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@femdom3rd
No coming without permission, sweetie. But then again, it’ll probably be tough to ask with that gag, huh? Well, too bad. I’m going to keep this up for as long as I want, and if you come, well then, I’ll just keep this up for as long as I want.
It’s not like you’re gonna stop me now, is it?
hello slave. it’s okay to stare up at your Goddess. I know you can’t help it. look at My Perfection. . .My flawless face, My full tits, My toned body. . .mmm moan if you have to. do you feel the waves of obedient lust taking over?
here is the rest of Me, slave. . .mmm your mind is just about broken. are you rock hard yet? good. now Edge for Me, slave. . .EDGE. Worship what owns you. . .
gooned out? it’s okay, you may shoot slave. . .SHOOT. thaaaatt’s it, lock your eyes with Mine and scream “thank you Goddess!” as you CUM! good boy. . .so weak. . .so broken.
Just the sound of our vibrator caused you to cum and ruin your orgasm. You really think you can survive the next 23 hours with us? Oh boy, you are surely mistaken. Get ready for teasing, edging, denying, and more ruined orgasms until you're a broken blubbering mess ready to give everything away to make us stop! Don't worry, you will give it all away in exchange for us stopping by locking you in chastity. Yes, you will be begging for chastity in 23 hours. You don't believe us? You don't think we can do it? Well let's prove you wrong!!!
"We're going to play my favorite game again. You know the one: I'm going to edge you over and over and over again. You're going to suffer through it for as long as you can, praying that I push you too far and accidentally let you cum. I'm going to try and make it so hard for you that you can't take it and beg to be locked back up. Oh, don't cry. I'm sure you'll win eventually...."
10 girls.
Does anyone DARE to try The Pick-A-Girl Game with this pic? Rules here.
If you try, you are a brave, brave man! Let me know how it goes!
“Shhhh, I know. I know it hurts. But we’re almost done. Just three more rubber bands on your balls and then I’ll have sex with you. Wow! Good thing I tied you down; you’re really thrashing around. Good thing I stuffed your mouth too. Those screams would probably bother the neighbors….”
When she was done you were in more pain than you had ever felt in your life. Your balls, held still by a piece of string tied tightly around your sack, had over a dozen rubber bands on them, all in the same spot. Each band, right on top of the others, had caused the squeeze to get tighter and tighter. Now your balls were getting crushed. Her only mercy had been to drape some thin cloth over your sack first so that the bands didn’t pinch skin.
The ropes around your ankles and your neck (tied to the head- and foot-boards) held your body straight, keeping you from curling up in your misery. Your hands, tied behind your back, held your hips up at the perfect height.
She pulled her loose shorts to the side and stuck you inside of her. Then she slowly descended upon your shaft, coming to rest sitting on your hips. And that was where she stayed….
You could feel the warm and the wet, the texture of her inside, but she wasn’t moving. It was a cruel tease, leaving you inside of her, where you had dreamt of being for weeks, but making it so unpleasant that you just wanted it to end. But somehow the crushing pain and the erotic tease were enough for you to slowly start climbing towards a finish….very slowly.
She entertained herself by watching the pained and confused expressions on your face (and occasionally playing with her clit). Eventually, finally, you felt yourself cresting. You would never have thought it possible to have a ruined orgasm while balls deep in a woman, but that’s exactly what happened.
You don’t know if she felt the throbbing or the wet splurge, but even if she didn’t she could tell. As soon as the unsatisfying orgasm passed, the pain in your balls tripled. She had played around with this before; after an orgasm they were somehow more sensitive to pain. So as soon as your screams and your thrashing increased, she knew you had cum.
Like a snake, coiled and ready to strike, she sprang into action. Suddenly she was riding you hard and fast. For the past twenty minutes she had enjoyed watching you suffer, but she had been waiting for this exact moment.
Every lift, every plunge, every fold and texture inside of her was rubbing furiously along the head of your dick, now hyper-sensitive after an orgasm. She had held back her desire, knowing that this time would come, and now she was fucking you like a wild animal. She was riding your cock with reckless abandon. She no longer had to care if you came or not, now she was driving wildly towards her own earth-shattering, toe-curling, body-spasming orgasm. She was hell bent on using your cock to completely satisfy herself, and she was succeeding.
The post-orgasm torture made your body twitch and spasm but, tied up like you were, there was nowhere to go. Nothing you could do except get used as her sex toy while she got herself off, her pleasure spurred on by your pain.
Finally she plunged down and started grinding her pussy against you. You could feel her walls clenching as her breasts heaved from the exertion. When it was over, she collapsed on the bed next to you, almost unconscious.
It was like being attacked by a bear while caught in a bear trap. If the bear stopped attacking you, you were still caught in the bear trap. You were relieved that she had stopped fucking you, but your balls were still caught in her bear trap. The crushing pain had not lessened at all during this whole ordeal. In fact, it had gradually gotten worse. It felt like your balls were trapped in a humbler and she was sitting on them.
But your muffled screams didn’t seem to register. She was just laying there next to you, riding the endorphin rush of her intense orgasm. Her eyes were closed and you were pretty sure that at one point she fell asleep briefly.
Eventually, your screams and your struggles seemed to rouse her. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled at you. She was pleased with herself, and the fact that you were still in agony didn’t seem to concern her in the slightest.
She fondled one of her massive breasts with one hand while she lazily started removing rubber bands with the other. As soon as she removed the very first band you felt a world of pain go away, and each band after that made your balls feel better and better.
But she didn’t take them all off. She stopped with two or three bands left on your balls. After the excruciating pain of before, you were able to bear this pain silently. She gave your balls a couple gentle pats (that felt like hammer blows in their current condition), then she threw a leg over you (right up against your trapped and abused balls), laid her head on your shoulder, and actually went to sleep……
"Good morning, honey! Yeah, I know, it's 4am, but it's your release day and I'm just so excited to make you cum. I've decided that today's release day game will be called Let's Find the Magic Number! The number of times I can make you cum today will be the 'magic number'. That will be the number of weeks until your next orgasm. That will be the number of days that get added to that time if you don't make me cum every single day. That will also be the number of times I edge you every single day, and the number of times I will slap your balls in between each edge. In case you haven't figured it out, you REALLY want to try and hold back those orgasms today. And I know what you're thinking; you'll just stop me from touching your dick. I've already thought of that. Every single time you block me or push me away, it will automatically count as another orgasm. And that's going to include pushing me away when I'm playing with post-O torture. In fact, that will count double, one for the orgasm and one for blocking me. Today, you are going to be my little plaything. So let's have some fun and see how many times I can make you cum! My goal is 12, but I think I can beat that. Let's see if we can't get you up to 5 before breakfast!"
The expressions on this man's face, his tormented moans, the uncontrollable shaking of his hips had her intoxicated on a high of pure sexual power.
It hadn't been long ago that she had this man who was totally at her mercy, wrists bound to his sides, so desperately aroused that he was shamelessly begging her to allow him to cum.
And now? Four orgasms later? He was begging just as pleadingly for them to stop.
Her voice was a throaty, seductive growl, taunting, "But I thought that this was what you wanted?... hmm?... to cum?"
"No more, no more.... that's enough," he panted. Each orgasm that she extracted from him was like an explosion of pleasure, but each one was also taking more of a toll on his now spent body.
His balls churned and ached as eventually his body would be drawn back to the edge by her relentless, skilled stroking. But now, rather than abandoning his cock and leaving him frustrated like she had done so many times earlier she instead was giving him no choice but to surrender to the pleasure.
She'd chuckled wickedly at his whimper a moment earlier when they'd both recognized the tell tale signs that she once again had him at that point when another orgasm was inevitable.
"What's the matter, baby?", she'd taunted softly in his ear. "Are you going to cum for me again?.... hmm?... do you even have any left?"
"Nooo," he groaned, his orgasms now a surreal blend of pleasure and agony. Still, once again she'd sent him tumbling over the edge, barely even a dribble of cum drooling from the tip this time.
Panting in the aftermath he pleaded, "Ok, ok.... that's enough... no more.... I can't cum any more."
With a smile she purred, "Oh sweetie, that's all up to you." Again she snuggled in close, pressing herself up against him, wrapping herself around him as her curves began to writhe sensually around him.
Sucking softly on his ear she murmured, "It's all up to you. All you have to do is... don't get turned on.... don't let your cock show signs of life... all you have to do is resist me."
She smiled at his whimper, whispering, "Can you do that, baby?... can you resist me?... because if you can't, if I sense your cock giving in... mmm, I'm not going to stop until I've drained you dry."
"Oh my god....," he groaned in disbelief.
"Let's find out," she teased. "Let's have a little contest. My lips... my tongue... and my mouth... against your cock. Let's see who wins."
And with a throaty chuckle she began to slowly descend down his body.....
Ladies, it is so fun to play “All or Nothing” with your man. First, you need to have him locked in chastity for at least a month, all the while teasing him and enjoying him taking out his sexual frustrations on you with massages, oral sex, pampering, and so on. Then, when he has begged and begged for an orgasm, restrain him and spend an evening giving him all the orgasms you can, until he is begging to be locked back in chastity (the only way you will stop). Then, lock him back up and repeat the cycle. It is a fun reminder that he is no longer in control of his penis.
What are sisters for?
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Don’t do it. Don’t try to escape. She might be more serious than you bargained for. ~tries to pull out, hoping she’ll do that to me…~
Personal favorite.
Oh god, not the night nurse….. not again…….
What was her deal?…. what was wrong with her?…. why did she insist on doing this to him, night after night??….
For three nights it had been the same thing. Every night she would quietly slip in to his room every two hours like clockwork. Without so much as a single word, much less an explanation, she would gently draw his cock free from his thin hospital gown.
Using soft, gentle, tender strokes she would slowly bring his cock to the brink of orgasm….. then stop. After a brief pause and any hope he had of release had vanished, she would resume…. repeating the process.
Then again….
And again….
Then once more.
After the fifth time, with his cock now desperately engorged…. weeping tears of pre-cum… and aching for release… she would gently tuck it back away beneath his thin hospital gown, leaving it to throb in frustration.
With both of his arms in casts and secured in traction, he had no hope of easing his suffering on his own. And begging her for relief was pointless… she would simply smile and ignore his pleas…. not uttering a word in response.
Finally tonight, on the third night… after the second of what would no doubt be four visits… he finally got her to respond to a question.
As she was tucking his aching erection back away after his fifth near orgasm he whimpered in frustration, “Why?….. why are you doing this to me?…. can’t you at least tell me that?”
Looking in to his eyes she calmly replied, “Because I can…..”
With that she turned and walked away. Just before closing the curtain she flashed him a friendly smile, and quietly purred, “See you in two hours sweetie….”
Edging & Promises...
She didn’t plan on edging me so hard, for so long, that night. It was supposed to be a quick whirl before bedtime, just to keep the machinery in order. But once my chin tipped back, my fists clenched, and my legs started trembling, her plan changed…
“Really? Already?”
I could barely grunt a reply. Steady streams of slick precum answered on my behalf. Countless days of denial had taken their toll.
In that moment, something possessed her. Everything changed – her voice, her gaze, her grip – awakened to a new, urgent purpose – raw, searing focus on every detail of the scene before her. Sweet turned stern. Tender turned vicious. Soft turned rough and slow turned quick…
My toes curled.
“What’s wrong, baby?” She growled, “Are you close? Are you fighting the urge to cum? Are you holding back, waiting for my permission, like a good boy?”
Through gritted teeth, the best I could do was nod.
“If I stroke you hard and fast like this, will it make you cum?”
Another nod.
Her tone was neither playful nor pouty. Instead, she placed harsh, threatening edges on every word, “But I haven’t given you permission yet!”
Thoughts of consequences flashed to mind. I literally whimpered in her hands. My eyes clamped shut.
“Hey!” voice like a whip, “Look at me! Look into my eyes, right here! Don’t try to hide. Focus! Focus on this. Watch! Watch exactly what I do to you.”
Muscles twitching, breath seizing… My universe narrowed to the taut thread of energy between us, quivering with tension, ready to snap.
Intense – focused – relentless, “Good. If I give you permission and stroke you hard and fast, just like this, will you cum for me?”
Against my sweat-soaked pillow, an emphatic nod. It was all I could muster.
A twist in the plot, “Do you promise?”
Mind scrambled, my confusion was obvious. Was she giving me my moment? Finally?
“Do you promise to cum for me?”
Another emphatic nod.
Rhythm unrelenting, grip tightening, “Say it. Promise to cum for me, and I will stroke you hard and fast, just like this.”
An incoherent gush of promises, pledges, vows, pleas – everything I could think of – it all spilled out. Anything she wanted, I would say. Anything she needed, I would do.
“Good.” What should have been satisfaction instead sounded sinister – twisted, “Then cum for me, baby.”
Another twist in the plot: She let go – leaving me to reel against my edge, abandoned, quivering in shock, unable to finish.
As dark and sinister as ever, “What’s wrong? I said you could cum, baby.”
Bewilderment overshadowed pleasure. My edge faded.
Her tight fist once again took my cock. Fast, merciless strokes, “Oh, right! I said I’d stroke you… hard and fast. Alright then. Cum for me now, baby.”
She took me to a new edge – higher, faster, sharper than the one before. And then, as I glimpsed the crest… she let go. My entire body wracked and curled.
Not the slightest hint of sympathy or amusement in her voice – just intent and focus, “Baby, I said I’d stroke you… hard and fast. But I never said I’d do it all at once.”
A cold shiver raced from my spine to my soul. My edge faded.
One by one, her fingers wrapped around my cock. Then, with a sharp glare and faint grunt, she did it again. A mere ten quick strokes – less than five seconds – before I slammed into another brutal edge, “But you… You promised… You promised to cum for me…”
An excruciating pause. And then she did it again, “You promised…”
I lie in a perfect silhouette of my own body, sheets stained in sweat. And again, “Just cum for me. I thought that’s what you wanted. This is your chance, baby. Do it!…”
My vision swirled. Another crushing edge, “Hey! Eyes here, baby! Don’t you dare zone out. Stay with me. Look at me! Show me your eyes. Show me what I do to you!…”
A pause. And again, “That’s it, baby! Try to cum!…”
And again, “Comeon! Try harder!…”
And again, “TRY HARDER!”
…
She didn’t plan on edging me so hard, for so long, that night. It was supposed to be a quick whirl before bedtime, just to keep the machinery in order. But once I promised to cum for her, her plan changed. Everything changed.
My tattered consciousness barely sensed the alarm clock going off. I think she hit the Snooze button twice, but I will never be sure. I remember her hopping out of bed – inexplicably energized, even though she didn’t sleep. I remember the most utter and complete exhaustion of my life, pressing me into the bed, pinning me down like a bag of chains on my chest.
Before leaving for work, she stopped to kiss my cheek. I hadn’t moved. A crisp whisper in my ear, “I’m holding you to your promise. Tonight, try harder…”
Thanks to Her Body on My Mind
Oh god, not the night nurse….. not again…….
What was her deal?…. what was wrong with her?…. why did she insist on doing this to him, night after night??….
For three nights it had been the same thing. Every night she would quietly slip in to his room every two hours like clockwork. Without so much as a single word, much less an explanation, she would gently draw his cock free from his thin hospital gown.
Using soft, gentle, tender strokes she would slowly bring his cock to the brink of orgasm….. then stop. After a brief pause and any hope he had of release had vanished, she would resume…. repeating the process.
Then again….
And again….
Then once more.
After the fifth time, with his cock now desperately engorged…. weeping tears of pre-cum… and aching for release… she would gently tuck it back away beneath his thin hospital gown, leaving it to throb in frustration.
With both of his arms in casts and secured in traction, he had no hope of easing his suffering on his own. And begging her for relief was pointless… she would simply smile and ignore his pleas…. not uttering a word in response.
Finally tonight, on the third night… after the second of what would no doubt be four visits… he finally got her to respond to a question.
As she was tucking his aching erection back away after his fifth near orgasm he whimpered in frustration, “Why?….. why are you doing this to me?…. can’t you at least tell me that?”
Looking in to his eyes she calmly replied, “Because I can…..”
With that she turned and walked away. Just before closing the curtain she flashed him a friendly smile, and quietly purred, “See you in two hours sweetie….”
