“What if it doesn’t work?” I said, blinking away the tears from the 72 spankings I received mere minutes ago with the flogger. I was intrigued by the idea of ‘forced orgasms’, but, unlike most women, I had never been able to get off from clit stimulation before.
Sir unraveled the chord and plugged it into the wall while rolling His eyes. “The Hitachi always works well in My hands little girl.”
“But what if it doesn’t work on ME?” I protested.
He switched it on, and I heard a soft buzzing noise as He walked over and placed it directly on my eager little pussy. I immediately stiffened up as the vibrating head made contact with my delicate skin. It was too much, too intense, and I started to squirm, but I ground my teeth and tried to push through. But then, He pressed harder, yet more indirectly on my clit. Before I could stop myself, my hands shot downwards to push His hands away.
“If you touch again, you’ll get another flogging,” He warned.
My heart hammered against my chest. “Yes, Sir,” I whimpered, shuddering at the thought of more lashes on the already-stinging red backside.
He instructed me to sit up, and yanked a pillowcase off of one of the overstuffed pillows above my head. “Hands behind your back,” He commanded. He placed both of my arms inside the pillowcase, and I flopped back down on the bed, immobilized by the spreader bar separating my ankles and this makeshift arm restraint.
Sir made His way back around to the foot of the bed where I laid exposed and completely helpless. Once again, He pressed the Hitachi against my swollen lips, making my muscles coil so tightly inside me that I had no idea if what I was experiencing hurt or felt incredible. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I felt my body nag at me for a gulp of oxygen. Sir pulled out a hot pink S-shaped vibrator and began to tease my glistening front entrance with it. The discomfort slowly faded and pleasure began to take over. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, and a sigh finally escaped my lungs. The pink toy slipped into my tight little hole, and Sir pumped it in and out of me, each thrust sending an electric current up my spine.
I felt the pressure building and the warmth pooling in my belly at a rapid rate. My toes curled and my hands clenched fists inside the pillowcase at my sides. The ache between my legs was growing unbearable; my body was begging for release. I was so ready.
“Can I come, Sir, please?! Can I please come?!?” I cried desperately.
“You may,” He said, and the way the words sounded as they left His lips, throaty and thick like hot smoke, pushed me over the edge.
My body shook and spasmed uncontrollably. A stream of clear cum shot out of me like a sprinkler. The moisture trickled down my thighs and onto the bed, soaking through the comforter and sheets, all the way down to the mattress. I threw my head back and let out a series of strange animalistic screams which resonated off the walls. I didn’t even recognize my own voice, which I guess made sense because I was not in control of my body anymore; He was.
“How long have you waited for this, little girl?” He purred. His voice was intoxicating.
“Three months, Sir!” I bellowed. But it felt like forever. Three months without sex. Without a single orgasm. Without edging, or even touching myself. Three months without Him. Oh, how I had missed this.
Sir moved the Hitachi upward away from my clit, pausing for a moment, and then back down. He did this repeatedly, and each time the head touched my little pink button, more liquid gushed out of me. I was moaning so loudly I wouldn’t be surprised if they heard me three stories above and below this room, but I didn’t care.
Tears of ecstasy streamed out of my eyes and ran down my temples into my hair. “Fuck, Daddy!” I chanted His name like a prayer, over and over, and for a second I thought my soul was about to leave my body.
I don’t know how much time passed, but I just kept coming. And coming. And coming. I didn’t know where I was, or who I was; I didn’t even remember my own name. All I knew was Him, and the things He was doing to me, and that I never wanted Him to stop.
But eventually, I ran dry. The waves of pleasure became less and less intense, and I was overcome with a blissful serenity. As I came down, Sir shook his head at me and chuckled. “What if it doesn’t work…?” He teased, and I blushed, embarrassed. “Never doubt me, little girl.”
“Never have,” I replied in a semi-coherent slur and beaming with a pathetic smile.”
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-ASM & @molestermoon
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“What if it doesn’t work?” I said, blinking away the tears from the 72 spankings I received mere minutes ago with the flogger. I was intrigued by the idea of ‘forced orgasms’, but, unlike most women, I had never been able to get off from clit stimulation before.
Sir unraveled the chord and plugged it into the wall while rolling His eyes. “The Hitachi always works well in My hands little girl.”
“But what if it doesn’t work on ME?” I protested.
He switched it on, and I heard a soft buzzing noise as He walked over and placed it directly on my eager little pussy. I immediately stiffened up as the vibrating head made contact with my delicate skin. It was too much, too intense, and I started to squirm, but I ground my teeth and tried to push through. But then, He pressed harder, yet more indirectly on my clit. Before I could stop myself, my hands shot downwards to push His hands away.
“If you touch again, you’ll get another flogging,” He warned.
My heart hammered against my chest. “Yes, Sir,” I whimpered, shuddering at the thought of more lashes on the already-stinging red backside.
He instructed me to sit up, and yanked a pillowcase off of one of the overstuffed pillows above my head. “Hands behind your back,” He commanded. He placed both of my arms inside the pillowcase, and I flopped back down on the bed, immobilized by the spreader bar separating my ankles and this makeshift arm restraint.
Sir made His way back around to the foot of the bed where I laid exposed and completely helpless. Once again, He pressed the Hitachi against my swollen lips, making my muscles coil so tightly inside me that I had no idea if what I was experiencing hurt or felt incredible. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I felt my body nag at me for a gulp of oxygen. Sir pulled out a hot pink S-shaped vibrator and began to tease my glistening front entrance with it. The discomfort slowly faded and pleasure began to take over. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, and a sigh finally escaped my lungs. The pink toy slipped into my tight little hole, and Sir pumped it in and out of me, each thrust sending an electric current up my spine.
I felt the pressure building and the warmth pooling in my belly at a rapid rate. My toes curled and my hands clenched fists inside the pillowcase at my sides. The ache between my legs was growing unbearable; my body was begging for release. I was so ready.
“Can I come, Sir, please?! Can I please come?!?” I cried desperately.
“You may,” He said, and the way the words sounded as they left His lips, throaty and thick like hot smoke, pushed me over the edge.
My body shook and spasmed uncontrollably. A stream of clear cum shot out of me like a sprinkler. The moisture trickled down my thighs and onto the bed, soaking through the comforter and sheets, all the way down to the mattress. I threw my head back and let out a series of strange animalistic screams which resonated off the walls. I didn’t even recognize my own voice, which I guess made sense because I was not in control of my body anymore; He was.
“How long have you waited for this, little girl?” He purred. His voice was intoxicating.
“Three months, Sir!” I bellowed. But it felt like forever. Three months without sex. Without a single orgasm. Without edging, or even touching myself. Three months without Him. Oh, how I had missed this.
Sir moved the Hitachi upward away from my clit, pausing for a moment, and then back down. He did this repeatedly, and each time the head touched my little pink button, more liquid gushed out of me. I was moaning so loudly I wouldn’t be surprised if they heard me three stories above and below this room, but I didn’t care.
Tears of ecstasy streamed out of my eyes and ran down my temples into my hair. “Fuck, Daddy!” I chanted His name like a prayer, over and over, and for a second I thought my soul was about to leave my body.
I don’t know how much time passed, but I just kept coming. And coming. And coming. I didn’t know where I was, or who I was; I didn’t even remember my own name. All I knew was Him, and the things He was doing to me, and that I never wanted Him to stop.
But eventually, I ran dry. The waves of pleasure became less and less intense, and I was overcome with a blissful serenity. As I came down, Sir shook his head at me and chuckled. “What if it doesn’t work…?” He teased, and I blushed, embarrassed. “Never doubt me, little girl.”
“Never have,” I replied in a semi-coherent slur and beaming with a pathetic smile.”
-submissive mu
-ASM & @molestermoon