“Sir, please, Sir.”
“No, baby. Not today. You’ll just be wet today. No cumming.”
“Oh fuck, Sir. Please, please, Sir. I’ve been so good, Sir.”
“You have been, baby. You’re such a good girl.”
“Thank you, Sir. Fuckkk, ohh fuckkk. But then, please. Just one orgasm, Sir.”
“No, baby. Who knows what you need?”
“Ahhh, goddd, you do, Sir.”
“Who decides when you need to cum?”
“You do, Sir. Always.”
“And tell me why that is, little one?”
“Because I belong to you, Sir.”
“That’s correct. And I know, you like being denied. It’s what you need. I wouldn’t be a very good Master if I just let you cum all the time, would I?”
“Fuckk, ohhh fuckkk, no, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, I’m going to press down so slightly on that clit. See what that makes you do. Stay still, little one.”
“AHHHH, FUCKKK, GODDDD.”
“Mmmm, very nice. What do you say to me for giving you what you need?”
“AHHH, FUCKK, thank you…AHHHH, thank you for not letting me cum, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now pull those panties up and finish getting ready for work.”
“Yes, Sir.”
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‘98…99…100.’ She counted the slow, teasing thrusts of his cock and whimpered when he pulled out of her, knowing she’d finish him off with her mouth and yet again wouldn’t get any more pleasure for herself that day.
“It takes much longer to ruin his orgasm this way, but it’s worth it. He gets incredibly aroused, and when I stop after allowing him to dribble out just a drop or two of semen, he ends up being incredibly frustrated… which is exactly what I want.“
These gentle touches are what she gives me. I’m rarely gripped and pumped. She brings me to the edge slowly and holds me there. A few drops aren’t even a proper pour.
