I woke this morning with the wand pressed against my clit, my body squirming as my grogginess fell away. I became aware that my ben wa balls were already inside me, and it was already driving me completely wild. Blinking away the blurry vision I looked up at Miss, grinning her evil grin, stroking the boy at the same time.
At that point I lost it, my head jerking back against my pillow and my body convulsing. Miss kept the wand directly against my clit, driving me on harder and harder. I waved my arms at her to let her know I was done, feeling as though she hadn’t noticed, but without a word she just shoved the wand against me harder.
My climax ebbed, but never really ended. There were periods where I lay panting after a peak, but my pussy was still on fire and clenching, my hips bucking around. In contrast I noticed the noises the boy was making were much less pleasurable, and I looked over to see Miss jerking him harder than ever, a load of his cum already all over his cock and her hand & wrist now acting like lubricant for her post orgasm torture.
I couldn’t look for long, though, because quickly another climax ripped through me, making me screech and clench up tightly. “No, no, fuck” I gasped desprately, knowing even before saying it that it would be futile.
I don’t even know what time it was that Miss woke us up, or how long we spent like that, but when she finally switched off the wand, frustratingly moments before one of my peaks, I was sore and covered in sweat, my body shaking and jerking as I panted. Clearly worked up from the excitement, Miss turned the wand on herself and shrieked her way to an orgasm while we both recovered.
Miss presented our boxes with both of us still shaky. Inside mine were the ben wa balls from earlier in the week; the boy’s contained a pair of her panties which I recognised from earlier in the week, evidently unwashed. With that fantastic grin of hers she picked up the balls from my box, and while looking into my eyes leaned over me and began stuffing them into my wet and throbbing pussy.
I couldn’t help but be intrigued how the boy would be treated similarly with today’s gifts, not having a matching orifice, but he was simply made to wear them, his pulsing cock hanging amusingly through one leg hole.
Both done, Miss produced a marker pen and wrote across my hips, numbers counting down from ten to one, and one to ten across the boy. “We’ll call this one for now” she said sweetly, crossing out my number ten and his one. Nothing was mentioned about what would happen at zero, but it seemed unlikely to be a reward for something I could do so easily.
Breakfast was incredibly intense, my body so highly aroused and then the balls moving and knocking inside me. I spilled some milk while serving Miss’ cereal, and soon after had to steady myself against the edge of the table as I fought to hold back my orgasm. Miss had other plans, and spanked my ass hard; the sensation rang through the balls inside me and tipped me over the edge. I actually slumped to the floor and jerked, unprepared for the intensity of being made to cum while trying to hold back. Miss simply leant down, crossed off 9, then went back to her cereal, her free hand stroking the boy while he stood looking extremely uncomfortable.
I recovered my composure eventually, and finished with serving and clearing up. All of the morning Miss spent watching movies on Netflix; I can’t tell you which, though, since I was kneeling in front of her, with her toes continually rubbing my hypersensitive pussy. The boy was stood beside her, made to keep stroking his own cock in time with a flashing light Miss set up.
Fucking hell it felt like torture, desperately trying to hold off a climax that I knew would overtake me sometime; but I had to keep below ten. By the look on his face it was worse for the boy, though, every stroke making him almost wince and shudder; clearly post orgasm stimulation was very unpleasant for him.
Despite his obvious difficulties, I watched as he did manage to climax, his cum pulsing down onto a towel Miss left out. I had thought she was being optimistic, but apparently not; though it did take him some effort it would appear. Miss casually reached over and crossed 2 off his body, barely looking away from the TV. His face screwed up even more as he continued stroking, now with cum for lube.
I managed to hold off longer, but eventually the inevitable hit me and I jerked so hard against Miss’ ankle, falling forwards onto her calf as I screamed so loud. She didn’t even take any notice until I unclenched and sat up again, leaning down to cross off 8.
It’s a bit of a blur from then to be honest, but by the time lunch came around Miss had crossed off 5. I looked at the boy to see he had only got up to 4.
I needed to sit and recover, but Miss just led us to the kitchen, and the movement of the balls drove me to another climax almost as soon as I stood up. Miss just chuckled as she crossed off 4 and carried on with lunch.
Somehow I made it through serving lunch, but with lots of stopping and breathing heavily. Miss still tried to push me over with a few spanks, but I managed to hold back despite those. WIth only four remaining and all afternoon to survive, I was desperate to; and I’m glad I did.
Miss continued to spend the day relaxing, reading, browsing; but now instead of her foot my pussy was now stimulated with the wand taped to my thigh. It was only set fairly low, but combined with the balls inside me I still had to focus to try and hold back. I was laid this way on my back on the low coffee table, and to make both of our predicaments worse the boy was put to work fucking my mouth and throat.
The new situation helped him and he came pretty soon after starting, cum choking me. But as per Miss’ desires, he had to just keep steadily fucking, causing cum and spit to be dragged out and spread over my cheeks and up my nose. It was immensely distracting and I followed reluctantly soon after.
It was evidently becoming more and more difficult for him to get past the discomfort and find his peak, and the next one he managed I also realised that he was producing significantly less cum too. I, on the other hand, was managing to hold off better than before and by the time Miss came back to us I still had 2 left while the boy was up to 7.
Without stopping his constant thrusting she traced her fingers around my pussy lips, making me jerk and jump around so close to another climax. “Push!” she instructed, “Push them out”. The instant I tried to clench and obey I just couldn’t hold back once again and shook violently, trying to yell but instead gagging violently on his cock. Lucky for him, I guess, as he quickly rammed in hard as he came once again.
As I came down I managed to push out the balls, conscious that I was down to just one climax but without and idea of the time, or when Miss intended this to end anyway. I couldn’t see what was happening, but soon I felt fabric against my pussy, and Miss unceremoniously stuffing it inside me. I felt some of it to be quite dry, but some to be very slick and wet, so I was sure even then that it was her dirty panties. The way the boy’s cock throbbed suggested the same too, and he began fucking my mouth with renewed vigour, pretty soon managing his ninth; one left each.
With her panties in me she switched the wand much higher and blindfolded me. I had to make it, I couldn’t let her down; but at the same time I knew if I did that I’d just be able to lie back and let wave after wave just keep going – no more reason to hold them back anymore. I have to admit it was very tempting. But I kept holding back.
I don’t have a clue what Miss did with the boy, though I could hear his noises close by. I didn’t last long before my final climax ripped through me, and I felt Miss cross it off. I was truly desperate by this point, focussing all of my energy and attention on resisting; I couldn’t, I mustn’t… and then…
I felt the boy’s cum start to spit onto my face, screwing up against it, and realising he had made his target; but it was enough. The distraction took my attention and I broke, losing all control as I shook, screamed, jerked, and flailed around helplessly.
“Oh dear, pet” I heard Miss voice nearby, removing my blindfold but not the wand, “that’s not so good, is it?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” I panted, feeling ashamed and panicked at my failure.
“I suppose the only thing left is to determine the severity of your punishment”
I looked at her confused, but received no response. She simply set a timer, placed it on my stomach, and turned the wand to full.
“And for you, a reward” she purred, trailing fingers up his chin and sitting back on the sofa, spreading her legs. “Go on, enjoy it” she told him; her grin the last thing I saw before I descended into almost non-stop climaxes until the timer ended. I had a vague awareness of Miss continuing to doodle on my body throughout.
And so now I have to sleep with no idea what punishment awaits me tomorrow; the only clue being the doodle Miss left above the numbers on my hips; a tally presumably counting my climaxes with the timer running, showing a total of 42.
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Oh dear, this one was cut short.