jon.hayworth
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ORGASM CONTROL - a Dom's perspective
My slave kneels by the bed her skirt fanned over her back, panties around her knees on the floor. Her alabaster ass cheeks bisected by a thin red line, the mark of the cane applied not once, not twice - but six times with a precision I pride myself on. Each stroke has landed with millimetre perfection upon the site of the previous blow.
I probe between her thighs with the rod, she groans when her nether lips are parted. “Please master!”
“Not yet you must learn self discipline.” That is why I had to punish her, she came without my permission and now I intend to make her wait longer before I give my consent to her orgasm – that is assuming that I decide to.
I examine the rod - it is dry, thus far she has obeyed my injunction to hold back. I wonder if she will be so successful when I proceed to the next stage of her torment.
She shudders when I coat her labia with KY. I can do most anything to her and she endures without complaint, but cold always draws a protest. I put some lubricant on my hand.
I shape my fingers into an arrowhead and fold my thumb across the palm. Kneeling behind her I open the love curtains, her vagina is expectantly wide; feeling merciful I ignore the beads of moisture that trickle slowly from the oval tunnel. Whispering to her, “Wait for me to say yes.”
My fingers slide in with ease up to the knuckle where finger and hand join, now there is a resistance. As I push through the Ring-of-Fire, I sense rather than feel a gyration of her hips. My free hand snakes around her I establish a firm grip by cupping her Mons Veneris, “Not yet.”
“Master it is so difficult …”
“If it was not it would not be a task.” As I spoke the pelvic girdle parted admitting my hand.
“Damned if I will!” She drummed the mattress with her clenched fists.
Never before had I gone in so far without her going into paroxysms of wet ecstasy. She could not hold out for much longer now was the moment to release her. “Cum for me now!”
Before I finished speaking her pelvis was oscillating and my digits drowning in the released super-heated deluge.
Who are those idiots who deny female ejaculation?
I kope this little effort entertained you all,
jon
My slave kneels by the bed her skirt fanned over her back, panties around her knees on the floor. Her alabaster ass cheeks bisected by a thin red line, the mark of the cane applied not once, not twice - but six times with a precision I pride myself on. Each stroke has landed with millimetre perfection upon the site of the previous blow.
I probe between her thighs with the rod, she groans when her nether lips are parted. “Please master!”
“Not yet you must learn self discipline.” That is why I had to punish her, she came without my permission and now I intend to make her wait longer before I give my consent to her orgasm – that is assuming that I decide to.
I examine the rod - it is dry, thus far she has obeyed my injunction to hold back. I wonder if she will be so successful when I proceed to the next stage of her torment.
She shudders when I coat her labia with KY. I can do most anything to her and she endures without complaint, but cold always draws a protest. I put some lubricant on my hand.
I shape my fingers into an arrowhead and fold my thumb across the palm. Kneeling behind her I open the love curtains, her vagina is expectantly wide; feeling merciful I ignore the beads of moisture that trickle slowly from the oval tunnel. Whispering to her, “Wait for me to say yes.”
My fingers slide in with ease up to the knuckle where finger and hand join, now there is a resistance. As I push through the Ring-of-Fire, I sense rather than feel a gyration of her hips. My free hand snakes around her I establish a firm grip by cupping her Mons Veneris, “Not yet.”
“Master it is so difficult …”
“If it was not it would not be a task.” As I spoke the pelvic girdle parted admitting my hand.
“Damned if I will!” She drummed the mattress with her clenched fists.
Never before had I gone in so far without her going into paroxysms of wet ecstasy. She could not hold out for much longer now was the moment to release her. “Cum for me now!”
Before I finished speaking her pelvis was oscillating and my digits drowning in the released super-heated deluge.
Who are those idiots who deny female ejaculation?
I kope this little effort entertained you all,
jon
