If you cannot control yourself, your temper, your emotions, the words coming out of your mouth, then you have no business being in control of another person.
It had been been more than two weeks, but He promised her that she would cum today.
He spent a long time edging her. It felt like hours. He knew her noises and her movements so well now – knew exactly when to pull the vibrator off of her soaking wet cunt, when her whimpering and quivering got frantic. Then, finally He said it.
It’s time.
“Oh, thank you, Sir,” she said around the rope gag, tight in her mouth.
He held the magic wand a centimeter from her cunt. She resisted an almost overwhelming urge to thrust forward and grind her cunt against it.
You tell me the instant you go over.
“Yes, Sir!”
It took no time at all. She practically screamed that she was cumming the moment she felt herself pass the point of no returning.
Then the vibrator was gone. Off. She looked up at Him as her body shook, but He just looked down on her, interested but otherwise unreadable. Her empty cunt clenched and quivered as she moved and thrust, trying to feel something. It was awful. Cumming and not cumming. There was very little pleasure in it.
He watched her silently until her twitching and spasming was nearly done. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, then said in a low voice, What do you say?
She wanted to tell Him that she hated it, that it was awful and unfulfilling, but of course, He knew all of that.
Teasing them until they are begging for orgasm, offering me anything just to allow them to cum…
and then forcing orgasm after orgasm upon them until they are so sensitive that a slightest touch elicits screams and their begging has become unintelligible.
