herleadingman:

I’ve never been the type to sit idly by and wait.  I don’t like wasting time staring at walls and listening to the clock on the wall count off the meaningless seconds of My life.  When I know that I’m going to be forced to endure a waiting room, I like to bring things that occupy My time and make that time be productive.  Sure I could stare at My Twitter feed or surf through some Tumblr porn, but that’s not as productive as I’d like to be.  As I sit here and wait to be called back, I will take My hand and place it between your legs.  That’s right.  Open up.  You say you want to be owned.  You say you want a power exchange.  Now’s the time to prove it.  Yes…they could walk in and call us back any minute now.  I am not oblivious to how it will look if I am three fingers deep into your wet cunt.  But, after all, it is My pussy.  Right?   Your mind and body…all Mine to enjoy and do with as I see fit.  It’s one thing to simply say you are surrendered to Me and want Me to have control.  It’s a whole other thing to actually sit there and open your legs and give Me access to your most private parts of you.  You knew there was a reason why I kept you from wearing panties today, right? 

How do you think it is going to feel when she opens that door, looks through and calls our name?  How will her face change when she realizes that I am finger fucking you?  Do you think she will come in to get us before or after I have forced you to orgasm?  I don’t know either.  I am more interested to know how you are going to react, little girl.  Will you slam your legs shut on My hand or will you be a good girl and hold them open?  Will you let the nice woman see what a good little slut you are for your Sir? 

Look at how wet you are.  Lick My fingers clean.  Good girl.  Do you see what public play like this does to you, little girl?  I do.  I see how wet My pussy gets when there’s a chance someone else will see what a dirty little slut you are for Me.  Now open wider for Me.  I hear the footsteps too.  Their muffled voices behind the door.  Seems as though they are getting closer to coming in, doesn’t it?  Does that make your more wet, little girl?  Let Me see.  Yes…thought so. 

When we are done here, I will grab the back of your neck.  When I do, excuse yourself and go to the bathroom and insert your kegal balls.  Your little pussy should easily take them in as wet as you are.  You will keep them in through lunch with our friends.  We haven’t seen them in a while and I know it’s going to be a long lunch.  When you get squirmy and needy, just place your hand in My lap next to My cock.  If you touch My cock enough times during lunch, I’ll consider giving you an orgasm.  Do you like that plan, little girl?  Do you want to orgasm today?  How many times should I make you cum?  Once?  A dozen?  How about zero?  I guess we will see won’t we, little girl?  Either way…it won’t be right now.  Now edge one more time.  Your clit is so swollen, little girl.  I love it when you’re like this, you know.  Needy.  Wet.  Wanton.  My good girl.  No…you may not cum.  Not until we are done here and not until after lunch…maybe.  If you’re good.  Guess we’ll see.

HLM
3/30/18

casualbrainwashing:

always-dripping:

productofthelab:

“Go ahead,” he whispered.  "The bars need humping, don’t they?“

Her eyes glazed slightly as she looked at them, thoughts swirling in pretty tangles inside her head.

“Go on,” he encouraged again.  

She walked forward to squat in front of the gate.  

Inserting her legs between the metal slats was awkward at first; they pressed almost-too-tightly against her thighs.  Undaunted, she continued to inch forward until she could feel the middle post caught firmly between them.

Bracing her hands against the ground, she arched her back and thrust her hips forward.  At first, the texture of the metal seemed strange as it rubbed against her sex – cold and smooth, with tiny ripples in the finish. As her legs lifted and lowered her by tiny fractions of an inch, however, the quick, tight motions left her freshly damp.

He watched the light glistening of sweat appear, and her legs tense.  "Careful.  Relax,“ he murmured, his tone cautionary.  She checked herself, and took a deep breath, slowing her pace.

After a moment, she reached down with her fingers to carefully spread her lips wider.  Gliding slowly, she began to stroke in larger motions, coating the pole with her own dripping lubricant as she rocked against it.

Her skin began to flush with exertion, and her mouth parted in a soft gasp.  She thrust swollen, sensitive flesh against the bar time and again.

Monitoring herself carefully, she felt hope swell up.  She was nearly there.  Almost at the edge.  So close…

“…And, stop.”

With a despairing little squeak, she dropped back to the ground.  Her cheeks flushed as she turned to him for approval. 

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Very nice – but there are still so many bars yet to go, aren’t there?”

She nodded, slowly, her eyes lowering as she conceded.

“…And you need humping, don’t you?”

It’s that day again, so be my good little girl and show me how desperate your little cunt is.  Rub it on everything you can, my little slut.   NO touching today… only humping like a crazed little animal.   

I did a guesstimation, and I think there were 55 bars in her backyard fence. 

I’d been showing her orgasm denial, and she was starting to enjoy it. She hadn’t embraced it yet — she still clenched and swore when it was time to stop touching, but had started to fantasize about being denied, forced to edge for hours.

So I skipped a few steps. I told her she was not allowed to cum, until she edged once, on every bar in her backyard fence. The house over was rent-shared by some other girls: young, working professionals. Needless to say she will not want to be caught.

Maybe she’ll find a time when they’re all out of the house. Maybe she’ll edge in the darkness, late at night. The bars cold. Her pussy soaked.

Looking at her expression after I told her, I understood right away what she was going to do. She loved the idea, but couldn’t see herself doing it for a single day.  

The moment I left, she was going to rub herself silly imagining it. She’d figure out something was wrong in the first 20 minutes, but convince herself she was just a little nervous. It might take her hours of desperate rubbing to realize there is no way out.

That I’m far too deep into her mind to be disobeyed. That she won’t ever be able to push herself over the edge. Not without meeting my conditions. That she’s going to to spend the next two months dripping, stressed and humiliated.

The moral of the story is that wet, weak girls don’t get to have a choice.

That they make more entertaining toys, when they are helpless to obey.

Don’t you agree?

officialdepravederos:

You have to embrace the pain….to be able to feel the pleasure…

I wish I could be this female, in His hands 😮

athoughtfulsir:

He he

sadisticgames:

Plenty of people will torture you if you ask them to do so. 

Many Dominant partners will make you weep because they know it’s what you truly desire. 

To be perfectly clear, I enjoy watching a woman weep because it turns Me on. 

It excites Me to see you loose control, from pain, pleasure, or humiliation, 

even better if it’s such a fluid combination of all three that even you don’t know. 

So when you suffer for Me, never assume that I’m doing this for you. 

I’m a selfish and sadistic asshole. 

The fact that you get off on it, 

that’s a happy coincidence. 

her-gift-his-honor:

🐰 Happy Easter, Easter Bunny… 🐰

Joyeuses Pâques 🙂