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onedeadpoet:

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*

onedeadpoet:

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.

onedeadpoet:

I love surprising you with soft, teasing edges whenever I feel like it. Lucky for you, I feel like it a lot. In your office, behind the theatre, at the restaurant, in your car…at a moment’s notice I could slip my hand inside and feel your juices release, making my circles of your needy clit even better. Having the power to weaken your knees with lust and see the cock-craving look in your eye is my new addiction. I look forward to your lips wrapped around my leaking cock, trying to make me pay for wetting your cute panties. But for now it’s my turn to play. Be sure to count out the edges, now.

onedeadpoet:

Few things are more fun than discovering a new position or technique that makes you especially vulnerable and cum quickly. Like this position, for example, locked in my strong arms, squirming on my hands as you cum again and again. No matter what fun we have before, I always put you in this position to cum, whispering a trigger word in your ear as you do. Over and over.

After a few months you unknowingly become conditioned, to the position and the word. Then I start putting you in this position but you’re no longer getting the trigger word or quite enough stimulation. Your reactions are exactly what I had hoped for.

Keep squirming, darling.

onedeadpoet:

It’s time to see how wet you are after your afternoon edgings.

Mmmm…I know I told you I’d give you a reward. Wouldn’t you know it, it’s a few more, this time at my hand. You know I can’t resist feeling your clit jump with need as my fingers graze over it in tiny circles. The way you lustily pant into my neck only spurs me on. Your arousal fuels my own.