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I love the mindfuck

“Beg me not to let you cum, slut”

“Tell me you don’t want to cum”

“Tell me what you are?” “A good girl” “And what don’t good girls do?” “Good girls don’t cum, Sir”

“Beg me to not let you have any relief. Convince me that an orgasm is the last thing you want” 

“Tell me all the reasons why you don’t want to cum, whore”

Nothing gets me horny and desperate to cum than having to edge relentlessly and say that I don’t want to

Chaste Harem

I can picture it so clearly:

A harem of beautiful young men and women, kept perpetually naked, showing with pride the one thing I let them be proud of: their permanently-locked genitals. Cocks strain against plastic and metal, and pussies drip, their swollen lips wrapped around leather and metal, while things buzz inside of them. Keeping them forever in hope of release, tempting and taunting them with promises of release (true despair) that they know will never be fulfilled.

In time, I am sure, they would learn to find greater satisfaction in their chaste service than they ever would have chasing meaningless orgasms…

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Tying someone up, gagging them, sitting on them, and casually teasing them till they’re dripping while we watch a show on Netflix.

My Turn

We are laying in bed, watching a movie & being lazy, when he turns in my direction.

He runs his hand over my stomach and I am immediately turned on. My body is covered in goosebumps and my legs fall apart.

He licks two fingers before lightly circling my clit. “I’m sorry I have been extra busy lately Sue. I know it has been a few days, but I appreciate how you have encouraged me rather than complained.”

“It has been a month baby…”

“Has it? Sue, I didn’t realize. I need to take care of you, don’t I?”

I nod enthusiastically and stare into his eyes.

He sits up on the bed and guides me by my hair to my knees. I slide my lips around his delicious dick and get to work immediately. I pray he wants to fuck me today, but I am determined to simply enjoy the taste of him.

“Fuck Sue, that feels so good…” He says as his hands are all over me- my hair, my nipples, my back. “Fuck…”

His phone rings, and I am surprised when he answers after a few rings. I do not stop though, I know I am not to stop until he tells me to do so.

“Hello…” He says, attempting to sound normal. His hand goes to my hair and he guides my head further down.

I can hear a woman’s voice, I know it is B.

“Hey baby, are you alone?” I hear her say.

“I am.” He lies. “Everything okay?” I do not stop.

“Yes. I am still sore from yesterday, you fucked the hell out of me.” I did not know about yesterday, I always know when he sees someone, I am betrayed. I do not stop.

“That’s good…” He says, thoroughly enjoying this moment.

“I asked if you’re alone because I’m about five minutes away…. You know how I love being fucked again when I am still sore… Can you see me if I stop by now?”

He pauses. He lifts his head and looks in my direction. I do not stop.

“Of course baby, come over now….” I’ve never heard him call anyone that. I do not stop. I do not even slow down.

I hear her squeal with delight. “I love you!” She says and I feel sick when he mumbles “you too.” I did not know they say this to one another. I do not stop.

He places both hands on my head and slows my pace. He sets his head back and relaxes his body. “Sue, B needs to stop by really quick. I would ask you to leave or run an errand or something, but I am afraid you’ll pass her on the way out.” He pauses as I softly flick my tongue over the tip. “Fuck, Sue, that feels so good….”

I hear the doorbell ring. He stands up quickly. “Go to the guest room, now. And take your shit with you.” He points to my phone and pile of clothes next to the bed.

He looks at my face and sees I have tears in my eyes. He puts one hand on my face, and the other between my legs. “I promise we aren’t done. B just needed to talk to me real quick.” He lies. “It will only be a minute. Be my good girl and wait your turn.” I nod softly and avoid eye contact. “Don’t cry baby.” The doorbell rings again. “Go. And make sure your phone is on silent in case it rings or something. She thinks I’m alone.”

Within minutes of her arrival, I hear her moaning his name. He roughly fucks her for about 45 minutes while I silently wait in the spare room. 45 minutes after that, I hear him say he has to run an errand. 15 minutes later, she is gone. I look out the window and see them kissing in the front yard, his hands on her face - the neighbors eyes on both of them. He must have forgotten it is a Sunday and people are outside.

I wait until he comes to retrieve me. “See, that was quick.” It was not quick. “She just needed to talk for a moment.” He lies.

“You saw her yesterday? You didn’t tell me.”

He doesn’t reply. He grabs me by my hair and lowers me to my knees. “Show me you forgive me.”

I show him.

Darling is staying in for the night.

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BDSM Problem #306

When you run out of stories to explain the bruises His teeth leaves on your neck.