I woke this morning with the wand pressed against my clit, my body squirming as my grogginess fell away. 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.
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