Tag: Humiliation

Her lips tasted like candy and silver, playing with the tingling goosebumps popping up over my arms. They felt like satin gently pressing into my own lips, slowly, playfully pulling me closer to her presence. Her intensity picked up and I was soon on my back, her plentiful chest pressing generously into me as she hung over me, our faces entangled in the most pleasurable game of cat and mouse. She lifted up quickly and her top thumped the ground next to the bed as if it carried the entire weight of the heat between us. My hands quickly hugged around the small of her back, pulling her back into me as my hands worked quickly to free her beautifully soft breasts. I could feel myself perking up, the increasingly hard notch in my pants beginning to press harder and harder into her straddling crotch. She must have noticed because she began to rock on top of me, rubbing and pushing into it as it ballooned further. I wanted to take her right there, but the passion was too high and I wanted to feel everything slowly and fully.
Her gentle, soft breasts felt like smooth clouds in the palms of my hands and I knew how much she enjoyed when I played with them. Just the tiniest of twinges on her perky pink nipples would contort her face into devilish shapes. As I would pick up speed, tweaking and cupping, so would her hips, rubbing her hot crotch into my own. I felt the heat emanating from inside her, the anticipation growing for what was to come, and what was to cum. As we pressed our bare chests into each other and grinded out our passions with our hips, our lips pounced like predators and our breaths blew like the Northern winds. I slowly reached my hand around her back and into her tight shorts, playing with the firm and yet graceful roundness of her ass. My curiosity got stronger and my inhibitions slowly died as I reached further, prodding the warm, soft cavity of her anus. The outside of it was the perfect feeling for my hands, and made my already firm cock throb into her. As soon as I pressed at the puckering hole, her breath spiked and her mouth roared open and she gazed at me in surprised wonderment as our eyes deadlocked and we hurled ourselves into a blasphemous game of pleasurous torture.
I had to have more. Her sultry body showed off the elegant curves of her tattoo that ran away under her waistline. I knew I needed to see where it went. My other hand flew back and uncovered the other side of her voluptuous ass, and slowly removed the shorts she was wearing. She hopped off of me and ripped them down, revealing the pantiless nudity of her pelvis, the perfect tuft of hair on top of an even more perfect mound, already glistening with desire.
She came quickly back to the bed, where she pulled away my own modesty coverings, revealing the leaking fluids of my own yearning for her. So fast were they to disappear into her mouth that a jolt shot through my body and I jerked up off the bed. She began to tease and stroke and twist and suck until my life felt like it was ready to explode out of the tip of my cock. I couldn’t let it be done.
Not yet. I hadn’t had enough of her delicious body. I threw her from me and forcefully placed her on her back. “We’re just getting started,” I said, “There’s a lot more waiting for you.” I grabbed out the restraints and began to affix her appendages to each corner of the bed as she sheepishly wriggled around and tried to be free. Taking her was about to feel so so good.
With all her limbs secured, her perfect body was so temptingly open and free for me to use in any way I saw fit. I even covered her eyes with a blindfold and plugged up her ears so she had no reference as to what I was doing until it happened. I grabbed a few things from my special toy chest and went to work.
Rap. Smack. Tap. She had no idea what was coming first, but with some hard, fast smacks with the cane to some sensitive areas must have given her a nice wake up call. As I circled her body with the tip of the cane, shivers of anticipation quivered throughout her. After the initial jolt, I thought I’d tone it back a little… for now.
I started on her plump and pooled tits, slowly, softly but firmly tapping them with the end of the cane. As I went along, they got harder and harder, faster and quicker until she was breathing hard and moaning between the screams. After the build up, I paused just long enough to hear her sharply exhale so I knew she was ready for the next part. A huge thwack rang out with a scream as the first full lashing with the cane registered in her brain. As soon as I pulled away I could see the inch long mark in her right tit, just above the nipple. It must have hurt. Smack. Another on her left breast came with a moan and I kept going. Left. Right. Right. Left. Right. Right. Left. Left. Each one harder than the last. To my surprise, I heard many more moans than screams. The pathetic slut was actually getting off to my beating. I heard a faint, breathy call, “Please can I cum?”
“No. We’re not ready yet.” After several more smacks and a pleadingly desperate piece of fuckmeat just panting underneath me, I stopped with the cane, only the first tool in my arsenal. I mounted her covered face and pushed my thick and dripping cock back into her mouth and just let her suck the tip to clean off the built up stream of precum that rested there. After all, what kind of sensory overload would it be if we didn’t bring some taste into it? I scooted away, but not before a firm smack across the face. I hopped off the bed and made for my stash of waiting equipment. I pulled out the next device.
She gasped and cooed as she felt the smooth, cold steel touching her sensitive areas. I could tell she knew what it was because of the excitement that poked across her lips from under the blindfold. Too bad for her I wasn’t using it yet. I slowly leaned over and planted a firm, long kiss into her lips. A quick, warm suck in of each of her nipples as I worked my way down. For minutes after, I just stood, breathing deeply into her soaked cunt, smelling just how badly she wanted me to touch it.
Finally, I obliged. I slowly placed my tongue onto the base of her vulva, slowly sweeping it all the way up, from perineum to pubic hair. She tasted wonderfully horny. “Someone must really be excited for me to play with them, huh?” The only answer I heard back was a whimper. “Pathetic,” that one word was enough for me to visually watch a small stream of cunt juice leak out of her towards the bed. I quickly lapped at it to save the sheets and resumed the slow, teasing pressure all over her embarrassingly swollen pubic mound. I slowly built speed, and increasingly paid just a little more attention to the clit. I could feel her jerking around and beginning to grip the sheets under her suspended arms. She screamed out, “Please, sir. May I cum?” “No.” I pulled right away from her, but without giving her any time to cool down, I pushed the cold steel piece inside her and began pumping it in and out. Now if she hadn’t figured it out, she for sure knew what I was using on her-the Njoy wand. Her moans of pleasure knew what was coming and so did I. To make her eyes roll back into her head, I added my thumb onto her clit and rubbed it back and forth as the wand rolled back and forth on her g-spot, just pushing the fluids out of her. It wouldn’t be long before-ah, there it is. A long spurt of fluid washes over the center of the toy. One squirt down, many, many more to go. I know my girl, I know she can almost never run out of squirt.
I planned to go for a longer time, but just a few squirts in and I couldn’t handle myself anymore. I pulled the toy out of her and lapped up a quick taste of her before mounting the bed below her and pushing my rock hard cock into her. The warmth enveloped me and I could feel the wetness ease me in as I filled her all the way up. I always love forcing myself as far in as possible before starting to thrust. And thrust I did. The whole build up had really pushed me to my limits and I was ready to take it all out on her, in no time I was pounding away as fast as I could, sparing no time from thrust to thrust, filling her wet cunt deeply each time, going all the way in and all the way out. I could feel my own orgasm building as I heard another squeamish “please” come out of the set of holes I was filling with my cock. “Ah ah ah, no you don’t.” In one quick pull-out move, I had edged us both off our rocket-like trajectories.
Relieved of just a little bit of my frustrations, I decided to have some more fun with my toy. I swear all she could hear of the next tool was the little bit of lube I squirted onto it before insertion. It was a new toy-a special one too. It was a smaller piece of silicone that sat just inside of her, the other end perched up on top of her clit. A remote control sat in my hand, but she didn’t know that just yet.
I decided to make it quite the game for her, “We’re going to see how much you can remember, and that will determine any pleasure you get from now on,” a defeated, “mmhmm,” was answered back.
“How many edges did I give you?”
“Uhhh…. uhhh…. 4?”
“Wrong!” A sudden thwap came down as she realized for the first time that I was holding the cane again and that there would be a punishment for not getting an answer correct.
“How many edges did I have?”
“2?”
“Correct. You get to have the vibe on until your next wrong answer.” One click and there was a slight buzzing ringing out.
“Do you deserve to cum?”
She paused for a few seconds. “Uhhhmmm. Ummmmmm. Yes?”
“Wrong again.”
Another loud smack as I caned her hard, but this time, it was right on the inside of her right thigh, inches from her sensitive pussy. The vibrator shut off and her needy squirming because of its affects quickly stopped.
“Last question. This one will determine a lot. How many times did I make you squirt?”
She took a long time to think this time, determined to get the answer right. “Three,” she finally whimpered out.
“Ah, I guess you’re right. That means I have to be nice to you. How sad.”
A gleeful gasp came out of her mouth before I once again mounted her up and lined my cock up to her delicate and still vibrator-filled hole. Since it was a couples vibe, it was meant to allow for penetration with it inserted and I planned on testing that fully. I turned the vibrator on medium and slowly pushed my cock back inside of her. The vibrations pushed steadily on the head of my cock, weakening my stamina as I slowly and sensuously thrusted into her, gently stroking myself off inside of her.
As we built up, I could hear her starting to get close again, but I wouldn’t have that just yet. I slowed back down, saving my own orgasm for some more fun. “I said I was going to be nice tonight, but that doesn’t mean it’s not going to be in a way that feels good for me too.”
I slowly undid the restraints and flipped her around. I then put a pillow under her face and pulled her arms behind her, cuffing them together behind her back. Her face drooped right into the pillow without the support of her arms.
With the opportunity open for the taking, I stuck my face right in between her legs to get a taste of her sweet asshole, forcing her to open up to me and beg for more. Teasing licks around the outside of the hole always do the trick. Meanwhile, I lubed my cock up well, jerking it off to apply an even coat. When I was ready, I pulled my face away and lubed her better hole, readying myself to enter. In a slow move, I kneeled up, pressed my cock to her tight, juicy asshole, and carefully pushed my way inside. The tightness instantly flooded over me as I could feel every millimeter of the circumference inside gripping me tightly as I slowly entered and pulled out her grunts built louder and louder for me. After all, it was both of our favorite hole. Before long, I was thrusting just as fast inside her ass as I had her worthless mess of a cunt.
I could feel myself building a sizable load, now that I had been in every hole, I felt like I could be sufficiently satiated. She began to beg and scream to be able to cum once more, and this time was different. “Cum. Fucking cum for me and don’t stop. Let it out, don’t stop cumming for me.” She screamed like a wolf howling in the night, her orgasm shot through her and even out of her. Somehow, she flowed out onto the bed, squirting even more than she had previously. I kept pumping away furiously, forcing her to keep riding the orgasm while I finished mine. Soon after, I was thrusting as fast as I could until a sudden spike and fall, hot loads of cum shooting out of my cock to fill her ass up with my pleasure. I waited for every drop to come out of me before I dismounted, but I let her drip freely from both holes. “Don’t make a mess now, or else you’ll have to clean it up.” We both knew she would have to clean it up. I pulled her over to me as I laid down on the bed and had her suck the last droplets of cum off my slowly softening cock as she surely tasted all the fruits of our sexual labors. It pleased me just how disgusting it was that she was licking all the particles of her own pussy, my cock, and her asshole off me at once, combining all of her holes into one big pool of sexual energy. She must have thought about it too. It probably made her even wetter. She’s predictable like that.
To give her more time to make the biggest mess possible, I got off the bed, pulled myself away from her mouth (though it was hard to get her to let me go), and went to the kitchen to grab us some snacks. She always told me that the best sessions were hours long with snack breaks, and I was horny and on a mission to learn for myself. I picked out a nice muffin and a juice box for myself and another muffin and an empty glass for the slave I had left cuffed on the bed. I had plans for her still. When I got back to the room, I pushed her nonchalantly out of the way, got on my stomach, and pulled her head between my own legs. She got to taste her ass, why not mine? It was only fair. While she was busy worshipping my hole, I was slowly peeling each side of the muffin wrapper, giving her as much time to please me as I could. I took bite after bite, never speeding up to let her off of me. I could feel her tongue licking up and down on my sensitive tissues, circling my soft, puckered hole so delicately. Just as I was getting done with the first part of my snack, I could feel slight pressure on the inner part of my asshole. The slut had gotten adventurous!
She was lining her tongue up to my opening, prodding me and pushing her tongue further and further inside me. To help her out, I pushed my hips back to her face, fitting her wet, juicy tongue as far inside as I could take it. She pushed in and out as I casually slurped from the sweet juice at my own lips, refueling myself for her as she earned her own treat.
When I had finished the juice, I pulled her off me by the base of her scalp, forcefully of course. She twinged as I yanked her cheek close to my own and tantalizingly whispered in her ear that I had another treat for her.
I pulled open her mouth and told her to stick out her tongue, I rolled the top of the muffin across her tongue to give her a slight sweet taste in her mouth, then I quickly switched it with the tip of my cock, already leaking more for her. While She gently sucked on the tip, I put the muffin behind her and swiped it up between her legs, collecting all the delicious cum that was still dripping out of her asshole. I then dipped it into the small puddle of cum and squirt that was lying underneath her on the bed. “It’s feeding time, slave, but property doesn’t eat on the bed. Only people do that.”
I shoved her off the bed, and pulled the blindfold off her. She kneeled and looked up at me, expectantly, like a little puppy begging for attention. I placed the sex-coated muffin in front of her on the floor, and told her to eat it. Now, the fun part was watching her struggle to get an angle at it as she was still cuffed behind her back, but the even better part was seeing her unashamedly nuzzling her face into the icing-like pile of cum on the top, eating it up like a starved animal. She was a depraved slut for me, but above all, she enjoyed it. I pulled out my phone and started recording her to show her later. I knew it would make her wet. How absolutely deplorable. Such disgusting things shouldn’t turn anyone on, but they turned her on. Maybe that’s because she’s not a person, she’s less than that.
She had quickly finished her cumcake, and looked back up at me, with just the slightest stache of glistening cum across the top of her lip.
“Would you like something to wash it down with?”
“Mmhmm,” she excitedly moaned back.
“Alright. I wasn’t sure what you’d want, so I decided to let you choose. You can either drink me from the tap or we can tap you into a cup and You can enjoy it longer.”
“I don’t know.”
“If you can’t decide, we might have to do both,” I snapped back, “it’s up to you.”
“You choose, sir.”
“Well, you haven’t ever been able to drink my piss straight from my cock. Now it’ll be a challenge because you won’t be able to let a drop go without spilling in the floor this time. If you do somehow manage to spill, though I don’t know why you would ever want to miss a single drop of me, we may have to have a punishment.”
“…. y-y-yes, sir. I’ll be the best piss whore you could ever want. I won’t waste a drop.”
“That’s the good slave I knew I had,” I replied with an evil grin.
I sat on the edge of the bed and she waddled over to me, clasping my cock just inside of her mouth. I relaxed my muscles and let it flow out of me, the hot liquid trickling at first, then flowing into a constant stream out of the geas of my cock, quickly filling her mouth. She grimaced but kept swallowing, slowly losing ground to the volumes of warm liquid spilling into her mouth. I was almost done, but she began coughing and liquid was dribbling down the side of her chin, she coughed again and her mouth unsealed, my stream shooting onto her now free-floating face, showering her in fresh piss before it petered out and dripped to the floor.
Before I could even make a sound, a blizzard of apologies in frantic and begging tones erupted from her blushing, soaked slut face.
I smacked her right cheek hard to shut her up. “Don’t apologize, you nitwit,” I exclaimed, “you made a commitment to drink all my piss or else and now we’re going to need to find the or else.”
Feeling the warm liquid from her face on my own hand, I was revolted and wiped my hand off into her hair. “Ugh, you disgusting whore, how dare you insult my hand with that vile liquid.”
She whimpered and her eyes quickly flew towards my feet. She could no longer hold my demeaning gaze. “Clean up the mess you made, dumb whore, before I come back with your punishments.”
“Y-yes sir,” I could hear the painful disappointment in her voice as she leaned over and pressed her face to the floor, licking and sucking the floor to get all of her spilled nectar off of it before switching to the bed to clean up the puddle of cum and squirt that had exited her holes.
Meanwhile, I grabbed some lube, the new remote-controlled anal plug I had bought, a few clothespins, and some toothpaste to institute some obedience training into the ungrateful and inept slut I had before me. While she was lapping away at the sheets like a defeated puppy, I spit forcefully onto her asshole, then lubed it up once again, and used my hand to cover the plug as well. With a less-than gentle push, I filled up her good hole as she grunted deep into the bed and arched her back. It slid in easily after my cock had opened her hole so much. I threw her onto her back, put some toothpaste on my finger, and swirled a good dollop onto each of her tender yet firm nipples. Immediately she was gasping and oohing and squirming from the tingling sensation. I carefully applied some more directly to her clit and she almost jumped. She was loud now, and I wasn’t going to listen to that the whole time. I grabbed her penis gag and shoved it into her mouth, securing it tightly so it just pushed a little bit on her gag reflex and made her drool onto herself like a faucet. Lastly, I blindfolded her once again before taking the three clothespins and affixing one to each nipple and the last to her clit. She was screaming into the gag, I could tell, but I felt no sympathy. She was going to learn to be a perfect slut for me whether she wanted to or not. I pulled her off the bed by her ear, like cartoon mothers did to bad children, and moved her to the corner of the bed facing the wall. I cuffed her hands and ankles to the bedpost before grabbing more clothespins and some string. I clipped the 8 pins onto the string in a tight formation and tied the end of the string to the last pin. I carefully kneeled below her and pulled apart her outer labia and clipped them open, 4 pins on each side, before pulling the string back under her and pulling it as taught as I could go without ripping any pins off and affixing it to the dresser behind her so that she could either feel relief on her clit or on her wrists and ankles, never both. She was quickly feeling so many things that she was moaning hard and choking on her gag because of it. I pulled out the remote control and turned the plug up to the jerkiest, most up and down setting it had, so she would feel random pulses in her asshole that could jerk her body around in surprise and force her to tug on her clothespins. I almost thought I heard her crying, but I definitely didn’t care. “This is what whores like you deserve!” I whispered loudly into her ear. Conveniently, it seemed that the base of the anal plug just barely rested on the tight string coming from her tortured cunt, causing her even more distress with each pulse of the vibrations.
Admiring my work, I sat in the bed turned on some porn, making sure to turn the volume up loudly enough for her to ear over her own whining, and began edging myself while loudly describing the gorgeous, perfect bodies of the women I was watching to taunt her:
“Ou, this redhead has such a skinny body. I wish you were built like this. That must be why you’re such a disgusting toilet of a whore, worth nothing outside of your value as a cum receptacle… This brunette has the most perfect perky tits I’ve ever seen. Why are yours so saggy all the time. It’s like you don’t even care about my pleasure… This woman is literally riding him in her ass for an hour. Do you not want to make me feel good? When you only last minutes, it feels like you aren’t trying for me… this woman cares enough about her partner to stroke his prostate while she’s giving him a blowjob and a handjob. You never care that much about me… this blonde is literally small enough to be thrown around and held up while getting pounded without any issues. Why are you such a fat cow that I can’t hold you up while we fuck or throw you like a pebble? Ugh, you’re so revolting.”
After a few different videos of other women experiencing much more pleasure than she was allowed, about a half hour had passed in her predicament bondaged corner time. By this time, it sounded like she was actually crying. My plan had worked. I pulled her blindfold to reveal her teary, light-starved eyes blink rapidly open as I stood over her on top of the bed, jerking myself off at her before explosively releasing onto her face. Her mouth opened as wide as it could under her gag to catch as much as possible, but everything was already covered from her forehead and her hair, all the way to her neck. Her eyes, still wet and red from crying, had been shut forcefully to avoid taking a dose of cum as she struggled to see her punishment’s full effect.
I went back around the bed and ripped the string of clothespins off of her vulva in one swift motion. She immediately jumped and screamed hard, garbled nonsense into the silicone cock that was stuffing her mouth.
After I gave her a couple seconds to cool down, I got below her once again and just blew onto her now extra sensitive vulva. She whimpered like a scared dog during a thunderstorm. Her knees were shaking like they were ready to buckle at any second. I laughed and reached my hand up to grab and tug on the pin that was stuck to her clit for just a second before ripping that off too. She was quickly crying and screaming again. It was very fun watching her.
Afterwards, I got behind her and groped and squeezed at her ass just for some added fun. I reached around her, slowly and tenderly, like a nice hug, but with hidden motives, I slowly worked my hands towards each breast before pulling off those clothespins as well. She was now quivering all over.
I left her tied up there to get a couple washcloths to help clean up. I wet them and wrung them out before bringing them back in to her and carefully wiping away the crusted-over toothpaste from each nipple and her clit. “Don’t rest too easy. We’re not done quite yet.”
With the second washcloth, I moved around towards her face, but I had never intended to clean all of it. Dirty sluts stay dirty after all. I gently wiped away the cum from her eyes, just enough for her to see, and left the rest on her face to harden and remind her of the shame of the day.
I finally got around to untying her, but we were not cleaning up to be finished by any means. I pulled her to the bed, “Since you answered my last question well enough, I have a reward for you, something that you often ask for but rarely receive.” Her eyes lit up and she longingly looked into my eyes as I placed her on her back onto the bed. I pulled out the lube, and squirted it heavily onto my hand rubbing it around between my fingers before applying it generously to her puffy, red pussy which was now not only wet, but pathetically leaking juice all the way down her thighs. I looked her cold in the eyes and just smiled as I slowly inserted two of my slippery fingers into her bad slut’s hole. I just stared at her, watching her every reaction to my slow fingerfuck as she stared back in gleeful awe and slight horror with the thoughts of what was coming next.
She quickly began to bite onto her bottom lip and moan faintly while still locking my gaze. I used my off hand to push her legs wider still as I slipped a third finger inside her warm insides. She let out a deep moan and her head flew back, she started bucking her hips against me with the gravity of the insertions setting in. Her horny need began to outweigh her curiosity and shame as she gave in to me. “You know, it’s funny how easily you just become like a puppet in my hands. Speaking of.” I trailed off as the pinky of the same hand slowly slipped in to join its counterparts. A few long, slow strokes later, and I carefully pushed my thumb in as well. “Now you can really be my puppet.” I had given her what she wanted – a good fisting.
Now that I had eased my whole fist inside of her, it was time to ramp it up, I began building speed bit by bit. She sounded thrilled as the noise coming from her mouth was close to that of someone finding out about a surprise birthday party, but repeated about 60 times per minute. She began to grip hard on the sheets, ripping the corners off the bed as I pushed harder and harder into her full cunt. With every little movement of my fingers, it was like I controlled her, twitching around made her body twitch and convulse in pleasure and surprise until she was whining and screaming at the same time. “Please oh please, please, please Sir, may I cum?”
“I said you had been good, but you haven’t been that good.” She was almost sobbing after my reply, partly from the rejection, and partially from the forced pleasure, far past the point where her release should have been and never was. She was clenching her teeth and shutting her eyes until they had turned white as I still shoved in and out of her, her voice wailing against the grit of her teeth and fighting back her tears. Once I thought she had finally had enough, I stopped my fisting assault and let her come down, but only for a second. Just as soon as she calmed down a slight bit, I had started back up. I even pulled my other hand around her leg and began rubbing my thumb against her clit. She was squirming to get away and breathlessly shouting, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.”
“Oh, my sweet little pet, but you can,” I bellowed back with an evil smirk that terrified her and, judging by the slight bit of extra juice I could feel while thrusting into her, aroused her more than she would ever say out loud. After all, it’s only a deep dark secret that she’s a depraved slut to people who are not me. She can never hide her shame from me.
Her cries were soon echoing around the room as I could sense another orgasm was far past her, but she had finally learned not to ask me to cum. I backed off once again and let her come down. I pulled my hand slowly out of her and shoved it over her mouth and nose, seeing the fear build in her eyes as she slowly started to lose her breath. “How truly sad, being suffocated by the scent of your own desire. This is something that not even the most vile cum sluts have to deal with, but you do. That just goes to show how disgusting you are.” I pulled my hand away and she sharply inhaled while my hand came back around to deliver a large blow to her cheek. “You’re never gonna forget your place now, as my life-long slave and set of fleshlights. Since you’ve been so uncooperative even when I’m making you feel oh so good, I guess I’ll have to just restrain you and keep going. How does that sound?”
She whimpered at my proposal, but I already had her left hand cuffed to the bedpost and was working on her feet. I tied them down as wide apart as I could physically stretch them so that I had full access to all of her dirty holes. I told her just to count and that if she lost count, there would be consequences. I started to edge her again. This time with just her clit. I scrubbed and rubbed and flicked until she was past her edge several times over before letting her come down. “One.” I repeated the sequence, this time with two fingers in her cunt. At her screaming edge, I pulled out. “T-two.” She was quaking now, her legs ready to give out, but unable to go anywhere because of how tightly I had tied them apart from each other. This time, I lubed up my other hand, and stuffed another two fingers into her tight asshole. I worked away, rubbing the inner wall as she could barely even grunt from the pleasure anymore. It was already starting to become too much for her. I stopped once again as she screamed out “Three” and only just momentarily felt relief before I had one hand on each of her nipples, tweaking away, bringing her to another peak. She was squirming again, trying to break free of her restraints as I pulled and pulled on her tits until she was screaming for mercy. “Please, Sir. I need it!”
“No, no you don’t,” no sooner had I replied than did my fingers release her once again. “Ahhhhhh! Four.” My thumb went back to her clit. Within literal seconds she was moaning out of her mind, once again on the verge of cumming. So close, yet so out of reach was her release, so I granted her one of my own…. By stopping so she could edge off :). “Aren’t I such a nice person, giving you all of these wonderful edges?” She whimpered back a slow reply. “F-f-five?”
“Are you asking me or telling me? Don’t tell me my dumb slut lost count again.”
“N-no, Sir. I didn’t lose count. Slut was just telling you it was five.”
With a wide eye and furrowed brow, I replied, “Good. Let’s keep it that way. We don’t want you to forget.”
With that, I continued my cycle. At about 7, actual tears began falling from her eyes. The tension was starting to overtake her. I wasn’t stopping though. She got to about 12 before breaking down and crying while begging me to stop. “Oh, you’ve asked me so often for an edging session and now you just want to quit out on me like a little baby? I thought you were a better slut than that,” I shot out before landing a hard blow with my palm on the top of her mound. Still crying, she replied, “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I don’t want you to be sorry, I just want you to endure,” I spat back and kept going. By 15, she was physically out of breath and couldn’t count any more, but I told her she had counted long enough and still just kept on cycling until I finally hit 20 and she was just laying there, panting, unable to move or breathe properly or think. She could barely even muster a moan for each edge. Her tears had stopped a few back as she just zoned out in overstimulated hell. Just for fun and to maybe jar her back to reality, I landed another hard slap on her pussy and she came reeling back to reality and her tears burst back into production. I slowly untied her, said, “Good job, my slave,” and began to untie her.
As soon as she was free she curled up, crying into her hands as she laid in a ball, covered in sweat, cum, piss, cunt juice, her own wildly misplaced strands of hair, and several gallons of tears. I sat on the bed behind her and just stroked her back with my dry, but still lubricant covered hand while she came out of her shock and back into the present. As soon as the crying stopped, I went and brought back some water for her.
With a few reassuring words and a lot of hugging and petting, I spooned her and cared for her, cuddling her in our bed as we fell asleep together, just holding each other for security in the aftermath of the fiery passion that had destroyed most of our bedroom. Her warm body comforted me to sleep and my protecting swaddle made her feel safe as we lay together into dreamland, horny thoughts surely filling our sleeping minds as much as our waking ones.
And as a treat for finishing this story, I give you, the person who read it all, permission to cum.