female-orgasm-denial:

She writhed in desperation at this pleasure filled torture. She was SO close, just a little more pressure and she’d go over. But he knew that, he knew exactly what he was doing, she could see that wicked smile on his face. He easily resisted her pushing. This was all she’d get.

Licking, sucking, heavenly torment.

She’d given up begging for a ruined orgasm ten minutes before. ‘Not today darling’ was all he said before he resumed his perfect stimulation.

She was torn between never wanting it to stop and being unable to cope with more. When he finally did stop she knew what awaited. His perfect cock hard in her mouth as she quickly brought him to the climax she was never allowed. Her pussy dripping as she listened to his soft moans of pleasure and release. His sperm, in her tummy, ‘the first meal of her day’.

And then she’d turn, bend over for a final kiss and touch from him before he slowly slid the plug in her he liked so much. A reminder all day of his power over her, never able to completely ignore it, always reminded what lay in store for her when he got home.

And her clothes picked out, sometimes just the lingerie, sometimes the whole outfit. But no panties, just stockings. No, he liked to keep her bare under the beautiful dresses and skirts he bought her. Another reminder, her cunt, her body, her orgasms, belonged to him.