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“I know you don’t like it under the desk, so lets play a game.”
“you don’t have to go back under until you beg for it.”
“By the way, I’m not going to stop fucking you until you beg to go back under the desk.”
30 min later…
“please Sir let your dirty little slut suck You off from under Your desk!!!!!”
My girl truly is a treasure.
As expected, once she had arrived at the hotel room she chose to carry out the session in, she was stripped and restrained instantly. Even as the ball gag was put in place to stop her screams from resounding throughout the hotel, all she could think about was the orgasms in store. It was only when the vibrator was strapped to her that she realised this could be more intense than expected; the way it clasped so tightly to her already wet pussy made her tingle at the thought of not being able to escape the vibrations.
As she had requested, the man who tied her did not interact with her, he simply made sure she was secured and helpless to stop the vibrator from working her body relentlessly. It was only after the first orgasm hit her hard and suddenly, that she realised just how much of an effect having such unyielding vibrations against her post-orgasmic clitoris truly would be. Having thought that the sensations would rise and fall again and again, this was a shock; to feel the vibrations drill through her clitoris was too much to handle. Each orgasm afterwards seemed to hit harder than the last, no matter how much she tried to scream out and pull on the restraints, nothing would give in. Orgasm after orgasm torn from her body without mercy, this was what it was to truly be forced to orgasm.
This was a joyous torment that she had long fantasised about, never expecting it to become a reality, yet if she knew it would feel like this, never would she have selected the service to last for the whole night.
Now, I know that you were both excited for and slightly dreading my next few weeks of traveling for business. You were excited because I told you that while I traveled, I would no longer be controlling your orgasms. I know also know its something your dreading.
I’ll be in different time zones and largely unavailable, and I know that with your conditioning cumming on your own just isn’t as satisfying. I’m afraid you’d just spend the next few weeks masturbating furiously, and by the time I return, you’d have desensitized your clit with your toys and I’d have to re-do all your training.
However I’m a man of my word. I won’t be controlling your orgasms while I’m traveling. This is Angie. She will be in charge while I’m gone. She’ll make sure your conditioning stays in place and that you don’t get out of control.
She’ll document how things go while I’m gone, and keep me up-to-date in my travels. From interviewing her I know that she really loves to see girls like you being teased and kept horny. Again, I won’t be in control so I’m not sure if she’ll even let you cum at all.
What I do know is that your conditioning will still be in place when I return. I’ll miss you and look I’ll forward to Angie’s updates every day and talking to you when I can.
Have a fun few weeks!
Personally, I love the context. Looks like pantyhose opened for teasing, and the lack of movement while she teases that pussy suggests some kind of restraint. Imagine the delicious and devious pleasures to unfold here!
Ah, oh god. Chewing at my knuckles in my seat, I can hardly handle this. What a delicious scenario! Can you imagine this with feathers poised and ready for teasing? Nnf.
For you? Oh yes, it reminds me that my local drug store (Walgreens) sells a diabolical collection of brushes for under $7. For others? I also think a few experimental love taps with my belt would be… very illuminating.
Oh, why not?
What I like about this kind of art is that it goes in places you don’t expect. Given the submitted images to inspire the story in response to amarantalilly’s request, I didn’t expect this at all. 🙂
- I had some other ideas on what to submit, but this one looks just fine, I think. I look forward to seeing what you do with it 🙂 Assuming that this picture gets chosen, of course.
Nice submission! Thank you! Here’s what I did with it…
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“Bathtime”
© 2013 Amaranta Lilly
‘We’re going out,’ he murmurs in my ear. ‘I’ve drawn you a bath. Let’s get you in it. I want you looking your best for me tonight.’
‘Where are we going?’ I ask as he leads me to the bathroom.
‘That’s for me to know and you to find out,’ he replies with a wicked smile. I know better than to ask more questions, but my curiosity is burning. I love when Master takes me out.
He swats each of my butt cheeks as I get into the tub. I sink into the lovely, warm, bubbly water and sigh contentedly. Master takes the sponge and begins to gently, lovingly wash all over my body. When he lingers a moment longer over my breasts, and then moves downwards and washes – far too quickly for my liking – between my legs, I cannot help but moan. Then he takes down the shower-head, switches on the water and rinses me off. I let out a happy purr. When I am all clean, he pulls the plug and the water begins to drain away. I go to get up.
‘Did I tell you to get out?’ he growls.
‘No, Master…’
‘Then stay right where you are. Sit back. Spread your legs.’ I hurriedly obey, putting one foot up on the side of the tub. Master’s hand slips between my legs and he rubs me. Even I am surprised at how wet I am. My head tips back and my eyes close in bliss. I feel first one finger, then two, pushed into me. Then, with his free hand, Master aims the powerful jet of water from the shower-head right at my clit.
Oh, God, it feels so good. The pleasure is almost too much. I am moaning and squirming uncontrollably. He tells me what I desperate little slut I look, which only heightens my arousal still further.
With Master’s fingers inside me and the water pummelling my sensitive nub, it feels like no time at all before I feel the edge approaching.
‘Master, I’m going to come…’
‘Not without permission, you’re not.’
‘Please Master… please let me come?’
My pussy tightens. I’m there… I’m there, I’m going to….
The stimulation stops. The jet is removed from my clit and Master’s hand is withdrawn. I let out a cry of frustration and look up at Master imploringly.
‘Please, Master…’
‘Please what?’
‘You know what,’ I whine.
‘Oh, you want another edge? I think that can be arranged.’ I shake my head, but Master just grins and aims the shower-head once more at my aching cunt.
‘Let me come,’ I beg, grinding my hips desperately.
‘Do you need it that badly?’ he asks.
‘Yes!’
‘In that case…. no.’
It stops again. I cry out in unfulfilled arousal. ‘Get out,’ Master says, switching off the shower and getting a warm towel off the rail, which he wraps me in when he’s helped me up. ‘Go get dried off and make yourself look pretty for me. Wear something nice and revealing.’ I am still panting and still dripping wet between my legs. He laughs. ‘Mmm… that was a fun new way to edge you. I think we’ll do that again.’
In response, I can only whimper as my horny, wet, denied cunt clenches in frustration.
“One more thing. You’ll have to sit in a chair and watch a screen for twenty minutes without looking away. Then we’ll let you rest.”
Of course, they had already noted that she involuntarily closes her eyes when she cums, and many of the subliminal messages flashing on the too-bright screen reinforced that. Meanwhile, the other subliminal messages seeped in. Once she almost made it, so the therapist started tormenting her nipples while assaulting her with a confusing range of questions and she looked at him in shock before she could stop herself. Laughing, he set a timer for her and left her alone. Amazingly, she kept staring at the screen, determined, and when it went off she looked at him, relieved, frantic for this to end so she could rest. He merely laughed again. “Awww… I set this for nineteen and a half minutes so I could encourage you during the final stretch!”
Helpless and hopeless, anyone watching the tape the next day could see it plainly – she simply gave up, gave in to the next huge orgasm she had been trying to hold back, and accepted that the promise of rest was hollow.
Rape scares me – consensual nonconsent, though? Horrible turn on, one I probably shouldn’t have. My legs shouldn’t quiver at the idea of you pushing me up against the wall and taking me, forcing me to do everything your mind craves, without me saying a word. Then again, maybe they should, because they tremble at the thought. When I told you about my ‘rape fantasy’ – you smiled, didn’t say anything about it, so I let it go. Maybe it was as strange as I thought it was…
A few weeks later, I was sleeping – soundly, mind you, despite the fact you were working late, and I hate the bed when you’re not in it. The sound of the door opening doesn’t wake me up anymore, because I know you’re the only one that has a key. The sound of footsteps up the stairs doesn’t startle me, because I know yours so well – and even the press of your knee onto the side of the bed doesn’t make me jump, because I know your weight.
All these things I knew didn’t matter – because when your hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me from the bed, my heart sunk. I let out a scream, my arms flailing pointlessly, because within moments you had me pinned to the wall so roughly it knocked the wind out of me. I knew it was you, I could smell you, feel you – I know you. But something in my head just – refused to let that by, refused to know that I was safe; so my lungs hitched, my body trembled, and you held my throat so tightly my face was flushing red.
Without much effort, you spun me around, used your belt to tie my hands – I was still struggling; not as fully as I could be, thrashing and whining, begging and crying; but, no kicking, because the back of my head screamed – DON’T HURT DADDY. Because – I knew… At least, I was SURE of it.
There was a pang of guilt in my stomach, worried that maybe it wasn’t you – and knowing that deep beyond that fear, I was enjoying it far too much, my panties already drenched; despite the fact the fear was driving, my pleasure was in the back seat screaming are we there yet.
When my hands were secure, and my face was pressed hard to the white wall, your hands started to trail. “If you move, you’ll regret it.” your voice low – your voice, I knew it was yours, but it still sent shivers through my spine. I didn’t even nod, because I knew better; but my jaw clenched so tight my head ached, my knuckles balled into fists so hard my hands lost color; all while yours were trailing down my bare back to run across the black fabric of my panties, diving between my legs.
I could hear you smile. “Oh, little slut is enjoying this.” you laugh lightly – you knew I would, that’s just not fair. I can’t help but whimper; which brings your hand back up to my neck while you lean in, huffing words hot on my flesh. “Don’t make any fucking noise.” despite knowing it’s your voice, it’s one that scares me into place. Your fingers drop back to rub me slowly through those lacy little things that you quickly get frustrated with, yanking them away and tossing them aside.
It’s not long before curious, rough fingers push into me, forcing a loud whine from my lips – one I try and swallow, but it refuses to be contained. You ignore it, because it’s what you want, you want those sounds, you crave them. So your fingers move faster, harder, coaxing more yelps and whimpers out of your girl, even a couple of low moans fall slowly – and then a louder one.
I don’t even know what happened then, honestly, but I’m on the floor, under you. One hand on my neck, the other smacking roughly against my wet cheek, pulling more tears from my eyes. “I said no sounds.” your hand drops, tugging yourself free of those cruel jeans that confine you – there’s no teasing, you just force your way into me. The hand on my neck moves, your fingers stuff themselves into my throat, making me gag.
Rough, violent, fast paced – fucking. Your body moves so fervently against mine that I can already feel the bruises forming at my hips, my thighs; tears streaming hot down my face, coughing every so often at the wiggle of your fingers. I can’t help but moan, which just pushes those digits against the spots that make me gag. “You better cum for me, you little slut.” – how can I not? As soon as you say it, I shudder and shake, moan and slightly hate the fact that I enjoy this so much that my muscles betray me, wrap tighter around you, forcing you over your own edge.
When it’s over and done with, you leave me there, on the floor, shivering and shaking, shuddering, crying, bruised and coated in cum. I don’t bother to get up when you leave the room – my body is too weak, if I tried to stand on the noodles I call legs, I’d fall back down.
A few moments of silence pass and you come back in, flicking on the light, smiling down at me while drawing a towel along your body. No showers, you want to let the scent of us linger on our forms, so we fall asleep able to think of nothing but that moment. Suddenly delicate hands move along my body, undoing the belt and tossing it aside, yanking me up and wrapping arms around me. “Good girl.” you whisper, there’s no need for anything else.
Now, laying in bed, my body, still shivering, pressed flush to yours, you hold me tight, placing a soft kiss behind my ear, huffing something sweet. “Thank you, Daddy.” I manage – the first words in a while. You don’t say a thing, just smile, proud of yourself, and your little princess.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
*shivers*
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Holy shit
This is hot and terrifying at the same time.
Yum! 🙂
By the way, the movie that gif is from can be watched here.
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