I gave you permission to touch your pussy, yes. I never gave you permission to play with your clit. You can come close. You can rub the edges of your wet, denied cunt. But the moment one of your fingers touches your clit, you’re done. Now, thank me and keep playing. I want to see how long you can last before you break.
No no sweetie, I can’t touch you directly. You’ve been denied for almost three weeks now and I think if I touched your clit straight away you might cum.
Its safer this way you see.
We both have goals remember: your’s was to finally get pleasure from your partners and mine was to be the partner you’d never forget.
I think we both are reaching our goals. Its just that my goal is exactly what I was expecting, and your goal…well, your goal is much worse than you ever imagined.
Alright. This is the first of the vibrating balls. Oh for Pete’s sake… stop squirming, slut! You just earned yourself an even harsher spanking when we’re done. I told you what would happen if I caught you playing with your pussy without permission. You did this to yourself, silly cunt.
There. That one fit nicely in your pussy. I bet it rubs your cunt in all the right places. Then again, a silly little slut like you could probably get off on fucking a thimble at this point. It’s been what…? Two months of denial? Three? Let’s say two – I don’t think it’s been three.
Alright. This one’s going in your ass. This should be fun. No, don’t tense up. Do I need to spank you now? While it’s going in? Relax! There you go, don’t make this worse than it has to be…
Alright. Both of those are in. Let’s see, does the remote have batteries? Yes. Good. Can’t wait to start tormenting you with this. Now, let’s start lacing up the rest of the leather.
That looks like it about does it. I’ll grab the locks in a minute to fully secure it, but those balls aren’t going anywhere. Now, you remember your punishment, right? With these teasy little spheres in your holes, you are going to join me for a walk. A nice, long walk down by the pier. And we’re going to find one person of each gender, and you’re going to orally service them before we head back. In public. Where people can see you.
I said stop squirming! This punishment isn’t negotiable. Ok, you asked for it. You’re getting fifty swats to each cheek. It’s a good thing you’re tied down, because your ass is going to be nice and rosy red for our walk. I might just have to start hiking up your skirt at odd times, or demand you wear a very short one to show off your spanked little ass. Now, quit squirming or it’s going to turn into 75 per side.
Jessica couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of her boyfriend the morning after enduring his first ever edging session with her the night before. Poor guy, Justin looked like he was still a dazed, exhausted wreck.
She had no doubt that his sleep had to have been restless, perhaps even agonizing. Jessica realized that she’d got carried away, last night bringing him to the edge far more times than she’d planned, especially since this was his first time. She was just having so much fun though… she found Justin’s helpless, pitiful reactions to each edge so adorable she couldn’t make herself stop.
As a result, Jessica knew his balls had to have been by far fuller, heavier, achier than they’d ever been before in his life. And by the time she stopped his poor cock was a quivering, drooling mess, no doubt totally unaccustomed to being kept helplessly trapped on the brink of cumming for hours on end.
Even as she slept peacefully next to him, if she’d briefly waken or stir during the night from Justin’s pitiful moans or whimpers the temptation woud be far too great for her to resist. Her silky fingers would instinctively find his cock…. sleepily and delicately teasing…. soft, butterfly caresses that would force his erection back in to a state of full, desperate, throbbing need…. and with a contented sigh Jessica would then stop…. leaving him trapped at the edge once more….. then, snuggle in to him and drift blissfully back to sleep.
Now, the next morning she smiled down at her poor boyfriend. Speaking softly, sweetly, Jessica murmured, “Justin…… sweetie……. good morning baby.” She giggled softly at his sleepy, incoherent moans, then with a playful pout sympathetically cooed, “Aww, poor baby…. did you not sleep so good last night?…. hmm?”
She grinned when again Justin moaned. Unfortunately for him, all he was doing was fueling Jessica’s desire for more. Unable to resist the temptation, she slipped beneath the sheets with him, softly kissed his cheek and purred, “Want me to make it all better for you, baby?” Before he could utter a sound her soft hand was once again on his cock, stroking maddeningly slowly. She smiled at his pitiful groan, cooing, “Shhhh…… just lie back and relax Justin…. we’re going to have some more fun… just like last night….. ”
With a wicked chuckle Jessica kissed his ear and in a sultry voice whispered, “You remember last night, don’t you baby?”
“I love a good bet. When you said you were bragging that you could fuck for hours without cumming I just had to bite. You were soooo eager to prove it you didn’t even blink when I proposed the bet that if you came when inside of me within 30 minutes you’d be my slave for the weekend. Of course I would be yours if you could hold out.
You were a little apprehensive when I suggested I cuff you to my bed but a few sexy whispers of things you could do to me when you won combined with a few coaxing strokes outside your jeans and you relented, confidence sky-high.
Needless to say you probably enjoyed the long blowjob, and I had to laugh when you thought I’d make you cum before you were inside of me. No, no, stud. Once you realized my game, it was far too late. A few dozen trips to the edge with my swirling and fluttering tongue and you were begging to try and get out of the bet. My panties stuffed into your mouth put a stop to that at least.
Over and over my lips would suck and taunt you, pulling out just at the last moment. Once you started twitching with only one lick beneath your hyper-sensitive crown I knew you were ready.
‘Ready to last 30 minutes, stud?’ I asked, giggling. You knew you were fucked, in more ways than one. ‘Don’t worry, you’ll look cute in my panties as you clean our apartment when my roommates get home.
Your reaction and protests made me even wetter as I began lowering myself ever so slowly over your poor cock. ‘The timer starts now!’ I said, pushing you to the hilt. You thought I’d humiliate you and make you cum right away. Nono…I’m going to make this last until your voice is hoarse and your muscles fatigued. I figure that might take around…29 minutes or so”
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.
Her orgasm was of no importance to him other than a treat she’d occasionally receive for good behaviour – or dozens of them in a row as a punishment.
What was of value to him was a cunt that was always wet for him, always eager to receive his cock.
A cunt that would tighten down on him with the delight of being filled after the constant, relentless edging ruined her will to defy him, resist him or even as much as prop up her own pride.
Whatever was going on in her head wasn’t relevant and had been replaced by the primal needs her body expressed, stripped of all shame and sense of propriety, whether she was rubbing her clit against the tip of his boot or begging for him to penetrate her ass at the very small chance he’d be touching her clit for the purpose of making her explode in the white light of the release she so desperately sought.
“Shhhh then let then see a Man touching what is his. Now let’s see what state all that edging this afternoon has left you in”
“Oh god.”
“You didn’t clean up did you?”
“No Sir”
“Mmmm I can tell. So wet and messy. I like it. You’re doing well”
“Oh god please Sir. Oh please not there”
“Mmmmm do try to sit still baby. Control yourself. You wouldn’t want everyone to know how desperate you are not to cum now would you. Breath. Hold it back. You can do it”
“Oh god oh god please oh oh oh”
“Mmmmm good. Leave your panties down like this. Just pull down your skirt. I may wish you touch you again”
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