Slut and chair.
(Part 5)
This will keep her bussy for the rest of the evening.
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shit
He never said a word to her. Never even looked her in the eyes. Him and another man, both more than a head taller than her, both too strong to resist, had without warning unlocked her cell. He led her to another room down the hallway, which was full of doors similar to hers, into a room with something similar to a gynecological examination chair.
They strapped her down. The cuffs she was wearing were locked into a designated spot on the back of the chair. Her legs were spread and strapped down at three points. Finally, her torso was secured. She could’t move a muscle. All she could do was watch. And feel.
“Please! What are you going to do to me?”
No reaction.
The chair was leaned back so that her cunt faced upwards. She noticed that one of the men had left. The one with the glasses was left. The man rolled up a chair and a small table and put a bag on it. He was completely focused on her cunt.
“Please… I don’t understand…”
No reaction.
He picked up a translucent salve from his bag and smeared her clit and inner labia with it. It made her cunt feel slightly hot, but it didn’t sting.
He used a number of tools. Polished metal sticks with balls at the top. Some shaped like hooks or J’s others straight. And a number of different vibrators. He treated her cunt like some kind of clockwork. He showed no interest in her, only in the motions and reactions of her sex. She quickly understood that he had absolute control of it.
He started with getting her to the brink of orgasm. Three minutes exactly. Then he’d put his tools in her and move them around. Whenever it was required he’d move his thumb over her clit lightly to bring her to the edge again. Every time it took fever and fever strokes.
He never made a sound. Never smiled. It was only a professional focus. Fixing a broken machine.
After 20 minutes he removed his tools and took out a pair of pliers. He clinically pulled back her clitoral hood and grabbed her clit with it, applying just the right amount of pressure. It hurt. She involuntarily squirted out a bit of pee from her urethra. He kept pinching her clit for a full minute.
Then he started over. With his edges and his weird tools. At 20 minute intervals he’d bring out the pliers. They went on non-stop for two hours. None of her pleas, screams, or tears generated any reaction.
When they were done she was put back in her room. They locked her hands and legs to the corners of the bed and left her there, in the dark. Only a small sliver of light from underneath the door.
Her cunt was screaming for her to touch it. He had done something to it. Something unholy. Like she no longer had any control over it. It wanted to cum so bad! It had never been this bad before. Someone touch it!
Please come back and fuck me!
The next day would be the same. And the next. And the next. And the next. The only thing that changed was her ever growing desperation..
“You requested to wear panties so you can wear these”
“Oh they’re cute thank you… what’s that smell?”
“They have been soaked in a menthol/ginger/grainy mixture”
“What will it do?”
“You’ll find out. Put them on. And pull them up tight between your lips. Tighter than that. Rest them against your clit and pussy”
“Ok….. but I don’t understaaaaaa aaaaahhh ahhh I need to take them off”
“Why?”
“Because they’re burning and itchy and kind cold at the same time. I have to take them off”
“Leave them. Look at me”
“Please please”
“No. Hands behind your back. Good. That’s it you can squirm. Awwww poor baby. Do they not feel nice?”
“No Sir, please can I take them off. They feel burny and kinda like there’s salt on them and it’s irritating and making the burning worse”
“Then try to stay still.”
“I can’t, please I need to take them off”
“No they stay on for the day. The burning will ease in an hour or so. And you’ll just be left with the irritant grain rubbing you sore. Then as you move the burning will return on your sore parts. Don’t worry though. I’ll be with you the whole time to help you really focus on how it feels. And I will enjoy every moment of your desperate need to remove them. Then later I will bathe you to ensure it’s all off your skin before I fuck your sore pussy and reapply a fresh pair for bed. But don’t worry your bedtime ones have a nice little extra grainy coated material we can push into your ass. Bet that will feel uncomfortable for you. I’ll enjoy that. You wanted panties. Good girl”
One of my favorite things is casual degradation.
Standard
Slow. Methodical. To the point where you feel your defenses slipping away and surrender beginning to set in. Maybe today, you think, you’ll be made to cum. It’s been so long.
My fingers collect more of your wetness. Using your body’s natural reactions against itself.
“Stay still,” I say, smiling.
You begin to shutter slightly.
Up and down…so slowly…
Your breath quickens…you begin to pant. You know I love watching you try and not squirm. If only I was behind you, roughly thrusting into you. THAT’s what you think you need. You crave it. The more your need increases, the worse you need me in you.
“Please…” you beg between gasps.
Up and down…
If you’re a denial slut of any kind, be it long- or short-term, male or female, whatever… buy this stuff. I cannot possibly recommend it anymore highly.
Orajel is a topical ointment meant to go in your mouth (ie a mucus membrane) to deaden the feeling of a canker sore or a tooth ache. It is 20% benzocaine, which is the highest amount of benzocaine available over the counter. It’s meant to go into (ahem) watery places, and though it tastes a bit odd (yes, I did buy it for my mouth actually LOL), it doesn’t cause any pain at all.
The other night, I was playing with myself, getting dangerously close to orgasming. I was having a very difficult time pulling my hands away so that I could go to sleep. I was genuinely worried that I would frig myself in my sleep, and cum, because I was That Close. Then my eye ran across the little tube of orajel…
I squirted a bit onto my finger, about as much as I used on my tooth, and then reached down and rubbed it into my clit. I was braced for a burning sensation, or discomfort, but there was none. I was rubbing and it felt soooo good, and I was thinking, “Oh well, that didn’t work,” when it kicked in. It took about 30 to 45 seconds before the numbing truly took ahold, and I will say, it was a wickedly deep numbness.
I lay there in bed, still idly flicking my now-numb clit, contemplating the juices puddling under me and how fucking horny I was. I pressed down hard, thinking that perhaps that would bring back the yummy edginess, as it had in the past. Nope. Nothing. I tried using a vibrator. Nada. I used my best vibrator. Zip.
I went to the bathroom, and despite it feeling a bit odd because I couldn’t feel the top part of my vaginal area, I had no difficulties at all. Note to those doing this – if you have genital piercings, make sure they’re all where they ought to be – with this stuff rubbed in like I had it, I didn’t notice that my clithood piercing was poking out and twisted until I got upstairs. Luckily nothing was damaged, and I was able to just rearrange the hardware, but I can definitely see how that could be problematic if you weren’t paying attention.
After I went back upstairs, I putzed around for a few moments, then gave another experimental poke at my clit. Still no sensation at all. In fact, my juices had made the benzocaine spread around a bit, and so pretty much everything around the area was completely numb. It stayed that way for a long time (over an hour).
While I wasn’t feeling the physical horniness from direct stimulation, let me tell you, that was fucking amazingly wet-making. I was not one shred less horny because the tingling went away, and the “pressure” of unrelieved arousal certainly didn’t go away. If anything, I felt MORE pressure, more need to get relief, and the sure knowledge that there was no chance in hell I was going to.
Unf…
Oooooooo! This sounds fascinating!