PaganDawn Posted September 29, 2020 Posted September 29, 2020 Chapter 3 Denial…. I can hear every single footstep as Sir follows my progress to the bedroom, unhurried, obviously enjoying the view and I sneak a smile. I am shaking, nervous at what is to come, but the minx in me cannot help herself and I push my ass out just a little more and sway my hips further, I can tease too. Stopping at my case I hear him approach, I let out a as his pants brush my shoulder while he steps over me to the side of the bed, and I quickly shuffle on my knees to gather my toys together. I was glad I did not have many, or it would have been an exceptionally long torturous evening of denial. And as my shaky hands fumbled with the zip on my overnight case I mused, I never needed many toys, after all, there are only so many ways you can cum, and they did the job nicely, tonight though, I was beginning to regret that. I gathered my toys together and gestured towards Sir. He held out the box, I looked at it knowing full well its purpose, total denial. To lock away my toys until Sir deems me worthy of playing. Tonight’s 2nd lesson was starting to take shape. Sir patted the bed and I jumped up like a good pet and lay on my back. “Carry on Pagan,” so dam calm, so collected, so matter of fact when I was falling apart. I slipped my big beads out of their pouch and dangled them over my mouth to moisten them and then stopped, no need, I was way wetter than I usually was. Sir had not just read my mind, he was inside it, calculating every move to get the response he wanted, guiding me to where he wanted me to be, exploiting my curiosity, my desires and my need to feel unnerved and on edge, giving me no room to manoeuvre, keeping the primal me in its place. Pull yourself together girl. Show him you are made of stronger stuff. Time to play. I opened my legs, “Wider” came the response. I obliged again, like a *** kitten drawing my feet up towards me, my lips parted, I was on full display. I could feel the heat from my wetness as I slipped the beads inside me, 1…2…3…4…5… Leaving 2 out, I reached for my vibrator, s***d 3 I think; to start. I took a deep breath and touched my neck with the tip, letting out a sigh as the familiar vibration travelled through me bringing with it a wave of delicious goose bumps. Slowly, deliberately I trailed it down my already heated body, stopping to tease my nipples in turn. I did not need the stimulation, they were already firm and tight, but I wanted to show I was calm and far from Cumming, a lie; but I was desperate to regain a little bit of control. This, was going to test me! Now, a moment of clarity, because I hate the word dildo..and for future reference, I name my toys, as a lot of people probably do…This particularly nice purple one is called George, George 2 to be precise, George 1st had a good burial after several months of exceptional service. And I also have Jeffrey, a nice pink 6 inch dildo (urgh, that word again) and mini…my little clit vibe. So, back to the moment… After circling my belly I snake George down to the inside of my thigh, the sensation bringing a gasp from my lips. I bite my lip, careful to avoid going anywhere near my pussy. I was burning now, so swollen I could barely stand the ache and throbbing inside me. I needed release, but that was the last thing I was going to get. I brush George over my clit, the lightest of touches and the shivers go running through me, god this was going to be hard. Again, just a touch, then I press harder, the sensation makes me clench and I start to writhe around. I slide it down to my open wet pussy to where the beads are filling me. George presses against the 2 I’ve left dangling and I feel the vibes flow over my lips and flood deep inside me, pulsing over my G spot, pushing deep down into my cervix. I start to rub George faster, up and down between my clit and the beads…I am unable to stop, my hips move in rhythm, up, down, up, down, I can feel it, my muscles tense, jerk, convulse, my head is heavy, nipples twinge and tighten, I’m holding my breath. God I have to stop, my clit is pulsing, I can feel it, I move George away, clench, hold my breath… Ahhhhh, god no… SLAP… Sirs hand deals a blow to my pussy and then he is over me, holding my jaw, “don’t you dare cum,” he slaps my face, again and again, I am back, my orgasm stopped, my breathing ragged and stressed with the effort. I can feel my face flushing. I can’t open my yes, every bit of my core is shaking, this is too much. My pussy stings as I tease my fingers between my wet lips to remove the beads. I am still clenching them, one, two, three, dam I can feel it building again, four, five, thank fuck. I drop the soaked beads on the bed and reach for mini and my anal beads. I open my mouth and lower the beads in, rolling them round, using my tongue to make sure they are all wet and slippy, using the time to gain some composure. My skin is damp now from the effort and my breathing wont settle. I brush them over my lips as I lift them out and move them to my ass. I love the way they just pop in; I smile and nibble my lip as I position the bead over my ass and push it in, and the next, and the next. I can’t help a giggle, it’s as satisfying as popping bubble wrap…there, all in. No need for moisture, I am soaked, the clit vibe tickles as it touches my hood, I press it harder and clench my ass, the beads move and I feel the pressure…mmm I lick my lips, so good. Rubbing the vibe up and down over my clit hood I can hear him, he is sat on the bed, watching now, touching. Oh I don’t need this, his hands, so firm pulling at my thighs, I open my legs wider, my back starts to arch, his hands running up my legs just add to the excitement building between my legs again. My clit is throbbing now, so sensitive, I pull the vibe away, just a moment, a breather a chance to regain my composure…” Pagan,” god really!! I return it to my clit, rubbing in circles, my head fills again, my nose blocks, the pressure builds and then, just as I pull the vibe away and clench the sheets the slap comes. Dam, I cry out, no, god help me I suck at this. I am angry, angry at myself for not having more control, angry that he can so easily do this to me, I can feel my primal urges surfacing, I want to bite, to scream, to deny him the satisfaction of seeing me so ***. Then the hand is back, grasping my jaw, his body presses against me, I feel the little controlled slaps on my cheek. My eyes are closed, focusing with everything I have to keep control of my fucking pussy, and he is a hairs breadth from my lips, so close his scent is intoxicating, holding my jaw with a firm hand …“Pagan!... do…not…cum.” Fuck….fuck…fuck. I gasp and quiver as I clench myself tightly. My pussy is swelling with the heat burning inside, I can’t do this. I am losing control. His voice, commanding…” continue,” as I hear him shift off the bed, and I steal a glimpse at his movement, his form silhouetted against the curtain light, oh god, I turn to stare at the ceiling, my lips dry, and my heart races. This erotic, emotionally fuelled situation I am in, the scent of my Sirs breath lingering in my nostrils, the sound of his voice, his sighs, the music, the moment, all adding to the burning inside that is screaming for release. “Continue.” A tear escapes my eye, and I reach for Jeffry. This, this will finish me off. Again, no need to moisten it, I could not if I wanted to, my lips are to dry, my mouth, baren of moisture and my throat just wants to scream. I press it for s***d 1, I cannot take any more, and as I slip it inside my pussy I fumble for George and take a deep breath. I cannot fight, it just adds to my arousal, and my anger is failing me as acceptance seeps in, and I am ready to explode. With the calmest of voices, the simplest of instructions and an air of total confidence, this Dom has laid me bare, toyed and teased my senses as lazily as a light toys with a moth, exposed my vulnerabilities and opened the cage for my primal side to just step inside….fuck. I push Jeffery in deep with a muffled cry, then lifting I angle him onto my g spot. George is on s***d 4 and pressing on my clit. The beads in my ass, squashed and buzzing with the vibrations, my nipples are tight and electrifying me with wave after wave of shivers, and he is close, oh so close. It does not take long. My ears ring, I can barely breathe… in…hold…gasp…repeat. I try desperately to hide how close I am, I will fail, I do not care, I need to cum. Then he is with me again, over my face, so close, watching me…Do…Not…Cum!!! Arggg, god I cannot do it, I must hold, I must. The slap is hard, his hand on my jaw, his voice so calm, all adding to the crest of my orgasm. No! I clench, my lungs are bursting to breathe but I cannot, not yet, hold, hold, tears stream out of my eyes, my emotions ragged. I yank the beads out with a cry, throwing George and Jeffry in the process and just let it all go. I am held, I am spent, I am ***… and I am his.
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