So, I’m going to start posting some more of the fantasies shared on the survey. And if it’s yours, there’s a reward! If I publish your fantasy, you can cum – but only if it gets 20 notes. That’s right, you have to sit there, knowing thousands are readiing and masturbating to your innermost thoughts, just praying that they click ‘like’ enough times to give you the release you crave. The question of course is, would you click it if you knew it meant another girl could cum?
One of my frequent favorites involves my having been trained to be unable to cum without permission – whether by hypnosis or conditioning or whatever – and denied for a long time – a year or more – then being shared.
My Master handing me over to a roomful of men to use and enjoy, knowing I will just get wetter and wetter and more desperate, more willing to do anything they want, humiliating myself by begging for more in the hopes that if they’re rough enough with me, if they fuck me hard enough and treat me like the pathetic slut I am, I might finally be able to cum.
Or, similar but more objectifying and helpless, to be unable to cum, denied for a long time, then set up as an object for use at a party or something: standing but bent over completely, wrists bound to my ankles, enclosed in a locked box that only leaves my ass and cunt available, and left there for people to use. Feeling hands on me, cocks invading me, not knowing who is fucking me and having no way to resist. Silent tears leaking from my eyes in the darkness of my confinement, as the combination of restraint, objectification, and being used by strangers (or at least, I hope they’re strangers…maybe it would be worse if it was people who knew me) brings me closer and closer to the edge, tortuously close, but never receiving any relief even as men deposit the evidence of their relief in my exposed holes, again and again.
When it’s over, hours later, my Master removes me from the box and tells me that everyone was so impressed by how wet my cunt was, and how tightly my inner walls clenched around their cocks as I desperately tried to push myself over the edge, that it’s obvious that I am a much better fuckhole when I’m denied, and so he has no intention of ever allowing me to cum again – and that I should get used to being used like that, because he met a guy at the party tonight and made arrangements to rent me to a local frat house every weekend for their parties.
FallingUnderASpell 