Just your fingertips…just light pressure.
Watching you on Skype was always an interesting experience for both of us. You had slipped a couple of times recently and so had lost the right to touch while not being monitored.
Of course when I monitored, I couldn’t help but give directions. And when I gave directions it always made it much harder than on your own. These two second circles were a great example of that. You could hold back for a while doing them but not long.
Then I’d let you rest and start again.
You’d beg me and whine and I’d simply say….
“Sweetie, if you’re going to be a better little slut for me you have to learn.”
Though admittedly, the more I watched, the more turned on I got, the harder I liked to make it.
“Would you like to touch your pussy more firmly?”
I knew the answer would be yes sir. I knew you wanted that so badly. But I also knew it would only make things worse…I wasn’t going to let you cum tonight. That was the plan. But of course you didn’t know that.
“Is that better sweetie? Does that feel better on your little pussy.”
Of course it felt better. That was the curse wasn’t it….
“Stop.”
Oh how I love that little whimper you give when I stop you. How I love to hear you tell me how much you’ll do anything for me. How I love to hear you sounding so little. Its just simply delightful.
“No no sweetie, I don’t think we better do any more. Your not cumming tonight and I don’t think you could handle it.”
And of course the irony is that this you don’t like…when in actuality its probably the best thing for you to stop now. But you never want to stop now do you?
That poor little pussy of yours confuses you so when I toy with it. You can’t really blame me can you?
