One of my favorite things about teasing your cock is all the moaning, twitching and involuntary body contractions.
You can expect a few hours of this. If your clit continues to twitch on the brink of cumming then I’m entertained.
Then we move to another brush. I only have 10 and I want to see which one(s) drive you the most insane. A few hour sample size is the only way to be absolutely sure. Now stop wiggling and let me get back to scienceing the fuck out of you.
“So squirmy and it’s just my THUMB!!!! What are you going to do when I use my whole PALM?”
Well that’s just mean (and perfect)
I can feel your need, baby. Just a few seconds of this and you’re ready to explode. So let’s slow down…just a bit.
Closer. Closer.
We can get you closer. I know you have to work harder to stave off what your body craves and has been denied for weeks. But we like your pussy this way, don’t we, baby? Sopping, needy, sensitive and desperate.
Now do you want more? Even if that means you’ll be even hornier and desperate?
Let’s see if you’ve been doing your edges today, baby girl.
Hmmmm…swollen, red but not nearly wet enough. Look, it’s taking me over a minute to get you back on the edge. That’s unacceptable. Back on the chair. Yes, in the straps. I have to do it myself. I think I have to get the wand, too. That always makes you nice and wet and twitchy.
*soft groan of frustration that’s better than any song*
Nice and slow. Over and again. No stopping In sight as your pleas become more desperate. I ignore them again and consider the gag.
This is why you’ve come to me, because you know you can’t control yourself as much as you need. You crave having the power to orgasm taken away. The thought of having someone push you far beyond what you do to yourself became too great. Seeing how wet you were when you entered proved that. It was beyond obvious. I was pleased that it appeared you followed directions of a week of edging without cumming followed by three days of no-touch prior to seeing me.
But you had no idea it would be this bad. That I could be this ruthless. You thought maybe MAYBE an hour. But here we are, passing that milestone two hours ago. Now it takes just three gentle circles of your clit before your clenching comes in quick succession signaling your impending orgasm, clear juices leaking out as you’re left on the cusp yet again, the pleasure nearly unbearable. But wanting more so badly, yet also wanting it to stop. Cumming, stopping, either one but please choose! Of course there is a third option: more.
You recall I said I’d take it easy on you at first. I didn’t want to break you right away. You didn’t quite understand what that meant, but you’re beginning to.
Once the stimulation begins, all thoughts melt away and your body tenses, thighs clenching, breath stopping and eyes rolling back. You know you’re my slutty marionette and are no longer in control of your body. What was once voluntary has become involuntary. Your body is mine and I want it to dance like this for longer. You can take it.
I whisper in your ear, never stopping, how good it would feel if I kept this up and let that orgasm spill over you. I want you focused on the massive orgasm that just continues to build within you like a Tsunami. It’s out there, and building in strength. Can you feel it?
I stop yet again. Fleeting clarity returns. If this is “taking it easy”, what does “normal” look like?
You gasp and that thought is removed as my slick fingers continue their assault anew, the pleasure coming in waves again.
True story…
Here’s a memory from last month I wanted to share. Enjoy!
There’s something about a fingernail on fabric. Especially when it’s scratching along a seam. Especially that seam that’s oh so conveniently lined up right over her crotch, transferring the pressure and the vibrations of fingernails-on-fabric directly over, but not in direct contact with, her most sensitive areas.
I spanked there a few times, too. You might assume either she wished she was bare and able to feel the full force of those spanks between her legs, or that she was grateful for the protection of her pants. Personally, I think it was simultaneously both. That’s what really gets her going… when she wants what she doesn’t want. True to form, she loves/hates that she hates/loves that I fully understand this about her & use it against her with glee. It was time for orgasm predicament play!
She giggled as I fumbled with the buttons at the waist of her jeans. I just smiled and patiently kept trying.
The zipper was easy.
“Hmm… I didn’t mean to put my hand in over your panties, but I suppose it’s hotter if I just pull those to the side anyway.” I say, and demonstrate roughtly as if to non-verbally say “Mine!” Then I started playing, quickly finding her bare clit.
I brought her to an edge easily before I warned her: “Don’t you dare cum without permission! If you cum before we get to my place then I’m not going to let you cum for the rest of the night!”
So there I was, driving down the highway at night, one hand on the steering wheel, another getting gasps and groans, and disbelieving whimpers each time I stopped, all while she kept her knees wide and her hands out of the way because she’s a good girl and we’ve played enough times that she knows better. “Oh, what’s wrong, do you want me to keep going? Do you want me to press like this?”
“Yes! Yes! Wait! Stop! I’m gonnaaa….”
“Which is it? Hmmm? You want me to rub like this? Or should I stop?”
“Fuck! I don’t know…”
“You don’t know? Don’t you want to cum? Hmmm?”
“No.. No, I don’t want to cum!”
“Oh? You don’t want to cum?”
“Wait… I mean…”
“But you like this, don’t you, feeling helpless and exposed? Humping my fingers, wanting an orgasm you’d better not fucking have?”
“yyyYes, Sir.”
I got a good grip on her labia with my thumb and forefinger, right next to her clit, and pulled up and to the side in fast yanking motions. “Maybe I should just pinch you like this instead, hmmm? Is that better?”
“Oh please stop!”
“Why? Does it hurt too much or are you going to cum from this?”
“Please… please…”
“Answer my question, toy!”
“It’s going to make me cum….”
I stop and concentrate on driving. “Ohhh… my, I almost missed our exit. Why, it would have taken a lot longer to get home if I had missed that one!” Once we make the turn and merge onto another highway, my fingers started right back up again. “We’re nearly there. Can you make it? Can you hold out? Hmmm?”
“Oh fuck! Stop! Stop! Please!” she begged, but then immediately whimpered when I complied.
“Oh, does it drive you crazy when I press and rub… then stop…. then press and ruuuuuuuub… and then…. Stop? Maybe it would be nice of me if I just didn’t stop, like this? Hmmm?”
“Oh please! Fuck! No!… AUGHHUNH!”
I didn’t deny her that night, by the way. With others I might have but she’s not that into orgasm denial, plus she can cum and still want much more. She came two or three more times as soon as we got inside my place just from my pulling on her hair and nipples while forcing eye contact and grinning at her. I then caned her for a while, and fingered her from behind while caning her for a few more orgasms. Finally done, we went to bed… except I got frisky and teased her… and teased her… She sucked my cock, grunting wonderfully when I gripped her hair and started fucking her mouth, then I pulled her onto her back and decided to return the favor.
She was so sensitive by then that my first few light licks got a response of “Oh my god!” and things only got better from there. I finally, finally licked her hard, making her cum, and then I kept going! She twisted, flopped, and finally raised a leg up over my head and turned over onto her front in self-defense! I could have decided that wasn’t allowed, but intead I laughed and growled and licked and nommed my way up her back until I was spooning her, thinking that maybe I “should” have punished her for moving away from me like that but this was fun and I was happy. … for now. I knew she’d be spending the following night as well, and an idea of tying her spread-eagled to my bed so she couldn’t twist away started forming into a plan.
bonjourlapornographie 