deniedandedginggirls: toptobottombdsm: mindlessdenial:pleasure-slave-training-facility:It was he
deniedandedginggirls: toptobottombdsm: mindlessdenial: pleasure-slave-training-facility: It was her punishment for daring to ask her Master for an orgasm. He had brought her to the seedy bar and slammed her naked, bound body into it. People stared, some of them in openmouthed surprise. Others licked their lips, knowing exactly what was coming. She struggled against her restraints, her wrists twisting feebly behind her back, as she heard her Master announce to the entire bar that the “misbehaved slut” was theirs to use for the evening. He turned to her, a wicked smile on his lips as he produced the dreaded bottle. “You want an orgasm so badly? You need it?” he taunted. “Well, we’re about to find out.” He squirted some of the creamy white liquid onto his fingertip and began massaging it into her clit. She moaned and squirmed like a whore in her bondage, arching her hips towards his fingers. It had been weeks since her last orgasm; weeks since she’d last felt that pleasurable relief. His fingers were driving her insane as he massaged the numbing cream into her clit. Slowly, as she’d feared, his touch seemed to dull away… fading into a distant echo of what it should have been. She screamed with frustration, trying to thrust her dripping cunt onto his fingers, but he pulled them away with a laugh. “If you really need that orgasm, slut, you’ll be able to cum with or without the cream. Right?” To punctuate his statement, he twisted her around and opened his pants. Before she could even begin to try to struggle, his cock had plunged deep into her pussy. It felt so good her eyes rolled back for a moment as he began to thrust and pound inside her. One of the women from the lounge came over and began caressing her face, admiring the gag and her slutty, desperate moans. Her Master handed something to the guest and, before she even knew what was going on, a pair of clothespins had been roughly clipped to her sensitive nipples. She bucked, twisting in her Master’s grip, but he had a firm hold on her. It didn’t take long for his cock to bring her to the edge, it never did. The problem had always been that she couldn’t cum without direct clitoral stimulation. He’d been merciless about this – icing her clit to numbness or using the dreaded numbing cream. Sometimes he would torment her clit with Bengay or IcyHot just to be cruel. Other times he’d use paintbrushes or Q-Tips to tease the little nub. But whenever he fucked her, he always made a point to ignore it. Now, with it numb and with her hands tied, she had no way of bringing herself over the edge at all and he knew it. “Awww, look at you. I guess you don’t really NEED to cum after all, do you? You’d be cumming on my cock right now, instead of being a selfish little slut and needing your clit fondled… oh well. Looks like we get to have some fun with you as punishment for wasting my time, huh?” Before she could react, she was lifted up onto the bar. People had begun crowding around and, as her Master untied her, they helped pin her in place. Someone undid her gag and let her scream out as they ripped the clothespins off her nipples. A Hitachi appeared in the first woman’s hand and she used it to torture her poor, numb clit. She bucked, screaming and twisting in the grip of several of the bar’s patrons, as she was edged again and again before her tormentress began fisting her ass. If she thought she’d been on the edge before, this was a new level of torture as she teetered on the knife’s edge of an orgasm she couldn’t achieve. Her Master helped them pull her off the bar after several minutes of her torture. They re-bound her on her knees, which only invited her tormentress to grind her now-soaking pussy on her face. “Eat me, slut. Make me cum while your pussy leaks in denial!” she crowed, grinding downwards. Helpless to do anything but obey, lest she displease her Master or the patrons in the bar, she began sucking the dominant woman’s pussy. Each orgasm was torture; a slap in the psychological face. On her knees, with her pussy creating a puddle on the floor beneath her, all she wanted was an orgasm. And yet here she was, being forced to eat this dominatrix out. To give away the one thing she wanted more than anything to take for herself. It wasn’t fair! Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as her new Mistress came on her face again, soaking her jaw with cream. The gag was back in as soon as the dominant tormentress was finished using her tongue. She was unbound and lifted into the air like a ragdoll before being impaled on a hard cock. It slid into her ass with little to no effort, considering the anal fisting she’d received earlier, and another man slid his cock deep into her denied, dripping cunt. Other patrons stood around, stroking their cocks or playing with their clits as she was repeatedly fucked to the edge again and again. She screamed and cried into her gag, trying with all her might to get some stimulation on her clit. Something to make her cum. But even when something did brush the tender nubbin between her legs, the thick layer of numbing cream made it impossible for her to tip over the edge. The dominant bitch came back a moment later and helped several of the bar patrons slam her backwards onto the pool table. Her hands were tied so that she couldn’t interfere, and other people helped hold her legs open. They exposed her to the bar as that psychotic, evil Domme stepped between her legs again, brandishing the Hitachi. She screamed in desperation, pleading with her Master through the gag; begging with her eyes. He stood there, calmly, watching as she was edged again and again for the amusement of the bar. She begged for an orgasm; begged for mercy. His response was to snap his fingers and have another girl kneel before him and begin sucking his cock. He ordered her to spread her legs and finger her twat while she did. It didn’t take long for her to cum, her body quivering as she worshiped his hard, throbbing cock. The unfairness of it – that this little tart who was sucking his rod – could cum and she couldn’t was maddening. She couldn’t focus on it for long, though. A cock plunged into her ass, driving her up against the edge of an orgasm again. Her screams reached a desperate pitch as she squirmed and bucked in her bondage, but it did her no good. Someone began groping her tits as she was roughly fucked and edged on the pool table. Her tear-streaked face tossed back and forth as she tried desperately, once more, to cum. More and more patrons got in on the action. They rubbed her clit, ungagged her to fuck her mouth, played with her nipples. Her body was on fire, mind lost beyond any form of reason, as she bounced back and forth from the edge of an orgasm. Sometimes they fucked her for so long that she just teetered on the edge. Other times – especially that sadistic woman – they would bring her up just to let her come crashing back down while they used her mouth or ass. It was pure and unadulterated torture, compounded by the humiliation of the audience in the bar and the casual, detached way in which her Master stood against the wall while the other slut worshiped his cock. Finally, after what seemed like hours of being used and abused as the bar’s denied fuckdoll, only her Master and one or two onlookers were left. He walked over, surveying the damage done to her by the patrons. She was exhausted; covered in cum and sweat, and that delicious Domme had covered her sensitive breasts with biting clothespins. He chuckled, sliding his cock deep into her denied pussy. She was soaking the pool table with her juices as he began fucking her. The result was almost immediate. The mindless fuckdoll began to beg through her gag for permission to cum. She said she’d do anything. That she’d never been this horny. That she really and truly needed it. He didn’t answer. Instead, he fucked her right to the edge and then stopped, removing a clothespin. “One…” he said, starting again. As soon as she hit the edge, he pulled another one off. “Two.” When the final clothespin came off, to his sadistic count of “sixteen”, he pulled out and walked over to her face. He jerked himself off, smirking triumphantly as he covered her in cum. “You told me you needed to cum, you lying little slut,” he said as she writhed and squirmed on the table. “And look at you – all that fucking and you still haven’t cum. I guess you didn’t really need to cum after all. And you’ll definitely be punished for lying to me…” She begged through the gag, tossing her head back and forth. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “Sixteen clothespins. You’ll spend an extra week denied for each one. Your frustration is never going to end: it’s only going to get worse. Much worse. I love having a wet, dripping slave kneeling in front of me and edging her sopping cunt. Who knows? Maybe I’ll just keep you that way forever.” Her tortured scream could be heard all the way outside the bar. A very special gift story for @mindlessdenial Enjoy and stay wet and drippy Oh….oh god….this is one of my biggest fantasies yet….I wish so desperately that I could cum to this, but I just…can’t…ohhh please!! Very nice!! Oh my god! -- source link