etc

“i can’t—” you whine. hands pushing weakly at my wrist. “i just— please i need a second—”

“you don’t need a second.” curling my fingers. feeling you clench immediately despite everything. “see that? your body didn’t need a second.”

you whimpering. hips twisting. stuck between pressing against my fingers and pulling away.

“so confused.” watching you fondly. thumb finding your clit. slow circles. “your hips don’t know which way to go do they.”

“it’s too sensitive— please—”

“i know it is.” not stopping. pumping slow. deep. “that’s what makes it so good.” pulling my fingers back slightly. showing you how wet they are. “look at that. look what you did.”

you hiding your face.

“no.” catching your chin. turning you back. “look. you’re soaked, baby. you just came and you’re still this wet.” sliding back in. three fingers this time. feeling you stretch. “your body needs more. you haven’t stopped rocking against my fingers, i can feel you.”

you crying out at the stretch. hands gripping my arm.

“such a good boy/girl. that’s it.” curling all three. finding that spot. watching your back arch. “there it is.”

“please— it’s too much— i can’t do this again—”

“you said that the first time.” thumb pressing firm against your clit. “and then you came so hard you forgot your own name.” pumping faster. watching your face. “so forgive me if i don’t believe you.”

you sobbing now. tears sliding down. and still. still your hips are moving. rolling forward desperately.

“look at that.” slowing deliberately. watching your hips chase my hand. “look at what your body does.” cooing at you. “you’re chasing my fingers while you’re crying about it being too much. do you know how that looks?”

you shaking your head. embarrassed.

“so desperate.” bringing my other hand to your chest. finding your nipple. rolling it slowly. feeling you gasp. “even now. even completely oversensitive and crying. still so desperate for me.”

“please—” broken. “please i’ll do anything— please just let me—”

“let you what.” not stopping. fingers pumping. thumb circling. “say it.”

“please let me cum— please— i need to— please—”

“you need to.” repeating it softly. curling deeper. feeling you clench. “you just came, baby. and now you need to again.” thumb pressing firm. “say it. say what you are.”

“desperate—” sobbing it. “i’m desperate— please—”

“you are.” smiling at your admission. pinching your nipple. watching you gasp through the tears. “my desperate thing. crying and begging and still so wet.” pumping faster. “go ahead then. cum for me again. show me.”

your whole body clenching. harder than before. the sounds you make, like music to my ears. hips grinding forward. shaking all the way through it.

working you through every second.

“good.” soft. affectionate. watching you come down. “that’s two.” fingers still moving. gentle now. slow. “ready for three?”

“no— no please— i genuinely can’t—” dissolving. completely gone.

“shh.” pressing a kiss to your hair. your temple. fingers not stopping. just slowing. “i know. i know baby.” thumb circling lazy. “but your body can. and i’m going to show you.”

you making a sound that has no word in it. just exhaustion and want and the specific desperation of someone who has nothing left and still somehow needs more.

“that’s my good boy/girl.” murmured against your hair. “just one more. just feel it.”

working you slow and deep and completely without mercy until you break open a third time. smaller this time. quieter. but there. completely there.

then finally. finally stilling.

pulling you close immediately. both arms. your face against my chest.

“shh.” stroking your hair. your back. pressing kisses to your forehead. your wet cheeks. “you did so well. do you hear me? so so well.”

you shaking against me. trying to catch your breath.

“three times.” said so softly. so proudly. “you said you couldn’t and you did it three times.” tilting your face up. wiping your tears so carefully. “i’m so proud of you. so proud.”

you looking up at me. leaning into my touch.

even better if the people are allowed to try to make me cum, and if i do i get punished in front of all of them for disobeying such an easy rule

But eventually it'll get to a point where you run out of things to say, just for the ler to say "then the lesson isn't over", and keep working you over until you can find something to say.

Once those cuffs are closed, once those locks are snapped shut, you're mine. All of you. Every bit of sensitive skin you have will be tested and teased and tormented until there's tears in your eyes and you're too tired to even laugh any more.

Your underarms? Mine. The bits between your toes? Mine. Your sides? Mine. Your neck, your thighs, the backs of your knees, every part of you, every piece of ticklish skin you have... mine, mine, mine. All those secret ticklish spots that you try to hide? MINE.

No amount of begging or crying will bring you mercy, and you WILL be begging and crying. I'm going to make you suffer and I'm going to enjoy every second of it.

I want you to beg. I want you to suffer. I want you to know that you are completely helpless and that you'd do anything to get out but IT. JUST. WON'T. STOP.

I want to break you.

I want to tickle you beyond anything you've ever experienced, beyond anything you'd ever thought you'd feel.

Does it make you wet? The thought of being tickle tortured? The thought of being held down and tormented as every one of my fingers glides over your sensitive skin, as they dip into your exposed pits and then run down your ribs and onto your belly? Wondering what tools I'm using as you feel them setting your nerves on fire as you try to pull away and shake me off.

Imagine how excruciating it would be to be edged like that, over and over. Just slow, relentless tickles until you're screaming into your gag for your clit to be touched.

And then having it teased with the lightest little feather touches. Just gentle and slow, so, so close to the point where you're about to cum......

....and then just back to getting tickled. Underarms, nipples, thighs, neck. Anywhere, everywhere, except your clit.

And then back to teasing your clit.

How many time do you think you could take it? 20 times? 30 times? You're take it as many times as I decide you will. Until you feel like your whole body is electricity. Until you're pulling as your bonds just trying to push your body against my hands. Until the entire universe stops existing and the only thing you know is the desperate, overwhelming, unstoppable need to cum.

And eventually, when you're broken, when you've lost your mind and you're crying and soaking wet, I'll make you cum.