jessy-dev:

That’s how I imagine myself at a glory hole.

alboart:

Betty Boop in microbikini
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onedeadpoet:

One More

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.

sadisticgames:

Would you like to hear about one of My most favorite things to do?

I love it when I end up with a sub who is in that age group where they are still trying to hide their uncertainty. 

They are constantly trying to prove that they are an adult, that they have their shit together. 

It often results in a bratty sub, acting up to hide their insecurities, telling Me that of course they know what they are doing. 

I am not especially into littles personally, but I do love to take a young woman, sprinting towards adulthood, grabbing her by the back of the neck, and showing her just how wrong she is. 

I have seen “grown women’ beg to be allowed to take their hair out of pigtails and ribbons. 

I have seen them blush in shame being made to wear childish night clothes. 

Few subs enjoy corner time or being made to savor a bar of soap. 

It only works on a particular kind of person, but when it does, it’s amazing. 

Just another example of how different people are. 

What someone in a DD/lg relationship may love, I can use to break someone else completely. 

sadisticgames:

“Tie me up and use me.”

I have heard this literally hundreds of times when asking a submissive what they want from their Dominant partner.

I want to compare the fantasy to the reality for a moment. 

What goes through your head when you imagine this? Are you bound painfully, like the girl above? Or are you bound in a comfortable position?

Are you left there when your partner is finished, so that they may return at their leisure when they want to use you again? Are you left, hole gaping, cum running down your legs, straining against the chains, desperate for more? But forced to wait?

Or it this a one time thing? Do you want to be released when they finish, unchained so that you can turn and clean them with your tongue? Or carried to the shower to be washed off before being put to bed?

The point is, to tell someone that you want to be tied up and used, no matter how tight you are thinking, that line leaves a lot of lose ends. 

Think your fantasies through, communicate them in detail, and help your partner give you a night that you will never forget.