I look up at her pleadingly, my lips wrapped around her cock. I’m gagging and sputtering on it, struggling to throat another inch. But I try because it’s Unlocking Day and I’m desperate to please her and earn my pleasure.
As soon as I’m unlocked from my chastity belt each week, she unceremoniously coats my clit with numbing cream. She then lets me spend the day “edging” for her amusement. Those days are the hardest. I rub and rub and rub but all I can feel is dull pressure. I’m usually dripping and crying by the end. Sometimes though, if I’ve been especially well behaved that week, she’ll fuck me with her strap. Those days are my favourite because even with my clit numb, and though I can’t cum from it, it feels so good. It’s the only pleasure I receive now.
“That’s enough, let’s see how well you’ve lubed me up.”
Her strap pops out of my mouth and I’m hoping my messy blowjob has earned me it in my needier hole. I can feel the numbing cream has taken hold, making my clit useless, but my cunt still aches desperately to be filled.
“This isn’t going to work.”
She’s stroking her cock before my eyes. My mouth instinctively opens around the tip to try again but she pulls away, out of reach.
“Your pathetic blowjob isn’t going to cut it today. I think we need something else.”
I kneel waiting, watching as she walks over to the dresser and pulls out a familiar white tube. My heart sinks. She twists off the cap and squeezes out the cream, spreading it along the length of her strap. She adds more. She’s using the numbing cream as lube.
“That’s better. Nice and wet. Get in position.”
My eyes are already watering from throating her. That makes it easier to pretend I’m not starting to cry. I turn around on my hands and knees, lower my face and lift my hips up.
The cream works fast, but it’s not instant. I feel the first thrust. By the third though, it’s just that same dull pressure again, deep but distant.
I sob a little, rubbing my face against the floor, but I nod. Because I did get unlocked. Because I did get almost three thrusts. Because compared to the alternative, lucky is exactly what I am.
And just like that, my only crumb of pleasure is taken away. Now when she fucks me, I feel just as little as her strap does. At least she can get off on my suffering.
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