You thought it was going to be a “normal” night. I certainly had other ideas.
I started slowly working you up. Small sensual kissing along your neckline. Sucking your earlobe, fondling your breasts, plucking your nipples. I could feel your arousal when I slid my hand into your panties. You were wet, almost dripping. I love ruining your cute little panties before I play with MY pussy.
I didn’t even have to restrain you. After a few minutes of fondling you, I instructed you to get on your knees, and like a Good Girl you obliged. My willing little slut. I just pulled my cock out and you began your work.
Slowly at first, you tend to work yourself into it. Taking only the head before you go deeper. After a few strokes, I grab a handful of hair and press the issue. Forcing myself deeper until I crest and push through the back of your throat. I watch you struggle through your gag reflex as you begin to choke on my cock. I love watching the release after you take it all, your eyes water, a long thick trail of drool runs down my cock and balls. Like the well trained slut you are, you cleanup without instruction. Long licks up my shaft and head before you go down further and take my balls into your mouth. Such a Good Girl.
This time, I stood you and didn’t begin to restrain you. As ordered, you stayed while I uncovered the chair. I didn’t blindfold or gag you because I wanted to see your reaction. I wanted to hear you beg for release. You don’t get to cum without permission, and I was going to push that boundary. You knew it.
I led you over to the chair, and gave a simple instruction.
“Sit”.
Like expected, you nodded and replied, “Yes Sir”.
Squatting down on the chair, I spread your legs, exposing your aroused clit, placing it on the head of the wand. I couldn’t help but smirk as you braced yourself when I turned on the wand and let the vibrator begin to work it’s magic on MY pussy. I was sure to remind you not to cum without permission. You need to ask. As always, you replied “Yes Sir”.
As I watched you writhe in the chair, I couldn’t help but enjoy myself. Your legs spread, ankles locked around the legs of the chair, your arms holding on trying to will yourself to not move, hands locked around the arms with a hard grip.
As you grew flush, I knew you were getting close, I could see your orgasm building. I turned the wand off. Once you regained composure in a few moments, I turned it back on again, this time increasing the vibration. After a few repeats, you were begging me to cum. “No” was my reply.
Again, you fought it. I knew it was a losing battle for you, but it was enjoyable nonetheless. Your begging became desperate, “please sir, may I cum? Please sir…”.
Finally I relented, “Go ahead, count down from 10, then cum for me”.
You did as instructed, then released. Your skin went a deep flush of red as you released. Your moan was pure ecstasy. The edging did its job, you completely flooded the chair and wand. A sopping mess dripping down onto the floor.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o79ugi/the_chair