This is what we call “predicament bondage”, because there’s no way for the boy to full relax. When the dildo is almost out of his hole, his balls get tugged – but when his balls get some rest the dido is fully seated in his hole… *wagwag*
>.> *strains*
😈
Fuckkkkk, good boy! Just keep working yourself over like that for me until I come collect you. 😍😍😍
Predicament bondage must be so much fun 😀
I wanted him to restrain me and force me to come more than I’d ever experienced, more than I could ever make myself come. I wanted to feel that vibrator grind even harder against my clit when I told him to stop, to feel that vibration punishing my pussy when I said it was too much. I wanted to beg for mercy the way I imagine it when I’m masturbating. I just didn’t realise how intense it would be after the first time I came, how my body would be turning on itself for allowing it to endure this; the battle between what my body can handle and what my mind craves. It was only seconds after asking him to please let me come that the words ‘please stop’ escaped my lips. With every orgasm I’d ask it again, hoping that the words would take new meaning, to convey what my tensed muscles and trembling limbs cannot. I want him to feel for a second what he’s doing to me, to understand what I’m going through, whether that would make him a little merciful. To feel such pleasure that surpasses that moment of devastation and veers into agony.
But the part that resides deep within, the part that imagined this while I masturbated and edged myself to the fantasy, that part wants it to never end.
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“Complacent.” The word rested in the center of her mind, pulling her
thoughts toward it like it had a gravitational mass all its own. No
matter what she tried to think, it seemed so much easier to proceed along the channel that had been laid out for her. And that led inexorably to another word, “Compliant.” Every time she tried to pull her mind out of the endless groove carved into her mind, she found herself instead thinking of the next word. “Controlled.”It was such a simple mantra. It was maddeningly simple. “Complacent. Compliant. Controlled.” Her fingers swirled on her clit, rubbing through her panties with a constant, slow, teasing pace, and her mind helplessly moved from one word to the next. “Complacent.” She touched herself and tried to think of anything but– “Compliant.” Her mind circled around and around the thought like her hand circled around her clit. “Controlled.”
She didn’t need to absorb complex programming to be lulled into obedience. All she needed were those three simple words: “Complacent. Compliant. Controlled.” She heard herself saying them, endlessly repeating the loop of brainwashing and masturbating her mind away. “Complacent. Compliant. Controlled.” Her voice was a dull monotone, void of inflection. Void of emotion. Void of thought. She didn’t need those things. She only needed to be “Complacent. Compliant. Controlled.”
She lost track of time; she knew that when she was done programming herself, she would be instructed to stop. And she would accept her instructions, because she was “Complacent. Compliant. Controlled.” It was the only thing she wanted to be now. The only thing she could conceive of being. She had long ago stopped trying to make herself cum, she had long ago given up remembering when the loop started or how she was seduced into repeating it. Only three words mattered to her now. “Complacent. Compliant. Controlled.”
She knew they were true. She couldn’t imagine them any other way anymore. She said, “Complacent,” and she knew instantly that she was happy to keep following instructions and edge her wet cunt while she repeated the next word. She said “Compliant,” and she knew that she accepted the will of her programmers easily and effortlessly and unthinkingly. She said, “Controlled,” and she knew that was exactly who she was. It wasn’t a description anymore, it was an identity. She was Complacent. She was Compliant. She was Controlled.
The chain of words wrapped around her mind, each link leading inexorably to the next. “Compliant. Controlled. Complacent.” “Controlled. Complacent. Compliant.” There was no end, there was no beginning, there was simply pleasure and obedience as the groove in her mind became a channel, the channel became a valley, the valley became a chasm. Her self was at the bottom of that chasm, so deep she could no longer see daylight, following it endlessly in circles that spiraled ever deeper into submission. It was all she wanted to be. It was all she ever wanted to be now.
Complacent.
Compliant.
Controlled.
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Please teach me a lesson
Sir told me not to touch and I did, I stole an orgasm, I was weak. I was selfish and disobedient, I deserve to be punished. Sir says that this community is cruel to those in denial and that you will teach me a lesson I won’t soon forget.
For every note this post receives I will endure 10 minutes of teasing.
I will not be permitted to orgasm again until all the teasing is completed.
The post will be open until either I complete all time or when the post reaches 50,000 notes. I must wait 3 days to start subtracting time.
Please help me learn to be good.
Post started February 10, 2018
You don’t have nearly enough minutes banked yet, you poor thing. Here, let me help you out.
“Soon. Very soon you’ll start to link this pain to the building orgasm. Soon all it will take to make you a filthy, mindless, bitch in heat, is one hit. Then, you’ll be ready to be my perfect whore.”
“You feel that vibe?”
“AHHHH, AHHHHH, GODDDDD”
“Fuck that vibe, little girl. I don’t see those hips moving.”
“GODDDD, FUCKKKK, FUCKKKK”
“Harder, grind those hips harder. Mmm, there’s another one, ohhhh that’s gonna be a good one.”
“AHHHHHH GODDDDDD, FUCKKKKKK, AHHHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHHH.”
“Just a few more. Let me see those hips. Don’t fucking stop those hips.”
Mmmph… that’s the life.
Mmmm, I do love the idea of conditioning someone’s reaction to forced orgasms to be humping.
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