Ruined Orgasms...

Being used

Sir is using me as a good little fuck toy. He's covered me in arousal gel and having me feel through suggestion his cock going in and out. I'm trying to write this post with not much success as sir is talking in my ear and using me. I said this and he said "that's a shame, you'll just have to try a bit harder." I'm so horny and just want to be used by sir.

Be quiet

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stellar rain

So horny...

Currently almost halfway through 2 weeks of denial. I feel so sensitive and horny. Sir has spent quite a long time this evening teasing me and making me feel so very submissive.

Condition

Sir has said if I get enough notes on this post he might let me cum... So please followers it would be great if you helped me...

Alyssa didn’t know where her clothes had gone. Every time she tried to think about it, the memories simply tumbled down into a rabbit hole of pleasure so strong she was practically drunk on it until it was all she could do to keep her head from lolling back on her shoulders in mindless bliss. And she couldn’t let that happen, not when Maria took advantage of her every distraction to whisper in her ear about how good it would be to let go and become an obedient lesbian pleasure puppet. Alyssa had to resist. She couldn’t give in, or she would end up just like Zoe.

She could hear Zoe even now, leaning up against the wall and masturbating openly while Maria slowly teased the surrender from Alyssa’s dripping cunt. Alyssa thought she might have tried to ask Zoe for help at first; she had a faint, vague memory of giving her friend a pleading look and seeing only blank, obedient anticipation in return. Maria must have gotten to Zoe already. Alyssa could picture Zoe zoning out more and more as Maria spoke to her in those same low, soothing tones, softening her mind into placid compliance until all Zoe wanted to do was give her friend the same gift of mindless peace and pleasure. She could picture it… so perfectly. So easily. So…

Alyssa shook her head, struggling to clear the fog of endorphins from her mind and focus on Maria’s words. She couldn’t let them slip away into the back of her mind like that–if they did, they would become indistinguishable from her own thoughts. That was Zoe right now, mindlessly fingering herself and nodding along to everything Maria said, perfectly blank and aroused and empty and blissful and vacant and horny and oh shit, she was doing it again. She blinked heavily, her body swaying loosely as her muscles relaxed under Maria’s ministrations.

Alyssa forced herself to think about every word Maria was saying. ‘Focus on my voice.’ Yes, she could do that. ‘Focus on the pleasure it brings.’ It did feel amazing, Alyssa had to admit–she wasn’t gay (she wasn’t she wasn’t she wasn’t) but she’d never been touched like this before, not by men or women. Maria knew just when to rub Alyssa’s clit and just when to sink her fingers all the way into Alyssa’s slick and dripping channel and pound Alyssa’s cunt full force. Until it was so hard to resist the pleasure, until Alyssa tensed in another near-orgasm and then sagged helplessly into Maria’s arms as her seductress stopped just short of making her cum. Alyssa couldn’t cum just yet. Alyssa had to give in to obedience before she could cum. Alyssa had to surrender to Maria, just like Zoe had…

Shit. That was Maria again. Alyssa tried to remember when she’d lost track of the soft, breathy, sensual whisper in her ear and had simply gone into a fugue of arousal, but… but it was all a blur. Her memories were jumbled up into one stretch of bliss after another, one teasing touch so much like the next that time seemed to have lost all meaning for her. Without any external cues to guide her, Alyssa felt like she could have spent an eternity in this room, held in Maria’s arms and drugged deeper into obedience by the flow of constant sensation. Everything was so maddeningly repetitive, so exhaustingly circular. She didn’t even know when she took off her clothes.

Clothes.

Alyssa didn’t know where her clothes had gone…

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Gah... I mean thanks for that clarification >< lol

Denied

This morning Sir didn’t let me have release after my edges… Still feeling horny and dont think tumblr is the best place to be or is it? Denial is so frustrating yet can be so good.