Synopsis: She teased me with her delicate and talented fingers, stroking my cock, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of climax. My body arched and strained in my bonds. My cock head felt so taut that I wondered if the purplish skin might tear. Again and again, she wrapped her oil-slick fingers around my head and twisted. She was going to make me cum. I had little doubt that anything could prevent that as this point. Then, she stopped. She put a warm finger to my lips and whispered, “Shhh, I know this is difficult for you. It’s supposed to be…"
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.
“Oh, my… I don’t think I’ve ever brought you this close to the edge before. Keep telling me whenever you’re getting too close. I wanna make you ride the edge using just one finger.”
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