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feeling pleasurable, and this plate will more or less put your clit out of commission. You'll simply have to suffer for Master's pleasure, won't you?"
"Yes, Master," she replied, although his questions were only rhetorical. She had no choice, as he said. So she suffered, feeling full and yet too empty, her denial and pain decided completely by his hands.
"Now, kitten," he said when she was securely harnessed, "look at me." He tipped her head back with a thumb under her chin. "I see no more reason for you to talk to me, only to obey. You can obey without speaking. So unless I ask you a direct question from now on, I want no words."
"But...please Master, may I ask one more question?"
"One more."
"Must I be completely silent?"
"Silent? No, girl. I said no words , not no noise. Feel free to scream, whine, or whimper as needed. I actually quite enjoying hearing you make those sounds."
"Thank you, Mas —" she started to say, until she was silenced by a quelling finger placed on her lips.
The Third Day
She awakened in the same state she'd fallen asleep in. Pure, elemental arousal, kept at a constant low simmer by the intrusive harness she wore. After dinner the night before he'd refreshed the oil that tormented her, and then again when he came home right before bed. All that time he'd kept her caged, so she had nothing better to do than think about how badly she wanted to masturbate, and how unable she was to do so. She'd masturbated in her mind a thousand times, but found no respite. She fidgeted in the harness, squeezed her ass and pussy on the dildos in a focused attempt to relieve her need, but she finally realized that, beside the fact that it wasn't possible...her Master didn't want her to. If she persisted, then she was willfully trying to disobey him. After that, she just resigned herself to the haunting ache.
Now, in the dim light of the morning, she realized that she hadn't thought about her Master in hours...since the harness went on. She realized the method behind the madness, and it frightened her. Simply by denying her what she was desperate for—orgasm—he could focus her thoughts completely on her body and her need for him. For his permission. For his release. For his cock. Nothing else had been able to take hold in her mind except her desire for him and how much she wanted to come.
But knowing the purpose behind his treatment of her didn't soothe the throbbing in her pelvis or the longing in her clit. God, what if he oiled her up again this morning? She lay very still behind her confining bars, hoping he wouldn't notice she was awake. She did drift off a little, exhausted from a restless night. When she came to awareness again she heard deep male voices and low laughter. She rubbed her eyes and saw Mephisto stir and roll over on top of his bed partner. His male bed partner. Mephisto pinched the man’s nipples hard and he moaned, throwing back a mane of shoulder length platinum blond hair. He was light to Mephisto's dark, and seemingly bottom to Mephisto's top. Mephisto pinched his nipples again and Molly watched in bitter fascination, feeling the twinge and burn in her own hardening peaks. She wished Mephisto was touching her, not that man. She heard hushed orders then. Mephisto's orders. Suck me.
The muscular males rearranged, the blond man kneeling submissively beside the bed. Mephisto stretched out his legs on either side of him, his cock standing up like a beacon in the darkness. Molly salivated for him, and her pussy clenched around the dildo inside her as she imagined his cock pushing inside her instead. The man bent over his cock and worshipped Mephisto, licking him avidly, pumping his thick tool in his hands and then taking him all the way into his throat. Mephisto looked down at him like a scornful god, leaning back and letting the man service him.
Molly simply stared. She wasn't shocked, only mesmerized. She'd seen Mephisto kissing and embracing men while she was
"Yes, Master," she replied, although his questions were only rhetorical. She had no choice, as he said. So she suffered, feeling full and yet too empty, her denial and pain decided completely by his hands.
"Now, kitten," he said when she was securely harnessed, "look at me." He tipped her head back with a thumb under her chin. "I see no more reason for you to talk to me, only to obey. You can obey without speaking. So unless I ask you a direct question from now on, I want no words."
"But...please Master, may I ask one more question?"
"One more."
"Must I be completely silent?"
"Silent? No, girl. I said no words , not no noise. Feel free to scream, whine, or whimper as needed. I actually quite enjoying hearing you make those sounds."
"Thank you, Mas —" she started to say, until she was silenced by a quelling finger placed on her lips.
The Third Day
She awakened in the same state she'd fallen asleep in. Pure, elemental arousal, kept at a constant low simmer by the intrusive harness she wore. After dinner the night before he'd refreshed the oil that tormented her, and then again when he came home right before bed. All that time he'd kept her caged, so she had nothing better to do than think about how badly she wanted to masturbate, and how unable she was to do so. She'd masturbated in her mind a thousand times, but found no respite. She fidgeted in the harness, squeezed her ass and pussy on the dildos in a focused attempt to relieve her need, but she finally realized that, beside the fact that it wasn't possible...her Master didn't want her to. If she persisted, then she was willfully trying to disobey him. After that, she just resigned herself to the haunting ache.
Now, in the dim light of the morning, she realized that she hadn't thought about her Master in hours...since the harness went on. She realized the method behind the madness, and it frightened her. Simply by denying her what she was desperate for—orgasm—he could focus her thoughts completely on her body and her need for him. For his permission. For his release. For his cock. Nothing else had been able to take hold in her mind except her desire for him and how much she wanted to come.
But knowing the purpose behind his treatment of her didn't soothe the throbbing in her pelvis or the longing in her clit. God, what if he oiled her up again this morning? She lay very still behind her confining bars, hoping he wouldn't notice she was awake. She did drift off a little, exhausted from a restless night. When she came to awareness again she heard deep male voices and low laughter. She rubbed her eyes and saw Mephisto stir and roll over on top of his bed partner. His male bed partner. Mephisto pinched the man’s nipples hard and he moaned, throwing back a mane of shoulder length platinum blond hair. He was light to Mephisto's dark, and seemingly bottom to Mephisto's top. Mephisto pinched his nipples again and Molly watched in bitter fascination, feeling the twinge and burn in her own hardening peaks. She wished Mephisto was touching her, not that man. She heard hushed orders then. Mephisto's orders. Suck me.
The muscular males rearranged, the blond man kneeling submissively beside the bed. Mephisto stretched out his legs on either side of him, his cock standing up like a beacon in the darkness. Molly salivated for him, and her pussy clenched around the dildo inside her as she imagined his cock pushing inside her instead. The man bent over his cock and worshipped Mephisto, licking him avidly, pumping his thick tool in his hands and then taking him all the way into his throat. Mephisto looked down at him like a scornful god, leaning back and letting the man service him.
Molly simply stared. She wasn't shocked, only mesmerized. She'd seen Mephisto kissing and embracing men while she was
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