#note:fantasy

Imagine a day of punishment. It was agreed on after you misbehaved because you wanted to be a brat - you are excited of course, you love to be punished, it always feels good and you always get a reward after you endure it. The punishment for the day is to be with a vibrator the whole day, only remove it when they allow you to. And, of course, they will be controlling it from a distance so there are moments when it's off and you'll forget about it. Moments when the toy is on and you will feel like you will lose your mind while trying to keep a straight face since you're in public. It felt great, all of it, until you notice. . . they are not planning on making you cum. They know you so well that every time you're getting close, they turn the vibrations off and you're left squirming in place looking for more pleasure.

Except for when you're talking to someone. You had your toy with you from the morning, you feel too hot inside your clothes, you know your cheeks are flustered all the time because every time the vibrations start your blood rushes everywhere like an adrenaline kick. What if someone hears it? What if you make a sound? What if you start to drip through your pants with how soaked you are? Your mind is getting foggy, you can't think of anything but how good it feels when the toy is giving you more and more. . . until it stops.

And then you have to go back to paying attention to the person in front of you while her whole body pulsates for more. Blinking slowly with your glassy eyes, you stop biting your bottom lip, you smile, you ignore the need to roll your hips to get some friction going. You have no idea how long you can take of this, but it's your punishment and you know that its best to behave now. Better yet, you focus on your prize, you think of how amazing it will feel when you finally reach your climax, and you're desperate to hear the praise in their hoarse voice when they check how sensitive you are after a day of edging. Of course, it doesn't help to calm down your body nor it makes easier to ignore how fast you would cum if you just sneaked into the bathroom.

But when the vibrations start again, your mind follows its course into pretty scenarios where you would be moaning happily with every new wave of pleasure. You don't care about what the person in front of you is talking about, you don't care about- oh.

You were getting closer now, closer than before. Maybe because you were about to stand up so you could rush back home. Now the toy is not stopping, now you're being forced to hold back against what you desperately wanted, and needed. If you reached your climax right there, there was no doubt the person in front of you would notice. Your heart was beating too fast, you almost whimpered a few times during the conversation, you ignored how it sounded like you were moaning instead of humming in agreement, but if you came? God, you would moan so sweetly, arching your back and spreading your legs to feel the toy better. You couldn't let this happen. And the toy wasn't stopping now.

Adrenaline hit you hard like before, and this time you pressed your thighs together in the hopes of stopping the vibrations, feeling less of it, looking for control, for something to ground you in place. When it's time to leave, you make up an excuse to stay behind when everyone left - you have no idea how you're supposed to stand up with the toy vibrating so hard. Let alone walk, your legs were shaking, you wouldn't be able to hold back, you would cum and. . . it stopped. Panting, you closed your eyes to try and catch your breath, so sensitive that your whole body felt like it was overheating. You wanted to be out of your clothes, you wanted to cum, you didn't care if you were not home yet. The battle between can and can'ts kept shifting inside your mind because you wanted your high pleasure reward, but you knew it would be wrong if it happened there.

Your mind went blank when a single text popped up on your phone.

'We are not done yet. I'll meet you halfway home, you need to take a walk to calm down. We can keep going in the car'

Getting so high even the softest breeze sends your body into twitching mode. Unable to keep your eyes open because your lips are so heavy. Your head is foggy, completely hazed. The sound of cars outside actually feels nice instead of annoying, it’s loud but rhythmic in a way that makes you relax even more - it’s always there, softly present. It feels good, everything feels good.

Until it starts to feel like there is something missing. Your breathing turns heavy, you’re moving your head around a little, feeling the pillow you’re laying your head on, trying to feel something. Your body acts on its own, opening your legs slowly to show what it was missing. Pleasure. You’re so sensitive you know it’s going to drive you insane in the best way possible. 

Determined to fix that problem, you move your hands down your body slowly. Over your breasts, groping yourself, pinching your nipples until you’re gasping for air. Then, down your stomach, where you pressed a little right over your womb because you liked the pressure there. Finally, you reach your pussy. Soaked, you could feel the sticky mess dripping down from over your slit down to the bed. Breathing out a soft moan before even touching yourself, as soon as you do, your back is arching, your clit so sensitive your legs started to tremble already. Your body was both desperate for more and trying to protest the intensity of the feeling. It was like you’ve been edging for hours only to get overstimulated as soon as you rubbed over your clit once. 

So absolutely high. You couldn’t even stop to think what was best to do, even if slow, your body was taking control over everything, your brain was melting, so you couldn’t stop. With eyes closed shut, you rubbed your clit faster, pressing down a bit harder in a way that made you gasp moans way too frequently. The first orgasm made your eyes roll to the back of her head and your legs clamped shut pretty hard while your whole body started to violently shake as the pleasure overtook all of your feelings.

You were in such overdrive that you barely processed the way your partner started to part your legs back open to tie them to each edge of the bed. You were so high that you didn’t protest when he did the same with your arms. You sighed in relief when he covered your eyes with a blindfold, making the world go dark so you could relax after that orgasm and rest a little. 

As soon as you heard the buzz of your vibrator, you choked on your own breath, only now realizing you were restrained - you couldn’t close your legs or cover your breasts, you were forced to lay there completely exposed for them to use. — No, no, please don’t, it’s too much — Your pleas were met with a dismissive scoff, followed by their weight lowering the mattress right between your legs. — I know you can take more than that — Their mocking tone made your body start to quiver, both in fear and in anticipation. 

However, fear overtook you with a flash when you felt them leaning over your body, their hand wrapping around your neck as they shoved the vibrator inside your pussy. The second orgasm hit you instantaneously. Trying to pull your arms and legs by instinct, you moaned their name loudly, so the pressure on your neck increased, making it hard to breathe.  — That sensitive, hm? Good, we are going to have a fun afternoon — Leaving the vibrator buzzing deep inside your pussy, they started to rub your clit exactly how you were doing before, but harder. Bringing tears to your eyes because you were soon spasming with pleasure once more, you could barely remember your name as a soft chuckle reached you from all that fog in your thoughts.  — If you can count to ten with me I’ll let you go before I get too rough, hm? Five? — Another chuckle followed because your only answer was a moan.

Tie me up into the boy's locker room. Spread legs, blindfold, tiny dress. My mouth is being forced to stay open by a ring, my wrists are restrained over the top of my head. I can barely move, I can't form words, I can't see. And then I hear their voices. The first guy who finds me gasp in surprise, the "Fuck!" making me jump because I know he's staring at me and I can't cover up - I try to close my legs even then. I listen while others gather around, my heart is racing, I'm still trying to close my legs or free my arms, I even try to ask them to help me! It's no use.

"We have a gift, guys!" I hear one of them saying, at the same time that I feel hands caressing my thigh. They decided, quickly as that, that they wouldn't help me, but use me. I try to speak again, I try to push them away, but I can barely move, all the effort to get my freedom just made me tired, I'm helpless. There is no way one of them will call for help before having their fun. I hear their laughs, starting to shake as their ideas were being shared, almost like they were making plans. "Let's try to make her cum before ripping those panties off", "I'm fucking her with the damn pantie on", "How many fingers can she take?", "We're going to stretch her together, it will be fun", "Let's make her our secret, if we let more people know, they will take her from us", "No fucking way, let's turn her into our bitch". 

When I start to feel someone rubbing my clit roughly over my pantie, I start to cry, the cloth hurting me before it could start to make me feel good. Unable to escape his touch, the stimulation was making my body warm up, that's when they decided to rip my dress and expose my breasts. "Stop crying, we could make this hurt, but we are going to make you cum a lot of times today. You should thank us" He pinched my nipples so hard that I gasped and almost screamed, continuing to cry when he started to massage my breast. Someone put their fingers in my mouth and started to toy with my tongue, making it hard to breathe, but at the same time, I felt someone's thumb running over my folds, checking how wet I was. For my shame, my juices were impossible to ignore, my panties were wet from it.

I had two hands massaging and cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples; fingers in my mouth; a hand caressing my hair, others my legs; at least two between them, torturing my clit and exploring my folds, from time to time pushing just a tip of two fingers inside me - still over the panties. I didn't want to feel good, but the stimulus was too much, there were guys praising me, others calling me names, some sounded inpatient; there were a lot of guys... And the prospect of being fucked by each one of them... Was amazing. Moaning against the fingers in my mouth, I came, squirming and panting since it never happened so fast.

"Such a slut, she came already!" I was so embarrassed by their laughs--in a single movement, someone pushed my panties aside and forced two fingers inside me. With a few strong movements, curling his fingers up, he made me cum again, making my body tremble everywhere and my eyes roll back. I was sensitive from the first orgasm, and he hit right on the spot, I just couldn't hold back. I was almost starting to relax from cumming too hard when I heard: "That looked intense, I bet she's a squirter"  And started to panic again when I heard them moving, some laughing, some screaming words of encouragement. Not only that, but I felt slaps on my thighs, hard grips all over my body, the rough pinching on my nipples still making me whimper. 

"Put something on her mouth, or she might scream this time" Before I could even try to protest, I was forced to take a dick in my mouth. Getting a good grip on my hair, the guy forced his whole cock in, making me gag once he hit my throat. He started to fuck my mouth without giving me time to adjust or breathe properly, but the worst part... The guy with his fingers buried inside me started to move them again - hard and fast - at the same time that he (or someone else?) started to rub my sensitive clit. I was feeling like I was going to lose my mind, my moans were being muttered by the dick in my mouth, saliva was dripping through my chin, my breasts were being tormented in the better way possible; my clit was so sensitive I couldn't help but cry from the overstimulation, the fingers inside my cunt were so rough my mind was melting.