I like a story a lot more when there’s lots of unexplored possibilities and I’m left enjoying thoughts of what happens next or how I might have changed the story if I had written it.
This story is one of those, partially because of so many unanswered questions, and partially because the suit is just fantastic enough that my imagination doesn’t feel the need to be constrained by reality.
I found this on google and this is what @righteousraving went off to do my shibari tonight 😊
(If anyone knows the original artist can you reblog and tag them please so I can give them credit)
I love looking at bondage tutorials and imagining how it would feel on me… I need to buy a proper rope soon, so that we can try this stuff!
Soo, I finally managed to start writing a task for you. It’s the first task I’m writing, so sorry in advance if something might not work out well.
The rules:
You are not allowed to touch anything if I didn’t tell you to. So no matter how badly you want to touch your clit, you can’t until you read the words “touch your clit”.
If you slip over the edge while doing this you have to stop immediately and you are on no touch for the rest of the day. Repeat the task the next day.
You are not allowed to cum during this task, maybe you’ll get a chance next week.
So, all you need for this task is a mirror and your hands. No toys needed. I want you to start dressed. Wear your sexiest underwear and put on a top and some pants. You need to feel comfortable for this, so if you want to and have time for it do your hair and put on some make up. Doesn’t have to be much, just so that you feel pretty.
Okay, let’s start this.
Stand in front of the mirror. Just look at you, try to find the bits you love most. Now concentrate on them while you slowly start to strip. Move like you want to seduce your reflection. Start with your top, run your hands over your body, over your stomach, over your breasts. Imagine someone watches you, and you’re arousing them with what you’re doing. They can’t take their eyes off you. Take your time to explore how your hands feel on your skin, and how running your hands over it makes you feel. After you took of your top, undo your pants, and slowly move your hips while losing them. Don’t stop looking at you, see how sexy you are.
Continue running your hands over your skin, over your breasts, between your legs, don’t stop touching your body. Feel how soft your skin is, how wonderful the touch of your hands feel and how your clit gradually wants more attention. No, you don’t get to touch it, not yet. Take one finger and begin to draw a line at the edge of your panties. How near yet how far away your finger is from the sweet spot between your legs…
Take your bra off now and start to slowly draw circles around your breasts with your fingers. Start really wide, and bit by bit start to make them smaller and smaller until your fingers are nearly touching your nipples. Don’t touch them, just draw circles around the edges of your nipples. Do this until you really can’t wait any longer to finally touch them, then pinch them once. Hard. Back to drawing circles. Do 10 slow circles, then pinch your nipples again, even harder. Now do 5 circles before you pinch them again. Continue with 3 slow circles, then 2 and then one. You can play with your nipples now. Oh, does it feel really good? Mhm I guessed that…
Kneel down and spread your legs, try to copy the pose from the girl in the picture. Now move both hands down to your legs, and start stroking your thighs, up and down, very slowly. Feel how it makes your clit tingle even more, how desperate it is now. And you didn’t even touch it yet…. Just imagine how good it would feel to touch it while you stroke your thighs. How those fingers would feel on it, pressing on it, drawing circles or just rubbing it hard. But maybe I just won’t let you, maybe this task will end as soon as you removed your panties and you just have to watch as the wetness runs down your legs, wishing you could touch.
Aww, you really want to touch it? You’re so cute! Okay, take one finger and start to lightly touch your pussy through your panties. Draw the line of your slit with your finger, up and down, up and down. No, don’t press it on, I know you want to, but you’re not allowed to yet. Now back to stroking your thighs, get near the edge of your panties, and away again. Repeat this a few times, then start to pull your panties down, until you can see your pussy in the mirror. Look at it and know that thousands of men would give everything to see you like this. To see you kneeling there, naked but of those panties around your thighs, desperate to finally touch your clit. Now look into your eyes and start to rub your clit. Slowly, slowly, don’t overdo it. You can have 10 cirlces on it, you decide how fast and hard. Now move your hands to your nipples and pinch them, rub them, twist them to the point of hurting. Feel how every touch makes you want to touch your clit even more. Slide one hand down to your pussy and slip one finger inside your pussy. No, you are not allowed to touch your clit now. Don’t move your finger, just feel how warm and wet it is. Leave it there for 10 more seconds, then slip it out and lick it clean.
Lose your panties completely and get a timer of some kind, either use your phone or a stop watch or an internet timer. Set it to 2 minutes. I will soon allow you to touch as much as you want during those 2 minutes. If you manage to get to the edge in those 2 minutes, lucky you. If not you’ll be punished.
Start the timer now.
Good girl, really work this cunt. Harder, little fucktoy. You only have 2 minutes. You won’t get another chance to edge today. If you reach the edge before the timer is over don’t stop rubbing. Try to ride the edge, I didn’t allow you to stop before the timer is done.
Timer’s done? If you reached the edge, well done! Set the timer to 15 minutes, you can edge as much as you want during those 15 minutes. No cumming for you. Complete 5 edges each day from now on until the next task is posted.
If you didn’t reach the edge, here’s your punishment: Smack your pussy 20 times hard. Make it hurt. You are on no touch for the rest of the day. Complete 5 edges tomorrow and repeat the task the day after tomorrow. You will repeat this until you manage to get to the edge in those 2 minutes, or until the next task is posted. You can send me a message, asking for a personal punishment too, but it will probably be worse than only 20 pussy smacks.
So, I hoped you liked the first task! Feedback is always welcome, let me know how the task made you feel, and if it worked for you.
Diva
Diva’s been adding some lovely tasks, random and also weekly, to her blog, so I’m going to start reposting them here for you guys to enjoy too!
It’s as you wait in line next to that cute guy you know, and he tries to talk to you as you’re forced to edge.
Or when the waitress brings your coffee and you spill it as you’re given a ruined orgasm.
Or when your mum phones you and asks if you’re okay because you keep crying out.
Or those hot girls you hate, but sometimes fantasise those very bad things about, and they see something’s up, and keep asking you questions, and notice the mess running down your legs, and you cum, right there in front of them. Twice.
And then you realise one of them was filming it all.
She stood at the entrance to his apartment, clearly uncomfortable. And that wasn’t surprising, she’d followed the instructions to the letter. Stood there in a tiny tight crop top and a skirt that barely covered her, she wobbled on the five inch heels he’d specified. This was not an outfit she was used to wearing.
And so it was even worse when he’d first opened the door, looked her up and down, gave the tiniest nod of approval.
‘Don’t move’ was all he said, and promptly shut the door again.
That had been half an hour ago. And she’d stood, as instructed, burning with shame as other occupants of the swish apartment block passed her in the corridor, whispering things she tried not to hear.
And now he was back, finally acknowledging her presence.
‘So you want to be one of my denial sluts do you?’ he asked without even looking up.
‘Yes, oh god yes, I do, more than anything,’ she pleaded.
‘You’ve been edging? When did you last cum?’
‘Two months ago, Sir’ she offered hesitantly. ‘I do the five edges every day as instructed, I can even hold it for a few minutes!’ she began to feel a little bit more confident.
‘Very good. Show me.’
She made a move to step into the apartment but he blocked her. ‘No, here. Show me, right here.’
She had pretty much already given up on keeping any dignity, so she lifted the little skirt to show her shaved mound, and closing her eyes in some kind of vain attempt to pretend she wasn’t standing in a corridor, she began to touch herself.
She was shocked at how wet she found she was. She was amazed at how fast she got to that edge, and as she reached that aching precipice she looked up, into his eyes for the first time.
‘I’m there, Sir’ she gasped.
‘Good girl, come in,’ and he stepped aside, his hand gently on the small of her back, even that touch sending her heart racing faster than it already had been.
The door closed with a solid click as she found herself in a very neat, spacious, modern apartment. She followed him instinctively into the large sitting room and stayed where he indicated while he walked over the the huge fridge in the open plan kitchen.
He returned with a glass of iced water, giving it to her. ‘Drink up,’ he instructed her. ‘I’ve been looking forward to your arrival, Rebecca. I have to say, you’re even more beautiful in the flesh than all the photos you sent me.’
The cool water did nothing to quell the blushing that arose on her cheeks.
‘Thank you Sir, I’m very happy to be here at last’
‘You did well at the door,’ he assured her. ‘But I have another task I require before your accepted onto the program. Take off everything but your shoes’
Nervously she lifted the crop top above her head, and let her skirt drop, stepping out of it as elegantly as she could. She’d been practising.
She put her hands behind her back, holding her elbows, knowing that was the position she was to adopt when stripped, and his smile of appreciation sent a tingle from her neck right to between her legs.
‘Very good. I’m going to touch you now, is that okay?’ he asked, stepping close.
She stuttered her consent and then sharply took a breath as his warm hand cupped her in a way no one ever had. He lingered there and then let his finger tips trace their way around her body as he slowly circled, taking in every part of her, fingers gently exploring in ways that made her want to moan out loud.
He broke off and went to fetch what appeared to be a stool and placed it in the centre of the room.
‘This was a gift from a good friend of mine, a fiery little redhead who was one of the first to know my ministrations,’ he explained. ‘She thought it was funny, until I made her use it. Now it’s become something of a tradition for the new girls. We call it, ‘The Juicer’’.
He placed it down in front of her and she looked in astonishment at the unusual feature. A literal lemon juicer shape built into the chair with a track to collect the results.
He pulled a shot glass out of his pocked and placed it on the floor, carefully lining it up.
‘Sit,’ he instructed her. ‘You have as long as you want. You’re to fill the shot glass with your pussy juices. I should warn you though,’ he looked at his watch, ‘the other girls will be done with their denial buddy sessions in half an hour. I’m sure they’ll want to help if you haven’t filled it by then.’
She cautiously climbed onto the stool and found the cone was surprisingly effective at stimulating her mound. She was so aroused that grinding herself against it seemed to come naturally.
He made a little noise of approval and walked to the open plan kitchen, seemingly ignoring her as he began to chop some vegetables he took from the enormous refrigerator.
As she worked herself against the juicer she felt the flow begin, tickling her cheeks as it gently began to fill the trough. It was so frustrating, she wanted more. ‘May I touch?’ she begged him.
‘No, you may not,’ he replied, not even looking up.
True to his word, half an hour later four girls, entered, flush, happy, chatting, a couple holding hands. All completely naked. It was so strange to see these girls in the flesh, Rebecca almost felt like she knew them already from reading their journals. And now they’d see her, like this.
‘Oh she’s here!’ one of them cried in a German accent, and they all rushed over, introducing themselves, whispering little things to each other she couldn’t quite hear. They crowded around her and another of the girls whispered in her ear conspiratorialy, ‘You should ask him if we can help or you’ll be here all night.’
She asked, he laughed and rebuked them for cheating, and gave his approval. Before she knew it, four pairs of hands were all over her, touching her in ways she’d only dreamed of. But it was the mouths, oh the mouths, that brought her the greatest pleasure.
It wasn’t long until another of them chimed in, ‘She’s filled it Sir!’.
In response he made his way over, picking it up, and smiling with his approval at the large shot glass, filled with her arousal. He gave it to her to hold.
‘Nnnnow what?’ she stuttered, holding it in her hand.
‘You tell me,’ he replied with a dark smile.
She paused, looked at him, then the others, biting her lip, and then hesitantly at first, lifted the glass to her mouth, and downed it in one.
The other girls cheered and clapped. ‘She’s a keeper,’ one of them declared among the cheerful laughter.
He leaned in, kissed her on the cheek and then whispered in her ear, ‘Welcome to your training’.
With thanks to Lusty Longing for inspiring the story with the picture!
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