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Authors: Annabel Joseph
Tags: Erótica
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hide her face.
“You’re wondering why I punished you when I knew?” he asked. “I was punishing you for speaking, for protesting. For your tone. And because it pleases me to hurt you sometimes just because I can. Just because I enjoy pushing you to your limits and watching the breakdown.” His fingers moved again on her clit. How much she must hate him... He laughed softly and brought his fingers to her nose for a moment so she could breathe in her feminine scent. Her needy scent. “It’s the same thing with the orgasm denial, kitten. I enjoy watching the build up, seeing how far I can tease and wrap you around my fingers. How much I can make you dance. The denial is just a tool for winding you up so I can watch you writhe and wriggle for me.”
She pressed her face back against his neck, making a small distressed sound. She moved her hips, just a little, but he didn’t stop his lazy torment. His finger slid across her taut little button and down into the cleft of her pussy. He tightened his arm on her waist when she moved her hips and started to tremble.
“You see?” He chuckled against her ear. “Not letting you come...it’s like the rubber band on those little wooden airplane toys: You twist and twist them until you can’t twist them anymore, then you let it go and watch them fly around the room.”
She pulled away from him then, the first real sign of rebellion. He liked it, but at the same time, he had to put it down. He drew his hand out of her harness and grabbed her face.
“You have to trust me, girl. I think you don’t trust me. I know we haven’t had a lot of time together, but I’m being careful. Perhaps you don’t see it, but I am.” He reached for her waist and tightened the harness. Enough cuddle time. “Listen, I want you to really clean and straighten up the play space today. There’s a big party tomorrow. A private party. An orgy,” he finally clarified, laughing at the sudden hope that spread across her face. Yes, it would have been the perfect occasion to release her from orgasm restriction. But—
“No, you won’t yet be permitted to come,” he said to put down her false hope. “I’ll let everybody know. And girl, you won’t want to be punished in front of everyone if you screw up. So beware. It might be best if we did a little more edging practice tonight.” Mephisto pinched her nipples until she flinched, and then slapped her breasts. “You know, I might not permit you to come at all until you’re returned to your Master. What a gift that would be for him, no? To return you absolutely wild with horniness. Maybe he’d find he liked you that way. I could give him lots of advice about an effective denial program. And that harness is going home with you and him. Hopefully he’ll make good use of it.”
Her look of distress was priceless. Even better—her attempt to hide the depth of her despair behind her equivocal slavey face.
“Nice try, kitten. But everything you think and feel is written on your face, clear as daylight.” He slapped her ass. “Now get going. I better not find one speck of dust.”
*** *** ***
He left her out in the dungeon, cleaning. He had professional teams come in to do the real cleaning, of course, but she didn’t know that. She worked so hard, as if she alone was responsible for Club Mephisto putting its best foot forward. Silly, earnest girl. If she saw the real mess that was left behind, the mess that was cleaned up while she slept in her snug little cage—the semen, the condoms, the sweat, the lube—she’d probably never recover.
Mephisto went in the back, stripped and showered and decided not to get dressed again. He lay back on his bed and dialed Clayton’s cell.
“How is she today?” Clayton asked as a greeting.
Mephisto laughed. “You sound about as tired as she does.”
“Ah, my poor slave. Long night?”
“The long night’s tonight. We’re hosting a party. Molly can attend, I suppose?”
“If you think
“You’re wondering why I punished you when I knew?” he asked. “I was punishing you for speaking, for protesting. For your tone. And because it pleases me to hurt you sometimes just because I can. Just because I enjoy pushing you to your limits and watching the breakdown.” His fingers moved again on her clit. How much she must hate him... He laughed softly and brought his fingers to her nose for a moment so she could breathe in her feminine scent. Her needy scent. “It’s the same thing with the orgasm denial, kitten. I enjoy watching the build up, seeing how far I can tease and wrap you around my fingers. How much I can make you dance. The denial is just a tool for winding you up so I can watch you writhe and wriggle for me.”
She pressed her face back against his neck, making a small distressed sound. She moved her hips, just a little, but he didn’t stop his lazy torment. His finger slid across her taut little button and down into the cleft of her pussy. He tightened his arm on her waist when she moved her hips and started to tremble.
“You see?” He chuckled against her ear. “Not letting you come...it’s like the rubber band on those little wooden airplane toys: You twist and twist them until you can’t twist them anymore, then you let it go and watch them fly around the room.”
She pulled away from him then, the first real sign of rebellion. He liked it, but at the same time, he had to put it down. He drew his hand out of her harness and grabbed her face.
“You have to trust me, girl. I think you don’t trust me. I know we haven’t had a lot of time together, but I’m being careful. Perhaps you don’t see it, but I am.” He reached for her waist and tightened the harness. Enough cuddle time. “Listen, I want you to really clean and straighten up the play space today. There’s a big party tomorrow. A private party. An orgy,” he finally clarified, laughing at the sudden hope that spread across her face. Yes, it would have been the perfect occasion to release her from orgasm restriction. But—
“No, you won’t yet be permitted to come,” he said to put down her false hope. “I’ll let everybody know. And girl, you won’t want to be punished in front of everyone if you screw up. So beware. It might be best if we did a little more edging practice tonight.” Mephisto pinched her nipples until she flinched, and then slapped her breasts. “You know, I might not permit you to come at all until you’re returned to your Master. What a gift that would be for him, no? To return you absolutely wild with horniness. Maybe he’d find he liked you that way. I could give him lots of advice about an effective denial program. And that harness is going home with you and him. Hopefully he’ll make good use of it.”
Her look of distress was priceless. Even better—her attempt to hide the depth of her despair behind her equivocal slavey face.
“Nice try, kitten. But everything you think and feel is written on your face, clear as daylight.” He slapped her ass. “Now get going. I better not find one speck of dust.”
*** *** ***
He left her out in the dungeon, cleaning. He had professional teams come in to do the real cleaning, of course, but she didn’t know that. She worked so hard, as if she alone was responsible for Club Mephisto putting its best foot forward. Silly, earnest girl. If she saw the real mess that was left behind, the mess that was cleaned up while she slept in her snug little cage—the semen, the condoms, the sweat, the lube—she’d probably never recover.
Mephisto went in the back, stripped and showered and decided not to get dressed again. He lay back on his bed and dialed Clayton’s cell.
“How is she today?” Clayton asked as a greeting.
Mephisto laughed. “You sound about as tired as she does.”
“Ah, my poor slave. Long night?”
“The long night’s tonight. We’re hosting a party. Molly can attend, I suppose?”
“If you think
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