It’s not too much to ask, is it baby? All I want to do is tie you down, and force you to cum over and over again until you’re begging me to stop.
Your arms and legs tied nice and tight, and spread as wide as they’ll go so I’ve got full access to every inch of your tight little body…
I know you’ll beg me to stop, but we also both know that’s not what you really want. You want me to pleasure and abuse this tight, beautiful, slutty cunt, don’t you?
I want to see you straining against your straps, sweetheart, and completely at the mercy of my wand. Hmm? No, it’s staying on full power all day, whore.
And I know how much you like to have your whore pussy filled up and fucked raw. But I’m having so much fun with my wand that I’m not quite ready to fuck your lovely brains out with a strapon. I think I’ll push my whole hand inside you for a while first. Just fucking take it, baby.
Of course, fucking your tight cunt with a strapon is wonderful, so I’m going to do that too. I’m feeling lazy today though, so you’re going to fuck my girl cock while I just stand there and watch, and pull your hair. I don’t care if you’re tied up tight! Get that pussy moving on my strapon, slut!
Since you were such a lazy fucking whore, struggling to fuck my girl cock when I told you to, just because I’d tied you up tight, I’m going to have to butt fuck you too. It doesn’t matter if it hurts, baby. It’s what I want to do to you, so get your legs over your head and give your beautiful, tight asshole to me, you sweet fucking slut.
Then it’s back to the wand until you’re crying with pain and pleasure; you’ve cum so many times you can’t even tell if it feels wonderful, or if it’s torment. And I don’t care, because you’re going to keep cumming whether you like it or not, and you’re tied up tight enough that there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it. So you might as well try to enjoy it, slut.
And when you really can’t take any more, I’ll eventually let you down and take good care of you. We’ll keep you tied up for a little while longer while I kiss your beautiful mouth, and tell you how sweet and sexy and lovely you are.
We’ll put your collar back on, and I’ll stroke your lovely silky hair and tell you how beautiful you are, and what a good girl you’ve been while you fall asleep on my lap, supremely satisfied and feeling loved, used and abused.
Oh we haven’t had a good forced orgasms post for a while,and this is a good one!
You should have been terrified when I said you could cum, whore. Because you knew the only reason you ever would was so I could enjoy that painful overstimulation.
It took some time, but I knew it would. That being to condition you in a specific way. Each time we met you would spread your legs wide and I’d rub you in just the way we both discovered you responded best: one finger down over your clit and to your ass and two fingers sliding back up over the sides. Unrelenting pleasure sending waves of euphoria through your body. However as soon as you reached the pinnacle, about to cum your brains out, I would stop and whisper “One more.”
That’s it. Just those two words. After your clit slowed down its twitching I’d resume again. Soon, you’d reach the edge again, and then…
“One more.”
Over and over. Hour after hour. Until I said, “Enough.” At which time you’d dress, we would embrace and you’d leave.
Each day you’d leave, a beautifully wet and denied mess. The next you’d return almost in the same state. We would kiss passionately before you resumed the position and we’d continue where we left off.
“One more.”
“One more.”
“Enough.”
Weeks went by. Your cries getting more frustrated earlier, but each time I’d stop just short of giving you what your body obviously craved.
“Please,” you said after a month. “I can’t focus at work anymore. I only can think about this. About cumming.”
“I know,” is all I’d say as we resumed. You spread your legs wider for me that day.
One week later almost to the day I got what I wanted. When you got close instead of cute moans (well you did those, too) you repeated those two magic words with me.
“One more.”
I didn’t acknowledge it. We just continued together. That was the next phase. Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing…edge…
“One more.”
“One more.”
“One more.”
After that when you returned each day and assumed your position, already so soaked, I took your hand and put it on your pussy. It had been so long since you were able to touch yourself. Your mind was already foggy, having been conditioned to be this way for so long. I put my hand on top of yours and began to guide you.
Soon I leaned down and whispered in your ear,
“One more.”
I was happy to see (and hear) the response I was hoping for. You were already on edge and needing to pause.
You did.
Then, with my hand still on top of yours, you began rubbing again. A second later you mouthed quietly,
“One more.”
Again, your hand stopped. I watched your pussy clench and release, enough to shoot those powerful pleasure waves through you but not enough to send you over.
Then you continued. I removed my hand. You continued.
“One more,” you said again, pausing.
I let you continue like this for awhile before saying,
“Enough.”
Two more weeks went by this way. You’d return, strip, lay down, spread your legs and as soon as I said, One more" you would rub yourself, each time seemingly more desperately than before. I’m not sure if it registered it was your hand, not that it mattered to you. All that mattered was getting to the edge. As frequently as possible. Each time you said the words, you’d be there.
The next week I called to confirm our appointment. You said of course you’d be there. It’s all you could think about. To which I replied,
“Good girl.”
Then, simply,
“One more.”
I heard your cell phone drop then, faintly, your familiar moans of pleasure and, even fainter, “One more.”
I listened quietly for 20 minutes before it dawned on me that, depending on where the phone landed, you might not be able to hear the command to stop.
I grinned and hung up. In an hour I’d drive over to check on you. For now I savored the image of you in your bedroom rubbing…on a continuous edge loop using your own voice.
Please dear god someone condition me like this. Oh my good god 😍😍🤤🤤
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