I approached her with my collar in hand. She gently pulled her hair aside and allowed me to place the collar on. A perfect beginning…
She then held out her wrists, allowing the easy placement of cuffs. I pushed her onto her knees, then applied restraints to her ankles.
With the riding crop, I gave her ass a few nice strokes. Small visible lines formed, proof I was there a moment ago. With the crop, I tapped the inside of her thighs, an indication to spread wide for me, putting my pussy on full display for me. I allowed her to adjust, then traced her body with the crop. Teasing her with the sensation of the leather. Making her hold in anticipation.
I placed on her blindfold, then pulled her arms behind her neck, locking her wrists onto her collar. The view of her locked in, on knees, ready to be used, began to make me throb. I went back to the crop and traced it along the inside of her thighs, gently rubbing along her folds.
“What is this”
“Your pussy Sir”
“What is its purpose?”
“Your pleasure, Sir. Whatever you need, Sir.”
I leaned in close, almost kneeling towards her, and placed a hand on her pussy. She was wet. A steady drip onto the floor beneath her. The lack of control doing its work, she was going into submissive mode, letting go of her wants and flowing with mine.
I began to stroke her pussy. Slowly at first, then increasing with repeated thrusts. I placed 1 finger in her, then after a few more strokes, 2 fingers. Increasing up to 3. She dripped onto my wrists while I rubbed her pussy and now exposed clit. I began to work her up, intentionally trying to get her on edge. Soon enough, she showed the signs I was looking for. She began to turn flush. Gyrating her hips with my strokes. Soft moans of pleasure in conjunction with me rubbing her pussy.
I stopped and pulled away. Using the crop, I gave her cunt 3 medium slaps. Pulling her away from her impending orgasam and back into our present situation.
“Remember the rules?”
“Yes, Sir”
“What are they?”
“I cannot cum without permission, Sir.”
“Good Girl. Now stand.”
When she stood, I led her to the door frame, which unbeknownst to her, was fitted with D-rings to lock her arms over her head, along with her ankles. An impromptu St. Andrews cross.
I unlocked her arms from behind her head, then one at a time I placed them onto the corresponding D-ring. I worked my way down to her ankles, introducing a spreader bar, then locking her onto each D-ring. I worked my way back up, then impulsively began to stroke her clit again. Keeping her needy for stimulation. I wanted her to maintain an edge, but not release.
After a few more strokes I inserted a remote kegel vibrator inside her pussy. The pretty pink bulb placed by her internal ridge, the long tail sticking out, proof that it was there. With the remote, I turned it on and watched as she tried to hold out. After watching her for several minutes, I could tell, again, that she was nearing release. Instinctively, she was pushing, slowly forcing the bulb out of her. I turned off the remote, approached her, the pushed the bulb back in.
“The rules?” I asked.
“I don’t cum without your permission, Sir.”
“Good Girl”.
Now, I began to add an additional element. I pulled out the magic wand, then fashioned a shibari belt, locking it in place several half-hitch knots. I turned on the kegel vibrator, increasing the vibration this time.
“Hold it. Do NOT push it out.”
“Yes Sir.”
With that, I watched intently for a few moments. Then, without warning, I turned on the magic wand. I used my hand to angle the wand directly on her clit. Quickly, I adjusted the tension to keep it in place. Immediately she began to moan.
“Can I cum Sir?”
“No.”
“Please Sir?”
“Hold it.”
Hold it she did. With a determined, but failing look, she did her best to hold. Writhing and bucking against the shackles, unable to move, to remove the onslaught of stimulation to her pussy, she began to flush.
I took the wand in hand and pressed it firmly onto her clit. Using my other hand to grab her breast. I increased the vibration on the wand, while pulling at her nipples. A twist, enough to let her know her situation was helpless. She was barely holding on from an explosion. I knew it. I had her trying to accomplish an impossible task. I needed to see how far she could push to please me. I want my fucktoy to have that goal in mind, that her purpose is my pleasure, whatever that is.
“You want to cum, don’t you?”
“Yes Sir! May I cum please? Please Sir…” she pleaded.
“Cum for me then.”
With a moan she released the flood gates. Unable to control it, she gushed, drenching the wand and my hand, her release saturating me and running onto the floor. I continued to push the wand on her clit, forcing her sensitive gash to continue to take the onslaught of stimulation. No rest. All while she struggled to fight it off.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“Yes Sir. Please use me.”
Good Girl.