Fuckpet A

A messy studio apartment. Lights off, curtains half open. Mid-afternoon sun.

She is on the couch, on her back, legs spread wide. She’s pouting and whimpering and moaning. The left leg of her tights us pulled off, but the right leg is still on. She is rubbing her clit furiously, begging to come, awkwardly holding her phone in one hand, an image of her cunt on the screen and a text message popping up over it that just says “no.”

I don’t know man, when did you first realize you liked things rubbing up against your dick?

“As long as you can hold your breath is as long as I can keep my fingers in you baby girl.” Daddy said, switching his hands, slowly stuffing her nose full of his wet fingers, as his other hand slid inside of her.

I could make you beg.

I could make you do such degrading and humiliating things.

But I wont.

I will never MAKE you do anything.

I wont FORCE you.

You will do these things just to please Me.

1 month into her 5 years of chastity, her belt brought her over the edge to a wonderful orgasm. However, 5 minutes later as she basked in the afterglow, it forced another orgasm from her quivering body. She screamed as the third one came and she realised she had only 2 orgasms left in the next 5 years.

After all that, it started to edge her again. To her disbelief, it took her over the edge again. Now in a state of panic, she desperately tried to hold back her last orgasm. She clenched and writhed as much as she could and summoned every ounce of self control she had. All it achieved was to ruin her orgasm as she came for the final time.

Her last orgasm in the next 5 years was ruined. How much more could she take?

One person sleeping with their head on the other person’s lap. Getting all drowsy-snuggly when they’re too tired to see straight. Being tucked in and kissed on the forehead before they pass out. Gentle touches while they drift off. Trusting the other person to watch over them and make sure nothing happens to them while they’re out.

“Never again.”

That is it. “Never again.” So simple. So easy. Don’t overthink it. Just, “Never again.”

10/15 Am I supposed to write about today too? I’m not sure what all the rules are, but I want to get it all out while it is still fresh in my head, so here it goes.

I edged in the morning, in bed. It has become part of my morning routine. It’s made me into a needy slut all week. Everyday I linger in bed before I get on the train, before I go to work, before I do all the adult things I’m supposed to do, but in my head I’m just a pouting wanton dripping animal.

You are aware, I’m sure. You set all these rules up to make me like this. It makes me feel cared for through, which seems silly to write, but your thoughtfulness in constructing this whole thing is heartening. And infuriating.

It’s Sunday, so no work, but lots of chores. I had to shop. I had to do laundry. After the gym I rushed home to shower. I didn’t have a lot of time, but my fingers found there way between my legs again. Even though I knew what might be coming, I still couldn’t help but play a little more. My pussy was so greedy.

I took a cab to your apartment, which is very unlike me, but I was running late and I was feeling mixed up, like I might get lost. I was stupid from need.

I got to your apartment and for a little while I got pulled into the sweetness of your hospitality. You made me tea, you asked about my day, you gave me hugs and kisses. I felt a little bad for feeling impatient. I didn’t want to talk, I wanted you to fuck me, but I was quiet. I tried to stay still, not fidget, not let on how desperate I was.

In your bedroom you very casually started pulling off my clothes. You were still talking about work and I stupidly didn’t even really realize what you were doing until you were pulling off my panties.

You kept talking about normal things as you slowly fingered me on your bed. I tried to answer when you asked me things. It started getting very confusing. Then your fingers were inside of me and I couldn’t even hear you. I knew you were laughing at me though.

You brought out your vibrator and my heart started racing. I wondered if you were really going let me use it. I almost didn’t notice you taking off your pants. Then the thick head of the hitachi was on me, just above my clit, buzzing and agitating me into that non-thinking place. I was climbing fast and then even faster when you slipped two fingers into me.

“Better do it fast,” you said with another laugh.

I tried, it was building, but then there was pressure and I couldn’t get there. You were counting down, you got to one before I could come and you pulled your fingers and the vibrator away.

It was so much more than edging because you were in control. You took me to a cliff and pushed me but then pulled me back at the last minute. I whined and pounded against the mattress and you just laughed.

Then you were hitting me, smacking my ass and slapping my breasts and it was like I forgot how much I wanted that. It’s all so confusing. I wanted to come, but I wanted the pain too. It was all intoxicating. When I fell into the rhythm of your spanking, your fingers snaked and pushed into me again. I was dripping wet. I was begging.

Then the vibrator was back, your fingers were back, you were counting again and the race was on. It didn’t take any time that go though, I asked you if I could come and you laughed, I didn’t know what that meant, I was so close, I begged and you finally said yes.

Then everything was swirling and warm and it was so powerful I didn’t know what to do. It felt like it was too much, like it was never going to stop. It was like all those orgasms I stopped were all just waiting and suddenly they all hit me at once.

It’s hard to remember what happened next. As I was coming you rolled me on my stomach and then you were fucking me. Is that right or was that later? I don’t know, but you were fucking me and it felt amazing. It felt better than amazing. It was like I was filled up and vibrating all over. I heard your gruff little sounds. My body went limp and I let you use me and it was my favorite part. Sometimes I feel so lucky.

When you were done with me you are kind again. You pet my head. You cuddle me. I feel sweet.

Then there is this overwhelming flood of satisfaction. I did it. You let me do it. The waiting was over.