There was a pleasant ache to the start of his days, now. It had been a good idea to institute the new rule. Before, he had often awakened with an erection of his own accord; but now, he always woke in his plaything’s mouth.
He kept his eyes closed for a long moment, savoring the warmth and the fervency of her tongue. She was allowed to put the pillow between her legs as soon as she crawled onto his bed from her mat on the floor. She just wasn’t allowed to start moving her hips against it. Not until he looked at her.
The sound of her oral attentions was perhaps a little exaggerated. He knew she found it humiliating, the noises her mouth made when she was working him; he also knew that she got a little louder when she was trying to wake him up. He let the corners of his mouth curl in a faint smile, still feigning something like sleep. She noticed. The frustrated moan from the vicinity of his waist gave him a satisfying thrill.
At long last, he opened one eye and looked down to where her dark hair gleamed in the morning light. She made eye contact and somehow, despite already being fully engaged in urgent fellatio, managed to blush. She averted her gaze, as was only proper for a mastered little thing. But she also began to hump, now that she had tacit permission, that pretty round ass jiggling deliciously with every movement.
He reached down to stroke her head fondly. “How long has it been now,” he mused, his voice thick with sleep, “since we made you an oral-only girl?”
She whimpered. They both knew had been twenty-six days of denial; she was probably tracking it down to the minute. She’d agreed to no penetration, no orgasms, and not even an edge until—this was the important part—the end of the month.
The end of the month.
The arrangement had been incredibly effective for her conditioning. She had once been overly cautious with her mouth, prone to hesitation and second-guessing herself. None of that hindered her now. She serviced him with a focus and will that verged on the frantic; it was adorable how much motivation these precious minutes of pillow-friction instilled in her.
He tugged playfully at her hair and enjoyed her answering whine. “Mmm. Maybe not long enough. I think this arrangement is only improving as it goes on, don’t you agree?” The low breathiness in his voice made her clench with longing. “I have to admit… I thought I’d miss your other holes. But why would I ever go back to them when this one gets better every day?”
She nearly sobbed at that. But she didn’t pause; in fact, she redoubled her efforts. She took him to the hilt three times for every buck of her hips now. His body responded, and he felt himself start to tighten in anticipation.
“I’m going to let you finish me soon,” he said, with a groan under his words. “Switch to your hands, please. You may have the time until I finish to express your gratitude.”
She lifted her head, gasping; her fingers had wrapped around his throbbing length before her lips had left his crown. “Thank you thank you thank you thankyou,” she panted, her fingers tight and blurring with well-trained quickness. “I’m s-so grateful that you let me give you pleasure, but—”
“Now,” he grunted, pushing himself up off the bed, and she bent herself instantly to take him back down her throat as he came.
He finished with a growl that was faintly animal, but the sounds she made as she tasted him were feral. She nearly choked herself on him, but never let up, as her thighs squeezed hard against the pillow with each shot she swallowed.
It took him time to come back to himself. When he did, she still had her lips sealed tight around him. She never seemed ready to let go at first. As if she were clinging to him, hanging on until the brief respite at the eye of her storm of desire.
“What a wonderful toy you’ve become,” he said, heaving a sigh of bliss, “I think it’s for the best that we never said which month.”
She shuddered. There were tears at the corners of her eyes. He touched one with his finger, brought it to his lips, and savored the taste of her nearly perfect need.
(this is a switch up from the usual and shared from a dom’s pov with full writing credits to @doctortease for this story which has genuinely made me very wet lol)
This IS really bad - people are going to be doxxed, people are going to be stalked. This is a privacy nightmare.
Basically:
Amazon allows public wishlists for individuals, previously fulfilled through Amazon. This was a fairly private way to receive items anonymously from donors/fans/people online
Amazon is now allowing these lists to be fulfilled by third-party sellers.
Amazon will provide your name and address to said third party sellers
Third party sellers may or may not post tracking updates (aka: your address) to the person who ORDERED the item from your wishlist
Third party delivery companies may also post their delivery photos - of your front door and house number - and send them to the person who ordered the gift.
If you use public Amazon wishlists, turn them private or remove your address. The only private way to use these going forward will be via PO box (unless they roll back this change).
If tumblr permits you to see this, and if you are among the people who has enjoyed my Literotica stories, I have news you may enjoy. I’m finally forging ahead on a new chapter, a little bit at a time, and you can help keep me accountable for that.
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lmao well firstly, ever is a strong word. obviously i love orgasms. but idk if they’re my fav part of sex? some of the best moments for me are:
forehead to forehead kisses and the whimper pause between them when his cock first enters me
just…touching with intention, the closeness, the eye contact, the feeling of being wanted
other moments of control that i think about for days after, like face slaps, the way his thumb will rub along my jaw, the way his tongue enters my mouth as if he needs a part of me to breathe himself
the intoxicated, possessed look in his eyes when he’s inside me, the words that follow like “you’re so sexy” or when he tells me i look beautiful while im riding him 🫠
after he cums, the lingering kisses while he’s still inside me that slow down the intensity and bring us back to that quiet, intimate place where it all started
It started out a perfectly typical Friday morning. Kat made breakfast while I fixed coffee, and after we finished, we curled up together on the couch to read. As we focused on our separate books, our legs tangled under a blanket, and each of our hands were barely warmed by the slowly cooling mugs. When the beverages ran dry, we extracted ourselves from our cozy embrace to tidy.
With life-maintenance done and groceries inventoried for the weekend, we compiled a list and headed to the store. As Kat helmed the shopping cart, steering us through the aisles with her eyes on her phone as she navigated through her list, something caused her to halt.
She looked back at me curiously and said "Val, did you bring your phone with you?"
My hand flew to my pocket to check, and she waved me off, continuing, "Oh, it's nothing really, just wondering."
"Well, it's obviously not nothing," I retorted, scrambling to check my phone.
A new message sat in our group chat:
Dad: I'll be home a bit early today... Whoever has the other brat restrained by the time I get home gets Dad's cock tonight.
"Fucking dickhead!” I muttered through gritted teeth, and Kat peeped, as if he could hear me.
"I'm going to tell him you said that when-"
I cut her off sharply - "not if your mouth is too fucking crammed full to get a word out, you won't."
Another noise of protest escaped Kat, but she faced forward, continuing on the path along the bank of coolers without another sound.
We shopped and drove home in tense silence, probably both of us plotting our separate strategies of attack. Of course the mother fucker didn't give us any sense of how early early really was. The clock on the center console of the car read 1:28 pm. On a typical day he got home around 5:30, and other times he worked later.
Would he get home an hour early? Or three? How soon should I spring a trap on Kat? How soon would she try and subdue me? Knowing her try-hard self, it could be the moment we walk in the door...
But then again, she knows I would expect that, too.
The tension thickened as Kat pulled into the driveway, and we locked eyes across the front seats. We exited and circled to the trunk slowly, hesitantly drawing near each other. With a silent truce between us, we each grabbed a handful of grocery bags into our fists and trudged inside.
With quiet resolve, we both did our part to put the shopping away, moving around each other in a careful, watchful dance. Whenever Kat neared the knife block, I froze, and anytime I passed too near behind her she stilled, watching me like a cornered animal from the corners of her eyes.
Once the groceries were sorted, I grabbed the stack of paper bags and cardboard boxes we'd emptied into our organized pantry, and headed out of the kitchen.
"I'm taking the recycling out, Kat, be right back." She didn't reply. I snagged my keys off of the side table on my way to the garage, not trusting her not to attempt to lock me out and flush me right into a trap. I planned to be prepared to get through any door, thank you very much.
The recycling dropped in the bin, I started scanning the garage for anything to use as impromptu binds. I assumed that I was surrendering all of the proper equipment to her in exiting the house, but I hoped for the element of surprise with something fetched quickly and unassumingly from the garage.
I found bungee cord with the camping supplies, and untangled the two shortest lengths, tucking one into each pocket. Then I moved on to Dad's workbench, knowing he's made and adapted a variety of bondage items for us there. The first drawer had nothing but parts, leather strips, metal loops and rivets. Upon opening the second, however, I found a strange fused set of two handcuffs-the traditional and blunt metal kind, nothing padded or soft.
"Oh, this is going to be too easy"
It looked like some sick and twisted "get along, girls" contraption to cuff us to each other, and I fought back the urge to find a hammer and smash it to pieces. It would only make him remake it, and be more upset with us when he finally got to put it to use.
At least it would serve useful to me here, first.
I folded them into each other as much as I could, and slipped the cool metal down the back of my pants, tucked into the waistband of my panties. I thanked the loose fit clothing choices I'd made today, flowing and obscuring as they do. Finally, I grabbed a fabric tarp off a shelf by the door, holding it loosely between my hands, ready to toss it as a temporary distraction.
At the door to the house I paused, listening, expecting Kat to be setting up an ambush on the other side. When I heard no obvious sign of her, I cracked the door, slowly checking corners to see if she was somewhere, lying in wait, ready to pounce.
It was shockingly quiet in the connecting laundry room and beyond, the door ajar just as I had left it. Oh, my stupid, sweet, naive Kat, I chuckled to myself, lowering the waiting tarp slightly. She probably thinks our little temporary truce is still in place, little miss rules-follower that she is.
I decided I may as well take advantage of her trust sooner than later, and headed to the door into the house. As I crossed the threshold I was met with invisible resistance at my legs and tumbled through the doorway face first.
At the last moment I caught myself, but the fistful of slippery tarp sent my arms sliding out from under me and my face still landed with a firm thwap against the tile, immediately smarting. I tried to reach my hand up to rub the sting away, but found myself too thoroughly tangled to get it out from under my weight. I tried to get my feet under me, but found they too were unable to be extracted from my pile of flailed limbs and tarp and...
With the painful twist of my neck to look behind me and down to my ankles, I saw a shiny and reflective film clung between my legs.
"FUCKING. CLING-WRAP?? Are we THIRTEEN?"
With a grunt and heave, I tried to turn myself over, but before I could, Kat launched herself around the corner of the nearby hallway, right onto my back.
The breath knocked out of me with a wheeze, but Kat didn't lighten any pressure, settling firmly onto my waist facing down to my legs, crooking her own legs back to pin my arms down near the shoulders.
"What kind of helpful tools did you find for me in the garage, babe? Something good I hope..."
She ran her hands over my body, looking for the tools and weapons she had correctly assumed I had stowed there. She groped and squeezed longer and harder than necessary, starting with my inner thighs and ass where I clearly wasn't hiding anything.
Her palm pressed into the small of my back as she leaned upward, and the cold metal cuffs bit into my spine painfully, making me yelp.
"Oh, I knew you'd find something useful, thanks Val." She purred, still pressing the hardness against my back. Instead of drawing the cuffs out, she pushed the length of my pants down, capturing the panties with them, exposing me as she unwrapped me from the cling wrap and my clothing.
With my new freedom, I kicked. Flailed. I tried my best to launch her off and get my legs under me again.
Kat just cackled, riding me like I was a bull, pressing into my joints while simultaneously capturing my first ankle in the metal hoop. She used the chain to leverage that leg down, the metal biting into my tender inner calf, now. The other ankle followed close behind, and I groaned.
I flailed my arms, trying to muster any last ditch effort to disarm Kat so I could maybe still get her with the bungee cords in my pile of clothes. She hadn't found those yet, and I had one in each pocket...
Kat spun, settling her knees harshly into my back, one hand still holding the cuffs firmly by the connecting chain, the empty two cuffs dangling threateningly. She tugged and my back arched, legs pulling closer to my head, like she was getting ready to hog tie me.
Her fingers twined into my hair, firmly rooting her palm against my scalp as the hair tangled around her. Another tug, with both hands now, drawing my head back and my legs up like a harsh, taught strung bow.
"I'm going to get off of you now, and you're going to go where I say, okay?" Kat whispered.
"Fuck you, okay?" I returned, and she laughed. I hated the musicality of it, how it made me wish she'd draw me in for a kiss with her fistful of hair and veiled violence.
She did what she said she would, anyway, slowly drawing up from her kneel, increasing the pressure on my hair for every bit of relief taken off my back. Once she fully stood up, she started pulling the tarp out from under me, letting me finally steady my hands under myself.
I tried to scrabble away with my newly gained traction but it was short-lived, as she used her leverage on my scalp to tip me over my side, rolling me to my back. With me on my back, now, she dropped her weight onto me once again, settling onto my waist. She ground her rough denim shorts against my sensitive and bared cunt and I groaned out, momentarily disarmed.
Kat dropped the grip on my hair, only to grab my left wrist and wrestle it down toward the awaiting cuff at her ankle.
"No no no no!" I bucked, trying to yank my wrist free, but it was too late. Kat clasped me in, forcing my knee to bend up and open where my wrist pulled the ankle.
I preemptively flailed the right arm away, balling my fist and hurling it around with as much fierceness as I could muster into the one remaining limb.
Kat laughed and withdrew with a chiding "it's not like you're getting anywhere with those three limbs joined like they are."
I spit at her retreating face, a violent spatter of saliva painting both glasses lenses, her sneering lips, and spraying down onto her blouse. She stood, reaching for my pants. As she went to use the fabric to wipe her glasses, she felt the unwieldy presence of the bungee cords in the pockets.
"More?" she crooned, taking the cords out with noises of appreciation as she put them into her own pockets. She wiped the spit off her lenses, then retrieved the underwear from inside the pants. She kneeled close to me again, grabbing my jaw to open my mouth and shove the panties firmly into it.
"Hnph!" I sounded in protest, trying to pull away my head too late.
"Good luck spitting at me again with your mouth crammed full." She sneered, laughing. "Were those panties so wet from you looking forward to getting pushed around by me? Or were you so turned on from the delusion that you'd manage to win?" She cocked her head, pouted, and then went in to firmly grab my other wrist.
I tried to wrestle it away, but the aggression of her gagging me, and the accompanying jeers had left me off kilter once again, and she hooked the final cuff to my remaining wrist. The binds had me laying back, legs spread wide, arms stretched tight to reach my ankles, and tucked slightly under my arched knees. The chains of the cuffs met in a silver X between my ass and ankles. Kat smiled down, pleased at my display.
Kat turned and located the dropped tarp and tucked it below my ass, lifting and pulling until I was situated on it. Then, she tugged the tarp, dragging me along on it through the house on lewd display. She pulled me into the foyer, positioning me squarely in front of the entrance to the house.
She spread my legs out as wide as she could, pulling my wrists tight in a way that puffed my breasts out. Her hands moved further, groping up my chest then firmly yanking my shirt upward, exposing bare tits. Standing up, she straddled my bound body, then began to strip her own denim shorts off.
When she exposed the panties underneath, they already shone wet and slick up the center. I looked up at her entranced by her presence, forgetting my predicament altogether.
Only briefly, though. She never lets me have peace for long.
"Now I get why you were so turned on thinking you had one up on me. I'm fucking drenched too, now that I've won. Good thing I get Dad's cock... I'm not sure I can wait until then, though."
She passed her hands over her slit, rubbing through the material, teasing and further soaking the fabric. Kat worked the panties down her thighs, playfully stripping the layer away. Once it fell down her leg to rest at her ankle, she crouched, unhooking the panties before shoving them to join my own in my already gaping mouth. I muffled my protest through the added resistance, making her giggle.
Kat shifted her body back over me, lowering a knee to wedge between my own. She wiggled lower and lower, until our bare cunts made contact, and she started to grind her heat into mine. I arched away from the ground even further, groaning loudly enough to work its way clearly through the layers of fabric stuffing my mouth.
With incessant friction, she would drive me right up to the brink before withdrawing to hover above me, rubbing her own clit as I watched in desperation. Once she waited me out, letting me fall back from that edge, she'd drop the delicious pressure of her hips back against mine, fitting together like a matching set. The last return to press her soaked pussy into mine, she came while grinding against me, quivering and shaking intensely.
I sobbed, frustrated and needy. Feeling her pussy pulse, slick and pressed open against mine, made me so acutely aware of her pleasure and my denial.
As she huffed through little breaths, regaining her composure, she righted herself and dismounted my body. I craned my neck to watch her retreat from the foyer, but lost sight of her quickly. With an exhausted sigh, I surrendered myself to my capture and gave up trying to struggle.
Tired, splayed open, and relaxed as I could be in this bind, I nodded off briefly. When I came to, Kat was approaching, a silky toy bag in one hand and her phone in the other. Fuck me.
"Wakey-wakey, Val. Something to help you pass the time." She crouched, slipping a Bluetooth vibrator out of the bag and hooking it at my opening. I keened into my gag and she popped it in, ignoring my protest.
With that in, she turned to her phone. I expected her to power it on, clenching in wait around the intrusion.
Instead, I heard the sound of ringing, call connection noises bleeding out through the tinny speakers. Then Dad's voice, husky and expectant--
"Yes, baby? What is it? I just left the office."
"Hi daddy, that's exactly what I was calling to ask! So you're heading to the train now? I have something fun to occupy you on your ride home."
"Is that so? Does it have something to do with the challenge I gave you earlier?"
"Of course, dad. I'm ready for my reward, just waiting for you to get home. The loser has one of the Bluetooth vibes in now, if you want to edge her on your way back."
I shouted warbled protests through my gag, and Kat laughed mischievously. "Oh, hold on dad, let me put you on speaker. I think she has something she wants to share with you."
My muffled cries continued, dignity too far gone to care how it made me look. Both of them laughed cruelly and sharply and I writhed on the floor in red hot embarrassment, despite the cool tile below my flushed skin.
Dad's laughs went quieter then, more distant, and I should have known what would come next. Still, it came as a shock when the vibrator inside me buzzed to life suddenly, amping up into an intense speed immediately.
It shoved me right up to the edge, quick, and I gasped, arching up into an orgasm right before he tore the sensation away, dropping it into a low hum, ruining the build-up that already left me strung tense.
Kat left the call connected, setting the phone near my head so I could whimper and whine into the speaker for Dad's amusement, and then left us both. Dad probably didn't need the audio feedback to perfectly edge me from a distance, as well as he knew my body; but, the sound made him that much more precise and brutal with his torturous ebb and flow of vibrations.
"Okay baby, I'm back at the car now, so I'm going to hang up. We'll leave it right here in the middle, okay.” I could hear his amusement on the other end. “Now you be a good girl while you wait for me to get home, I'll see you soon."
When his car rumbled to a stop in the driveway, I heard the sound of Kat's approaching footsteps echo into the foyer. She entered my peripheral, and I noticed that she had dressed herself up in my favorite lingerie.
"Fucking bitch," I tried hurling through the panty gag, but she just cocked her head at my garbled words, eyeing me curiously. She fucking knows what I'm trying to say, I seethed internally.
She kneeled, perching near my head, facing the door, puffing and prideful like some stupid kitten with a catch. I caught myself, wondering what that left me as in the metaphor, and realizing I would probably be putting her in even more compromising situations right now, had the roles been reversed.
Outside, key jangled against lock, and both of us stilled, locking eyes one final time before we both gazed forward.
Upon entry, he stilled, not even closing the door behind him—just staring, soaking in the literal spread before him. With a wide grin, he turned, finally shutting and locking the door before approaching us.
He rested his hand on Kat's head immediately, caressing her as she tipped into his hold, pressing and leaning against him as she looked up at him.
"Good job, Kat, baby, I knew you could do it," he purred as he continued his rewarding affection. I groaned into my gag, needing to feel his hand on me, or just his gaze at least. Since he left the door, his eyes had been locked on Kat, and I was writhing with rejection and desperation.
"You look so pretty, too. I don't recognize that lingerie." Kat beamed at the praise while I simultaneously cringed at the sting of his words, the implication that it wasn't memorable on me, only notable on her.
Tears stung at the corners of my eyes and I defiantly turned my head away from their overt affection, trying to hide my frustration.
He tutted his tongue at me in disappointment briefly before turning to Kat again—
"Why don't you head to the bedroom, and I'll get this?" He asked, jerking his head my way on those final words.
I could feel her gaze bore into me, righteous with achievement as she stood, but I avoided making eye contact, and she followed his direction at last.
Dad stepped in close to me as Kat retreated, watching to see she'd gotten far enough away before he looked down at me, shaking his head and whispering.
"I can't believe you let Kat best you. I thought for sure it would have been you at that door, waiting triumphantly. Oh well, shows me not to assume." He closed off the disappointed look in his face with a disinterested shrug, then lowered his body to hoist mine up and over his shoulder.
The shifting weight moved the vibrator around and it pressed in at new angles, finding heightened sensitivity in a fresh spot and sending me shivering in his arms. As I settled into his shoulder he landed a firm slap on my bare ass and tossed a growl over his shoulder.
"You better not come, you know you haven't earned it." He followed that with another swat on the other cheek, making me yip into the gag.
Once we made it into the bedroom, he lowered me from his shoulder and tossed me onto the mattress with a bounce. Kat raised up off the mattress as I fell, offering herself to his open arms. He held her close, hands wandering firmly across her curves as he kept his eyes locked on mine. I heard the clinking of his buckle as she undid him, followed closely by the crack of the leather as he lowered his hand to snap it loose in one practiced wrist flick.
Kat lowered herself to her knees before him as she freed his cock from his slacks. Her hand pushed his dress shirt up his hard stomach, finding the lowest button to undo it and part his shirt open wider, the pale purple material framing his pelvis. She pressed her hands there, just below the parted shirt, as she leaned her face toward his erection.
Dad grabbed her face then, squeezing firmly as he chided her. "Easy, tiger. Just because you earned daddy's cock doesn't mean you get to just take it however you like." I laughed at her mistake, briefly distracted from my own discomfort with hers.
It was a brief distraction, and far unequal to the consequences of my amusement. Not muffled enough to escape notice, my laugh drew Dad's attention. He stared hungrily at me spread open before him, my cunt on broad display faced in his direction. It was enough to make even me bashful, turning my face away from his intense stare.
"Back up closer to the bed. Clearly our little plaything is feeling left out over there."
She pushed herself onto all fours then slowly crawled back until she met the bedframe. With a tilt of her head back against the bed, she looked up at him expectantly, awaiting direction.
With a hand at his beltloops to keep his pants secured, the other started to lazily stroke his cock as he followed behind Kat. Straddling her face, he reached forward, pressing his erection carelessly into her cheek as her reached forward to grab under my thighs.
He yanked, hard, jerking me to near the bed side, my open legs close behind Kat's head. After he released my legs and tugged the vibrator loose, tossing it to the side, he reached back to sharply slap my exposed cunt. I gasped in reply, and Kat gasped too, following the wet sound—whether in empathy or jealousy, I couldn't tell.
His other hand fisted into Kat's hair and he tipped her back against the mattress. "Open," he gritted out impatiently, and she eagerly sprung her mouth open, arching her tongue out welcomingly.
From this angle, I could watch hungrily as his cock pressed over and against her receptive tongue and eager mouth. He ground against her, eyes on me watching the wet head of his cock move along Kat's outstretched tongue.
I moaned into my gag and he reached forward with another brutal slap of my open cunt. "Don't be jealous. This is your fault." He chided, following with a few more quick and sharp hits.
Precum glistened at his head and he stroked his shaft, deliberately pressing the bead onto the tip of Kat's tongue. She pursed her lips over the head and sucked needily, and I whimpered at the loss of sight.
Thwack, another wet slap echoed from her soaked cunt as he slapped her again. She arched, looking for more, and he withdrew, putting both hands onto Kat, caressing her head and face as he slipped his length into her mouth.
He fucked her mouth gently, working his way into her throat. She sputtered and gagged and he withdrew, taking out the frustration on my cunt with another whack. If it were my throat, he'd already be buried to the base, making me heady and dazed with his skin pressed against my nose, taking my air away in many ways.
I loved having Dad's cock down my throat; it felt like what I was made to do. To Kat, it was basically punishment. As much as I enjoyed this cruel turn of fate, her "getting Dad's cock," alright—getting it shoved down her throat—I still couldn't help but think it should be me.
Even his reward proved that he had his heart set on me winning this, and the shame of letting him down burned even hotter than the sting of the recent barrage on my spread pussy.
He kept forcing his way down Kat's throat, leaning forward to punish my cunt with more slaps each time she gagged and pushed him away. I could almost come from the pain itself, but even that he carefully measured to prevent me from getting too much at once.
Finally, he tired of the push and pull with Kat and ordered her up. He spun her, pressing her down into the edge of the bed, facing me. He kept pushing her, arching her back to shape the curve of her ass up toward his waist, pushing the back of her head to shove her face into my awaiting cunt.
"Lick. Since you don't want to suck." He said dryly, a final push of her into me. She whimpered, pressing her tongue out pathetically, but I arched up against her for whatever pressure I could take, anyway.
While Dad lined his cock up at her opening, he noticed me bucking my hips up into Kat's awaiting mouth. As he shoved into her, he leaned into me, pressing his hands into my thighs harshly and anchoring me into the bed. He used my bent knees as leverage to plow himself into Kat, her tongue working against me from his thrusts alone.
The pressure against my bent and cuffed body yanked the metal at my wrists tight, and to make things worse, he occasionally released his grip on one leg or the other to slap the tender insides of my thighs.
"She's still not allowed to come, though." Dad growled as he thrust, and Kat nodded wildly. I watched her eyes flare as she mumbled through her mouthful, "I know, Dad."
Behind her, he stilled, his grip on me loosening. Despite that, I felt his tension. Kat's eyes flared fearfully again as she raised her mouth from my core.
"What'd you say?" His words cut through the tension.
"I said, uhh, I meant—"
He interrupted her, "—Not what you meant, I asked what you said."
With a swallow, she finally answered. "I said I know, Dad."
"Right, that's what I thought I heard. And is that the polite way to respond to a direction from Dad?" his words condescending, sticky with cloying sweetness.
"No Dad, it's not polite, I should have said *Yes, sir. Or Yes, Dad. I'm sorry."
"That's right too!" He returned with mock enthusiasm. "One last question for you, Kat." She winced at the use of her name in lieu of a pet name. "Do you deserve to come on Dad's cock, now?"
"I, I, I—n-n-nooo Dad." Kat stuttered, close to tears."
"I think that one's right as well, especially if you agree. Val, are you ready to show Kat how to swallow Dad's cock right?" From the bed, I nodded emphatically in reply.
He pointed Kat off to the edge of the bed, and reached for my shoulder to drag me around, flipping my position to lean my head back off the edge of the mattress. I let my mouth hang open obediently, eager to have the underwear gag removed.
"Take those out for her, Kat." He ordered her coolly, offering no further acknowledgement when she unplugged my waiting mouth.
Without the same warmup he offered to Kat, not needing it, he sunk his length into my throat all at once. He fucked into me deep and steady, long strokes that lodged him firmly under his waiting palm resting on my neck, and exited fully, letting my tongue lave over his head with each pass.
"Get down there and make yourself useful, Kat. Make her cum all over your sad little face, she gets your orgasm now." Kat swallowed a sob, pouting as she crawled to my lap, lowering her face once again to my now dripping cunt.
Kat held onto her last shreds of control by teasing me up to the edge and backing off, again and again. My mouth stuffed too full to speak, it took a few times before Dad realized what she was doing, the way I writhed miserably below her.
"I. Said. Make. Her. Cum." he bit out the words, punctuated by thrusts into my mouth that bucked me against Kat's mouth in turn. Finally she relented, meeting my clit with firm pressure as Dad's cock pulsed in my throat. We came together, harsh and drawn out, full of desperate release. Kat whimpered against my cunt and Dad laughed down at her.
"You can stop now." Kat moved back, eyes pleading as she searched his face. He clicked his tongue in reply, following it with a chiding "you're not changing my mind. You don't come today, or until you learn better manners."
He looked back to me, stroking my face. "In fact," he purred, "Val and I are going to say that we planned it from the start." He planted a kiss on my nose, hand still caressing my cheek, and continued.
"Thanks for letting her win, Val. You're the bestest brat."
The fantasy below the cut was inspired by this post - "What if I just like idk tied you down and tried out different toys on you to see which ones make you make the noises I like the best?"
Just had to write the scenario out featuring (some of) my own toys.
Mature content below the cut; obviously.
She adored her toy collection - modest, but growing regularly, her nightstand served nearly exclusively to store them. They were neat, organized, and easily accessible. All things she was usually grateful for—
—All things she was currently cursing herself for.
It was all too easy for her current house guest to locate the curation of gadgets and accessories and grow curious to see them in action.
“I just want to hear how they make you sound,” they had said, as if it would assuage her shyness.
“Which one?”
“All of them.”
She laughed nervously before saying “you’d have to tie me down to get through all of them in one night, I think.”
She didn’t expect that they’d take her seriously.
The black rope twisted around her wrists and ankles, disappearing around each corner of the mattress, where they wrapped firmly around the joint of each frame leg, leaving little wiggle room.
Feeling herself slack-jawed, panting in anticipation and agape in multiple ways, yet utterly unable to draw herself together, was a wicked sensation. Embarrassing, yet thrilling.
“I haven’t even touched you yet, why are you already shaking like that? Cold?”
Hurt washed over her face temporarily, her eyebrows creasing tight, before she bit her lip and turned. She stared at the wall defiantly, pretending not to hear the sound of them rifling through toyboxes behind her.
One hand settled on the bed near her shoulder, their weight shifting her slightly back as they leaned in to whisper in her ear-
“Don’t look away again.”
While she could still feel the chill of the whisper against her skin, raising hairs all over, they grabbed her jaw firmly and squished her mouth open as they turned her face. In the meantime, they’d fetched a dildo with their free hand and pushed it into her gasping mouth.
With muffled sounds of protest, she tried to wrestle her head free, but they held tight. She sputtered around the deep blue silicone, her desperate attempts to pull away only working the toy against her throat more jarringly.
Once enough spit had been worked up over its length and down her chin to satisfy, they slowly withdrew it. Swirling it against her tongue in slow, lazy circles on the way out, they covered every possible bit of the toy.
They drew whimpers out of her, too, and she pressed her tongue out as much as she could to give them access, silently pleading for more.
They freed the grasp on her face at last, just to move between her legs, testing the wetness gathered there. Their fingers barely parted her lips, yet already drew away a glistening arc.
She was teased verbally, too, with a sweet yet sneering, “I know you didn’t really need any extra moisture to take this, but it looked too pretty with your pouty lips around it.”
Any retort she tried to work up was cut short by the gasp as they pressed it into her, deeply. The toy wasn’t too big, but the slight curve hit an angle that sent her reeling immediately, hips writhing upward for any relief, heels searching for purchase against the sheets.
Already, she was reduced to short and breathless gasps of “ah,” over and over again, as they rocked the toy against her, testing slight variations of depth to see where exactly it would draw the loudest cries. With a final thrust, they drew it out with a firm upward pressure the whole way, pressing down from the base until the tip popped out.
“FUCK!” was drawn out on a wail as she arched every bit of her core off the bed, her restraints drawn. The prying and overstimulating exit left her right on the edge, and she gasped in desperation.
“Ohhh f-fuck pleasepleasepleaseplease” she nearly cried, as her hips continued moving to find stimulation that wasn't there, against her will.
“Please, what? Would you like to tell me which toy I should use next? I can do that, since you begged so nicely.”
The only reply she offered up was an exasperated, halting exhalation as her hips finally lowered back to center.
They held up a rose gold clit-sucking vibe in one hand, and a mint-green rabbit vibe in the other, raising their eyebrow to her in query. She pouted, still panting to catch her breath.
“Will you pick, or should I? I won’t wait much longer.”
She nodded her chin towards the rabbit; they put the rabbit back down in the toy box, powering the lil' sucker up instead. She groaned out a wholly unsurprised, but still frustrated noise. They trailed the toy to capture a hardened nipple and her protest evened into a low, satisfied humming.
They pulled the toy away, replacing the pulsing, buzzing sensation with a hard pinch, and she cried out and tried to pull away. This only tugged her nipple tighter, and they moved the vibrator to the other side while her first was still pressed between their fingers.
Pain and pleasure contrasted and she could swear she felt each pulse of the vibrator zap right to her clit in this heightened state. They alternated this method for a while, until her chest blossomed red and raised from the attention and the slightest touch had her whimpering.
Finally, the vibrator found its rightful place pressed against her clit and she came almost immediately, so built up from the teasing. Her hips pressed as high as her restraints allowed her; she almost hovered, buzzing and tense. She shivered, hard, finally crashing down from the drawn-out orgasm and collapsing, pleading for a break.
They kept the toy still firmly conjoined to her now over-sensitive clit.
Pleasured cries of release warped into strained, worried, desperate pleading to please be given a break, but they used their free hand to press her down at the hips and keep the toy buzzing away at her pulsing clit.
Pleading devolved further until she was a wordless mess of “ahh”s and “ungg”s and “f-f-fuuu-”s, sputtering through a few more orgasms as they overstimulated her further.
Once tears ran down her face from the overwhelming pleasure, they finally gave her a break, turning at the side of the bed to return to the nightstand full of torture devices toys. They turned back to her, one arm behind their back, and the other reached to touch her hair. She pulled away, instinctively, but they easily reached her anyway, petting her hair with a hushing noise.
“That’s okay, what do you think I’m going to do? I’m just fixing your pretty hair, you mussed it all up with all your thrashing.”
They continued petting, smoothing, collecting all the hair off her shoulders and behind her. When they were satisfied, they leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead, and the other arm emerged from behind their back to wrap a collar around her now-bared neck.
They clasped it, carefully testing the tightness with fingers tucked under and straightening it simultaneously. Color raised in her cheeks, and she tried to turn her face away again, but a hand catching her jaw reminded her of their earlier warning.
A nervous whimper left her throat as she turned back to them to be met with a firm tug of the o-ring at the front of the collar and a measured whisper.
“Good girl, you remembered.”
Another whimper left her throat, and she immediately hated herself for how it so clearly asked for more, that needy little sound.
She hoped they would miss it, but there was no such luck. Their expression was hungry, wicked with want as they leaned into her face. With a finger at the o-ring, they pulled her by the collar to their face. The pressure around her neck made a gasp rush from her and her eyes went wide, still and breathless.
“You look so pretty collared,” whispered almost into her mouth with their closeness, their eyes roving her face like they wanted to memorize her current expression. “You like being collared, don’t you? You like being good for me. Tell me how much you like it?”
They drew back from her face with those last words, their finger still hooked in the ring of the collar to apply the slightest tugging pressure.
She raised up toward them as they retreated, her back arching, recovering what distance they put between them that she could. She gasped, momentarily hurt, when they moved further back, just out of her reach.
“Yes!” she gasped out loudly. “Yes I like being collared and I like being good for you, so so so much.”
The words rushed over one another, pitchy and desperate. Then, quieter, shyness growing in her face as the meaning of her obedience settled in-
“Thank you for letting me be a good girl for you, I d-d-do like to. And… Thank you for collaring me, I-I-I like wearing it for you. I feel so good. It all feels so good. You’re-Ahhhh!”
Her words of praise pitched to a close when they reached forward, clamping a small clothespin over her raised, still tender, nipple. They grabbed the other side, rubbing her nipple to hardness, the tender stroke contrasting with the stinging on the other side, before following with the second pin.
She cried out in pain and pleasure again, arching her chest up and balling the sheet into her fist. They chuckled at her protest, kneading a whole breast in each hand, tweaking the pin painfully beneath their grasp. She keeled again, the mixture of sensations clear in her drawn out groan.
They hooked the matching body harness to the o-ring of the collar, smoothing it down evenly between her tender breasts. They took the ends around her sides, looking down to her knowingly until she arched her back again, giving them room to weave the harness around the back and loop it closed with a prideful compliment.
“Such a good girl. And so pretty like this” they said, stepping back to admire her.
A pleased hum left her chest before she could contain it and they chuckled in return, turning back to the open toyboxes. They felt around, squeezing the toys through their silky bags to try to pick their next instrument. Pleased, they drew a long thin bag out, sliding a beautiful, iridescent purple, curved, glass dildo out.
“Well, this is so interesting,” they pondered as they weighed the toy in their hands. It was thin, not all that long, but the shape was almost like a wave, swells and dips creating width and points for hitting all the right angles.
They slid the glass along her breasts, down her body, and she shivered at the chill of the glass. Goosebumps raised on her body as she gasped and tried to draw away from it.
Chuckling swelled from their chest again as they said, “well, that is even more interesting. It gives me an idea. You stay put, okay? Don’t go anywhere!” They laughed harder at their own bad joke as they exited the bedroom, toy still in hand.
The worried whimper of protest that she emitted was completely ignored.
When they came back, the toy was gone, and she searched their face for any sign of where or why.
With a pat of her thigh and a soft clicking of their tongue, they spoke condescendingly, sickly-sweetness lining their words—
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’ll get that toy soon. Let’s see what else we can entertain ourselves with in the meantime, huh?” Returning to the nightstand yet again, they searched for their next tool.
They picked up the mint green rabbit vibe they had denied her earlier, turning it over in their hand, admiring the weight and the sturdy handle that made manipulating the toy effortless. They powered the toy on inquisitively, a satisfied chuckle bubbling up when the toy jumped to life, the tip thrusting. They powered it off again, setting it down to rest on her belly as they returned to the nightstand for lube.
“This one is thick. I bet it stretches you out sooo nicely.” They purred at her as they flicked the lid open on the lube, dribbling the cold jelly to pool in stark contrast along her hot center.
She groaned out softly in reply, blushing even hotter and squirming her hips as they watched the lube slide torturously down her cunt. They reached up her body languidly, grabbing the vibrator handle and slowly dragging it down her core.
Lazy flicks along her slit spread the lube around, the tip of the toy catching her opening with each pass, pressing almost in and popping loose, drawing a gasp from her with every pass. They powered on the vibrator; it purred to life as it barely grazed up her clit. Her body bucked, the stimulation jolting her with pleasure even on the lowest setting.
They pressed in, eyes darting between the sight of her clenching around the toy, the delicious stretching giving just a bit of resistance, and her face knit up into an expression of a silent scream.
“Fuck, that’s such a tight fit for you. You take it so well.”
She clenched at the words, the muscle contraction sucking the toy firmly into place with a satisfying buck. The vibrator extended upward to firmly press down against her clit from the outside, each part of the toy buzzing. The waves of pleasure pulsed through her, humming against her pubic bone and radiating out across her tummy until her whole core felt alight with it.
The silent cry the initial intrusion wrought out of her still held her face stunned and open, eyes and mouth wide, but now a strangled series of “nggh”s and “uhh”s escaped her.
They turned the vibrator up. And again. They turned the thrusting on, and up and up and up.
The scream was real, then; a loud, sobbing cry that wrenched out of her discordantly. They tried to fuck the toy into her, but her clenching muscles carried her toward them as they tried to pull it out. It popped back in place, making the vibrator return to her clit with a smacking force sending her hips bucked wildly, a pointless escape attempt.
They clicked their tongue at her and leaned close to whisper, “you’re not going to come right away again, are you? Don’t you want me to have any fun? I want to work for it.”
Now her sobs were real, too, tears glistening along her cheeks from the combined overstimulation and sting of embarrassment. They met her gaze with faux-sympathy, a condescending pout shaping their lips, and she instinctively tried to wipe tears off with the back of her hand.
When the tension of the rope reminded her of her bind, she whimpered slightly before returning her gaze to their eyes, embarrassment hardening into icy rage.
“Atta girl, chin-up,” delivered with a wink and a tweak of her chin before she could wrench it free. With another private laugh, they returned to grinding the toy into her, making her glare melt again as her eyes rolled back momentarily and she pressed her heels into the mattress.
Attempts to withdraw the toy from her current vice-grip on it continued to fail, and she bucked her hips. She repeated a series of strangled “uh-uh-uh”s, their increasing pitch signaling another quickly incoming orgasm.
“You’re not going to stop clenching around this toy to let me get it out of your tight little hole until I turn it off, hm?” they asked.
She nodded immediately, each movement punctuated with quick repetitions of desperate pleas.
They powered the vibrator off, vibrations first, then left it to thrust into her a few more beats before finally turning it fully off.
Her body slowly unwound, her hips returning to the mattress first. Tiny hiccups of breath shook her belly, and spasms still trembled along the insides of her thighs from how long they had been tense. They didn’t try to remove the toy for a while, just stroked their hand down her chest and belly in slow, intentional motions.
She felt her breath slowing, her focus guided to measure it by their comforting pressure. She wasn’t sure how they could tell, but when every muscle in her body finally relaxed, they knew. It was then that they returned their grip to the handle of the toy still inside of her and wrenched it free in one quick tug.
“Ohhhhh FUCK ahhh-” she wailed, but was interrupted when they thrust it right back. She grunted quietly, a little gasp of “uh-” cut off by another wail as they yanked it out again. They fucked her roughly this way for a few more thrusts, working her open, before they powered the vibrations and thrusts up once again.
Even as her muscles tensed in response to the returned sensations, they kept up the rate of their thrusts. The protrusion that met her clit forced against her with each drive of the toy into her, nearing painful.
She gasped as the toy withdrew, then whimpered when she met its base again. She slid into another climax suddenly when their thrusts slowed to a deep grind. They pressed the vibrator down from the handle so the thrusts of the toy angled upward.
Despite her tied ankles, her thighs still drew together as close as she could manage as she arched with pleasure. She writhed and shook, desperate to get loose from where the toy still pounded against her.
“I think the next thing your collection needs is a spreader bar,” they grumbled, shoving her apart and down with a free hand on her thigh.
When they had satisfied themselves with her willingness to accept the overstimulation, they left the toy in and stepped back. Even without them fucking her with it, the toy thrust just enough to grind against her and keep her on edge. They chuckled with satisfaction as they admired it working itself in and out of her.
“That can keep you entertained while I go fetch that other dildo,” they said as they left the room once again.
She groaned, arching and squeezing in an attempt to unlodge the rabbit vibe from her aching cunt, but only managed to push herself into another orgasm. She sobbed, doing her best to stifle the noise.
Shortly after, they returned with the missing toy hooked over a finger and promptly stated-
“I didn’t expect you to be that well entertained. I can’t believe you came without me here to watch.”
They traced the glass dildo across the swell of her chest and she arched, gasping. The glass was cold. Not like before, when it was chill to the touch–ice cold. Frigid. They lift it, bring it back against her stomach, and she groans.
She can’t decide if she’s eager for the temperature to cool the ache of overstimulation, still worsening with each thrust of the toy into her, or if she’s more afraid of how badly the cold will hurt.
Her whimpering grew more desperate as the cold parted her legs, tracing down one thigh, up the other. They drew the dildo away, briefly, only to finally remove the rabbit vibe from her.
Unexpectedly, she caught herself sputtering at its exit, at its absence, even as it withdrew easily this time—she had grown accustomed to the stretch.
She knew the glass dildo well, and it did not offer the same satisfying stretch. It hit all the angles with overwhelming, unyielding pressure. It wound her up tight and ready, but it didn’t give her the satisfying fill she needed to be able to come.
There was no more time for worrying when they brought her attention back to them with a brush of the icy glass along her cunt.
“Ahhhhh!”
The top curve of the glass barely made contact with her clit, yet the temperature difference felt like a jolt of electricity through her. Her toes curled and her elbows and heels grappled for purchase in the sheets.
Her arch to get away only served to open herself to more angles for the cold wand of glass to trail zaps and goosebumps across all of her most sensitive spots. Brushing up the inner cheek and up to her thigh, tracing along every fold, using the dildo to press her open as they inspected her every reaction.
Finally, they thrust the toy into her and she sobbed, the cold simultaneously numbing some of the sensation and making her painfully aware of its presence within her. Every swell of the swirling glass pressed distinctly against her walls.
Eyes rolling back, she gasped out a quiet “oh god.”
When they started moving the toy, she had to brace herself. It ached. So cold, and with such deep and firm pressure that stung and pleasured simultaneously.
They manipulated the versatile dildo until they found every angle she loved and hated most, wringing blessings and curses alike from her lips. They kept fucking her past when the glass returned to room temperature, until it went warm with her heat.
Withdrawing the toy with a firm press upwards again, as with every other toy, wrenched another desperate sob and sent her clenching, on the edge, as she went back to being empty.
She hated how she couldn’t help but have her hips buck upward, searching for any stimulation again, when so recently she’d been begging for—well, she never really said what, exactly. A break, less stimulation, mercy?
Whatever it was wasn’t the point. The point was, her words begged for one thing while her body betrayed her real needs.
It was effortlessly degrading to her, and she loved every moment.
They picked up a pink wand next, and she started to wonder if she actually did want more, already anticipating the powerful rumble she knew would be coming. Pressing it to her clit, the vibrator whirred on.
Unlike most toys that start on a low setting and you turn up, this wand starts on the highest setting and you turn it down. But it was already pressed firmly to her clit when they discovered this quirk—and the responding way her body arched.
They never turned it down. They just left it on the highest setting, igniting a string of incendiary “fuck”s and “fuckers”s, punctuated with much more sweet begging please.
She was losing count of how many times she’d come, the strong vibrator shaking her core and any coherent thought loose, too. When all her words devolved into unintelligible sputtering, they stopped.
Next, her other glass dildo emerged from the toy-box. This one was two-sided, with a curved side and a beaded side. They grabbed lube, too, dribbling it to gather along the seams of the beaded end.
A low and nervous moan exited her as she began to comprehend their plan.
They let it grind through her wetness as they pushed it down, further. She was already slick all the way down to her ass with so much moisture gathering there, but they gathered even more there.
The first bead circled her ass and she gritted her teeth, nervous huffs escaping from between them. They pushed slowly, the pressure only enough to have her take what she was ready for. Her cries grew pitchy, still breathy. The first bead popped in and she yelled, eyes gone wide.
Another bead followed and this time her cry resembled something much closer to a moan. By the time they worked the third bead in and she took the dildo to the base, the moan was blatant, wanton.
“You love having something in your ass, huh?” they asked, and their question was met with even louder moans.
They chuckled before continuing, “that's not an answer…”
“Yes, I love it! So much! Please, more, I need more—ahhhh!” Her words choked off as they worked the beads out of her quickly then shoved them back in roughly.
Her hips bucked wide, knees spreading as much as possible, giving them more room to angle the dildo. The round hardness pressed up to where she could feel it stimulating her clit through her sensitive walls.
“Right there—oh god—oh oh yesyesyes” she gasped, eyes flaring with need.
Following her direction, they kept the angle up, working the third bead in and out of her easily as they ground the tip right where she wanted it.
This orgasm built up slowly, intentionally. It did make them work for it, as they had wanted before. But they were desperate to see her climax around the clear beads, no stimulation but the glass roughly fucking her ass, and the preceding overstimulation that left her strung out and sensitive. Their pace grew frenzied as a result, while still never losing control over hitting the spot that had her teetering closer to the edge.
She clenched all over before she came loudly, throaty and uninhibited, sobbing and satisfied. They moaned, too, encouraging and praising as the orgasm continued unraveling through her. When she finally collapsed into a heap, they finally withdrew the dildo, gently working it out of her as she whimpered tiredly.
With a squeeze to her thigh, they turned to the foot of the bed and began untying one of her ankles, then the other. She whimpered again, not ready for it to end. She had more toys they hadn’t used yet…
By then, they had freed all but one wrist, petting and soothing along the way as they undid her. When the last wrist was free, they hauled her up and into her lap. For a few minutes, they remained that way, simultaneously stroking and squeezing all over. With a final firm grope of her ass in both hands, they tipped her back toward the mattress, face down.
A moan left her mouth as soon as she felt a hand follow to her head, pressing her firmly into her place before traveling up the length of her spine. At her waist, they pushed downward, forcing her to arch her back. Their other hand joined as they moved to her hips, grabbing firmly to hoist her up from her ass and into an even deeper arch and presentation.
When their hands disappeared from their grip on her and started rustling in the nightstand again, she groaned loudly.
“I can’t believe you’re still so ready for more. Such a good, willing girl.” Their words made her groan again, grinding her hips back into the air, begging for stimulation.
Her wrists were gathered together then, pulled roughly to meet behind her waist. They wrapped her cuffs around each wrist, the soft leather cool on her flushed skin. They hooked them together in the middle, and she whimpered as more weight pushed onto her face without her arms to support her.
They yanked her knees apart, wide, then grazed their fingertip up between her legs. They only barely made contact, just sliding over the slick of her arousal. They circled her asshole, pressing just a bit, and then they withdrew. She moaned, pushing her ass back desperately.
The sound of the lube bottle clicking open once again had her whimpering in anticipation, and she thought she may come just from the cold of it drizzling over the tender hole.
Something buzzed to life behind her, and she groaned louder. A buttplug pressed at her opening. It was big, wide, and it always took her so much effort to get it into her. She’d only ever used it a few times because of that, usually finding she would give up trying to work it into herself.
At this angle, she was stretched tense, and it was almost impossible to relax into the invading pressure. She whimpered fearfully, but an edge of anticipation for the pain and strain lingered, nonetheless.
They pushed harder and gained some distance, but still met too much resistance at the widest point, and she cried out in pain.
“Oh god–nononono it won’t fit this way!” she cried in desperation, her hands wildly flailing to fail adorably at trying to swat them away. The cuffs did their job, keeping her bound there and helpless.
“It’s going to fit,” said quietly between gritted teeth as they pressed the plug into her again.
Despite her desperate cries and squirming, they didn’t relent the pressure this time. They held firm, pushing with gentle force, so her squirming only served to work her own asshole over the plug until it finally, satisfyingly popped in.
“Ohhhhh goooodddd,” she mumbled into the sheets, mouth gaping, as the vibrations buzzed right against the sensitive spot that was still tender from the firm pressure of the last toy.
Her ass bucked wildly, totally out of her own control as they turned the vibrations up stronger. She couldn’t even hear them returning to the toy-box, too blissed out from the pulsing plug deep inside her.
They buzzed on a small bullet vibrator in the same soft lavender-colored silicone as the butt plug, dragging it slowly up her cunt on the lowest setting. She shivered and bucked harder as the vibrator barely passed over her clit.
Her moans into the mattress grew frenzied at the dual stimulation, her bucking losing rhythm entirely.
They sunk the vibrator into her clenching pussy and she rolled into an orgasm, fists balling up the sheets as she drooled around a quiet series of “uh-uh-uhs,” grunting right into the bed.
“Oh, no… I just realized that I'm using two toys on you at the same time… That’s going to skew my results. Well, I guess we’ll have to start over again and be more careful this time.”
An exhausted whimper escaped her, and they replied with a firm slap of her ass cheek. She cried out, face rearing up from the bed in response before falling back forward, her arch slipping.
They pulled her hips back to reshape her spine into the deep dip that presented her ass, the loop of the pretty plug jutting out invitingly. They tugged on that too, making her yelp.
“This is really your fault for having such needy holes. I felt like I had to fill them both up at once to satisfy you.” Another spank on the other cheek. “Say thank you.”
She moaned out her gratitude, arching her ass toward them for more.
