She kneeled in front of her, knees spread wide apart, and begged. “Please may I touch? My pussy is aching and dripping Sir. It’s been so long since I’ve touched and my pussy needs to be tortured so badly. Please Sir, please make it worse, I need it to be worse.”
She looked down at the toy kneeling in front of her, having started upright when it started speaking, but ending with its cheek pressed to the floor at her feet, aching pussy high in the air. Why, the poor thing was almost in tears with need.
“No Slut” she replied, firmly, though not sharply. “Come over here, I have a job for you. I’m going to lie here on this bed, and you are going to spend the next few hours tormenting my pussy exactly how yours aches to be touched and teased, then, when I can’t stand the desperation any longer, I’ll strap you into your dildo gag and ride your face until I have cum all of the desperation out of me. How does that sound toy?”
The overwhelmed look of desperation the toy looked back at her with said everything she needed to know. When she could torment the toy this much without a touch in between her legs in weeks, why did the toy deserve to even think it would get to touch? Knowing it couldn’t just helped its place sink in better.
“Do you know why I am not going to let you touch toy?” She continued in a patient tone, one you’d use to explain something to a child, “I’m not going to let you touch because that is giving you exactly what you need right now. You are begging me to make it worse for you toy, and yet I can see just how badly hearing me tell you no is making your pussy ache even more desperately. I can see how it drips and you have trouble containing your moans and cries of desperation even as I speak. No toy, letting you touch would be about giving you exactly what you want, a relentless no touch is exactly what you need. This is what you need toy, isn’t it?”
Watching the toy’s response was like watching a work of art. The toy’s cheeks reddened and its eyes softened, even as the desperation in them deepened. Their ass squirmed back and forth in the air, as their pussy gleamed more deeply, there was an internal struggle between its pussy and its hands as they would start to pull down and it had to struggle against itself to keep them in place, knowing how much it ached to even grind its pussy against the floor if given the opportunity. She had better let it get to work and have some outlet for all of this torture before its brain leaked out its pussy. Though she’d make sure that happened anyway, just not before she got to have her fun.
She lay back and let the toy get to work. She did so love a good tease session, and the toy had such wonderful ideas. That was part of the fun of this assignment, the toy could be devastatingly cruel when it came to teasing another, but knew that anything it did here would likely be turned back on it at some point in the near future. Would it allow itself to confess how it truly wanted to be used, or play it safe? Not that those confessions wouldn’t be heard either way. There was indeed a lot of begging left to hear before it would be allowed to be touched in any kind of satisfying way again. Though some gentle hints of pinches to come on those nipples might produce the next lovely string of begging from its mouth, and brain dripping away. It was a wonderful sound indeed.
