Well, ya keep complaining about not cumming, and I’m sick of it. Before we even get to the stool, start off with a nice box tie. Simple, effective, even comfortable. Cuz…
You’re gonna be here for a while.
It takes a bit, to get all that cock up your ass, but we got all the time in the world. And it does take some adjusting, to get the vibe in just the right spot, but… Next, we get your ankles lashed to the legs, before working on doing the same to your whole-ass bottom. Just the ankles wouldn’t do, you could simply stand up!
Now, turn the vibe on low. Time to gag you. I work some ole underwear into your cheeks, another, a third. And stretch some strips of microfoam over, to hold it in. It really is the best! The way it hugs your lips, babe… Next, some ear plugs, and then I grab my bandage wraps. One just to make sure that gross gag stays in, around your mouth but also vertically, under your chin, pressing your jaw around it all. Another, blinding you, mummifying your head.
At this point, you’re all squirms, grinding, but between the ropes and the vibe’s low setting, you’re getting nowhere. I just watch. It’s already been so long, what’s a bit longer? But, we’re not here to keep delaying, denying. After a few minutes, I grab your neck, firmly, but slowly. I wanna say, “now you can cum all you want!” but you couldn’t hear me anyway. No matter. Flip the vibe to full blast.
It’s one of the best sounds in the world, some lil slut trying to scream for all they’re worth, and barely managing a moan. It takes a minute, tho, to get to that point. When I turned the vibe all the way up, you didn’t even say anything. You jumped—or, well, you tried, you poor thing. That first orgasm took just a few minutes. I know, so pent up! How long were you waiting?
The second takes a bit longer—maybe twenty minutes. Same with the third. Beyond that, it gets hard to tell. After a while, your screams turn to sobs, to the sweetest, incoherent begging. What do you mean, stop? I want to say. But I’m not doing anything, its all the vibe…
Time passes, and the sobbing has evolved into a truly guttural moan. You’ve forgotten that you were ever being denied. You’ve forgotten you were ever anything else—other than this toy, this bit of amusement, this plaything. How many times did you cum? I turn off the vibrator, and begin unwrapping the layers of the gag. As you come to, and I’m working on the ropes, you utter those magic words, drenched in exhaustion and elation:
ellievsbear
blakekathryn
theartofmadeline
dededos
andulkaphoto
