She woke up humping air, a large wet spot pooling under her. She tried to sit up and heard the familiar clank of chains. She’s forgotten that he chained her to her bed last night, to prevent any nighttime play.
His footsteps echoed down the hall. He came into her room. She pretended to still be sleeping. He patted her soaked and aching pussy, like she was a child or a dog. He carefully inspected her wet and throbbing cunt, no need to probe for the clit, as it was engorged, exposed, seeming to breathe.
He opened the nightstand drawer and carefully nestled a wireless remote controlled egg against the clit. He slowly added a dildo inside, twisting it into place. Next came the ass lock, an expandable and lockable plug. With these in place, he slid the chastity belt over her round butt and thick hips, locking her in for the day.
He kissed her gently to wake her.
“Good morning Kitten. I’m pleased you slept well. Seems the chains agree with you.”
She yawned and wiggled, exploring the new situation. He smiled.
“Good girl. But I don’t trust this silence to last long. You will spend the day muzzled and leashed to my belt. You go where I go unless I choose to tie you up somewhere.”
She shivered and nodded. He worked a long dildo in her mouth, down her throat, until she comfortably bit the guard. Then he fastened the muzzle under her hair. She whimpered. He heard nothing.
He unchained her from the bed. She crawled out to all fours. He added her collar, the too small one with the cat bell, and attached nipple clamps with matching bells. He’d always know where she was.
True to his word, the leash was added to his belt. She dripped down her leg onto his shoe. He chuckled. She shivered.
He led her to the kitchen. She curled up under the table at his feet. He turned the remote on. She started mewling like the kitten he named her, rocking her body back and forth, trying in vain to either cum or make it stop.
He watched his toy while he ate his breakfast, alternating the intensity and speed patterns at random.
She left a puddle in the floor. He tugged her leash, putting her face beside his hard cock, and grinned as she started nuzzling, silently begging to suck him off.
“Not yet,” he breathed. He led her to the home office. He locked the floor restraints around her wrists and ankles before removing the leash. He set the dual fucking machines in place at her mouth and ass. He removed the anal lock and muzzle, inserting the dildos far enough that no matter how she moved, she couldn’t get away from either.
He set them to slow, alternating speeds. A full minute to penetrate, ten seconds still, a full minute out. As her ass was filled her throat was emptied. As her throat stretched, her ass was emptied.
“Now I have some work to do. If you get my attention before I’m done, I will happily adjust your situation.” She dripped.
It took her an hour to start whining constantly. He looked at her with mock concern. “Does kitten need something so soon? Alright, fine, I’ll give you more.”
He turned each machine up to the next setting and turned the remote on again. Her hips bucked instantly.
“Better?” She whined. “Okay, I’m going back to work.” He undid his belt and pants, pulling out his hard cock. The under desk cabinet opened, and a latex clad person began sucking it.
Kitten had no idea there was another person in the house.
She watched and squirmed, whimpered and writhed, edged over and over for another two hours. Sir closed the cabinet again and came over.
“What is it now kitten?” He grumbled. She shuddered. He turned the machines up by three. She gasped for air and didn’t make another squeak for 5 whole minutes. She closed her eyes. He grinned and retrieved the crop from his desk.
THWACK
She jumped and tried to scream. He laughed. He’d waited for the exact moment she was stuffed at both ends to hit her on the left cheek.
“Does that feel better pussycat?” He taunted. He got the rhythm. At the precise moment she was completely stuffed,
THWACK
THWACKOn each cheek. Only when the red marks stopped fading after a few moments did he stop. He laid the crop across his desk. He turned off the machines. He repositioned her to suspended chains, exposing her soaked cunt to the air. He removed the belt and toys. He tugged at the chain connecting her nipple clamps. She moaned. He refitted the muzzle. Silence. He picked up the crop.
“Did kitten edge?” She nodded. “Does kitten want to cum?” She nodded faster.
THWACK
THWACK
THWACK
THWACK
THWACKShe screamed, shaking in her chains. He grinned.
“Is that how many times you’ve edged today pussycat?” She shook her head slowly. “More?” A single wide-eyed nod.
Twenty strikes later, she finally shook her head.
“My, kitten is making a mess. Dripping all over my office floor. Are you sure you need to cum?”
She nodded, fear in her eyes.
Sir went back to the cabinet under his desk. He wheeled the person out on a rolling platform and opened the mouth slit of the face mask. He settled the person in a kneeling position at face level with Kitten’s throbbing clit. Sir whispered something, and a tongue found itself exploring Kitten.
Sir went back to his desk to the music of kitten’s muffled screams. Her sensitive, throbbing, engorged clit was being edged with every stroke of tongue. Just as she was about to cum, the tongue stopped for a breath, two, and resumed. Slow, rhythmic, long, thick strokes.
At 25 edges, the tongue stopped. Kitten squirmed, writhed, shook, desperately trying to reach that tongue again to no avail. Sir laughed.
“Having fun pussycat? Do you still need to cum? Oh you poor thing. Here, let me help you.” He kindly placed the anal lock back inside her and fully opened it, stretching her cavity wide open. She thrashed. He sat back down.
When she finally stopped moving, not a clank to be heard, the tongue resumed. Fast, short flicks across her clit. For another agonizing 25 edges.
She was blind and deaf with need. She was floating in darkness, unaware of the torment of her need.
“There’s my pretty kitty,” a deep familiar voice rumbled in her mind. She blinked. She was on all fours, drooling, at Sir’s feet. He pushed his rock hard cock down her throat. She remained still. She knew this test: no noise, no movement, no pleasure, no fucking or sucking or licking. Simply holding his cock for him.
Something buzzed against her clit. She didn’t flinch. A thud against her butt. Nothing. She was still as a statue.
After an eternity, Sir removed himself from her throat and zipped up. He led her out of the office the same way she entered, but her memory was fuzzy and blurred.
In the kitchen again. Sir removed her muzzle and placed her dinner bowls under his chair. As she began to eat, blushing and squirming, he played with her tender bruised ass. A light spank, a soothing rub. For every drop of water she spilled, another edge was added before her next orgasm.
It was not looking good for that to be anytime soon, she thought as he led her back to bed.
Tag: orgasm control
An older story I came across. I hope everyone likes it. And, yes, I’m still working on the next part of Her Torment.
TEASE SLUT
Kara
quietly opened the door and looked into the almost bare room. Her tight baby
blue tank top hugged her full breasts and clearly showed off her hard nipples. The
short shorts were just as tight and pink in color with a white stripe running
along the hip line. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a loose bun on the top of
her head and stray wisps of hair floated lazily around her face. The only items
in the room were a dresser along one wall and a metal framed bed with a bare
mattress on it. Her bare feet made no sound of the carpet as she stepped in.The girl on
the mattress was naked and constantly trembling. Her brunette hair was damp
with sweat as was her writhing body. Besides the leather cuffs on her wrists
and ankles, the girl wore a thick blindfold. Her arms and legs were pulled
tautly out to the corners of the frame.Kara let
her eyes roam over the girls glistening flesh. Her large heaving breasts
wobbled slightly with every spasm her body made. Both of her nipples were
pierced and adorned with matching stainless steel loops. Twin Japanese clover
clamps were pinched to her erect tips, connected by a chain. A string ran from
the chain to a pulley anchored to the ceiling above the bed. At the end of the
string were four eight ounce weights, adding extra pressure to the bite of the
clamps that had been tormenting the suffering girls’ nipples for the last four
hours. The flesh around the breasts and thighs were mottled with red splotches,
indicative of a recent flogging. Crimson streaks crisscrossed the girls’ skin
from her collar bone to her knees.Her gaze
traveled farther down and stopped at the girls’ shaven cleft. It was red and
swollen, the swollen labia glistening with wetness. The distended bud of her
clit poked from under the fleshy hood that usually concealed it and was visibly
throbbing. The mattress between the girls’ spread, quivering thighs was
completely soaked from the copious liquid that was seeping from the enflamed
mound.Stopping at
the side of the bed, Kara pushed the hanging weights, causing them to swing in
slow, lazy circles. As the girl moaned at the increased pull on her aching
buds, Kara said, “And how is my little tease slut doing?”The girl
whimpered pitifully and began thrusting her hips up and down, causing the old
springs under the mattress to lightly squeak. “Desperate, Mistress,” she whined
pitifully. “Please let me cum.”Kara had
been constantly teasing and tormenting the girl for the past three months
without letting her slip over the edge and climax. The constant teasing was
tempered with frequent floggings and other forms of punishment. Through it all,
Kara had immensely enjoyed making the girl suffer. She had learned the little
tell-tale signs of impending orgasm and knew exactly whey to stop to keep her
from exploding.Smiling at
the spasming girl, Kara lightly ran a single fingernail over the sticky petals
and barely touched the straining little bundle of nerves. Watching the girl
helplessly arch up to attempt to get more contact on her needy sex made Kara
laugh. “Of course not, my little tease slut,” Kara told her. “You may never
orgasm again. I so much adore you being tortured like this.” Pausing for a
moment, she looked over at the dresser. “I wonder what we can find in your toy
chest to play with next?”The girl
cried out in frustration. She had never in her life thought she could be so
desperate, so willing to do anything just to experience the blessed relief of
an orgasm. Her body felt like it was constantly vibrating from the tension she
was feeling. Her entire existence revolved around her unquenchable need to
climax.Padding
over to the dresser, Kara opened the drawer and looked over the assortment of
implements inside. While trying to decide what to use next, she said, “So, my
little tease slut. How long has it been since you’ve had an orgasm?”Trying to
force her brain to function, the writhing girl attempted to recall the length
of time she had been teased and denied release. Due to the constant torment,
the days and nights were a blur of constant frustration, a nightmare of
unrequited need. Finally giving up, the girl said, “I don’t know, Mistress.”
Her voice was strained and harsh.“Oh, come
now,” Kara said. “Surely, you have some idea how long it’s been.” She finally
made her decision and removed a pair of bondage mittens and two spreader bars
then silently padded back to the bed. “Can’t you even guess?”The girl
involuntarily tensed, then thrust her hips up off the saturated mattress. That
caused the biting clamps to mercilessly tighten on her tormented nipples. Her
ragged breathing caught in her chest and she whimpered pitifully. Panting
harshly, she tried to calm herself. The endorphins raging in her mind made
cognizant thought almost impossible. Her entire consciousness was totally
focused on her spasming, dripping sex and her overwhelming need to climax.
Feeling helpless tears seeping from under the blindfold, the wailed, “I don’t
know, Mistress. I can’t think about anything but cumming.”Sighing
happily, Kara smiled and said, “Today will make three months since your last
orgasm. She paused for a moment, letting her fingers glide over the girls’
sweaty skin. “So I’ve decided to give you a chance to finally cum. How does
that sound, my tease slut?Moaning
loudly and pumping her hips, the girl said, “Thank you, Mistress. I need to cum
so badly.”“You’re
welcome, tease slut,” Kara said. She laid the mittens and bars on the bed then
retrieved a small tube from the dresser. Opening it, she squeezed a dab on her
finger then began lightly rubbing it on the straining, throbbing clit.As soon as
the girl felt the finger on her button, she involuntarily pushed herself up in
an effort to get more contact on her screaming bundle of nerves. But it was
only a fleeting touch before the stimulation was removed. She slumped back onto
the mattress and groaned miserably.Kara
quickly put the mittens on the girls’ hands, the three foot spreader bar
between her ankles and the two foot bar between her knees then unhooked the
rope from the chain before untying the girl. As the weight on her aching
nipples was eased, she clenched her teeth and hissed. “Roll over on your hands
and knees, tease slut,” Kara said.Trying to
force her sore, tense muscles to work, the girl awkwardly managed to comply
with the order. Her entire body was tight as a coiled spring and ached from the
long hours of restrictive bondage. The twin spreader bars made it impossible
for her to close her legs and added to her misery. Her hips were unconsciously
thrusting back and forth and there was no way to stop them.Picking up
two vibrators, Kara slipped one between the girls’ engorged petals and the
other in her ass. She then placed a course pillow on the mattress and turned
both vibrators to their highest settings. “Since it has been three months since
your last orgasm, I’m giving you three minutes to make yourself cum by humping
against the pillow directly under your dripping pussy, tease slut.”The girl
began to sob with relief and attempted to awkwardly ease her suffering sex down
to grind against the pillow. Due to the spreader bars keeping her legs splayed,
it was almost impossible for her to maintain any kind of pressure on the
fabric. Grunting and moaning with the effort, her hips began frantically
jerking. The wildly moving toys in her sex and ass kept her right on the very
brink of climaxing but would not push her over without direct stimulation to
her clit and the pillow was not providing enough. Her movements became even
more frenzied as she tried to push herself over the edge. Then something
strange began to happen. All the feeling in her throbbing button was starting
to fade. Whimpering pitifully, her hips took on a life of their own as she rode
the pillow. With each passing second, the very release she do desperately sought
slipped a little farther away. Sobs wracked her tense body as she tried
desperately to make herself climax. Even the dancing clamps on her abuse
nipples wasn’t enough to push her over the edge. Her muscles began to cramp
from the gyrations but still she continued to furiously grind her gushing sex
on the pillow.Kara
watched with malicious glee, knowing the girl could not climax no matter what
she did. Her own sex was dripping and twitching from the torment being
inflicted to the girl. Glancing at her phone, she watching the seconds slip by
until the three minutes were up and the alarm beeped. “That’s it. Time’s up.
Stop right now,” she said. But the girl was lost in the throes of desperation
and need and kept her hips moving. Grabbing a handful of hair, Kara pulled
hard, wrenching the girl into an upright position. “I said stop,” she snarled,
her voice low and tight.The girl
struggled for control, fresh sobs causing her body to heave. Her hips were
still frantically working towards an unobtainable orgasm. The clamps on her
compressed nipples danced as her wobbling breasts shook liquidly. With no other
recourse, she began mindlessly babbling and pleading, the words pouring out in
an incoherent stream. She had never known this much frustration in her life and
was starting to loose herself in the over powering need threatening to consume
her.Still
holding a handful of the girls’ hair, Kara said, “You might as well stop
grinding. There’s no way you can cum now, tease slut. The cream I put on your
clit was numbing cream. For the next several hours your little button with be
dead.” She released the girls’ hair and paused for a moment, then said, “But
when it wears off, all the feeling will return. Then everything I’m about to do
will make your frustration even worse. Isn’t that nice?”As the
words slowly sank into the girls’ denial addled mind, she began to wail
wretchedly. Her body flailed around helplessly on the mattress as she sobbed.
Her mittened hands went between her legs and began viciously rubbing her needy
sex, her hips thrusting up and down. She could feel the twin vibrators still
mindlessly churning in her clenching sex and ass but that was it. No amount of
friction or contact was going to make her climax.Kara
grabbed both of the girls’ hands and pulled them over her head, hooking them
around the bars on the head board. She then did the same with her ankles, once
again spread-eagling her. She watched as the girls hips frantically convulsed
while she slipped off her shorts. Crawling on the bed and placing one leg on
either side of the girls’ head, she lowered her humid folds against the
thrashing girls’ face and said, “Make me cum, tease slut.”The girl’s
mind was almost beyond rational thought. At first, she just lay on the mattress
sobbing, ignoring the wet sex on her face. Then she felt the cruel clamps on
her aching nipples tighten. She screamed into Kara’s pussy then began
pleasuring the woman that had been tormenting her.Kara began
grinding her tingling pussy against the girls’ mouth, her own body tensing as
the urge to climax, never very far away, rapidly approached. Feeling her
muscles tighten, she hunched over as her climax hit her. She felt the tremors
of her orgasm cause her shake and jerk. She then sighed happily and unsteadily
got off the bed. The girl had always managed to make her orgasms spectacular
and now was no different.“Very good,
tease slut,” Kara breathed.The girl
was writhing helplessly on the bed, her body screaming with need. A pink fog of
denial and frustration was starting to envelope her brain, carrying her to a
place beyond sensation, beyond feeling. Her sex relentlessly contracted around
the wildly moving vibrator inside it. Guttural sounds poured from her mouth as
she struggled. Then both vibrators stopped. The sudden cessation of movement
caused her to wail helplessly.Smiling
happily, Kara said, “I love the way your pussy is so red and swollen. It’s
almost begging to be touched.”The girl
frantically nodded, her body quivering. In her present condition all she heard
was that her needy, aching sex was going to be touched. All thoughts of the
numbing cream were forgotten.Picking up
the small slapper, Kara got onto the mattress and sat between the girls’
splayed, trembling legs. She slid her fingers into the sopping hole to retrieve
the now silent vibrator, feeling the muscles vainly trying to gain purchase on
both. More nectar spilled out as the girls’ body once again arched up. Kara
waited until the girl had finally slumped back to the sodden mattress, then
said, “I know you’re in no state to count, but I still want you to try. Do you
understand?Panting
harshly, the girl made an unintelligible noise and nodded. Her body was still
trembling uncontrollably and occasionally, a tremor would make her jerk.Kara once
again smiled down at the girl and said, “Okay tease slut. Let’s start.” She
slipped three fingers into the girls’ wet pussy and began thrusting. As she
did, she brought the slapper down on the girls’ swollen, engorged clit.The girl
pushed her sex against the digits and moaned. All she could feel was the
fingers pistoning into her denied hole. The slapper barely registered thanks to
the numbing cream. But there was enough contact to her enflamed labia to let
her know what was happening. Then she made a sound that could have been a one
or just a moan.As the
strokes landed on the tormented flesh, Kara began violently fucking the girl
with her fingers. She knew she could punish her for not actually counting each
spank but at least the girl was acknowledging each one. After five, she pushed
a forth finger inside the humid sex. After another five, her thumb slipped in.
With her whole fist inside the girls’ clenching pussy, she began pumping while
continuing with the slapper.The girl
was almost consumed with the sensation of the fist forcefully pummeling her
aching hole. The slapper was only an after thought as all sensation to her clit
was nonexistent. She had no idea how long she was tortured in that fashion, her
mind laser focused on the fist and slapper. Her hips were thrusting up to meet
both, her brain overloaded on being relentlessly tormented. When everything
finally stopped, she continued to hump the air, her body almost beyond any
semblance of control. After another unknown length of time, she slumped back to
the sopping mattress and sobbed helplessly.Kara sat
and watched as the girl slowly calmed down. The sex in front of her was even
more red and swollen now, the lips spread and showing the interior. She
absently wiped her hand on the mattress then said, “How do you feel, tease
slut?The girl
barely moved except to randomly jerk, her mind nearly gone.Reaching
out the hand that had recently been ravaging the girls’ hole, Kara gave the
still clamped breasts a vicious slap, delighting in the way the large mounds
moved. “I said how do you feel, tease slut?”The
stinging to her breasts caused the girl to grunt as her brain slowly focused on
something other than her soul consuming need. “I need to cum, Mistress,” she
wailed, her voice hoarse and tight. “Please, please, please let me cum.”
Helpless sobs then overtook her.Watching
with evil enjoyment, Kara said, “No tease slut. You are not allowed to cum.”
That brought fresh sobs from the girl. “Maybe we’ll try this again in another
three months.” Finally standing up, she said, “I’m going to take up upstairs
and get you cleaned up. I’m having company over tonight to celebrate you three
months of denial and you’re going to be the center of attraction.” Reaching
down, Kara squeezed both clamps, opening them. The compressed flesh of the
girls agonized nipples clung to the smooth ends of the clamps briefly then was
pulled away. She screamed as the blood began to flow back into the tortured
nubs. Smiling again, Kara said, “Don’t worry. All three of your holes will be
well used tonight. But you still won’t cum, no matter what happens. You’re
beautiful, sopping, denied pussy will be continually coated with the numbing
cream. Tonight, you’ll be nothing more than three holes to be used and abused
by my guests. Doesn’t that sound delightful, tease slut?The girl
began to cry pitifully, knowing she was going to be repeatedly fucked in her
pussy, ass and mouth and not get any release. The pressure would continue to
build and build and build. She was going to be nothing more than a fuck toy for
everyone’s amusement and there was nothing she could do about it.Kara
breathed a happy sigh and began untying the girl, knowing that she was mentally
torturing herself by thinking about what was going to happen in a few hours.
Helping the almost unresponsive girl up, Kara helped her to the door.
“I know this must feel pretty unnecessary to you, but I have to come here and edge you every lunch break so I can be certain you don’t forget your aching balls. I mean, it’s already hours after I edged your hard, denied cock in the morning, and it will be hours before I can pump your balls even fuller in the evening.
By the way, do you think your secretary knows that you’re my stroke toy with a denied cock and full, blue balls? That would certainly be humiliating to you, wouldn’t it? It would certainly be unfair of me to tell her. I bet she would love to hear that, would get her crush on you wash right off.”
Every lazy Sunday they set up to watch a couple of movies. Or to put it better, she watched the movies and teased his throbbing cock absent-mindedly for a few hours. He could do nothing but close his eyes and enjoy her skillful fingers play around on his hard, denied cock, trying the best he could to keep himself from shooting his load out of his achy balls.
Every few weeks she would actually let him cum. It had been six weeks now since she had even let him have a ruined one, so his hopes were high. He was really hoping, because he wasn’t sure he could take the daily edgings for another week.
O control in public
He has this thing where he wants to stimulate me in a
totally public place. He’s been training me to take stim without making any
sounds, moans, noticeable breathing, etc. Or any moving and squirming that
other people would see. It’s very hard to control myself. The vibe right there after being denied for a long time,
plus the fear of someone finding out – heads turning to see who is making those
weird noises – turns me on incredibly. I’m terrified of someone noticing but I
want to come so badly and he will tell me this is my only chance. He wants to
be able to take me to a movie, sit in a not-so-crowded section, put his
carefully selected large coat over me, tell me to pull up my skirt and spread my legs as much as
possible, and he will operate a bullet vibe he has taped to my clit. On and off, on and
off, over and over and over. Sometimes he has me put a plug in my ass too. The only movements I’m allowed to make are
gripping the armrests or his hand, or my legs shaking. Nobody else is to be
able to hear me or see that anything is going on. Sometimes I can’t stop myself
from a moan or whimper escaping and I try to disguise them by coughing or fake
sneezing or clearing my throat. He has a little notepad to keep track of every unauthorized
noise and movement and I am caned for them later. He thinks I can be trained to
orgasm this way without making one single peep except for my panting ragged breathing.
So far he hasn’t allowed a full orgasm while doing this. He just keeps teasing
me over and over until the movie is done. He always picks a long movie for
these sessions, and I usually have to give him a blow job in the truck before
we leave the parking.
Stay right there on the edge for me… well, not that you have a choice. Just keep suffering so beautifully and you’ll earn an orgasm in a few months. Now all we need to work on is your cock-sucking skills and you might even earn one by Christmas. Who knows? Maybe for Christmas I’ll gift you with a ruined orgasm and a whole year of chastity and denial! Doesn’t that sound wonderful?
That slut has a lot going on in her life
It takes a lot to deny a girl. It’s a lot of work to dig into her mind, find out what makes her tick, what makes her clench and moan, what makes her drip and squirm.
Finding the exact setting on a Hitachi that will tease and edge her, without letting her go over, no matter how long it’s pressed against her aching cunt takes time, study, and attention.
Similarly, understanding that this particular needy girl gets insanely aroused by penetration, her soaking wet cunt squeezing around the dildo, but she can’t cum from it, takes effort as well.
Time, patience, attention–and lots of each–are required to really torment her properly.
But that moment you can put her relentless teasing on autopilot, while you go catch the game, run a few errands, or meet up with your friends for a beer, knowing the entire time her sanity is slowly leaking out from between her legs and her desperation is skyrocketing?
It makes every second of preparation worth it.
I like it when, after a good long while of denying you you finally simply give in. Your body spent from all the writhing and clenching. Now, I can easily remove the restraints, the blindfold, the gag. Your focus is entirely on your pussy and when I might give it yet another lick. Your only movements are a slight electric-like jolt of pleasure when that happens, your clit continuing to jump beneath my lips.
As I lightly circle it, my finger feels you clenching again, a frustrated tear of juice is forced out of your pussy again. I grin and coat my finger, using it to trace just the inside of your lips.
The good news is I’m about finished with this cycle. The bad news (depending on your perspective), is it’s time to bring you once again out of the pleasure fog you’re in. Soon I’ll be whispering in your ear that I want you to start begging again, and plan to extract the words by holding down your pelvis and massaging your g-spot over and over, stopping when you specifically tell me to not. So enjoy your brief gentle edging now, before I put you to bed I’m going to make your ache and need far, far worse.
Fiction, erotica, characters over 18. Ageplay.
“Don’t wear skirts this tight anymore unless they’re short,” he says. “It just gets in Daddy’s way when you need an inspection, baby girl.”
He pulls out onto the street with one hand, as his other presses two fingers between her legs, probing. Lily does her best to open her legs wide so his fingers can claim her. Examine her.
Dropping her off and picking her up at work is just another way he infantalized Lily, a relatively new change to their routines. It coincided with the confiscation of her pocketbook. Now, Lily was dropped off at her teller job at one of his banks with only a small coin pouch. No bills. She had one of his credit cards in her desk for anything unexpected that might come up, but of course her usage of it was carefully overseen and monitored by him.
Her cell phone, too, was very basic, having been pruned of all unapproved apps; she had the capability to make and receive calls and texts, and there was a journal app where she logged her punishments and transgressions, but that was the extent of it. He felt it was detrimental to allow her too much time on electronics.
There were about thirty songs downloaded to the music app – soothing nursery songs she listened to during her nap times, and a couple “reminder” tracks he had recorded with not inexpensive equipment. These consisted of audio recorded during her sessions. On one track, Lily begged tearfully and earnestly for Daddy to punish his baby girl. On another, she whimpered her yearning to be Daddy’s good girl, and the remainder of the mp3 file was a rather harmonious symphony of her insensible moaning and gasping.
He had Lily listen to those special soundtracks at work sometimes, on her lunch breaks, seated near her colleagues. The listening reminder her that she was Daddy’s baby girl. Certainly she was entitled to no special treatment at work, just because she was dating one of the bank’s executives.
“Have you been a good girl at work today?” he asked in his stern, dispassionate voice. “Am I going to get a good report on your behavior at your performance review?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She squirmed on his fingers. “I’ve been very good.”
“Are you ready to go home and be Daddy’s favorite slut?”
“Yes please, Daddy.”
“You know what tonight is. I’ll have to spank you first and then cane your bottom while we stretch out your little bottom hole for Daddy’s cock to fuck after.”
“Daddy,” she says, and it’s not quite a whine so he lets it go, just screws his fingers deeper into her dripping pussy.
“Yes, baby girl,” he says firmly. “Tell me what day it is.”
“Friday,” Lily answers, her face unhappy. “My maintenance night.”
“That’s right. Lily doesn’t get to come on maintenance nights, does she? No, she doesn’t, that’s right,” Daddy says. “Maintenance nights are for Daddy to discipline his Lily because he’s helping her be a good girl. Daddy gets to come, not Lily.”
Her pussy is really wet now, and Lily’s thighs are quivering, and she’s breathing so hard, desperate to come. Little noises are escaping her mouth, guttural, unladylike grunts and groans.
“No coming, Lily,” he warned. Lily knows better to come when she hasn’t been given permission to do so. “You can be a good girl and take all of Daddy’s cum in your naughty, punished bottom tonight.”
Lily’s breasts are heaving from her shallow breaths, and she’s doing her best to hump her Daddy’s hand. It doesn’t matter that people outside the car might see her twisting and writhing in the passenger seat. Daddy is frigging her pussy so good. Her belly tightens with need.
That’s when Lily’s Daddy takes his hand away.
“Lily doesn’t get to come,” he reminds her harshly. “You’re going to have an early bedtime tonight, Lily. I’m going to strap you down nice and snug, so you can’t rub your slutty clit, and you can go to sleep feeling Daddy’s cum leaking from your bottom.”
Photo Credit: Syn DeVil Caged by Rexbon
Strictly fantasy/fiction. Deviant and twisty all the way. Continued from this story, written for R. You mentioned once you liked the original and I thought I’d give a shot at continuing that one. Happy Birthday, friend.
The new Mistress of the household woke leisurely in the mornings. She would stretch in bed, luxuriating and scissoring her legs in the silky sheets. If her husband was still abed, they might enjoy a quick, grappling romp before taking a refreshing shower.
After breakfast, it was now her habit to traipse out to the stables for her morning exercise. She would take her stallion for an invigorating ride that put a healthy redness in her cheeks. Then, upon her return, she would visit the other stable, situated a short distance away. The estate’s staff called it the little stable or the barn.
Since settling into her marriage, she had helped her husband expand the stock in the barn. They now ran a small operation of buying, training, and selling ponies and cows; at any given time, there were at least three women being broken in and introduced to their new lives and purpose. It was both profitable and immensely fulfilling work.
The Mistress passed by the training rings, penned-in areas where two of their original stock, Apple Dumpling and Noel, were being exercised. Each was driven by their own trainers and made to engage in an energetic and brisk high-step around and around a post. With their arms folded and tucked away behind their backs, their supple flesh squeezed out around harsh leather straps that harnessed their bodies, they cut very appealing figures indeed. Particularly as their heads were held high, their hair gathered into braided ponytails that were attached to the anal hook curved inside their round bottoms. At the same time, their hard nipples, screwed between metal clamps, ran on short chains to the ends of their bit gags, ensuring that their breasts were hoisted high by the tips.
She paused briefly between the fence posts, admiring their leggy forms as they pranced around and around, breathing hard through their noses. Apple Dumpling and Noel were quality ponies. The efforts of their trainers plainly showed as they promenaded around the ring, ass muscles clenching, tits swinging, teeth set into the leather bits. Apple Dumpling, with her slim waist and cantaloupe-sized breasts, was particularly fetching. Her breasts were so large and heavy, her nipples stretched quite long in order to hold them up off her chest. Each step jolted Apple Dumpling’s breasts and wrenched at her nipples, but the pony didn’t falter in her pace.
One of the trainers noticed her and nodded. “We got new tail-plugs in,” he called. “The coloring is a perfect match for Noel here.”
“Wonderful,” she said, pleased. “Make sure to update her profile photos. That old tail didn’t do her beautiful hair any justice.”
She lingered a little longer, watched as the trainers introduced hurdles into the run. The sight of the hard-working ponies’ breasts flying, buttocks quivering, stirred the Mistress’ blood hotly.
Inside the little stable, Pearl was sharing Petal’s stall. The two ponies, hands encased in fingerless mittens and their crotches safely secured in chastity belts, were rubbing against one another. A hopeless endeavor, but she supposed they enjoyed the sensual feel of each other’s lovely bodies. Pearl, a relatively new addition, had been selected specifically because she bore an uncanny likeness to Petal. When they writhed against one another and their faces were twisted in identical expressions of abject desperation, they were alike enough to appear as identical twins.
At present, Pearl straddled Petal’s chest and was feverishly sucking at the pinned pony’s breasts, nipping harder and harder until Petal’s skin was rosy from her stablemate’s attentions and she was making high-pitched whines.
The sound of feminine crying drew the Mistress farther into the cool barn, smelling so keenly of hay and leather. Two stalls down, a new acquisition, Chiffon, was whimpering. A high-spirited and spoiled woman, Chiffon had proven to be recalcitrant and willfully stubborn. Her misbehavior earned her a hard night’s punishment.
Orgasms – restricting, withholding, inducing – was a tightly-controlled aspect of their training. As long as the women behaved and performed well, they received orgasms for a reward. Edging them and keeping them primed for climax made them eager to perform to their best of their abilities. Orgasms also kept them happy and placid. Forced orgasms could turn even the most defiant woman into a slavering, docile creature.
Chiffon had spent the night on her back. Her limbs had been carefully strapped down, her body immobilized until she couldn’t even wriggle. Two dildos set on a relentlessly steady pace continuously pumped in and out of her two holes. The machine was programmed to change speeds and increase intensity, as well as self-lubricate. What it had not been programmed to do was permit Chiffon an orgasm.
Chiffon lay limply there, bleating insensibly from behind an inflatable gag. Her nipples were stiff little peaks. Her body twitched in her stern bondage, lurching uncontrollably and quite uselessly as the rods worked away at her sensitive tissues.
Chiffon saw the Mistress standing there. She raised her glazed eyes to the Mistress’ face, pleading with stifled gasps and mewling.
“What a sorry face,” the Master of the estate laughed.
She turned, pleased to see her husband. “I expected you would be on that phone call until lunch!”
“I’ve been spending too much time away fro my lovely wife,” he replied. “I thought I’d spend some time with her today instead.”
She curled up against him, and they kissed warmly to the sounds of Chiffon’s begging.
“Whose idea was this? Yours, my love?”
“Yes,” she said. “And now Chiffon will do anything I want, won’t she?”
Chiffon made a muffled, keening noise.
“I think I shall release her and make her prove it,” her husband said.
He unlocked the stall door and walked inside, palming the poor slut’s heaving flesh. Once Chiffon was released from her bondage and the dildos pulled from her holes with a sloppy, wet sucking noise, she crawled frantically to her Master, nuzzling his cock with her entire face. He made use of her mouth-hole readily, and he shared a knowing smile with his wife as the now-docile pony girl submitted to her face-fucking.
After they left Chiffon safely locked back in her stall, sleeping on her side, they strolled hand in hand to visit the other end of the barn.
Buttercup was her personal cow, a second wedding present from her husband. She had black hair and fair skin, which almost made her call the cow Snow White. The cow’s ample breasts were especially noticeable on her slender frame.
Buttercup was crouched inside a wire cage, kneeling with her hands bound and tied off to the top of the age. Her rounded breasts hung down below her, the teats turgid and puckered. She was pulling at her wrists and rolling her shoulders; her breasts were quite heavy with milk and it was clear she was experiencing some discomfort from the fullness.
“She tastes delicious,” the Mistress confided. “She hasn’t quite gotten up to the volume we want her to be producing, but I’m confident she’ll get there. Buttercup wants to be a good milk producer for me, doesn’t she?”
The Mistress’ personal cow mooed in response, blushing. Her owned stretched a finger inside and stroked her fluffy hair.
“We’ll milk you now, poor thing,” the Mistress cooed in dulcet tones. She leaned back against her husband, feeling his stiffening cock press back against her. She continued dreamily, “I’m going to put three quarts of our special cleansing solution in you, Buttercup. You’re going to hold it while your Master takes his pleasure in your cunt. You will be so full of milk and enema and your Master’s cock; you’ll never have felt so filled up before in your life, I promise you. You’re going to hold all of your enema until you make me come with your darling mooing mouth, aren’t you? And after that we’ll milk you and it’ll feel so good for you, I promise. Doesn’t that sound nice? Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
Buttercup’s face gave her answer. Her expression was a twist of despair and some fear but there was also excitement there, a dreadful sort of anticipation that both the Master and Mistress would make use of her body. She wet her lips with her tongue as the Mistress bent to unlatch the cage.
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