My Own Cunt
Were you supposed to be using your vibrator?
“But I forgot!”
Did you have permission to use your vibrator?
“No, Sir.”
Can you just use whatever toys you want whenever you want?
“No, Sir, I know, I just-”
Yes, Sir or no, Sir is fine. I’m not looking for excuses.
“Yes, Sir.”
Do you get to just edge that cunt whenever you want to?
“No, Sir.”
Why not?
“Because it’s not mine.”
Whose is it?
“It’s yours.”
Is that just a fun thing to say to make you feel sexy?
“No! Sir, no, it’s true. It’s yours.
Then put it back on your cunt. Highest setting, and keep it there.
“Yes, Sir… oh… “
You do not touch my property without permission. Is that understood?
“Yes, Sir. Oh God, Sir I’m so close.”
I’m sure you are. You keep that vibrator pressed right up against my cunt.
“Yes, Sir, Ohhhh, oh, it’s right there. Oh please can you stop it?”
No.
“Sir, please, I’m gonna cum!”
You are not, now you will control yourself. Didn’t we just talk about this?
“Ohhhh, Sirrrr…”
That is my cunt between your legs, and I do not want it having any orgasms. Don’t I have the right to decide what happens with my own cunt?
“Yes, Sir, of course, but I- it’s so close I can’t control it.”
You will control it. Cumming is not allowed.
“Yes, Sir. I won’t… I won’t cum.”
Good girl. I know you won’t disappoint me. Now, let’s have forty-five minutes, right on the edge, and then I’ll let you take it off.
Please fuck into me and relieve yourself into my pussy, while I cry out and writhe against you, so that I can only buck back and weakly clench my muscles without satisfaction, but you can come hard and inseminate me and grow your baby without even a single contraction from my cunt, as I pant and accept your domination of my body. Please sink your girth into the wet tunnels of my throat until my gags and chokes make music for ears and your cock beautifully outlines my neck. Your baby will thrive in my womb, even as I am kept wanting for your cock and future babies by my denial. I feel your child kick inside me as my frustrated pussy leaks and clenches around the mere remembrance of your hardness. It’s only a matter of time before I labor your child out, bear the pressure of another insemination, suckle the child to my perpetually hare nipples, and resign myself to another swelling of my womb, hips bucking - unsatisfied - all the while. Picture me with a throbbing belly, streaming nipples, aching slit, bulging throat, and whining mouth as you fuck me to your cock’s content.