Fantasy Short Story: Sir Loses a Bet
Sir makes sure I train every day, edging my little holes, making me desperate, always reminding that I don't deserve to cum and there will be brutal punishment if I cum without permission. Sir is making me into the perfect denied slut and he is so proud of my progress. Good girls don't cum, and I want to be a good girl, don't I?
One day, a colleague of his visits. I'm nervous when Sir orders me to service him but I want to make Sir happy so I do my best to be a good little cock sucker. It's not long before the stranger has me tied to the chair naked, a ball gag in my mouth, my legs spread, and my pussy on display, all while Sir watches on from a distance.
The stranger fingers my tight pussy and holds a vibe to my needy clit. I can feel myself approaching orgasm but then I remember Sir hasn't given me permission. I struggle like a desperate victim, my cries and begging muffled by the ball gag. I look at Sir pleadingly, but he merely shakes his head. "Don't look at me kitten, control your fucking cunt like I taught you," he says while taking another puff of his cigarette.
The stranger keeps pleasuring my little holes until I can't stop myself from cumming. I'm forced to cum 7 times over, left sweating, leaking and twitching like a broken whore. The stranger finishes his assault and then strides over to Sir. "Looks like I win the bet, I made the bitch cum like a whore." Sir hands the man a wad of cash. "Here. Take it and leave," he says, "I need to deal with my pet alone." The stranger pockets the cash and heads toward the door. "See you around cunt," he shouts, winking at me, "Hope your Daddy isn't too mad at you for squirting like a fountain." Sir shuts the door behind his guest, and turns menacingly to face me before striding over to where I'm still tied. I have no escape.
Sir stands above my shaking form, and he swiftly unbuckles his belt. "Tsk. What a disappointment," he sighed, and I could feel my heart sink and my fear rise, "I spent all that time training you only for you to embarrass me like this in front of my colleague. Ungrateful bitch." He grabs my hair harshly and slaps me hard. "I told him how well trained you are. Clearly, I was wrong. I lost money because of you and all because you can't control your greedy little cunt. Now, what am I going to do with you?" I start crying again and whimper pathetically as he takes his belt in his hand.
"Shut the fuck up you stupid whore," he slaps me again and holds my chin firmly in his hand with a bruising grip. He trails the belt down and rests it against my sensitive, puffy cunt. "I'll give you something to cry about."
