A Spider Named Claire, Encounter 1: Succubus – Part 2/2 [MF][Femdom][CBT][Sci-Fi][Drugs]

“Miss, please, I’m close…”

She let go of my cock like it bit her. “Oh, no, it’s not time for that yet. Not until I get off again, at least.” She reached down to her cunt and rubbed it with her fingers until they were slick with her juice, used it to lubricate my glans, and fed it back through the pillory. “This thing has some features I was going to save for another time, but I think you’ve earned it.” She looked at me and winked. “Check this out!” She clicked something on the rod and I felt spikes pop out of the inside diameter of the ring. I couldn’t tell if they were sharp enough to break skin, but almost any movement was sharply uncomfortable.

“Ok, how about now?” She adjusted something and I felt the spikes multiply, shrinking as they grew inside the ring until it felt like my dick was being held gently by a handful of broken glass, nothing cutting, but on the bleeding edge of it. She must have seen my eyes go wide because she dialed it back down to the original setting.

A Spider Named Claire, Encounter 1: Succubus [MF][Femdom][CBT][Sci-Fi][Drugs]

This is my first time attempting to write any kind of fiction, much less erotic. Any feedback/critique appreciated beyond content. I already know I have weird taste. :)

A few notes as preface:

* The ship this scene takes place on is at rest and depends on thrust for gravity. So currently – zero g.
* I really hate the obligatory physical description part of most stuff I read on here, so I omitted it. Use your imagination and fill in the gaps. Protag is written to be a handsome self-insert.

Hope you enjoy!

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I was pulling myself along a series of padded handholds down the corridor to the Hospitality sector, on my way to see Claire. I felt a little silly booking her for the third time in as many weeks, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her smile, the little razor edge I could see glinting behind her eyes. I told myself this time I’d do it, I’d ask about getting dommed. She was a professional, after all, it’s business for her, not personal. I wasn’t going to pussy out again.