enigmamre: She shouldn’t have made that silly bet with her boyfriend. But when he spoke to he

enigmamre:

She shouldn’t have made that silly bet with her boyfriend. But when he spoke to her with that playful tone, it didn’t seem like masturbating for thirty minutes each day, three times a day but not letting yourself cum for three months would be that hard. As a single woman she had had longer dry spells. But it’s 45 days in and Chrissy is having trouble.

At home she can’t focus. Steve will cuddle her while watching movies and his smell drives her wild. All she can think about is reaching into his pants and taking out his cock. Just sucking it right then and there. All of that wonderful cum, it could be her cum. In her mouth, in her belly. He’s being so kind but all she can think about is sex.

She’s tried teasing him, wanting to make it as bad for him as it is for her but that just made it worse. She handed him her soaking panties one night, but he just took out his cock and started whispering into his ear. Telling her how good it would feel for him to just fuck her right now. His words weaving the image of him just bending her over the couch. No foreplay, just taking her wet pussy and using it.

When he came into her panties she was almost drooling with the thoughts going on in her head. She wanted to whimper when he came into her panties. And she almost came herself when he put them back on her and made sure they were snug in place. His fingers lingered longer then he needed to. She came so close to conceding the bet right then.

But tonight was a special kind of hell. She thought putting a wager on her Angels would be a sure thing, but they got swept in the double header. And now she had to put in the vibrating egg with remote that Steve found. It connected to her phone via bluetooth and he was torturing her with it. He kept turning it on till she was squirming on his lap.

He’d make her do little things to earn a reprieve. Like making her speak in a higher, more girlish voice. Every time she stopped, he’d turn it right back on, or he’d wait a bit and turn it back on anyway. She agreed to get her hair died blond, something she always resisted. But now it was the worst. He told her if she wanted it turned off for a bit, then she had to give him her ass.

At that point she was willing to let him have anything if it meant relief. Chrissy standing bent over the arm of the couch, her little nightie up around her waist, her little pink panties on her thighs as Steve lubes her up. Normally she didn’t hate anal but she didn’t enjoy it. But right now, the feeling of his fingers probing her ass, working the lube in was driving her wild.

Then he entered her, taking his time as she whimpered with pleasure on his cock. The egg pressing against her g-spot as he took her the way he described the other night. She couldn’t help it, she just started begging for permission to orgasm. Just some relief. The feeling of being so full, having been on edge.

His hand grabbing her hair and making her arch upwards, his voice full of cruelty as he spoke. “I tweaked your podcasts on your phone. Each one was a little subliminal message and you’ve been listening to them for months. The trigger is your orgasm. If you cli…” He doesn’t get to finish the sentence as she screams out in pleasure. She didn’t think he knew about her hypnosis fetish.

Then her thinking got groggy and silly. Orgasms, giggles and pink. She was a happy, dumb little bimbo now. No, she corrected herself, she was his happy, dumb little bimbo now.

Devotional Training: Cum down.