Just a girl who loves making people hold their pee (& orgasms) until they explode Omorashi, edging, neediness, desperation 🥵 Message me, play with me, take a drink & stay awhile ~ ✨ bi-sexual, open & accepting of all ✨ *28* ✨ too dominant to be dominated ✨
Today I'm thinking about: a fantasy hero type who is captured by the bad guys just as he steps away from his party to go pee behind a tree, and tossed in a dungeon. He of course, being the hero, figures out how to escape right away. He does think about peeing first... but his party is probably worried about him so there's no time to waste.
Though he gets out of his cell easily enough, actually escaping the bad guy hideout takes a lot longer than he expected. He's got to sneak past patrols, fight guards and monsters, and as it goes on his urge gets worse and worse, and he starts actively looking for somewhere he can pee without a guard sneaking up on him.
But there's nowhere, not even as his standards get lower, and by the last couple of fights he's leaking into his trousers because he can't focus on holding it and combat at the same time.
Finally he gets outside, and is just about to let go and piss on the wall right there, but he hears a guard patrol coming and realizes even here isn't safe. So despite another big leak he leaves the hideout and makes his way back toward where he lays saw his party, looking longingly at every tree and corner and big rock he passes.
And when at last he gets far enough that he thinks he's safe - or honestly, just gets to the point that he knows he has to piss now or he's going to wet himself - his party suddenly bursts out of the woods and runs up to him, asking what happened and if he's okay. The hero tries to reassure them that he's fine, really, he's not hurt, but if they could all step away for a second, or at least turn around? But it's too late, his bladder gives out, and he completely pisses himself right there in front of all his friends and allies.
If heat suppressants also work like birth control, the church wouldn't allow them. And suffering heat alone, and without toys, can be rough. Even painful. Those poor omega priests going through it alone, poor thing.
Sweating and shivering at the pulpit, trying to focus on his homily but all he can think about is how good that alpha in the front row smells and how badly he wants- needs to get knotted.
Alone in bed at night, crying into his pillow cause stuffing himself with his fingers isn't enough, and technically he's not even allowed to be doing that.
Making the walk of shame down to the confessional next morning, where the other priest, an alpha who's self control is already hanging on by a thread cause he can constantly smell distressed omega in heat, has to listen to him stammer red-faced through a confession of what he did last night. One hand clenched hard between his teeth along with the end of his stole to muffle the growling at the thought of knotting his fellow priest right here and now, the other hand gripping the bench so tight the wood might splinter so he can keep it off his cock.
“You trust me, right?” She looked up from her phone to meet her boyfriend’s earnest gaze, his eyes sparkling back at her innocently. They were curled up together on the couch, winding down from the day. A soft smile lit her face at his words and she didn’t hesitate before answering.
“Of course I trust you, silly.” She set her phone down on the coffee table and tucked herself closer against him. “Why are you asking? Should I be worried you’re plotting something behind my back?” She teased softly.
He laughed before pressing a quick kiss to her hair, “Not exactly. But I was thinking about trying something new.”
She tilted her head back to look at him, her eyes curious. “New like… a new Thai place? Or new like you finally want to come to pilates with me?”
He made a face at her because smiling. “New like… chemical enhancement… for couples” he said, a playful grin spreading across his face.
Her eyes narrowed with amused suspicion. “Enhancement. That’s a very corporate word for whatever weird sex thing you’re about to propose.”
“It’s not weird!” he protested, the picture of mock-offense. “It’s science. Aphrodisiacs. The good, modern kind. Safe, tested. Supposed to just… turn up the volume on everything.”
She snorted, pushing lightly at his chest. “You’re insane. You can’t honestly believe that’s real? Where did you even get aphrodisaics?”
“A very discreet online retailer with excellent reviews,” he said, posturing with faux pride. “Come on, sweetheart. It’ll be fun. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
“You promise, huh?” she teased, a flicker of real interest behind her skepticism. “Based on what? The five-star review from ‘HornyDaddy69’?”
“Based on me,” he said, his voice dropping, losing some of its banter and gaining a layer of warm, convincing sincerity. He cupped her cheek. “I’ll take care of you. The whole time. It’s just supposed to… heighten everything. Make everything feel more intense, better. You trust me, right?”
She searched his face. His eyes were clear, affectionate, fervent.
“I do trust you,” she said slowly. “It just sounds… intense.”
“That’s the point,” he coaxed, leaning in to brush a kiss against her temple. “And if you hate it, we stop. Immediately. I just want you to feel good. With me… I want to make you feel good.”
The combination of his teasing proposition, his sudden seriousness, and his sincerity made her smile. She felt a thrill, a nervous flutter low in her belly. What was the harm, really? With him?
“Okay,” she breathed, the word barely a whisper. “Okay, you weirdo. But if I hate it, it’s on you and you have to go to pilates with me.”
His grin was brilliant, triumphant. “Deal.” He kissed her, slow and deep, a seal on the promise. “You’re gonna love it.”
He got up and went to the kitchen, returning with two glasses of water. One was perfectly clear. The other had a faint, almost imperceptible cloudiness to it. He handed the cloudy one to her.
“Bottoms up. Takes about twenty minutes, they say.”
She took the glass, hesitated for only a second, and drank it down. He watched her, his expression unreadable for a moment before the easy smile returned. He took her empty glass, set both aside, and pulled her into his lap, her back against his chest, his arms wrapping around her middle.
“Just relax,” he murmured into her hair. “Let it happen.”
For the first fifteen minutes, it was normal. They talked about their days, his hands stroking her arms, her stomach. Then, a warmth began to bloom in her core. Not the slow burn of arousal, but a sudden, invasive heat, like a furnace had been lit between her hips. She shifted in his lap.
“Starting?” he asked, his voice knowing.
“I… yeah. It’s really warm.”
The warmth became a throbbing. She felt dampness seep into her underwear, an embarrassing, immediate gush. Her nipples tightened painfully against the fabric of her shirt.
Another few minutes. She wriggled again, a restless little movement. Her breathing hitched slightly. “Babe...”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I feel… weird. Tingly.” Her voice had lost its playful edge, replaced by a soft, wondering confusion.
“That’s it working,” he murmured, tightening his arms just a fraction. “Just let it happen. I’ve got you.”
The tingling became a buzz, the buzz became a thrum. Her body grew pliant and heavy against him, then tense with a new, gathering awareness. A small, breathy sound escaped her lips. She pressed back against him, his solid warmth making her dizzy with want.
“Oh god,” she whispered, her head lolling back against his shoulder. Her skin was flushed, dewy with a light sweat. “Babe… it’s… I feel so…”
“I know,” he soothed, but the tone was changing, hardening at the edges. The caring boyfriend was receding, replaced by something else watching from behind his eyes. “Feel how hot you are? How bad you want it?”
She nodded frantically, her hands coming up to clutch at his forearms. Her hips made an involuntary, desperate little circle against him. “Please… touch me…”
“I am touching you, baby,” he said calmly, his hands still anchored on her stomach, holding her firmly in place.
“No, please,” she begged, her voice cracking. One of her hands slid down, fumbling for the waistband of her panties. A raw, needy sound was building in her throat.
His hand shot down and caught her wrist in an iron grip, pulling it away. “Ah-ah. Not yet.”
She whimpered, a sound of pure, frustrated agony. Her whole body was trembling, strung tight as a wire. “Please babe, I need… I can’t… please, just let me…”
“Let you what?” he asked, his voice dropping into a cruel, amused drawl. The mask was off now. “Let you rub your little pussy like a desperate slut? Already?”
She froze, the words slicing through the drugged haze. “W-what?”
He laughed, a low, mean sound that vibrated through her. “Look at you. One little drop of some drug and you’re falling apart. Begging and whining.”
Tears of confusion and overwhelming need sprang to her eyes. “You promised… you said you’d take care of me…”
“And I am,” he said, his free hand sliding down from her stomach, over the soft cotton of her shirt, to cup her between her legs. He didn’t press, just held his hand there, a maddening, static pressure and an all-encompassing warmth. She cried out, bucking against it, but his other arm was a steel band across her ribs, holding her utterly still.
“So wet for me already,” he mocked, his lips against her ear. “I can feel it soaking through your panties. Your pretty little cunt must be so swollen, throbbing. Is your clit hard, baby? Is it aching?”
She couldn’t form words, just whimpered, her body arching and straining against his immovable hold. The need was a physical pain, a white-hot coil in her belly.
“Pathetic,” he whispered, the word a venomous caress. “My smart, sweet girlfriend, turned into a dumb, dripping whore by a bit of a drug. You’d let me do anything right now, wouldn’t you? You’d say yes to anything.”
He traced a single, slow finger along the fabric of her panties, over the aching, swollen flesh beneath, never dipping beneath the fabric. She whined, a ragged, broken sound.
“Please! Please, just fuck me, touch me, anything!”
He shifted her, pulling her back so he could see her face. Her lips were parted, her pupils blown wide with lust and despair. He smiled, a predator admiring his trapped prey. “God, you beg so prettily. It’s the best part. Watching my perfect, composed girlfriend reduced to this. To a begging, writhing thing. It’s all for me, isn’t it?”
She nodded frantically, beyond pride, consumed by the fire he’d lit. “Yes! Yours, all yours. Please, I’ll do anything.”
“I know you will.” He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I’m going to make it better. I promise. I’m going to touch your perfect little pussy. I’m going to play with that swollen clit until you scream for me. Would you like that?”
A sob of relief and anticipation broke from her. “Yes! Oh, God, yes, please!”
“Such a good girl,” he purred, shifting her again. He reached over to the coffee table next to the couch and picked up a small jar.
He smirked at her. “I forgot to mention, the aphrodisiac wasn’t the only thing I got for you.”
He unscrewed the lid. Inside was a cream, white and innocuous. “This is part two. It’ll cool the burn, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”
He dipped two fingers into the cream. With agonizing slowness, he brought his hand between her legs. She gasped, her entire body arching, offering herself up to him. He smiled, a cruel, satisfied curve of his mouth.
He didn’t go straight for her clit. He painted the cream over her inner thighs first, the cool sensation a sharp contrast to the heat of her skin, making her jerk and whimper. He slid her panties down her legs, the whisper of air against her swollen, needy pussy making her shudder.
"Look at this," he murmured, his voice a hushed, intimate thing that felt like a violation all its own. With his cream-coated hand, he gently parted her folds, holding her open for an inspection she couldn't escape. "So swollen. So soft and pretty. My perfect little pussy, all puffed up and begging. And so, so wet." He dragged his thumb through the slickness, gathering it, then held his glistening finger up to the dim light. "See that? That's all for me. Your body knows its purpose."
He took his time, coating her folds, spreading her open with a clinical precision that was its own form of torment.
“There we go,” he murmured, his voice a dark hymn. “My toy. All laid out for me. So wet for me already, and I’ve barely touched you. Disgusting. Perfect.”
Finally, he circled her clit with a cream-slicked thumb. The direct contact was electric, a jolt of pure, sharp pleasure that made her cry out. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more, but he held her down, his arm a vice.
“Ah-ah-ah,” he chided, his thumb moving in slow, maddening circles. “I decide the pace. You just take what I give you. This is all you’re good for, isn’t it? Being my pretty, desperate hole?”
He pushed one finger, then two, inside her. The cream felt strange, cool and slick, but the stretch, the fullness, combined with the relentless circles on her clit, was pushing her to the brink. The coil in her abdomen tightened to a breaking point. Pleasure, white-hot and blinding, began to crest.
“Thank you, thank you, please, I’m so close, please!” she babbled, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling violently in his unyielding embrace.
He saw the exact moment she began to tip over the edge, her muscles clenching around his fingers, a broken sob on her lips.
And he stopped.
He withdrew his fingers completely and removed his thumb from her clit.
The sudden, absolute absence of stimulation was a physical shock, a plunge into an icy void. The orgasm that had been seconds away shattered, leaving behind a raw, agonizing ache that was a thousand times worse than the initial need. She screamed, a sound of pure, animalistic anguish, her body convulsing with the denied release.
He held her through it, his arms a cage of mock comfort. He shushed her gently, rocking her as she sobbed, shattered and empty.
The scream died in her throat, dissolving into ragged, hiccuping sobs. The denial of her climax left her hollowed out, a vessel filled only with a phantom echo of pleasure and the relentless, chemical fire of the aphrodisiac. Her nerves were still screaming, a chorus of desperate need, but the epicenter of that need… was going quiet.
“Poor thing,” he whispered into her hair, his voice thick with a vile, possessive satisfaction. “Did you really think it would be that easy? That I’d let my worthless little slut cum just because she asked nicely?” He kissed her temple, a parody of tenderness. “The cream wasn’t to help you, darling. It was to numb you. The fun is only just beginning.”
His fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements. He watched her face, his own a mask of feigned concern. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? I’m touching you. Isn’t this what you wanted? You begged so sweetly for my fingers inside you.” He curled them, a deliberate, obscene motion that she could see but could no longer properly feel. The sensation was distant, muffled, as if through layers of thick wool. The cool numbness of the cream was spreading, a chilling tide extinguishing the specific, acute feedback from her clit and the walls of her cunt.
“I… I can’t…” she whimpered, her voice a broken thing. Her hips made a feeble, automatic jerk, but the connection was severed. The command from her mind met only a void where sensation should be.
“You can’t feel it?” He asked, his tone one of mock surprise. He brought his hand up, slick with the numbing cream and her own arousal, and held it before her face. “Look. Look how wet you are for me. Listen.” He moved his fingers inside her again, and the lewd, slick sound of it filled the quiet space between them—a wet, rhythmic shlick, shlick, shlick that was a brutal parody of the pleasure it should have represented. “Hear that? That’s your body, your greedy little pussy, thanking me. And you’re just lying there.”
He increased his pace, his fingers pistoning in and out with a harsh, clinical rhythm. She watched, mesmerized and horrified. She saw the muscles in his forearm flex. She saw the glistening evidence of her own desperate arousal on his skin. The aphrodisiac, undeterred by the local anesthetic, roared in response to the visual and auditory stimulus, a fire with no outlet. Her body burned, her skin was hypersensitive everywhere except where she needed it most. It was a special kind of hell, a cage of unfeeling flesh built around a core of frantic need.
Tears streamed down her face, hot and silent. “Please, babe, stop… it doesn’t… I can’t feel it…”
“Stop?” He let out a low, cruel laugh, his fingers never ceasing their mechanical motion. “You’re unbelievable. First, you beg me to touch you. I give you exactly what you asked for. I’m here, holding you, working my fingers into you, giving you what every slut like you dreams of, my full attention. And now you want me to stop?” He shook his head in faux disappointment, his grip on her waist tightening. “You’re so ungrateful. My spoiled, useless toy.”
He leaned close, his breath hot against her ear as his hand continued its vulgar work below. “This is what you are, sweetheart. A thing to be used. A pretty, crying thing that I can play with however I like. And right now, I like watching you try to feel something you’re not allowed to. Your pleasure is mine, sweetheart. And I’m the only one who can control it.”
Her begging took on a new, frantic quality. It wasn’t for release anymore; it was for sensation, for connection, for the torture to make sense. “Please, I need to feel it, make me feel it, just let me feel something, anything, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good!”
He laughed again, the sound bright and cheerful against the backdrop of her misery. “But I am making you feel it,” he insisted, his voice dripping with malicious glee. “I’m right here. Doing all the work. You’re so lucky. Any other woman would kill to be in your place, held by me, filled by me. And you’re just… crying. What a worthless little bitch you are.”
He slowed his fingers to a maddening, shallow tease, his thumb pressing against the completely numb nub of her clit. “See? Right there. That’s the spot, isn’t it? The one that makes you scream. I’m touching it. I’m giving you everything you ever wanted.” He kissed her tear-streaked cheek, a cruel mockery of affection.
He held her there, in that exquisite, impossible limbo, visually and audibly being fucked by his hand, her body screaming with a need it could no longer physically articulate.
The aphrodisiac was a tyrant in her blood. It had no regard for the numbness. It flooded her system, a relentless, rising tide of pure, undirected want. It made her skin feel two sizes too small, hypersensitive to the brush of her shirt, to the cool air on her legs, to the hard muscle of his thighs beneath her. Every nerve ending was a live wire, sparking with frantic, desperate energy, all of it converging on a central point that was a void, a black hole of sensation.
She was drowning in need with no way to breathe.
He shifted his fingers inside her, the sound obscenely loud in her ears. She could feel the pressure, the stretch, a vague, distant thing like a memory of touch, but none of the exquisite friction, none of the building heat. It was a hollow invasion. Her body, governed by the drug, clenched around him involuntarily, a futile attempt to coax sensation from the act.
He chuckled, low and dark. "Even numb, it tries to milk me. So greedy. So pathetic." He increased the pace of his fingers, the wet sounds becoming a rapid, rhythmic slap. "This is what you are now. A wet, noisy hole. A toy that makes the right sounds but doesn't get to enjoy the game. The aphrodisiac is going to keep ruining you from the inside out, and this sweet little cunt of mine is just going to sit here, swollen and dripping and useless."
He held her close, his chin resting on her head, as he worked her over with a relentless, mechanical rhythm.
She could only cry, her body a prison of unrelenting, paradoxical torture: a wildfire of need with a core of nothing, a scream with no voice, a climax forever hanging just beyond the edge of a feeling she could no longer access. She was utterly, completely helpless, and he savored every shuddering, silent sob, every tear that fell onto his arm.
"But," he said, his voice a silken, cruel promise, "I'm not completely heartless. I'll give you a chance to come."
A pathetic spark of hope flickered in her chest. She turned her head, her eyes pleading.
He leaned close, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "I'm going to fuck your ass."
The hope died, strangled by a cold wave of dread. "No," she whispered, the word a dry crack. "Wait, no, please. You know I don't... I hate it. It hurts. Please, not that. Anything but that."
He chuckled, the sound devoid of warmth. "You hate it? Right now, you don't get a choice. And you don't get to be a prissy little princess about it, not when you promised me anything just minutes ago." He mocked her. "Look at the state of you. You're a dripping, mindless set of holes. This one," he gave her pussy a dismissive slap, one that she couldn’t even pretend to feel, "is broken. Numb. Useless. So we'll use the other one. The tight, reluctant one. The one you're so selfish with."
"Please," she begged again, but it was weak, the protest of a creature already broken. The aphrodisiac still thrummed in her veins, twisting her revulsion, mixing it with the relentless, chemical need. Her body, traitorously, was already clenching in anticipation she didn't want to feel.
“Look at you,” he scoffed, one hand trailing down to her ass. “Dripping from your useless pussy all over yourself. You’ve made such a mess. We don’t even need lube. Your own cunt juices have slicked the way. Your body knows what it needs, even if your mouth is still saying no.”
He pressed a finger against her ass. She flinched, a sob catching in her throat. "Tsk, so tense. So ungrateful. After everything I'm doing for you." He pushed the finger in, slowly, and she cried out, a sound of pain and shocking, unwanted fullness.
"Shut up," he said mildly, working the finger in and out. "You wanted to feel something. Now you will."
He added a second finger, stretching her, the burn sharp and clear through the numbness that enveloped her lower half. He scissored them, and a choked gasp was torn from her. It hurt. But underneath the hurt, buried deep in her drug-frayed nerves, something else stirred. A deep, resonant pressure that echoed the empty ache in her core.
"Ready?" he asked, not waiting for an answer.
He positioned himself, the blunt, broad head of his cock replacing his fingers. He didn't ease in. He pulled her hips back and pushed forward, a single, relentless invasion that stole the breath from her lungs.
She screamed. It was a raw, ragged sound of violation. The stretch was immense, burning, a feeling of being split open. She scrabbled at his arms, her nails digging in, but he held her immobile, buried to the hilt inside her.
"Fuck," he groaned, his composure slipping for a second into pure, carnal satisfaction. "So fucking tight. Even like this. Clenching on me like you hate it." He began to move.
He thrusted and the burn was acute, wrong. She tried to pull away, but his hands on her hips were anchors. “Stop fighting it,” he commanded, his voice dropping, losing its mocking edge for one of dark, absolute authority. “This is what you are now. This is what you get. Take it, and if you’re a good girl, if you let me fuck this tight little ass properly, I’ll let you come. I’ll give you what you need.”
The promise, demented and horrifying, was also a lifeline in the sea of her torment. The need, the chemical fire still raging in her veins, latched onto it. Her body, betraying her utterly, began to relax incrementally, accepting the impossible fullness.
“That’s it,” he purred, sinking deeper with a low groan. “There you go. See? Your body loves it. It’s accepting its purpose.”
He began to move, a slow, deep, punishing rhythm. Each withdrawal was a tease, each thrust a claim. The initial pain blurred, transmuted by the drug and her own desperate psyche into a different kind of intensity. It was overwhelming, all-consuming. The numbness between her legs became a void that made the fierce, stretching fullness in her ass the sole point of existence. Every nerve ending there, unused and shocked, was now screaming, not in pain, but in a perverse, electrified sensitivity.
“You feel that?” he grunted, picking up the pace slightly. His hands dug into the soft flesh of her hips. “You feel how deep I am? This is where you belong. This is what you’re for. A dumb, drugged-up anal whore.”
His words washed over her. She was mewling now, pushing back against him, chasing the sensation that was building in a place it had no right to build. A coil was tightening low in her belly, unfamiliar and terrifying.
“I’m… I’m gonna…” she babbled, the warning a confused sob.
“You’re gonna what?” he demanded, hammering into her now, his rhythm losing its cruel leisure, becoming punishing and urgent. “You’re gonna cum? From this? From getting your ass fucked like the cheap slut you are? Do it. Cum all over my cock, you filthy anal whore. Show me how much your broken body loves it.”
The coil snapped.
It was not a gentle cresting wave, but a violent, seismic rupture. A guttural scream was torn from her throat as her body convulsed, clamping down viciously around his invading length. A hot gush of fluid, from her numbed cunt, splashed over both of them, a humiliating testament to her body’s ultimate betrayal.
“You’re squirting?” he roared, slamming into her through the pulsating contractions, his own control shattering. “You’re fucking squirting all over the floor from getting your ass fucked? You’re nothing more than a broken little anal slut.”
His final, brutal thrusts pushed her over the edge into a darkness that blanketed her, her body and mind shutting down against the overwhelming sensations.
—
Consciousness returned to her in soft, gentle waves. The first thing she was aware of was warmth. A deep, encompassing warmth that had nothing to do with the chemical fire that had consumed her before. It was the warmth of clean, soft sheets, and the solid, familiar heat of his body curled around her.
She was on her side, nestled against his chest, his arm a heavy, comforting weight around her waist. She could feel the steady, slow rhythm of his breath against her hair. The frantic, screaming need was gone, replaced with a quiet hum of satisfaction deep in her muscles and bones.
She stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her.
“Hey,” his voice was a whisper, his tone tender and worlds away from the cruel puppeteer from before. “Welcome back.”
She tilted her head back. The harsh, mocking glint was gone from his eyes. In the dim light from the hallway, she saw only concern, affection, and a soft, sleepy warmth. He brushed a strand of hair from her damp forehead.
“How do you feel?” he asked, his thumb stroking her cheek.
“Mmm,” she managed, her voice hoarse. “Floaty. Sore. Good.” She nuzzled into his touch. “You cleaned me up.”
“Of course I did,” he murmured, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Got you some water, too. Here.”
He reached over to the nightstand, bringing a cool glass to her lips. She drank gratefully, the water soothing her raw throat. When she was done, he set the glass aside and gathered her back into his arms, pulling the blanket up higher around her shoulders.
He pressed a soft kiss to her, whispering against her lips. “You did so well, my perfect girl.”
She smiled against his mouth. “Your messy girl. I think I… made a mess.”
He chuckled, the sound warm and rich in his chest. “A spectacular mess. A record-breaking mess. I was very impressed.” His teasing was back, but it was the familiar, affectionate banter she loved, edged now with awe and pride. “You totally passed out. Just… gone. Lights out. I had to carry you in here.”
She groaned, burying her face in his neck. “Oh, god. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you dare apologize,” he said. “It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And then you were all soft and sleepy and passed out. Very cute.”
He kissed her again and pulled her closer, fitting her perfectly against him. “Sleep now. I’ve got you.”
And as she drifted off, wrapped in the profound safety of his arms, lulled by the steady beat of his heart.
“awww puppy, why the sad face? come here baby, let me see you. shh shh, tell mommy what happened.”
you crawling over. still on all fours like the good puppy you are. face all scrunched up. trying not to cry. me sitting down. patting my lap. “up here, pup. let me hold you.”
you climbing up carefully. settling in my lap. face buried in my neck. whimpering. me stroking your hair. your back. “there we go. that’s my good puppy. now tell me what’s wrong, baby.”
you mumbling into my neck. can barely hear you. me tilting your face up gently. “use your words, honey. mommy can’t help if you don’t tell me.”
you looking at me with big watery eyes. “it… it aches…”
“what aches, baby? show me.”
you squirming. embarrassed. pointing between your legs without looking. “here… from… from humping your thigh earlier…”
“oh, puppy.” pulling you closer. kissing your forehead. “you’re aching because you didn’t get to finish, aren’t you?”
you nodding shyly.
“and you’ve been such a good girl, grinding on mommy’s leg so perfectly. of course you’re frustrated, baby.”
you relaxing slightly at the sympathy. at the understanding. “it really hurts, mommy…”
me stroking your face so gently. “i know it does, sweet pup. i know. that’s what happens when you get so worked up and don’t get release. your poor body doesn’t know what to do with all that need.”
you pressing closer. seeking comfort. “can i… can i please…” me shushing you softly. “keep going honey.. almost there."
you taking a shaky breath. “can i please finish? just once? it aches so much…”
me making a sympathetic sound. wiping a tear that’s starting to fall. “oh, my sweet puppy. look at you, being so polite. asking so nicely.” stroking your hair. you looking hopeful. “you really need it, don’t you baby?”
you nodding eagerly. “yes, mommy. please. i’ve been so good…”
“you have been good, sweetheart. such a good girl for me. the best puppy.” continuing to pet you. to soothe you. you melting into the praise.
“that’s why it’s so unfortunate…” watching your face fall. “…that you didn’t tell me sooner how badly you needed it.”
you blinking. confused. “what?”
“well, baby, if i’d known humping my thigh was making you this desperate, this achy, this needy…” pausing. stroking your cheek. “i would’ve kept you there twice as long. would’ve made you grind for hours instead of just the one.”
you staring at me. mouth open. “that’s— that’s not fair…”
“not fair?” tilting my head. stroking your cheek. gentle. “baby, you were doing so well. grinding so perfectly. you were such a good puppy.” feeling you squirm at the praise despite yourself. “i would’ve let you go all night.”
“mommy.” whining it. hips shifting on my lap.
“it’s aching even more now, huh?” already knowing. looking down at you. “poor thing. still so needy.”
you nodding. squirming.
“well.” stroking your hair back. tilting your face up. “i suppose i could help you with that.”
your eyes going wide. hopeful.
“but...” finger under your chin. holding your attention. “you have to promise me something first, puppy.”
you nodding immediately. too eager.
“i haven’t told you what it is yet.” almost amused. thumb stroking your jaw. “listen first.”
you stilling. waiting.
“if i touch you.” sliding my hand to your hip. resting there. feeling you hold your breath. “you don’t get to cum. not until i say so.”
watching your face fall slightly.
“i know…” cooing. sympathetica. petting your hair. “i know, baby. but those are mommy’s rules. can you be good for me?”
you whimpering. squirming on my lap.
“use your words, pup.”
“yes, mommy.” small. wanting.
“yes what. say the whole thing.”
“i won’t cum until you say so.” swallowing. “i promise.”
“good puppy.” kissing your forehead. hand sliding from your hip inward. watching your whole body go still in anticipation. “such a good well behaved little pup.” fingers finding you through the fabric first. “oh, baby.” pretending to be surprised. “you really are aching, aren’t you.”
you nodding desperately. hands gripping my shirt.
“shh.” other hand still stroking your hair. keeping you close. “mommy’s got you. just remember your promise.“
fingers sliding inside your underwear now. finding you properly.
“oh puppy.” soft. almost laughing. “you’re absolutely soaked, baby.”
your face going red. hiding against my neck.
“shh, shh.” kissing your temple. two fingers finding you. sliding in slow. feeling you clench immediately around them. “there we go. mommy’s got you.”
your breath catching hard. hips rolling down before you can stop them.
“there she is.” curling them gently. watching your whole body melt. “that’s what you needed, isn’t it sweetheart?”
you nodding against my neck. grabbing fistfuls of my shirt. holding on.
“i know, baby. i know.” thumb finding your clit. slow circles. feeling you shake. “mommy should’ve taken care of you sooner, hm?”
you nodding desperately. “yes, mommy—”
“i know, pup. i’m sorry.” kissing your hair. pumping slow. feeling every response from you. “mommy’s taking care of you now though, isn’t she.”
“yes— yes mommy—” breathless already.
“good girl.” curling my fingers. finding that spot. your whole body moving forward. “that’s my good girl. taking my fingers so well.”
you whimpering. hips moving. grinding down. trying to get more.
“poor baby” thumb pressing a little harder. watching you gasp. “so desperate for mommy.”
your hands gripping tighter. uneven breaths against my neck.
“feel better than aching, doesn’t it, baby?” fingers curling again.
“yes— yes mommy—” voice soft and small.
“good.” keeping that pace. watching you come apart slowly. your hips rolling. grinding down on my fingers. taking them deeper with each movement. your breathing getting louder. less controlled.
“that’s my good puppy.” stroking your hair with my free hand. petting you. soothing you. “riding mommy’s fingers so perfectly . being so good for me.”
you moaning softly. hips moving faster now. the shyness gone.
“don’t forget, sweetheart.” thumb circling. fingers curling. “not until i say. remember?”
“i know, i know, i’m trying—” strained. desperate.
slowing slightly. pulling back just enough. “you’re getting too close, baby...”
you whining immediately. hips chasing. “no, please—”
“shh.” sliding back in. slow. so slow. “i’ve got something better for you anyway, pup.”
you lifting your head. looking at me. dazed. eyes softened.
“lay back for me, sweetheart.”
you blinking. confused at first, yet complying. laying down like i asked. looking up at me.
me settling between your legs. looking up at you. running my hands up your thighs. “still remember your promise, baby?”
your eyes going wide. realizing. nodding eagerly.
“say it for me.”
“i won’t cum until you say so.” swallowing hard. “i promise, mommy.”
“good girl.” pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. feeling you shiver. then the other. taking my time. hands rubbing gentle circles into your skin. watching your stomach rise and fall faster and faster.
your hands finding my hair.
my mouth finding you finally. tongue flat and slow against you. feeling your whole body arch up off the bed.
“mommy—”
“shh, baby.” hands pressing your hips down. keeping you still. “mommy’s got you. just breathe.”
tongue dipping inside you. slowly at first. feeling you clench around it. your thighs trembling against my shoulders immediately.
“oh—” you say with a moan. hands tightening in my hair.
pulling back. dipping in again. deeper this time. feeling every response from you. your hips straining against my hands. trying to grind down and not being able to.
then dragging my tongue up slowly. finding your clit. lips wrapping around it. sucking gently.
your back leaving the bed entirely. “mommy— mommy please—”
releasing. flicking my tongue across it. once. twice. feeling you twitch with each one.
“so sensitive.” murmured against you. “my poor aching puppy.”
tongue dipping back inside. slow circles. feeling you soak my chin. then back up. sucking again. harder this time. tongue flicking fast while i hold you there.
your hips starting to move despite my hands. small desperate grinds. “i’m sorry— i can’t help it— please—”
releasing my grip slightly. letting you move. just a little.
and you do. immediately. hips rolling up against me. grinding slow at first. chasing my tongue every time it dips inside. chasing my lips every time they're against your clit.
“that’s it, baby.” murmured against you. feeling you shiver at the vibration.
your grinding getting less controlled. less rhythmic.
tongue working faster now. dipping inside. dragging up. sucking. flicking. over and over. feeling you get slicker with every pass. feeling your thighs lock around my head.
“mommy— mommy i can’t— please can i— please—”
pulling back. looking up at you. your face flushed. chest heaving. eyes wet. hips still rolling against nothing.
“not yet, sweetheart.” so gentle. kissing your inner thigh. feeling you whimper. “you’re doing so well. such a good girl. just a little longer.”
going back down. tongue dipping inside again. deep. curling. feeling you clench hard around it.
“i’m sorry— mommy i’m so sorry i can’t stop— i can’t—”
you finish almost immediately after saying that. grinding against my tongue. pulling me closer. back arching completely off the bed. hands pulling at my hair.
going still. letting you ride it out against my mouth. hands stroking soft circles into your thighs.
then lifting my head. looking up at you.
you looking back down at me. chest heaving. face flushed.
“puppy.” i coo gently. wiping my mouth. tilting my head. “what did you just do?”
you whimpering. “i’m sorry— i couldn’t help it, mommy, i tried so hard—”
“shh, shh.” crawling back up. pulling you into my arms. stroking your hair. your back. pressing a kiss to your forehead. “it’s okay, sweet girl. it’s okay. mommy’s not mad.”
you softening into me. relieved.
“it just means.” another kiss to your temple. said so sweetly. so warmly. “we have to start all over again, pup.”
your head lifting. eyes wide. “mommy—”
“from the very beginning, sweetheart.” patting my thigh. “let’s see how long it takes until you’re begging again..”
Daydreaming about crushing both sleeping pills and viagra into his food, so he can lay back and relax into my lap, all sweet and pliant after dinner. His mind empty. Fuzzy at the corners. Easier to get him hard that way. Easier to keep him hard too. Half out of it and unable to object when I sneak a hand into his pants and pull them down to his knees. Then mount him and sit down on it. Grinding into him and taking my pleasure while the wand runs against my clit. Coming on that gorgeous cock for hours and hours. Squirting on it too. And he's just there. Body limp and dreamy. The perfect human dildo to satiate his keeper's starving pussy.
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the absolute hottest thing a man could ever say to me is "aww, does puppy have to go potty?" and then watch me squirm while he tells me to hold it because good puppies don't pee inside
Boys moans and whimpers are just so much hotter when you edge them… I like hearing the highest level of desperation and patheticness in their voices 🙂↕️ get uncontrollably loud for me, good boy, and don’t hold back
Look at yourself, sweetheart. Look at how pretty you are when I'm using you like this. You're a mess, completely wrecked and helpless under my control. And you love it, don't you? You love seeing how I own you, how I make you mine
Grinding to finish is so fun, it feels amazing, you should try it. You've never gotten it to work before? That's okay, just keep trying. I promise, it feels so good, it'll blow your mind, you just have to keep humping. Just keep grinding. Just keep humping. Maybe you should just get off less overall to make you more desperate, that'll help it along. No, I promise it's so worth it, just keep going. Keep grinding and humping, just keep trying. You have to want it. It'll feel so good, you want it, don't you? Of course you do, you look so happy like this. I'm sure you'll get there soon. Just give in to how good it feels and keep humping.
You're there? You're gonna cum? Don't stop! There it is, just let it out and hump and rub and grind through it. God, you look perfect like this. No, no, you have to keep going, right? Because it was such a delicate, low-touch finish, you should overstim at least a little. Doesn't that feel so good? Yeah, it was a lot of work but it pays off. You're not sure you liked that? You want more touch? No, I think you just need to keep trying. Just cum like this again, and you'll start to see. Just do it again, and again. Definitely don't touch and get off in-between tries, being a little pent up helps! And you look so good humping things any chance you get, so needy and desperate. Don't you love how sensitive you are now? Yeah, you just gotta keep trying.
guy who needs to piss sooo bad he’s been grabbing at himself and squeezing his dick, and now it’s half hard, stuck upright in his pants, sensitive head just under his waistband, and every time he squirms it feels like he’s dry humping, and he doesn’t even know anymore if he’s grinding in his pants because he needs to go or because he’s started getting off. is this anything
puppy being held down by his owner n getting bitten in his most sensitive places! Squirming and whining every time owner glides their teeth over puppy's tummy, grip tightening when pup tries to get away. Getting puppy all bruised n marked up in every place that makes him shiver
