trust-power-pleasure:

thestateneedsyouhorny:

If you cum, you’ll be wearing the cage that’s been locked on his cock for the last month.

“But, Sir…”, he moaned, “…how am I supposed to…aaaoowhh…hold back…?”

“Maybe the first step would be to stop humping, right, boy?”, I answered grinning.

“But…god…it’s so warm…can’t stop it, please, Sir…please, may I cum?”, he begged.

“But of course, little one.”, I said. “You already got my permission. But after you came you’ll be locked with his cage as long as he can control himself. But I am sure you’d do him a favor, wouldn’t he, boy?” I now spoke to Danny who was eagerly sucking on Damiens dick in hopes of receiving his long denied freedom.

A muffled ‘Mmmhhmmm’ was his response.

“God…I think I…I’m gonna go for it…screw it…”, Danny finally moaned. He grabbed the head of Damien with both of his hands and fully thrusted into the boys throat. The sudden stimulation let the boy gag but Danny didn’t slow down. With all his effort he fucked Damiens throat, holding the surprised boy in place with his tight grip, strengthened by the denial and desperation to cum.

It didn’t take long. Danny pressed the head of his fellow boy down to his croth and let out a cry of pleasure and frustration. He knew what he got himself into at this moment.

Damiens throat worked hard as he was forced to swallow the load of many weeks. He tried to pull away but Dannys sheer will to cum was stronger than the poor boys attempts to break free.

Finally Danny released his head and Damien fell back. They both breathed heavily.

Damien was the first one who recovered. He turned to me, knelt infront of me and gave me the best puppy eyes he had.

I petted his head. “Good boy, Damien, good boy.”, I praised him.

“Thank you, Sir.”, he answered and pressed his head against my hand.

“It’s time for your reward.”, I said and pulled out the small key. His eyes got brighter and he smiled happily.

Danny still lay on the bed and was unable to react to what was going to happen.

“Now, Damien.”, I said. “You know the procedure. Clean him up properly and prepare him. Then I am going to unlock you and lock him into that cage. From this point you’ve got one free orgasm. You can ask me everytime for it. But after you came the game begins anew. You’ll be locked back as soon as you came a second time. And like I know Danny he will do everything to make you fail as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Sir, I’m looking forward to it.”, Damien grinned and crawled back to Danny to clean him carefully.

“I’ll drive you insane, Damien.”, Danny said smiling while enjoying his last moments of freedom.

“Try it.”, Damien said with a cheeky grin.

I watched them play and tease each other. Such cute, little boys.
And they’re mine.

This is so sweet in the best way.

Lately Sir has taken to keeping a bag with her when we are out together. She won’t tell me what is inside of it, only that I would find out when the time is right.

Tonight we were out at a party. A small gathering of friends, talking and having a good time. Sir turns to me and tells me that it’s time to be inspected. Blushing, I kneel down before her, knees spread wide, skirt flipped up, exposing myself to Sir and our friends. Sir gently runs her outstretched finger along her toy’s pussy, careful to avoid any contact with her clit. Another finger joins, as she begins to test how readily her pussy will accept her fingers and being stretched, making a show of spreading me wide. “Acceptable” she declares and I breathe a sigh of relief. “Now turn around for me toy”. My face burns read as I comply. “I want to see you making eye contact with our guests toy.” Sir reminds me. “You need to make sure you entertain them.”

“Yes Sir” I reply, swallowing hard as her fingers begin to examine my ass.

“Spread these cheeks for me for me, and lower your chest to the ground toy.” Sir commands, as I reach back and hold myself open for her. Exposing myself more deeply to the room. I feel sir insert the tips of two fingers into my asshole, spreading it open wide for her to look inside.

“Oh dear toy…” Sir’s voice sounds heavy and disappointed and I feel my stomach sink and pussy gush. “We have been slacking too much on your cleanings lately. We are going to have to fix this right now. Go fetch my bag for me, and come back here presenting for me again.” Sir gives me a swat to spur me on.

I crawl to fetch Sir’s bag, dreading what is coming. I plead with Sir silently to not do this here, not in front of everyone, as I present the bag to her. She however, is immune.

“You know the procedure toy, get into position for me” Sir says, as she removes the restraint from the bag. “Hands between your ankles now. We know how much your cleanings turn you on, and I simply cannot trust you not to touch in that horny desperate state.”

I moan quietly that a room full of people now know that not only am I regularly forced to receive enemas, and that I will receive at least one tonight in front of them, but that unrestrained I can’t be trusted not to rub myself as they make me even more desperate, and assume the position. Being restrained like this provides full access to my ass and pussy, unable to stop anything. Unable to prevent the entire room from watching my pussy drip.

Sir places the gag in my mouth next. She believes that hearing a toy moan and make sounds is hot, however toys do not need words. She explains to the room that when she wants to know how I feel about something, she asks her pussy instead. That it’s much more honest with her than a toy could be. She tells them that in fact, it was her pussy that gave her the idea to clean me in front of all of them tonight. “I have such a wonderful desperate and needy, depraved little toy” she tells them proudly.

Next she sets about inserting the nozzle in my exposed ass, while handing the bag and tubing off to a friend to prepare. She does this outside of my reach so I have no idea which bag she brought with her, and how much torment I am in for. I suspect that if she went to this trouble, she probably brought the large one.

She makes a show of inserting the nozzle. Teasing my asshole with it. She tells me “I’m terribly sorry I haven’t been doing my job properly, and putting enough attention to my toy’s cleanings lately. This is why it’s so important that now that I have noticed we fix this negligence right here and right now. You know that you need to be clean for me to be a good toy for me. I know that this is what you need. That even as your eyes say no, that pussy of mine is dripping”. She spreads some of her dripping pussy onto my thighs, forcing me to acknowledge how turned on I am, despite the shame.

The nozzle is seated inside of me, and inflated so that it won’t go anywhere until she is ready. “I’m connecting the tubing now. We have such a lovely full bag for you here, I think this will clean you out quite nicely. I’m going to fill you very slowly tonight though slut. I want how badly you need and enjoy this to entertain us for a long time. Get ready, because here it comes”.

A moment passes and I begin to feel the first trickles inside of me. Warm and pleasant, but not nearly enough, and I squirm around in frustration and desperation, knowing that at this rate it will take forever to be filled. An hour or more, of being exposed, of being watched, of having my pussy drip in front of everyone. An hour before I’m even expected to start holding it for Sir’s pleasure and entertainment, since holding time can’t begin until everything is inside of me.

Sir announces to the room “And this round of squirming, is due to the fact that toy has realized that at this rate they will not be full for a very long time. Yes toy, it will be more than an hour. You see, despite how much it turns toy on, toy is not allowed any stimulation during filling, holding or expulsion. It is meant to be a meditation time for it. A time for toy to focus on it’s desperation, it’s needy clit, and how much its need and desperation please me. To focus on pleasing me through its desperation and submission rather than any pleasure. Then, after toy has expelled the enema and is clean, toy is thoroughly teased both anally and in my pussy, before being put away wet, desperate and dirty again. In fact toy, tonight, I brought your favorite toy with me for you to wear home.” she states excitedly, like telling a dog you brought them a treat, as she reaches into her bag and pulls out my chastity belt and two inflatable dildos. She places them in front of my head. “I’ll just leave these here for you to ponder and fantasize about while you’re filled and holding for me”. I shudder, edging from the stimulation of the enema and the force of her words alone, as the toys come into my view. “That was the reaction I thought that you’d have to that toy” She says patronizingly. “How entertaining. I think this is going to be a fun evening for us” she concludes, and then resumes talking to her friends.

Almost

friedcherryblossomprincess:

True to form, when Alouette came home I sobbed my heart out to her about how much I love her and how turned on I am. I didn’t fly to her because I fumbled one of my crutches. She came to sit on the arm of my chair and hold me and kiss me. She fetched my collar and made me feel safe and loved for when Master got home. ♥

After dinner we played with toys. Master had me lift up my skirt and, with some probing and teasing, put one of our butt plugs into me. Not one of the harsh one. An “easy” one. They gave me our magic wand, Nemesis:

And had me play with her. But no touching my pussy. The attention to be on my butt plug, pressing Nemesis into the base of that. Feeling the vibration rippling through it. What that does, definitely enough sensation to cum. Definitely.

“Is it hard, Princess?”

It is. Of course it is.

“Tell me this isn’t enough to make you cum. That will help.”

Ugh, help.

I told them, desperately:

“This isn’t enough to make me cum.”
“This isn’t enough to make me cum.”
“This isn’t enough to make me cum.”

Trying to convince them and me.

I tried to breathe slow and even, to just feel the rhythm of the words, to let that carry me away from the sensations that are making me tense all my stomach muscles to resist, that are making me curl up into a ball until Alouette lifts my chin up to face Master. Away from the sensations that are making my breath get shorter and shorter, my voice get squeakier and screamier.

And what did I feel? I wanted to not want to, that would be easier. But no. I wanted an orgasm so much and it was so close. I felt it gathering force, electric spasms in my thighs, felt it like cruel fingers tormenting the soles of my feet, my heart racing, my pussy clenching with the need to something to touch it, to fill it. So wet. So much. I wanted to not want to but I burned for an orgasm.

All the more so because knowing they love to see me struggle so turns me on. And she twisted her hand in my hair so I couldn’t look away from him. Couldn’t not see how much he was enjoying me trying so hard for them.

Trying not to only made me want it more and forced me to try harder which only made me go back around that circle again until I was whining and screaming and crying with frustration and still trying to repeat for them as clearly as I can:

“This isn’t enough to make me cum.”
“This isn’t enough to make me cum.”
“This isn’t enough to make me cum.”

But it was. I knew it. They knew it. I could see it in their eyes. Their smiles. I could feel it in the way Alouette kissed my cheek and shushed me when I sobbed. We knew.

Master took Nemesis out of my hand and switched her off. He told me it’s okay to stop. “I know you don’t want to,” the love in his eyes, and in her eyes too made me feel like I was trying to breathe glass. My chest hurt. “Good girl.”

They kissed me and held my clawing hands away. They stroked me and I burrowed my head into his chest and sobbed helplessly for the need I want to not have but love to feel and for the orgasm I get so turned on not to have.

When they slipped their hands under my dress to feel how very wet this made me, it was almost enough. But I’d already slipped back away from the abyss. Almost is enough to make me shudder. Almost is enough to make me shed tears. Almost is enough to make me curse like a sailor. But almost is still only almost.

Making love afterwards was a release. Alouette leading me down to share kisses and Master’s cock with her. Master and I kissing our way down her body to reach her. To make her cum and me see rainbow colours. Their orgasms aren’t mine. But… almost. Almost.

cynicaldom:

I deny @amysubmits orgasms at random intervals to confuse her expectations. On very rare occasions I’ll let her cum on the first ask. And on other rare occasions I won’t allow her to cum for several days. I don’t want her to anticipate and prepare for my denial. I want her emotionally invested in cumming before I deny her.

I don’t demand that Amy instantly cum on command. But when she asks to cum she is required be very close to already cumming. If I give her permission and she fails to cum within a certain short period of time she has violated a rule. Rule violations require severe spankings in our relationship. I want her truly on the edge of cumming when I deny her.

As I edge her closer and closer to more and more powerful would-be orgasms, The stakes of the temptation are increased. She could feel incredible pleasure if she just didn’t listen to my instructions.

She submits and eventually I allow her to cum. She shakes, screams and ridiculously flails her arms about as she deals with her orgasm .
Every time we reinforce the lesson that the highest levels of pleasure she will feel is in submission to me.

denied-and-dripping:

From now on, your body and orgasms are MINE to control. I will limit you. Restrain you. Torment and edge you to the screaming brink… all so that you’re constantly vibrating with intense need and frustration. Why? Why not, slut? You’re mine to do with as I see fit. That’s my cunt between your legs. And if I say it never cums again, then it never cums again. Simple as that.

denied-and-dripping:

She had performed beautifully.

When she sucked his cock, at first it had repulsed her to have him spray his seed on her face. He told her it was how he marked his property. She called it disgusting. Her punishment was to be locked in the belt and assfucked like a cheap whore. She’d screamed and cried, begging him for mercy. Choking out apologies. His response had been to pull out, spin her around, and cum on her face again.

That had been a year ago.

The first time he’d shared her with his friends, she had been horrified and shocked. She’d still been in the belt – her pussy untouched since that fateful day – and for a moment she had a perverse moment of delight. If she was shared, he’d be unlocking her… right? Instead, she’d been bent over an end table and assfucked again… but this time it was while someone else roughly fucked her mouth while holding her hair.

She’d choked and gagged. Begged for mercy. Begged to have the belt taken off so she could cum. Instead, they all came on her face and across her back and ass. They covered her with several loads of cum before tying her to the table and leaving her there. Every now and then, someone would come over and fuck her mouth or ass again. As depraved as it was, it turned her on. Her pussy dripped through the belt at the stimulation.

That had been nine months ago.

Her first edging session had, at first, seemed like heaven. After so long in the belt, it was a relief to have it taken off for something other than a cleaning. But instead of mercy, she was strapped down to a table and edged until she was bawling her eyes out. Her pussy juices had made a puddle on the tabletop when he finally relented after hours and hours of torture. He’d run his hand through it and wiped it on her face before gagging her and taking her ass again.

This became the norm. Three times a week – sometimes more – she was tied down and edged until her pussy seemed to swell and encompass her entire world. Nothing she did could take her mind off her burning need to cum. Even when he clamped her tits, or flogged her, it seemed to stoke that fire in her pussy even more.

That had been six months ago.

She met his new mistress one night. At first, her mind reeled at the implications. But before she could think too much of it, he’d shoved her on the bed and tied her there. His new girl – a young teen named Kylie – rode her mouth for several hours and came gratuitously on her face. Her Master fucked her ass, and then fucked Kylie right above her. She screamed and begged for an orgasm. For anything. Instead, her Master shoved Kylie’s used panties in her mouth and tied them in with her leggings while he continued to fuck her.

They slept next to their chaste, horny slave that night. Several times they awoke and fucked like bunnies next to her while she could only sob in tortured agony. Midway through the night, her Master had clamped her tits and hooked her up to an e-stim unit that shocked her randomly for the rest of the night. It had turned Kylie on so much to watch her scream that they’d ended up fucking over her face again.

That had been three months ago.

While she knelt on all fours and hungrily devoured Kylie’s pussy like the obedient, mindless fucktoy she’d become, her Master pulled her away and shoved her against the wall. Kylie played with her clit while she was brutally fucked against the wall like a two dollar whore. She was so grateful for the attention – the first time she’d been penetrated since he’d brought Kylie home – that she found herself on the edge. She started begging to cum, desperate.

“If you cum, you’re going to be locked up for twice as long. Two years. No relief except edging sessions. You’ll serve me… and Kylie… and anyone else I bring in. Whenever. Wherever.”

She nodded, babbling incoherently. She’d do anything. Anything to tip over that edge. “YES!” she screamed at last. “FUCK! GOD, ANYTHING! JUST MAKE ME CUM!!”

“Then cum, slut. And accept your fate,” he growled in her ear.

As soon as she tipped over the edge, a scream tearing at her throat, he pulled his cock roughly from her ass. The scream of pleasure turned into a wail of disbelief and misery as she collapsed to the ground, shrieking in tortured agony and pawing at the belt. Her pussy spasmed emptily inside the metal prison, leaking profusely as the ruined orgasm tore through her.

Her Master laughed, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to look at him. “Two years, slut,” he said, shaking her roughly before he forced her tear-streaked face down onto his cock. “Enjoy them, whore. Because I’m going to enjoy making you suffer.”

As she gagged and choked on his cock though her tears, she caught sight of Kylie sitting in the chair behind him. Her legs were thrown over the arms and she was furiously rubbing her clit, the fingers of her other hand pounding in and out of her cunt as she jerked and twitched in a powerful orgasm. The slave sobbed mindlessly, her mouth reflexively sucking off her Master, even as she came to the realization that orgasms were a thing of the past to her. She would spend the next two years in a tortured haze of orgasm denial. 730 days of pure agony with no way out and no mercy.

That was two days ago.

femaledenial:

Warning, she gets LOUD.

femsubdenial:

turned-on-dom:

She can’t escape from the constant pleasure surging through her clit as the Hitachi is pressed against her pussy

Don’t worry, pet. I know I’ve been making you cum again and again until you’ve lost count, but that’s okay. I’ve been keeping count yesterday and today. My promise to tease you and let you cum “once or twice a week this year, on average” is still a promise.

eenslaved:

“Nooo,” she sobbed.

“No, you don’t want to show our guests what a good wife you are?” Mark prodded gently. “No, you don’t want to come until your birthday?”

It was December. Helen’s birthday wasn’t for another four months.

She squirmed, perched on Mark’s knee. He waited patiently. Everyone else remained quiet, watching.

“Do you want to come?” Mark prompted.

“Yes,” Helen whispered.

“Then this is the way it’s going to be.”

He unzipped the long zipper that ran down the back of her gray woolen dress. Helen was naked underneath it. Her pussy was bare, and her nipples were hard.

Mark pressed her to sit down on the leather armchair, a solid and square piece of furniture. When Helen raised her legs and draped each shapely limb over each armrest, it split her very wide. They could see everything. They could see the little exposed bud of her clit, and the tight pucker of her anus. They could see she was wet.

Mark already had the equipment assembled nearby. He had known that his wife would capitulate. He kept his gestures slow and steady, so that everyone could witness how he coated the bulb of the hose with the thinnest layer of lube. They could see how he had to push the bulb firmly into Helen’s ass, how her anal ring stretched to fit around the width of the nozzle, and how it was swallowed up into her bottom-hole.

They saw – and heard – when he clicked the release valve. Warm water flooded her bowels, overcoming her body.

Helen panted. Her face was scrunched in an unhappy frown. One hand pressed against her stomach, which had begun to expand – just a little, but a noticeable bulge.

Mark knelt behind her. He gave her one of his hands to hold; Helen clutched it tightly as she began to cry. Mark’s other hand roamed freely down her body, groping and fondling this flesh that was his possession, his property. He touched his wife with every evidence that he owned her body, that he was the caretaker of her needs, the custodian who could incite her passions and deny her fulfillment, prolonging her torment for as long as he desired. He squeezed her breasts and drew at her nipples with long, rough tugs, pulling and pinching the pliant flesh.

Helen’s feet twitched in the air, drumming a bit against the leather armchair. Her thighs tightened and quivered. She massaged her stomach, which was surely cramping. Everyone watched her in silence, their mouths dry, while under their clothes, cocks leaked and pussies clenched wetly.

Mark’s hand drifted down Helen’s front to her cunt. His thumb brushed her clit and circled, rubbing, teasing. He slipped two fingers inside her pussy and began to thrust, pumping the digits in and out of her. She was so wet, they could hear how wet she was. They listened to how her pussy sucked wetly at Mark’s fingers.

The enema bag was empty. All that water had uncontrollably invaded Helen’s body, tormenting her terribly. Her panting was loud. Occasionally, she keened a little.

Mark had trained his wife well. She did not beg to release the contents of the enema, just held it inside of her with groans and grimacing. Her eyes were desperate. They couldn’t imagine how Mark had trained her not to ask. They could see how desperate and urgent her situation was, could see for themselves that she was wondering how long he would make her hold the enema. That must have been so terrible – to not know how long her torture would last, to not know in the face of her guests watching her hold it.

“You’re going to come for us, Helen,” Mark said placidly, continuing to frig her. “You’re going to scream when you come hard, aren’t you? You can’t help yourself.”

“Nooo,” Helen moaned. Her eyes were wide and unseeing with humiliation.

“Yes,” Mark told her. “You’re being fucked so good up the ass by your enema in front of all your guests, and you love it so much that you’re going to come screaming.”

Helen sobbed. Mark kissed her neck, the side of her face tenderly, even as his fingers moved faster, plunging in and out of her cunt. They could see that Helen wanted to come as much as she didn’t want to, not in this humiliating position, bearing two quarts of water inside her.

“Press down on your stomach now,” Mark directed. “Just like I would.”

Helen pressed down, groaning loudly. She was trying to curl up into herself, and she had drawn her legs up even higher.

“Knees apart,” Mark reminded in a warning tone. “That’s it. That’s my Helen being a good wife.”

Helen screamed. Her body seized up in a hard, wailing climax. Mark never stopped fucking her with his fingers. Over that wet, slippery, sloppy sound, Mark said to their guests, “Helen is not allowed to come without something filling her bottom-hole. Fingers, toys, an enema, whatever. She’s started to beg me to put things in her ass. She’s learned it’s the only way I’ll let her come.”