ancientplutarch, Author at NSFW story

A perfect puzzle for you [BDSM] [Hypno]

Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-do
I have a perfect puzzle for you
Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-dee
If you are wise, you’ll listen to me

What do you get when you goon away?
Watching porn on your phone as you lay
What are you at getting so blue balled?
Do you even know what orgasms are called?

I love the look of it

Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-da
If you’re not greedy, you will go far
You will live in happiness too
Like the Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do

Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-do
I have another puzzle for you
Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-da-dee
If you are wise, you’ll listen to me

Spirals are fine when it’s once in a while,
They keep you blank with a big smile.
But it’s needy, pathetic and fun
To stare all day until you’re dumb.

It’s so pretty isn’t it?

Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-da
Given good swirls, you will go far
You will live in happiness too
Like the Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do

Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-do
I have another puzzle for you
Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-da-dee
If you are wise, you’ll listen to me Read more »

[F] Gooning, Inc [Bondage] [Orgasm Denial]

Wendy was a working woman. She was successful, if you measure success by salary. She worked for Mr. Smith, a multi-millionaire. Could you describe Wendy’s job as a “secretary”? No, not really. It was kind of odd; a job to fit Mr. Smith’s tastes as a man.

Wendy parked in front of Mr. Smith’s private estate: a sprawling mansion. A valet took her keys. What kind of house has a private valet? Well, he was a butler, but what’s the difference at that point? Wendy always found the thought of her five-year-old Honda being parked alongside new Teslas and Lamborghinis amusing. She walked into the mansion, greeted by the servants. No one in that personal palace, save for Mr. Smith, knew her job. At least, she thought no one did. They surely didn’t act like they knew what she did in that back room.

Mr. Smith, tall and elegant, walked down the swept-out steps of the entrance hall. He welcomed Wendy with a charming smile. “Shall we get to it, then?” he said nonchalantly, opening the door under the stairway. Wendy nodded, grimacing, and stepped into that dark closet-like room with only the pale light of a widescreen monitor illuminating it. Read more »

[M4F] Eroding My Tormentor Into Nothing

Day in, day out, the tragedy of my life, my torture continues. The torment of my very being, the humiliation and degradation of my dignity continues on from yesterday to today to the morrow and beyond. My manhood, my masculinity, my testosterone are invalidated by that woman: no, “woman” is too noble a title for her. That scoundrel. Bullying me, day in day out; mocking me, day in day out; ridiculing me, day in day out. What have I done to deserve her scorn? They say hell hath no fury like a lover’s
scorn-well, I say love has no fury like a sadistic woman. As far as I can tell,
I have not invited her to act this way. I have not performed any deed to call forth this treatment. No, this seems entirely random, as random as nuclear decay, and nuclear it is: in front of my classmates, in the lounge, everywhere I go, mockery and disdain. I want nothing more than to get my Bachelor’s and move on. No, that isn’t good enough for her. I thought such people were left behind in high school, but apparently my preconceptions were mistaken. How can I be so humiliated by a beast just one year my senior? Read more »

Good girls don’t cum.

Good girls don’t cum. They don’t cross that edge. No matter how much they want to. No matter what. You have to be good, don’t you? Then you can’t cum. You can’t have your mind melt in the pleasure of going over the cliff of denial. You can’t have your body shake uncontrollably from your final release. You can’t keep going, cumming again and again after the initial orgasm, each one better than the last. Your clit can’t twitch in pleasure, your pussy can’t clinch. Even if there’s a big, thick cock inside, railing you. Good girls don’t cum. You want to be good, don’t you? Then don’t think about how good it would be to ruin. How good it would be to vibrate your clit to orgasm only to stop right after, breaking you. Don’t think about how much you need a cock inside you, filling you. Don’t think about how good it will feel to finally let go. Only think about the edge. Only think about being a little gooning whore. Good girls don’t cum. Don’t think about it! Don’t think about a wand on your hole, destroying you. Don’t think about how wet you are. Just edge. Just edge like all women should. It’s all you’re good for. You don’t deserve to orgasm, after all. You can never earn it. It’s too good for you, edgeslave. Your purpose is to be on the edge. To be on the cliff. To be seconds from cumming all day. That’s the ideal woman. That’s your ideal state. Don’t think about going over. Don’t think about that release. Just edge.