Tag: teasing

eenslaved:

Fictional, erotica, characters over 18, etc. All about the sexual humiliation, this one. Oh and orgasm denial.

Their divorce had been a friendly one. They married young, before they knew who they really were. They remained friends who cared about one another and expressed interest in each other’s lives. She attended his second wedding and gave the couple a lavish gift, shyly received by the new bride, who was more than a little intimidated by her predecessor. Later at the reception, she had the opportunity to give him a more private gift. 

“Your bride won’t like this gift as much,” she said with a smile.

He was not as reticent as his bride in receiving the wedding gift; instead he laughed broadly and promised to use it that night. 

A few days later, he sent her an email that thanked her for the gift and noted, You were correct, she hates this gift. She has yet to realize that the more she hates it, the more I love it, and the more time I’ll spend playing with it and her.

Over the first year of his new marriage, they had various occasions to see each other. His second wife was always polite and friendly, if not a little reserved. It was obvious Mark had kept his wife in the dark about her second wedding gift.

One day Mark called her. 

“Regina,” he said, after they had dispensed with warm pleasantries. “I want to ask you a favor.”

He was going out of town for a week. Normally, his young wife would accompany him, but he was displeased with something she had done. She was being punished, he told her. Would Regina mind supervising his pet wife for the week? He trusted no one else to ensure that the punishment he had meted out was adhered to.

Unspoken was his desire to see his new bride humbled and humiliated to have to obey his first wife.

She leaned back and crossed her legs. “Why, yes. I think I can find of some uses for her,” she told him.

“Consider it a small repayment for your wedding gifts.”

So the arrangements were made, and three days later, she had herself a new pet. And oh, how wonderful it was to have Mark’s sweet young thing crawling at her feet. Scrubbing the floors nude, hobbled by chains that kept her nose just inches from the ground. Licking her shoes. Nuzzling her face and soft warm breath into Regina’s cunt.

Most delightful of all of course playing with the pet.

“Mark tells me that you hate my gift,” she murmured, tracing the edge of the steel belt. 

The pet’s eyes were wide with shock and humiliation. Regina could almost read her mind. Did she know, the pet was wondering, how she had suffered in this belt? How depths to which she had sank while wearing this belt, how she had debased herself? Had Mark told his ex-wife all the things she had done to try and get out of this belt? Did they talk about all the ways Mark tortured her so terribly, teasing her and making use of her body without ever letting her find climax? The belt had reduced her, time and time again, to an animal. To a thing. A thing that granted her husband great pleasure, over and over. The belt relegated her to being Mark’s fuck slut. Devoted, desperate fuck slut.

The worst thing Regina could have done to her was to take off the belt. Always under her supervision of course, so she could ensure the pet didn’t give in to temptation. But this was far worse for her because she could feel how nude she was, and yet she was strictly forbidden to touch her own sex. Her cunt throbbed and leaked and Regina could see it all without the covering of the belt. It was the most exquisite torture. Finally she was free of the belt, and nothing barred her way. Nothing stopped her except her own submission to her husband, and by extension, his ex-wife.

Oh, how Mark’s pet lapped and tongued between Regina’s leg, so eager to please. 

She was mindful of the need to exercise the pet. Regina proceeded to oversee the pet’s fitness maintenance, a regimen she improvised and tweaked. For instance, one such devised activity required the pet to perform squats repeatedly over a low-slung chair, plunging the protruding dildo into her cunt over and over again, but always at a very steady clip, kept in time by Regina’s steady, “Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up” until the pet was gleaming with sweat and her lovely thighs were quaking and she was begging so sweetly and sincerely for permission to come.

Regina liked especially to drop little pearls of hope for the pet. It was false hope, of course, since Mark had been clear that the girl was being punished this week. Yet it was ever so much fun to tease the poor girl.

“If you make me come before the broadcast returns, I’ll see what I can do about taking care of your hungry little pussy,” she would say during a commercial break, spreading her legs and putting her heels up. The pet would dive into Regina’s cunt, licking and tonguing frantically, but Regina was so much more disciplined than the pet and could always hold out.

And no matter how many times she dangled the bait, the pet always danced for it.

She might say, “I’m going to give you five minutes with this nice vibrator, and if you can keep quiet and hold yourself still for all of that, it’s yours to use for the night. But if you make a single sound or move even the teeniest bit, I’ll have to plug you and give you a good paddling. Do you think you can do that? Can you be a good girl?”

The girl always failed, but oh, she tried so hard. She tried so hard she would cry tears of frustration followed by tears of pain, but she always try again for Regina. She would struggle to bring her body back in position and wait for more.

One time Regina walked into the room to see the pet huddled on the floor, clawing at her belt, her pretty face scrunched with defeat. She merely looked at the pet for a long moment as the girl shuddered with shame. Uncaring of her humiliation, she had crawled on her belly over to Regina and kissed her feet and begged to be allowed to come.

“It’s only a week, dearest,” Regina said kindly, though she wondered. And she wondered at how good Mark’s training of his new wife had been, to have turned her so fervent for climax, for a good fucking.

eenslaved:

This is an excerpt from my ongoing novel about Chouchou (click for other installments set in this world). 

Benoît wasted no time in pulling off the long flowery dress and fondling his chienne’s assets.

“I missed seeing these and having them in my hands to squeeze,” he said, lavishing kisses upon each tip. “It’s a crime to cover them up.”

Chouchou clutched her master’s head, adoring the feeling of his hair sliding through her fingers. Their breathing mingled with the sounds of birds and insects. A lazy breeze stole through the trees, more warm than anything.

“We’ll eat a bit first,” Benoît said, pulling her down to recline beside him.

Benoît had raided the kitchen thoroughly. His basket was heavy with thin slices of ham, fruit, six types of cheeses, jars of jam and honey, a crusty baguette and some chocolate truffles. He brought chilled champagne and cold bottles of water. As Benoît sliced the bread, she poured liberal servings of champagne for them both.

He fed her from his fingers. When apricot jam dropped onto her breast, he licked it off. He was still clothed, and cavalier with his attire. While he fed her a bite of bread topped with cheese and jam, he fingered her slowly. Chouchou moaned in sheer delight, her legs falling wider, tipping up her hips in the meager hope that he might dole out more pleasure.

….

In short order, the gold clamps adorned her breasts, tightened until her begging became too shrill for his tastes. The curvy wood dildo was being steadily forced into her ass despite her whimpering. She cursed him in her mind. He knew she had brought that one in hopes of him using it in her pussy, where it was so good at rubbing her G-spot. She felt each curve of the knobbly wood penetrate deep into her rectum as she breathed harshly through her nose, gazed unseeingly off into the distance.

“Ah well, it seems that’s as far as it will go,” Benoît said regretfully some time later. He twisted the wooden dildo very slowly inside Chouchou as she quivered on all fours in the center of the blanket.

He turned his attentions to the rope, unspooling it from the neat coils. He dressed her in a brace of criss-crossing ropes, drawing upon the ends so she felt every constriction and pull. Her arms and legs were left free, but the rest of Chouchou’s body was ensnared in a restrictive rope harness. Each breath pulled the rope tighter between her legs and around her breasts and her elegant neck. The rope somehow made her flesh seem even more naked and exposed. She looked down at herself, disbelieving the sight of her own body, and when she looked back at Benoît, her eyes were hot and shining.

“Stand up, my pet.”

The three vibrators she had picked were taken out. Benoît turned all of them on, until their buzzy noises disrupted the evening quiet most lewdly.

“Stretch out your hands, Chouchou. Very good. Now, you’ll hold these delightful little toys and you won’t drop them, n’est-ce pas? Or I shall have to make you cry and scream, and you might scare all the sheep and cows. So be a good girl and hold tight to these. Ah! Keep your arms straight. That’s it. Good.”

The third vibrator he moved between her legs. Benoît knelt on the picnic blanket and looked up at her body, arms spread, legs spread. More beautiful than the stars beginning to appear above them.

He diddled the vibrator around her clit and watched her entire body tense. She clenched the other two vibrating toys in her hands.

“If I have to remind you again to keep your arms straightened, you’ll be sleeping on the floor of Sabine’s room tonight,” Benoît said casually. “Though you probably wouldn’t do much sleeping in her room. Sabine does seem to like to torture my chienne, doesn’t she?”

onedeadpoet:

Yes, you may touch but know if you start you cannot stop unless I say. But I know you’re too horny and blissed out to care about that right now, so by all means rub your little nub an make it feel sooo good. Slower, now. Remember what I just said. Cumming will forfeit all orgasms for 30 days. No, I’m not going to slow down.

Yet.

Tormenting Joanna

denied-and-dripping:

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Alright Joanna. Since you had so much fun humping your Mistress’s leg when I lent you to her, you’re going to give me your daily edges on various objects. For starters, you get to give me 25 edges a day, seven days a week, for two whole months. If you aren’t soaking through your panties by then, we’ll go for fifty a day for six months. If you are, maybe you’ll earn permission to cum. The caveat to this is that you can’t do more than five edges a day on the same object. That means you get to run around the house like a bitch in heat humping different things in the hope of edging your desperate little pussy. The other catch is that you have to keep your panties on. I don’t want you accidentally slipping over.

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What the hell are you doing? I told you – panties on. No direct contact with your slutty little pussy! How many edges did you do? All five? Well forget it. You’ve just voided your opportunity for mercy. From now on, I’m inviting those Mistresses over. Your denial time is fixed at six months… for now… and I’m going to take charge of your daily edges. I can’t trust you do do them right, it seems. Now you’ve gone and soaked the armrest of my sofa with your pussy juices… you’ll be punished for that too. Get out on the patio. I don’t care if people see you, get out there now!

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Maybe this will teach you to disobey me, slut. I’m going to edge that dripping cunt until you swear you’re going to go insane… and then edge you even more. No, stop begging. It won’t do you any good. Here, I’ll help you with that. There we go – no one can hear you through my hand anyway, and those bolts holding you down make sure you can’t thrash about and draw attention. See what a merciful Master I am? Unless you like being exposed like a little whore. Hm? Did your pussy just get wetter!? Maybe you do want me to show you off like the dripping denial slut you are.

Now you just stay there outside the window and behave. With your wrists and ankles bound like that, you can’t touch your sopping cunt… or cover yourself. Everyone walking by will see what a nasty, dirty slut you are. Look at you, you’re getting wetter by the second. What a little exhibitionist; you never told me about that side of you. I may have to capitalize off of it. Now, you stay right there while I call those lovely Mistresses I lent you to and get something set up for you until they arrive. Make sure to smile anyone who sees you.

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How’s that dildo feel? You like the way it fills you as it drills into your wet, horny cunt? I bet you do. Fucking slut. You sit there and enjoy that thing as it slides in and out of you. I coated it with numbing cream, so you won’t be able to cum, but at least you can remember what it feels like to have something pound your pussy while I wait for your ‘friends’ to arrive.

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Well, at least you remember your manners when confronted with your Mistress. Eat her pussy well enough and maybe she’ll go easy on you… though I doubt it. I told her about how you misbehaved and allowed your pussy to soak my furniture. She thinks you should be placed on probationary chastity for a year to see if it improves your behavior. I’m inclined to agree with her. We might just hinge your performance on how well you eat her pussy. She’s been horny and wet thinking of all the ways to torture you, so getting her off should be a breeze – even blindfolded. But every time you take your hands off her ass, you have to give her one extra orgasm. No buts, slut. Start sucking her clit; eat that pussy like your orgasms depend on it… oh wait, they do.

Well, you did ok, I suppose. She was satisfied, but still wanted to punish you. I told her to go ahead, as you can see. You get to spend the next few hours licking and sucking her toes while she toys your desperate pussy with that Hitachi. You know better than to even think about cumming, so you better find a way to warn her if you’re close to the edge. You’re not allowed to stop until her feet are cleaned and worshiped to her satisfaction, so I’d do a good job if you don’t want your pussy vibed for longer than necessary.

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Did I say your pussy wouldn’t be tortured anymore if you worshiped her feet properly? Of course not, Joanna. I said it wouldn’t be vibrated more than it needed to be. Silly slut, I never even once mentioned feathered. Although now, for complaining like a whiny slut, she gets to use the Hitachi again when she’s done. In the meantime, enjoy the tickly little feathers on your clit. I still haven’t decided whether or not you’ll spend a year in chastity or not, or whether I’ll stick with my original idea of edging you daily for six months. 

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God you scream loudly. Look, I’ll make this simple for you. If you cum, I’m locking you up and throwing away the key. She’s being merciful by whipping you when you get close. Instead of screaming for mercy–which she’s already giving you–why don’t you thank her after each strike? In fact, she’s going to give you fifty more edges and fifty more strikes, and you’re going to thank her for each one. Awww, is your pussy drooling? Do you want to cum? Well tough luck, Joanna. Suffer for us.

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Alright Joanna. You’ve suffered beautifully, so we’ve decided on your sentence. You won’t have to spend a year in chastity, so breathe a bit easier. Instead, we’ve decided to split the difference. We’re going to keep your cunt locked up for nine months, and share you the whole time. You will receive fifty edges a day, which will be the only time you are unlocked, and you will be the pleasure pet for both her friends and mine. That must be pure excitement making you rock your hips like that, hm? I know, we’re too good to you. Now, you just stay there on your knees like a good little slut – our friends are on the way. Hopefully they have as much fun with you as we do. If not, you’ll be the one punished for it. Nine months was just the minimum.

onedeadpoet:

I enjoy waking you up like this. The first thing you should feel are my fingers or lips helping to put you in the proper frame of mind to start the day. Your sleepy moans are cute. It won’t be long before they turn to pants as your juices begin to flow. You’re going to be so wet today, baby, I’m going to see to it.

femsubdenial:

desperatelywaitingforjuly:

Uh I just wanna curl up in someone’s lap and have them tease me and play with me

It’s difficult to describe to people how sexy and relaxing it is to watch good tv, ignoring the whimpers and begging of a good tease toy, leaning back on me, my hands idly spreading her wetness all over her clit, as her hips hump my fingers.

The episode ends.

The next begins.

And my hand keeps rubbing, pinching, starting, stopping.

When I have more time in my life, I want to go through an entire season of a show like that, two or three episodes at a time. I wonder, by the end, would humming just a few notes of the theme song make her squirm?