fingers in mouth – Page 3

I miss when he makes me suck my thumb while he’s doing something filthy to me. Or making me do something filthy.

I just realized it’s honestly been forever since I’ve worn my ball gag.

Also, Pup gave me a task to do this week and it’s the first non-bedroom D/s-type thing we’ve ever ventured into doing and it’s a little humiliating and I don’t know if I can actually bring myself to do it and that’s the best part.

Ugh, and of course Sir is totally on board with the idea. Whine.

“He’s so damned nice and he’s so awful. He’s my sort of thing.” – Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises.

Piss Shy, Part Thirteen

Disclaimer: The content of this story is a little bit harsher and a little more intense than most of the experiences I have written about on here. Please keep in mind that I had safe words – “yellow” for slow down or do less, “red” for stop. The things I did were done willingly and enthusiastically, even when I demonstrated reluctant or fearful behavior. I like to be scared and I like to feel psychologically exhausted, and this experience allowed me to tread some harsher waters. So, I hope you’ll stick along for the ride.

“Ivy,” I heard Flint say from the couch, “get up.”

“No!” I pouted, staying curled up on the floor with my hands over my face.

“Get up, I have something to tell you,” he insisted.

I huffed. “You can tell me down here.”

His hands slipped under my shoulders and he pulled me up to my knees in front of him. Taking my face in his hands, he smiled tenderly and said, “Sir said you could cum tonight. As many times as you wanted.”

The gentle smile curled up into a smirk. WRM started cracking up behind me. I reached up and wiped a few tears from my cheek, barely able to process the total mindfuck that the entire evening had been. “You fucking asshole,” I exclaimed and slapped him.

By now, he and WRM were in stitches, bent and laughing as I started punching him in the leg. “I can’t fucking believe this. You fucker. You actual douche. You total dickbag. I thought I was going to drink piss.”

Grabbing my phone, I sent a text to Sir in all caps that simultaneously thanked him for the crazy emotional rollercoaster and reprimanded him for the crazy emotional rollercoaster. I called him a few choice names. Flint only laughed harder. “Oh, he didn’t know I was going to tell you you couldn’t cum. You probably just got yourself a tally for that.”

Thankfully, I didn’t.

Piss Shy, Part Six

“Come here,” WRM said when the video had ended, motioning for me to move closer to the couch. I crawled over before sitting back up and resting my hands on my knees. However, my arms were forced over my head as WRM pulled my shirt off and tossed it aside.

“Look at this,” she murmured, her mouth curling into a grin as she hooked her thumbs under the straps of my bra. “Did you wear this special for us?”

“I…no…” I blushed. “Just wore it because I can’t get away with not wearing a bra with this shirt.”

WRM grinned harder. “If it’s not special, it comes off.” I pulled my bra off and set it aside. Flint reached forward and grabbed my arm, tugging me up so I was up on my knees. WRM unzipped my skirt as Flint hauled me up to my feet, and soon I found myself naked in the middle of the room.

With a hand in my hair, WRM tugged me back down to my knees and kissed me deeply. “Two fingers in your pussy, right now,” Flint said. “You’ve got three chances to get yourself wet enough that when you pull your fingers apart, you’ve got a string between them.” The combination of him counting down and the eyes on me inevitably made me fail.

“So,” Flint began as Lida emerged from the shower. He grabbed a towel and laid it down on the floor. “Anybody into group stuff? Getting used by a group, getting thrown into a group blindfolded, all that stuff?” Gingerly, I raised my hand.

WRM chuckled, “oh, Ivy loves blindfolds.”

“Yeah?” Flint asked, “now, why didn’t I know that?”

The rest panned out like a bunch of vignettes, blurry around the edges, my heartbeat thumping in my ears. Flint put the blindfold on me and had me lie down. Then, there were hands, fingers. WRM was between my legs, biting my thighs and making me jump and whine. Besides that, I couldn’t tell who was doing what.

“Now, hold her down so I can tickle her,” I heard Flint say.

Fucker.

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Overwhelmed, Part Six

The Southern Gentleman hauled me up to my feet and over to the middle of the room. I stumbled along, having a little trouble finding my footing after having been stuck on my knees.

“Can I have the clamps off? Please?” I asked. The pain had started to mount, and I knew that it would hurt like crazy once they came off, but I wasn’t sure how long I could handle having them on.

SG held me still while Sir traced the pads of his fingers over my trapped nipples. “Does it hurt, sweetheart?” He teased. I nodded eagerly. Slowly, he removed the clamps one by one and set the chain aside. I cried out, squirming in SG’s arms, my eyes welling up.

As soon as the clamps were off, Sir tugged down the front of the lingerie I was wearing until it was stopped by the cuffs on my wrists. “Let’s get her out of this,” he said, While Sir undid the cuffs, SG held onto my hair and kissed me roughly. Once the cuffs were off, Sir began yanking it down as SG tipped me from one side to the other to allow the bundle of mesh to come off of my legs.

I was left only in my fishnets, wedged between the two of them as they manhandled my now naked body. Fingers probed into my mouth, forced me onto my toes as they hooked into my cunt. I wasn’t surprised to feel how easily they had slipped inside of me, I had assumed that I was already wet.

One of them shoved me over to the futon and I knelt down on it. Sir walked over and grabbed me by the hair, sliding his cock in my mouth. I sucked, watching out of the corner of my eye as SG approached the futon as well.

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I don’t even hesitate when he puts his fingers in my mouth anymore. It’s just a force of habit now.

I have this terrible tendency to bargain and make offers I can’t possibly give when I just really, really want to orgasm.

One of the first times Craftsmate messed around with edging me, he worked me up to such a point that I literally started spewing offers. I’d be so good, I said. I’d suck his cock, I’d be so, so sweet to him.

He started laughing when I actually offered him money. I’d never really give him money to cum, but I get so wrapped up in it sometimes that this stuff just sort of comes out. I have such a one-track mind when I need to cum that it’s ridiculous.

Sometimes, he provokes it. He asks what I’d be willing to do for it, what I would be willing to put myself through. And, often he’ll shake his head or click his tongue and tell me that he knows it’s a promise I can’t keep.

And so he stops, gathers up my wetness on his fingers, and makes me lick it off, all the while smiling down at me.