no matter what it’s going to get a whole lot worse for you, isn’t it? Isn’t that exactly what my toy deserves?”
Tag: orgasm control
That’s a good girl. Let go and accept your body is no longer yours to control. Tonight, we go further. I’m going to make you more desperate to cum than ever. First, by whispering in your ear how I can feel how badly you need it, how long its been, how good it’d feel to release and let your orgasm crash through you. All the while fucking you in your favorite position, my cock hitting those oh-so-good spots that make your normally innocent lips shout, “Fuck!” When I feel you tense up and start to squeeze, I stop and my hands begin to move, finding your wet, swollen clit and rubbing just like you like. It doesn’t take long and I feel you stretch out before trying to get me to fuck you.
“Ahh, ah,” I tease. “You won’t be able to resist both.”
As I feel your clit twitching I carefully move my hand away, spreading your lips with my fingers and keeping your clit exposed.
Then I start fucking you again. You won’t be able to last as long as last time. I feel you moaning again.
“Please!” you shout, beautifully desperate.
I just smile into your ear.
“No.”
You’re at the edge again. Again I stop my hips and resume my fingers. You can take even less circling.
Soon…it won’t be long now…you’ll only be able to take a couple thrusts, then a couple circles.
And I intend to go back and forth between them, edging your pussy and clit without mercy, until you break.
Then I’ll give you both at the same time.
Slowly.
Gently.
But always stopping just short.
We’re not there yet…
My cock starts again. Harder.
Sunday
Spoon sex 😍😍
She woke up with the firm line of his body against her back. She pressed closer, burrowing into him. It was early still, morning light just barely beginning to peak through the curtains.
She meant to keep it innocent. She meant to cuddle up to him and fall back asleep for another hour or two. She meant to be a good girl—but then his cock stirred against her and heat pooled between her legs and all bets were off.
So she stretched, making sure to rub her ass against him. His fingers tightened on her hip and she grinned to herself. Her mouth felt thick and tacky from sleep, and even though she swallowed several times before speaking, her voice was still scratchy when she said, “Mornin’.”
He didn’t do more than grunt in response, but he kissed the soft skin behind her ear. One hand came up to play with her nipple, rolling it between his fingers for a moment before he pinched it, harder and harder until she whimpered and arched into his touch. She had to fight to keep her breathing steady against the sharp twist of pain.
He released her nipple and she exhaled slowly. “Now I’m awake,” she said. His laugh was more of a huff of warm air against her ear than anything else. She shivered and he pulled her closer to him. “God, you’re a sweetheart,” he said. He ran his hand over her body, his warm palm pressing firmly against her skin as it moved over her belly, he thigh, back up to her breast. He wrapped his fingers around her throat and gave a brief squeeze. Her breath caught, more in anticipation than any actual restriction of airflow. But his hand moved up quickly, going up to her mouth.
He pressed his thumb between her lips. She accepted it willingly and slid her tongue against the pad of his thumb. While she sucked on it, he kissed her neck and rocked against her ass and she grew so wet she thought she might die.
When she told him that, her words muffled by the thumb in her mouth, he laughed again. “Such a slutty girl,” he said.
“Your slutty girl.” He was fully hard now, his cock pressing against her ass. She imagined it pressing into her, stretching her out just the way she needed, but she knew better than to touch herself without explicit permission. He pressed his thumb flat on her tongue for a moment, then pulled it from her mouth.
She gasped at the first touch of his spit-slick thumb against her clit. “Please,” she said. Then, when he started rubbing it in firm circles, she repeated it. “Please.”
“You’re not going to come this morning,” he said. He pushed her onto her stomach, his hand beneath her, and settled on top of her, pinning her under his weight. He used his free hand to guide his cock to her pussy. When he pushed into her, it was just as good as she had imagined it would be. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come tonight. Get you on your hands and knees with the wand on your clit. I might even gag you. Tie your hands behind your back. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”
God, yes, she would. It had been so long since he’d allowed her to play with the Hitachi, and she always loved being tied up for him. But when he rocked into her and kept rolling her clit under his thumb, she knew that if he kept this up, she’d be coming within minutes.
She bit the corner of her pillow and tried to steady her breathing. She could do this, she told herself. She could be a good girl.
Darling is amazing part 2
This is post number one-hundred and twenty-six
HOLY SHIT!!!
Sound on. Trust me, you want to hear this.
“If you keep your legs open, I’ll let you cum, but you keep closing them!”
“Now, we’ll practice.”
“When you want to cum, ask me to hit you.”
The way she squirts from having her pussy whipped…!!!
Hell yeah I edged to this!
This is how your train to become multi orgasmic. You dissociate orgasm with the repetitive touch you normally require to cum. You make it about being told to cum and stay close and not about the touch.
That’s how your pussy learns to listen to me and cum when it’s told. Not to that stupid vibrator, or your fingers or to having a cock pound your pussy. No. We’ll teach that pussy to cum when its fucking told too cum.
“Mrs. Olliver”
BDSM erotica. Fictional characters over 18. Strictly fantasy. This one’s a little wicked-mean.
“You’ll never get to come without my allowing it,” he had told her when he proposed marriage. “Once I put this ring on your finger, your body becomes mine, Sophie. You won’t get to play with yourself anymore unless I tell you to. No touching yourself sexually, ever. After punishment, you won’t get to rub your red bottom or cradle your sore breasts; you’ll just have to endure. Just like you’ll have to endure a lot of teasing and edging, without coming. Do you understand?”
Her response was a hoarse scream, inarticulate and somewhat stifled by the ball gag.
At the time, she was under considerable duress, it had to be said. He had a powerful vibrator strapped to her crotch and a string of clothespins pinching her skin up her torso to her nipples. A tremendously fat plug wedged deep between her bottom cheeks, as was usual during that period, when he had been stretching her bottom hole while training her cunt to tighten with daily kegel ball exercises.
She was tied to one of the posts in the basement, and she had been coming so hard and for so long, even he, as diligent and detail-oriented as he was to her responses and training, had lost count. There was a pool of fluid dripping down her thighs, and her body had nearly gone limp from shuddering so much. She had finally quieted, a little, for the most part. Earlier, half a dozen orgasms ago, she’d been begging him to stop making her come. Ah, silly girl. He was giving her a gift. He hoped she’d remember this moment forever – the last time that she was permitted such continuous, unchecked pleasure.
“You’re going to be so obedient when you’re not allowed to come,” he continued speaking. His hand pressed down on the head of the vibrator, grinding the bulb into the over-sensitized bundle of nerves, making her come to life again with another drawn out scream and much shaking of her body. “You’ll be so hot and eager and desperate. So desperate. You’ll do anything for me then, without even thinking about it, without hesitation. You’ll get used to your pussy clenching over and over again, all the time, so wet and needy. So ready for me to fuck. Anytime I slide my dick into you, you’ll be so hot and tight and wet around my cock. You’ll be such a good fuck, Sophie. I just might have to share you so other people can appreciate what a good fucking your holes will offer.”
She bucked against the post, sobbing through another orgasm. He hooked his fingers into her cunt, pressing and curving his fingers inside, twisting and thrusting. He had so far achieved inconsistent results with making her squirt. He wasn’t too put out about it now though; he preferred to make her squirt when she was fully cognizant of it, because it embarrassed her so damn much. Right now, she was so spaced out from the series of unrelenting orgasms he’d forced upon her that she was barely aware of anything. He’d have to play the video of this session, their engagement, for her later. He planned to make her watch their engagement video many times in the future, in fact. Once every couple of months. A reminder of the moment she committed herself to him, and consented to her new life.
It made his heart pound to imagine playing this video for her later, after they were married, when she wasn’t allowed to come anymore. Would she even recognize herself in this video? He planned to play with her around other wives and girlfriends, submissives and slaves, but he had already decided he wouldn’t let her watch them come. No, he wanted to tightly control any experience she had with orgasm. She would see the women after their climaxes, see the residual evidence of it in their faces, and she’d have to imagine it. Imagine what climax felt like. The only climax she’d get to witness would be her own, from all the video footage of herself prior to marriage.
“When I do let you come, Sophie, which will be few and far in between, it’ll always be just a little bit painful for you,” he said, tugging on the twine that connected all of the clamps. “This is just a taste of what I’m promising. No sweet, gentle comes for you as my wife. No, once you’re Mrs. Olliver, your pleasure will always come at the price of pain. It makes you come that much harder, doesn’t it? Shh. I know. I’ve always known, Sophie. You need to be squirming with pain for your comes to be truly pleasurable. You need me to make you scream and cry so you can fly apart. I know, sweetheart. Nothing wrong with that. I’ll always give you what you need. I’ll take care of my Sophie.”
He pulled off one of the clothespins, just one, and she immediately proved his words to be true. Her body began to convulse in another hard orgasm, as if the pleasure was being wrenched from her. With one deft tug, he yanked at the twine and sent all the clamps flying off. The one on her right nipple was a little stubborn, pinching tightly, and he needed to give an extra hard tug to pull it off. His darling Sophie’s voice broke on a rising screech of pain, while her hips bucked wildly up into the vibrator. She shook her torso frantically from side to side, bouncing her heavy breasts as if she was trying to shake off the biting pain.
“Glorious,” he pronounced.
Edge your helplessly horny pussy on my cock, but when you stop to catch your breath I get to redden your sexy ass. There’s simply no escape from stimulation. No rest. Your ass is burning after needing to stop so frequently now. But if you keep fucking yourself on my cock you’re going to cum. You can’t help it. But the knowledge of two months without orgasm should you do so is causing your brain to short circuit. Despite yourself, that thought itself turns you on even more. I feel you clench again, they’re coming faster now, in time with your frustrated moans.
Careful now, pet.
What are you going to choose?
Wanna be sat on the floor while my Miss is on the couch reading and I have a vibe in me and it’s bringing right to the edge of cumming then bringing me back but I don’t try and get her attention because I know that if I’m good she’ll reward me. I want her to edge me until she’s finished her chapter, and I want her to take ages, I want her to let me cry next to her softly, head buried in her lap as my body shakes because I was so close but she brought me away again. I want my head to spin and fog up and for me to be so lost in the endless pleasure that I don’t notice her close her book and pick up the remote until she’s flicked the setting all the way up and pressed her foot against the vibrator and told me to cum like the good Little slut I am. I want her to call me her good girl, her best baby girl, her Miss’s most precious little slut and not move her foot until it hurts to cum anymore
“Ohhhhhh,” she groans, her voice a deep, throaty purr of sexual satisfaction. “She tastes divine, Mark.” She leans in and flicks her tongue out, lapping delicately at the slippery, engorged clit, then follows that treatment up by delivering another long, leisurely lap. “I could simply drown in her juices.”
Mark chuckles. He was buried inside the girl’s tight channel, holding himself still so that she could tongue the girl’s clit. “Please yourself,” he invites, “but don’t let her come.”
“I know, you don’t have to keep reminding me,” Victoria pouts. “How could I forget your number one rule? She never gets to come.”
“That’s not entirely true.” Mark gave a little thrust up into the girl’s pussy, seating himself deeper. “I wouldn’t say never.”
“Oh? When was the last time she had an orgasm?” She gazed intently between the girl’s legs, mouth salivating at the way Mark’s cock spread and stretched the swollen folds.
Mark had explained the routine the girl kept, to keep her holes tight. The first week of the month, with only her tits being used for fucking. Mark would have the round, pert globes slathered with oil or sweet smelling lotion or, a few times, warmed butter. The girl would push her breasts together around Mark’s cock as closely as she could, making a good, tight fucking hole. A week of Mark availing himself in her cleavage and shooting his seed onto her chest or face. This was always followed by a week of being used only for her mouth. The third week was for her pussy, fucking her there as hard and as roughly as he desired, and the last week of the month was when her bottom hole would be sorely exploited and stretched. And then the routine would repeat, giving her some time to recover and feel, once again, the emptiness in her holes.
“The last time? Christmas Eve.”
“That was over four months ago. Poor dear.” Victoria fastens her mouth to the girl’s clit and sucks on the bud, making the girl’s thighs quiver around her head.
“She came when I took her to Marcelline’s last month,” Mark says, sounding disgruntled. “We were visiting the barn and she got very worked up watching Marcelline milk one of the cows. I puled out as soon as soon as she started to climax, so it wasn’t a very good come for her, but it was still a massive disappointment.”
"Surely just as disappointing for her, having a good come like that ruined!”
“She likes that it’s my decision to let her come,” Mark replies calmly. “Knowing that it’s not her choice, that she can’t control her own body, it stimulates her and keeps her wet all the time, like nothing else.”
“Hmm.” She squeezes the girl’s thighs, running her hands up the girl’s body, all the way up until her hands closed on the girl’s breasts. She tugs on the hard, rubbery nipples as she curls her tongue and worries at that sorry little clit. Mark is fucking the girl in short, controlled thrusts, pushing the girl’s crotch closer to her mouth each time.
The girl is gasping out broken cries. Her entire body keeps tensing, a full-body clenching of muscles – that cunt must feel so good clasping Mark’s cock – as she is worked between Victoria’s mouth and Mark’s cock.
When the girl gets close to climax, Victoria eases off with her mouth and twists the girl’s nipples as hard as she can while she adds her stern chastisements to Mark’s.
“No, you’re not allowed to come,” Victoria says, while Mark growls, “Don’t you dare, don’t you even dare think about it” as he brackets her throat with one hand and pinches the soft flesh of her inner thighs with the other.
The girl alternates between panting like a dog when they use her body, and squealing like a pig when they force her away from climaxing. Near the end, when she can no longer hold herself up and in place for Victoria and Mark, her wrists are cuffed and secured by a connecting chain to a hook installed in the ceiling above the shower. The girl sags in her chains as Mark continues to fuck her until he spills his seed inside her cunt, and Victoria keeps sucking and licking up that sweet nectar. Made sweeter, Victoria thinks, because of how the girl has been denied.
concept: you’re sitting on the couch, me on your lap facing away from you and towards the movie on screen. your strap-on is deep inside me, and one hand gently trails its way up and down my body, scratching my thighs and pulling my chest. you bite at the back of my neck and under my ear and along my shoulders as you watch the movie. your other hand holds a vibrator against my clit. you’ve bound my hands to my thighs and my ankles to yours, gagged me and blindfolded me and made me wear noise-cancelling headphones. i can’t sense anything except your hand and your teeth and the vibrator. it’s on high, pressed right against my clit, and between that and the dildo deep in me I can feel my orgasm build and I’m right there and I’m so so close but just as I’m about to tip over you pull the vibe away. it hurts, to be denied again, and I sob with the disappointment of my lost orgasm. you press soothing kisses to my neck, whisper praises even though I can’t hear them, until I’ve calmed down and very slowly, you press the vibe against my clit again and begin to roll your hips into me.
you told me, before we began, that i’d get to come at the end of the movie.
ten minutes before the end, you paused it. that was forty-five minutes ago. you deny me for the nth time and smile against my shoulder as I cry.
“almost done.” you say soothingly, even though I can’t hear it. you wait til I’ve stopped shaking, and then, with the movie still paused, turn the vibe to its highest setting and start fucking into me. you don’t move it away this time, and as I cum, you press play.
“baby girl,” you chide, taking off my headphones and removing the blindfold. “you only had ten minutes left, you couldn’t hold it? that wasn’t very good of you.” around the gag, i sob. the orgasm ebbs away, but you don’t move the vibe, you don’t stop slow, heavy, hard thrusts into me.
i whine from the overstimulation, my bound ankles trying to pull away from yours. you stay firm, and i jerk in place. “ten minutes left,” you say with disappointment. “since you wanted to come so bad, how about ten more orgasms? you can do that for me baby girl, take your punishment so well? you wanna be good sweetheart, don’t you?”
i’m sobbing now, my chest heaving, my legs shaking, it’s starting to hurt, the vibrator, the thrusts, perfect painful pleasure washing over my body in waves. but i was bad already, i want to be good, i want to be a good girl, i want to be good for you. tears streaming down my face, i nod.
“that’s it baby girl, you’re so good for me” you praise and that and one more thrust tear my other orgasm from me. i scream through the gag. you bite my neck.
“nine more darling.” you whisper
something i think about daily is standing in a crowded subway with a vibe against my clit which is bringing me to the edge and back and my domme’s holding the remote and playing with it and because it’s so packed i’m able to lean all my weight on her and hold her arm and beg in her ear, my knees trembling and voice shaking. i’d beg pointlessly, endlessly, tearfully, i’d just beg “please please please” over and over through my whimpers. her hands would be tucked in my back pocket pulling me closer to her, allowing me to rut against her leg in search of some friction, and she’d be biting gently at my ear. i’d ask her again. she’d laugh, and push me against her leg and turn the vibe up to maximum, and i’d cum biting the front of her shirt and shaking to bits and pieces in front of everyone.
she wouldn’t turn it off though. not until we got home.
i want to be on the verge of collapsing, aching and crying and a complete wreck, my face pressed into her front, completely at her mercy and for everyone to know it
my corner 