Even Darker

setting up an account to post videos and audios of my baby getting ruined, and being able to use that money to buy more toys (it’s not cheap having a little whore who needs their holes stretched!) but holding the camera close to get every whimper and plea and tear and making you fuck yourself on their toys, sobbing about being a good little cam star, about how much you love this, about how you never want to stop.

told you to edge, to hold yourself back, to be a good girl for me. but you couldn’t even do that. couldn’t stop yourself from chasing that high, from letting your greedy little cunt take what wasn’t yours to have

“so now, you’ll learn.”

you’re already shaking, already gasping, but i don’t care. i don’t stop. i keep pushing, keep rubbing, keep fucking you through each orgasm until they blur together, until your body’s nothing but a trembling mess beneath me

“you wanted to cum so badly ? then cum.”

"That's why I limit your words. When girls use big words, it's a turn off. Dumb girls are just so much prettier. I don't want you to self-sabotage and undo all of the hard work you put into your appearance."

"Sir, may I have an orgasm please?"

Haha, you. You're such a silly girl.

"Haha, yes Sir, I'm silly. But... so can I? I mean may I, please?"

Um... Wait, are you serious?

"Well... yes, Sir, but you can say no."

I know that I can say no. I'm the one who taught you about all that, remember?

"Yes, Sir, I know but... are you mad at me?"

I- No, I'm not mad. It's... I just want to understand where this is coming from.

"Coming from?"

Yes, little cunt, where it's coming from. Why are you asking me for an orgasm?

"I just... I just thought it could be nice and maybe you wanted to... I'm really sorry, I don't know what I did wrong."

Hold on, hold on. Come here. Take my hand. I think I'm missing something. Now let's figure this out. You haven't asked to cum in a very long, long time, and I-

"Oh, Sir!"

Yes?

"I'm sorry for interrupting but... mmm, may I please speak, Sir?"

With such good manners, how could I say no? Go ahead.

"Sir, I wasn't asking for me to cum, I just was asking for an orgasm... like, a regular one. From you.

Oh! And you really didn't see why I was confused?

"No, Sir, really not. I think I kinda forgot that I used to have them, too. I didn't even think about it at all."

Okay, now I see. Wow, what a sweet, special little mistake!

"Really?"

I think so. You really forgot about your own cumming so much? So much that you didn't even think about it as a possibility, huh.

"Yes, Sir. It's not a possibility. We decided that. We both did."

So we did. Together, right?

“Yes, Sir. Together.”

Okay, so it's my mistake this time, and I'm very sorry for misunderstanding you.

“That’s okay, sometimes you just make mistakes and I help you!”

Ha ha, you funny girl. And yes, of course you may have an orgasm.

"Yay! Thank you, Sir!"

You're welcome. I think I'd like it to go in your mouth and then right down into your belly okay?

"Hee hee, yes, Sir. That's one of my favorite kinds. I love orgasms so so much."

Just a reminder that lots of women get to cum all the time. But not you. We’re all done with that now, aren’t we?

Now you edge. And edge and edge. You watch porn and see those girls cumming. Over and over. Just like you used to.

How long has it been?

Keep edging until your brain is foggy and all you want to do is cum like regular girls do.

Those lucky girls.

But you’re not a regular girl, are you? No you’re special. There’s no cumming for you. Not anymore.

It’s better this way. Stay right at the edge, nice and desperate. Wet and needy. That’s where I want you. Maybe I’ll let you cum tomorrow.

Or next week.

He had even gotten you wrap heels to match, with a pretty pink shimmery wrap going up your leg. He left you a note that your makeup should look expensive. The note also told you that the only words you were allowed was just what was needed to be polite.

He took you to an expensive restaurant, and the reservation was at a table everyone could see. Walking to the table he didn't hide his hand being on your ass. Of course he ordered for you. After he took you to a dance club.

Taking you out on the dance floor he groped you openly. Fingering you as you grinded against his body. Not caring when those closest to you noticed you cumming hard on his fingers. His free hand going to your throat to keep you up.

The date ended with you bent over the hood of his car while he fucked you. Not caring about the crowd watching. The men and women competing for cruel insults to you. But you didn't care. Your husband had spent all night flaunting your body with pride and possiveness. Even going so far as to make you kneel in front of him so he could mark you with his cum.

for the captain of the guard to step forward and let their rough gloved hands pull and tease and bruise my soft untouched skin. for them to roughly grab my chin and force me to make eye contact as their hand dips between my legs for the first time, rubbing my clit far more harshly than i’ve ever done with my own fingers. for them to undo their belt as my attitude dissolves and i beg them to stop, telling them they can do whatever they want with their hands but please nothing else. they ignore me, of course.

for every knight in the room to see me utterly broken on their leader’s cock, eventually giving up the struggle because it feels as good as it is rough. for them to make me finish, crying out as i cum harder than i ever have. for them to decide that they may not ask for a ransom at all, that the price for their new royal bedwarmer is far higher than my kingdom could imagine paying.