denied-and-dripping:cumcoveredashley: Guys I really feel like I deserve to be your slave I have no
denied-and-dripping: cumcoveredashley: Guys I really feel like I deserve to be your slave I have no rights I am property and I should be treated like property My body is nothing more than a toy for whoever desires It’s good that you know this, Ashley. A little slave like you would make a wonderful addition to any dungeon. Of course, you wouldn’t have a single say in what kind of dungeon you end up in. Pray, little slave, that it isn’t mine. I specialize in the most intense of torments, and would love to see your hot, young body writhing in agony. For one, you would be forbidden to cum without my express permission. A firm chastity belt would ensure this. Don’t you worry, though. You’ll soon learn to associate other things with pleasure. Perhaps one day you’ll learn to cum just from sucking my cock. Who knows? The only concrete fact in your slavery would be that the belt will become your constant companion. Your friend and tormentor. While in it, you are safe from my tortures, but unable to cum. Out of it, you have a chance at an orgasm, but you will be subjected to my tortures. The belt is your collar, your brand, your symbol of my dominion over you. Imagine being bound for hours, your pussy finally free of its metal confines. I grant you an ultimatum: if you can endure the feather teasing your clit–without begging–until the timer rings, I will grant you an orgasm. Eager, after being edged and teased for days or weeks, you agree. You are bound, spread, and the torment begins. Slowly the feather tickles your clit, but no release is forthcoming. You try to hold on; at first, it isn’t hard. But as the minutes turn to hours and the need becomes an unwelcome, burning ache it becomes harder… and harder… and harder… until you cry out for mercy. But none is forthcoming. The feather continues until the timer rings… an hour later. Your orgasm forfeit, you no longer seek the release. After the expert ministrations of the feather, you will beg me to put you back in the belt where it is safe. Of course, sharing is caring, and I wouldn’t want my followers and friends to miss out on what a hot piece of ass you are. There would be regular parties, with you as the star. The Princess. The one in the spotlight. Stripped naked, fucked, edged, teased and denied for hours and hours by men and women alike. Forced to suck cock and eat pussy at the whim of our guests… and you know better than to cum. That would earn you a punishment unlike any other. And don’t think your humiliation would be restricted to private settings. Oh no… I’d be taking you to all kinds of locations. Parties, concerts, munches… you name it, you would be dragged there and made into a public spectacle for the amusement of the general public. After all, that’s what you are. A slave for the amusement of others. Your holes aren’t yours. Your body isn’t yours. Your orgasms definitely aren’t. Who knows? Maybe someday you would learn to love being bent over subway benches, eating a high-school girl’s ass while I fuck you from behind. Pictures of you would be circulating on Tumblr, on social media… cell phone videos of you on Pornhub and Xtube… you’d become a celebrity. The World’s Biggest Slut. Everyone would want to know what it was that motivated you. Why do this? Why were you such a sexual nymphomaniac that you’d stopped caring who you fucked and why? Little would those watchers know that you were being subjected to my tortures every night. Edging, denial, teasing, merciless face fucking… and then when we left, you were subjected to a different battery of tortures. Humiliation, public exposure, more denial… There would be no mercy for you. You would spend an eternity as the slave of slaves. As the lowest of all of my denial sluts. You would be forever doomed to a life of dripping agony and merciless pussy torture. Your body would become my plaything as I brought you to ever higher levels of arousal and deeper levels of depravity. Your upbringing and standards would scream in protest as you fell down the rabbit hole of your own whorishness, while your pussy gets wetter and wetter… …and you would love it. -- source link