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Tell us about yourself: I am 27 and I am happily married. Living with my husband in a tiny apartment
Hello James, I am here for an update. It has been a month since my last confession. Since then a few things have changed but a few things have not. I somehow stuck to my promise of not having another orgasm. Although it wasn’t without help.
My amazing loving husband started to learn the signs of when I am close to my orgasm. He started to slow down or even stopped. Recently I have gotten very sensitive down there. So much so that we found it difficult to have sex without me going over the edge. It both feels amazing and frustrating to us. Telling him to pull out because I am about to cum feels like I failed as a woman and as a wife. But my incredible husband instead told me that this is just another hurdle that we as a couple have to learn to overcome. He is amazing isn’t he?
Anyways, eventually we did learn.
Thank you
Jessica

He does indeed sound amazing, as do you! What a wonderful update to your confession, thank you.

I think, like everyone reading this, you probably know what the solution to this problem is, Jessica. If your pussy is simply too sensitive for him to fuck, then it’s time to become an anal only wife.

Not that this is how you present it to him. You need to make sure it’s something you want, and spend some time practicing with a safe dildo or plug, preparing yourself and learning to enjoy or at least tolerate play back there. And then, you either need to offer it to him as a surprise, perhaps a birthday or anniversary, or date night gift. Or, when you next plan to have sex, make sure you’re prepared, cleaned, lubricated, ready to suggest ‘would you like to fuck me in the ass instead, darling? Then you don’t have to worry about me cumming and won’t have to hold back.’

No matter how much preparation you’ve done, it’ll probably still be something of a shock if it’s new to you. Here’s where you need to do a little acting for the first few times, perhaps. Telling him it feels better than you imagined, that you like it, that it only reinforces your denial and makes it even more powerful. These things are usually true, but just take a little time to appreciate.

You might hate it, in which case, of course, don’t continue. But many find their initial ‘act’ soon becomes reality. That your ass becomes his hole of preference. That your pussy is saved for the most special of occasions.

It sounds to me, just the kind of gift that such an amazing husband deserves. You just wait and see the look on his face when you offer it to him. It’ll be worth all the frustration and desperation it’s going to cause you, I promise.

James

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Wed, 13 Apr 2022 15:12:31

Eugene Reunier, Untitled, in Autour de l'Amour (published in Paris, 1925)

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Sat, 01 Oct 2016 10:10:44

Eugene Reunier, Untitled, in Autour de l'Amour (published in Paris, 1925)

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Sat, 01 Oct 2016 10:10:34

I gave up on the blog for a while, but I’m going to start posting again. I hope everyones excited

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Wed, 04 Jul 2018 17:04:28

Cali vs. The Bed Arch #bondage #rope #masturbation #ballgag Watch over 13 minutes of HD video and 66 images at http://bondagejunkies.comandhttp://c4s.com/studio/47664

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Tue, 06 May 2014 13:00:33

Sally opened the box as soon as she received it. She had not been expecting a delivery and so she was quietly curious as to what it was. It arrived whilst her husband was at work, but it was clearly addressed to her. Once she got it open though, things became much clearer.

Inside there were two things, buried amid a pile of packaging peanuts. A box and a note. She read the note first.

‘Sally, I can’t stop thinking about our little dalliance of late. I shall be seeing you again, but first I bought a small present for you to try in the meantime. It is small and discrete so you should be able to keep it from your husband, or simply lie about where you got it. Be with you again soon – A’

Inside the box was a small black ring. So small in fact that she could barely even fit it on her pinky finger. As she examined it up close she noticed it had a tiny display on one side. What exactly was this thing? Sally turned the note over and saw an extra line on the back.

‘P.S. it goes on your clit!’

Sally blushed. So it was some kind of sex toy? A vibrator perhaps? She sighed. She had only spent one night with Anastasia. It was a crazy night and she didn’t really know what she was doing. She still wasn’t sure whether she was bi, but she remembered enjoying herself far more than expected. Could it be the excitement of cheating that made it so fun? But it was a mistake. She never intended to contact Anastasia again. And yet here she was receiving such a lewd gift from her…she couldn’t actually be thinking of using it? Could she?

Curiosity is a powerful thing, and it wasn’t long before Sally succumbed to its inescapable pull. She went to her bedroom, pulled her pants and underwear out of the way and slowly slid the ring over her clit.

Click

It tightened around her clit until it was affixed snugly in place. Once it had, the display flashed to life and she saw the number ‘0’ on it. Huh, was that the intensity level or something? It certainly wasn’t vibrating yet. She tried to fiddle with it for a few moments but she couldn’t seem to make it do anything. Frustrated, she tried to tug it off, but to her dismay it clung to her sensitive nub firmly.

“What the hell?”

Sally was disappointed. She had been so excited by the idea of trying out this vibrator. Somehow it had sparked those same naughty feelings she had when she was cheating with Anastasia. ‘Well…I came up here to have some fun and I’m not gonna leave unsatisfied.’ she figured, and began to slowly rub her pussy whilst reclining on her bed. She pictured that night with Anastasia. The hungry look in her eyes as she slipped her hand down her pants. She tried to use the same motions as her lover had back then. It was a completely different technique to how she would touch herself alone, and yet it still felt exquisite. She couldn’t quite do it the same, but it didn’t matter. The fantasy running through her mind was enough to get her slick and aching in no time. Before she knew it she was on the edge.

She pictured Anastasia sliding down her body, flicking her tongue like a viper as she eyed up her prey. She pictured that tongue sliding over her pussy so eagerly. God, she could almost feel it! Her pleasure built and built until she could almost scream…and then, without warning, it faded away in the most frustrating way.

Sally was left panting there, her pussy now wet and aching but with her orgasm nowhere to be seen. She bit her lip and glanced down to her crotch, only to see the display on the clit ring had for some reason changed. It now read ‘1’. She stared at it for a moment in puzzlement. 1 what? Had it done something? If so it hadn’t been very effective because that orgasm had just slipped through her fingers. That didn’t usually happen. It was very annoying, to practically explode with pleasure but then feel that beautiful bliss bomb sadly defused just as the countdown should have ticked down.

Wait…it couldn’t be…Had this ring…no. It was impossible. She was still horny and needy. Her orgasm would come with just a little extra work. She laid back once more and returned to her steamy scene. Anastasia’s tongue was lapping away at her pussy so perfectly. All the while her gaze was fixed up at her, those dazzling eyes, mixed with the sensation of that tongue, running along her folds, flicking and sucking at her clit…oh god. She could feel it again. It hadn’t taken as long this time, since she started from a point of high arousal. Now her hips were gyrating and she was moaning louder and louder.

Then…nothing. Nada. No burst of pleasure. No waves of joy crashing over her body. It just faded. The heat didn’t go away, just dulled slightly. It was still gnawing at her. Begging her to keep touching. And yet, she was starting to realize that even if she did, even if she kept grinding her fingers into her sloppy slit with wanton desire, it would not change a thing.

With horror, she saw the display on the ring. 2. It was true. This thing…this damn device had just stolen her orgasms! This wasn’t fair. What kind of mean prank was Anastasia playing on her? She gave removing the ring another go, harder this time, but she only bit her lip and squealed as her tender clit throbbed in pain. Clearly brute force was not an option. She would have to consult Anastasia on how to remove it. But not right now. She had spent enough time masturbating, she needed to get on with her daily routine and household chores.

The rest of the day was torturous. Having not managed to cum despite her earlier attempts, her pussy was sensitive and achy all day. Often she became distracted and contemplated rubbing herself once again. Mostly she was able to stay her hand, but a few times her resistance failed and she let her fingers slip between her needy folds. Perhaps this time it would work. Perhaps this time she could cum?

Of course, each time only served to make her wetter and weaker. The display read 5 when she finally went to sleep that night. She felt slightly hazy, as the arousal continuously clouded her mind, but her husband didn’t seem to notice anything amiss.

The next day, after her husband had left for work again and she had made a sixth failed attempt to experience the illusive bliss of an orgasm, Sally finally called Anastasia.

“Sally, my sweet little thing. Are you enjoying your new present?” she said upon answering, as if she had been anticipating this very moment.

“Quite the opposite. I’m not happy at all, and I want you to tell me how to remove it.” she huffed.

“Oh, I’ll do you one better. I will come over and remove it for you. Is now a good time?”

It seemed a little too easy, but Sally figured that Anastasia had had her fun and was possibly feeling a bit bad about it. Not that it showed in her tone. She always sounded playful and…hungry.

“Uh…yes…that will work.”

“Ok hun, see you soon!”

Sally couldn’t sit down as she waited. Her clit was throbbing, she had been rubbing on and off since yesterday and never really recovered from that first missed orgasm. It was like the heat wouldn’t dissipate until she could achieve it. An ember burned in her crotch constantly, an ever present reminder, numbing her focus and daring her to touch. To rub. To scramble pathetically for satisfaction even though she knew it was pointless. Worse than that, counterproductive. Every failed orgasm making her situation worse.

Finally, the doorbell rang and Sally let Anastasia in.

“So, uh…how do I remove it?” she asked, nervous.

Anastasia smiled and shook her head. “You don’t, only I can. Its registered to me with a DNA lock, so only I can remove it.”

“What the fuck? Why?” Sally blurted out in anger.

“Well, it would spoil the fun if you could just take it off yourself. Ok, I will remove it for you now.”

With that, Anastasia leaned in close, close enough that Sally could smell her perfume. It was the same as that night they slept together. Just inhaling made her already soaking cunt throb. Ten Anastasia’s hand slipped beneath Sally’s waistband and she whimpered.

“What are you…”

“Hush, this is the only way to remove it.” she reassured Sally as her slender fingers cupped her crotch.

“My, you are quite wet honey. How many orgasms did you lose huh?”

Sally turned away, face beet red.

“You don’t have to tell me, I will see for myself soon enough.” With that, Anastasia gave Sally’s sopping slit a final caress before her fingers wrapped around the ring and it slid off her clit so easily. It was infuriating, how it came off like the moment Anastasia started pulling, she made it seem so simple. And yet Sally had been entrapped in this thing for nearly 24 hours. Desperate and drowning in arousal.

Anastasia held the damp ring up and read it. “6 huh, and you were already so eager to get it off. I must say I’m a little disappointed, I thought it would be more.”

“Shut up, you’ve had your fun. Now leave so I can finally have mine!”

But Anastasia wasn’t done. “Oh Sally, you have only seen half of what this ring can do. Watch…”

With that, Anastasia took the ring and reached down to her own crotch. She flipped up her skirt, pulled aside her already damp cotton panties and made a clear display of affixing the ring to her own clit right in front of Sally.

“Come on, I know we had sex but I really don’t need to see your…vagina…” Sally could barely say it, and she didn’t want to watch it either. She was still confused about her sexuality, and while being eaten out by a girl had been incredibly hot, she was wary of trying anything so sapphic herself. She still thought it was a bit gross…another woman’s intimate area.

Once it was affixed, Anastasia let her skirt fall back into place and gave a wry smile. “Don’t be such a prude, now comes the fun part!”

Anastasia’s finger pressed into her crotch through her skirt, hitting precisely where her clit, and the ring, were. In a moment Sally watched in shock as the woman’s expression shifted dramatically from a cool and calm expression to the wide eyes and slack jaw of someone who was in the throes of pleasure. She saw Anastasia’s hips writhe and heard explicit moans as she watched the woman cum right there, without any effort whatsoever. But it didn’t stop. Not there. It continued for longer than any orgasm should. For minutes and minutes. Anastasia flopped onto the couch, groaning and eyes rolling back in her skull as she was clearly swimming in sensations. Drowning in orgasmic bliss.

When it was finally over, Anastasia gave a deep and dreamy sigh and her lazy eyes gazed up at Sally as her lips curled once more into a triumphant smile.

“What the fuck was that?” Sally asked, unsure how to respond to such a lewd display.

“Well, you didn’t think I would let those orgasms go to waste did you? After you put in so much work rubbing your needy slit for me?” she cooed.

“You mean…you just had my orgasms? How the hell does that work?”

“Mmmm…I don’t want to get too technical, but lets just say that this ring can store pleasure and then release it later.”

“You bitch…I have been so frustrated…I…I can’t believe…”

“Shhh, I will make it up to you. I will make you cum. Just like last time. You want that don’t you? To feel my tongue on that tasty pussy of yours…Feel me eat your insides out?” her tongue traced her lips and danced around seductively.

Sally was split. She wanted to kick Anastasia out right now after that stunt. And yet, her crotch was soaking and the only thing she could think about was that tongue. That expert tongue. Lapping away at her. How good it felt…how good it would feel…

Without a word, Sally had already removed her pants and underwear. She crawled onto the couch besides Anastasia and raised her ass, presenting her drooling pussy for the still dreamy looking woman. Anastasia wasted no time in grabbing Sally’s hips firmly and pressing her face directly into her rear as she began to suck and slurp at the pretty pink hole.

Fantasy could never compare to reality. All Sally’s memories of how good it had felt to be eaten out were merely pale imitations. Now that she was here, feeling it in real time, the pleasure was beyond what she could imagine yesterday on the bed. She squirmed and moaned in no time, her pussy already aching so much. As she felt that tongue work its way through her every sensitive spot, her pleasure built and built and she knew she was about to cum once more.

Click

“What was that?” she asked as she felt a pinch around her clit.

But it was too late. Anastasia continued her assault, but just as Sally was ready to reach that plateau, it faded once more. In that familiar and despicable way that it had each time with the ring on. Urgently, Sally pulled away and looked to her crotch. There it was. Glaring back at her. Taunting her. The black ring clung around her clit and the display proudly presented its current count. 1.

“No! No get it off! I was…I just…No!” Sally begged deliriously. Another missed orgasm causing her to sink deeper into that state of horny desperation.

“Sally, I will take it off again. But not now. If you want it to come off, you have to do a few things for me…”

“No…no just take it off! Come on it has to come off…” she tried tugging at it once more, remembering how easily it had slipped off when Anastasia had tried earlier. “Ouch!” she cried as the pain hit her.

“It won’t come off like that. Only I can remove it, and if you want that to happen you need to listen and do exactly what I say.”

Sally was finally able to calm down and she slumped into the couch as she stared up at Anastasia like a deer in the headlights.

“What do I need to do?”

“I just have a couple of requirements. I will give you a week to get them done, if you manage it I will remove the ring for you.”

Sally sobbed. “A whole week…I can’t…”

“Oh but you will, if you ever want this ring to come off that is.”

Sally lowered her head and stared downwards in defeat. “Ok.” she mumbled.

“I hope your attitude will improve after a week. So, firstly I want you to get that counter on the ring to 100 orgasms.”

“100!” Sally gasped in shock. “You can’t be serious!”

“Oh, I am serious. And there’s more. Not only will you give me 100 of your orgasms, but whilst you are rubbing yourself I want you to Listen to these audio files.” Anastasia produced a USB stick from her pocket and handed it over.

“Audio files…What like music or something?” Sally studied the stick curiously.

“More like…instructions. To prove that you have listened to them, I want you to record yourself repeating what they say whilst you do. And don’t think you can cheat, the ring will be tracking every time you are masturbating so I will know how much audio to expect. Send your recordings the night before so I have time to check that they are legitimate.”

Sally’s head was spinning. This listening and repeating some audio nonsense just seemed weird, but 100 orgasms? 100 devastating, unsatisfying lost orgasms. Could she really do that? She felt so wet and achy after just 6…

“Well, you have what you need. I will be going now.”

With that, Anastasia took her leave. Sally was left there, in disbelief. Was she really going to cum 50 times without any reward? Just the promise of eventually being released from this torment? Could she even trust Anastasia? Well, even if not, she was the only person who could remove this infernal device which had siphoned away her orgasms. She had little choice but to play her twisted game. Or risk never cumming again. How much could 1 week hurt?

It was later that day, when she decided to get started that she began to find out just what she was in for. She connected her headphones to her computer and plugged in the USB so that she could listen to the files. Then she set up her phone to record. If she was going to do this, she had to follow Anastasia’s peculiar rules. There was no way she was going to be denied her freedom because she couldn’t listen to a few audio files.

But as she reached into her panties and slowly started stroking and heard the audio start, Sally began to question everything. They started with an odd, echoey noise. Something between a tune and some kind of interference. Whatever it was, it seemed to reverberate around inside her head. Next, she heard Anastasia’s voice, in a hushed and sultry tone it spoke.

“Okay Sally, I take it you have your fingers on your pussy right now? Good. While you rub yourself for me, you are going to repeat everything I say. Make sure you are recording for me, I want to hear every moment of your conditioning.”

It gave Sally the creeps. Not only did Anastasia want to siphon 50 of her orgasms from her, but she also wanted countless hours of weird fap material where Sally would say whatever she wanted. This was so disgusting and abusive. Yet Sally had no choice.

“I can’t cum.” the recording said.

“I…can’t cum…” Sally repeated, her fingers slowly working her soft flesh.

“I don’t want to cum.”

Sally frowned as she repeated. “I don’t want to cum.” It wasn’t true, she had just started and already all she could think about was how much she wanted to cum. Her pussy was already throbbing. She needed it.

“I don’t deserve to cum.”

“I…I…” Sally sighed and forced herself to say it. “I don’t deserve…to cum.” it was a humiliating thing to say. And now she had just recorded it. Though, she would be saying many more humiliating things over the course of this week, she feared.

“My pussy belongs to Anastasia.”

Fuck. Each phrase was going to be more audacious than the last wasn’t it? She hesitated for a moment but her trembling lips finally parroted the degrading phrase. “My pussy belongs to Anastasia.”

“My orgasms belong to Anastasia.”

She whimpered. Her fingers constantly pumping in and out of her pussy were growing faster. She could hear the sloppy sounds of her wetness, they would surely be caught on the recording. She blushed, she needed to keep repeating the phrases. No matter how bad they were. She would get through this.

“My orgasms belong to Anastasia.” she droned, between ragged breaths.

At this point her pussy was ready to boil over. She knew an orgasm was close, and her fingers dug in. Here it came. Here it came. There it went. Gone, without any release. Just like every other time. And now she was just wetter and needier. Weaker and more pathetic.

“Anastasia is my Mistress.”

That word. Of course. This whole thing was some domination play. Anastasia was one of those types. She enjoyed controlling and demeaning her partners. Being called ‘Mistress’ by a subservient little slave girl. Sally didn’t want to play along, but she knew all she could do was continue to obey and repeat as she fruitlessly fingered her aching cunt.

“Anastasia is my Mistress.” Sally said meekly.

“My pussy belongs to my Mistress.”

Of course. Now she would have to go through those last phrases with Anastasia replaced with Mistress. Just to double down on the humiliation. “My pussy belongs to my Mistress.”

“My orgasms belong to my Mistress.”

“My orgasms belong to my Mistress.” she repeated.

On it went. For hours. Every phrase as disgusting, debasing and embarrassing as the last. “I am a slave. I love to edge my achy cunt. I can never cum. My greedy cunt controls me. My Mistress controls my cunt. Anastasia is so beautiful. Mistress is so beautiful. Anastasia is so sexy. Mistress is so sexy. My cunt drools over Mistress. I must obey my Mistress. I must edge for my Mistress. I must never cum. I am too weak to cum. I am too eager to cum. I am too dumb to cum. I am too pathetic to cum. I am my Mistress’ pet. I am my Mistress’ toy. I rub my pussy for my Mistress. I obey. I cannot resist. I have no free will. I don’t even remember what cumming feels like.”

The phrases swirled and mingled inside Sally’s arousal soaked mind as she continued to repeat them. Even as countless orgasms approached and then slipped through her fingers. As the count went up on the ring. It was only when she heard her husband get home that she was snapped out of her trance-like state. She shook herself off and scolded herself for getting so lost in that state. She must have been like that for hours. She looked down and saw the number 11 on the ring and bit her lip. 9 orgasms. Part of her was surprised. She had never orgasmed 9 times in one day before. Of course, she hadn’t actually had a single one. And she knew she still had 91 more to go. This was going to be one hell of a week!

So it continued like that. As soon as her husband left for work she was masturbating with the audio files playing in her ears. She reached the end of the files and started to loop through the same phrases over and over. It became easier and easier as she did. That echoey tone seemed calming. Her mind was numb and slick with arousal. Her pussy was aching like never before. Every moment was torture. And yet she pressed on. Groaning and pleading to no-one as if it would change the fact that she simply could not cum. Watching that number tick up with every lost moment of bliss. All the while listening. Repeating.

She was terrified to notice that even when she went to bed, she could hear those phrases swirling inside her head. All those hazy hours were clearly affecting her. Anastasia and Mistress had already become synonymous in her head after two nights. By her third night she was muttering the phrases in her sleep. Dreaming that she was still rubbing. Still trying and failing to cum. Even in her dreams she couldn’t cum. Even in her dreams she was a slave to her mistress.

She had sex with her husband on the fourth night. He was pleasantly surprised to find her already soaking wet, and he asked about the ring.

“Oh its just something my Mist…uh…something I bought to make myself more sensitive. I was eager to try it out, that’s why I’m so excited down there…” she lied.

Her husband wasn’t going to question it and went ahead and pumped his cum into her pussy in a sweaty and sloppy session which only served to drive Sally even crazier.

“Was that good for you? You seemed to be enjoying it more than usual…” he noted.

“Yeah…yeah…” she groaned. Still unable to cum, even around her husband’s cock.

When the 6^th day came she was up to 94 orgasms. She was actually close to doing it. And yet, she felt like her mind was no longer her own. Her thoughts were subdued and scrambled. Her normal life was crumbling and fading. All she could focus on was her Mistress’ insidious mantras and her own aching pussy. She needed to edge. She couldn’t cum. She could never cum. If she quit now, that would definitely be true.

That session was the most maddening. After almost a week of this torment, her mind was too susceptible. Her body was trained. She knew how to get herself to the edge quickly and how long it took before the next missed orgasm. She edged and enshrined her programming like a good girl for Mistress. Over and over.

When her husband finally came home, the count was 110. She had gone a whole ten orgasms over, that was how brainless and pathetic she was. How disheveled and dazed and weak she had become. She breathed a sigh of relief, though it was a hollow one. Her task was complete, and she went to work sending the final recording to Mistress to prove she had followed the rules. Yet she would not get the ring removed until tomorrow.

After another night of wet and explicit dreams about edging and degrading herself for her Mistress, the day finally came. When Anastasia walked through the door once more, Sally was dancing with her thighs clenched as if she needed to pee.

“Please. Please take it off!” she begged urgently.

“Please what?”

“Please…Mistress!”

Anastasia smiled and reached once more into Sally’s panties. With one fluid motion she pulled the ring off once more and looked at it. “111 huh? It was 110 when I checked my data last night” she commented.

“Yes Mistress, I couldn’t help myself.” Sally responded meekly.

Without hesitation, Sally reached down to her crotch and began to stroke her pussy and gyrate her hips like a mindless slut.

“What are you doing Sally?” Mistress asked.

“Um…I’m going to cum, Mistress.” she said, confused.

“Did I give you permission to cum?” Mistress asked, sternly.

“No…Mistress.”

“Who owns your orgasms?”

“You do Mistress.”

“Good. What are you?”

“Your slave, Mistress. Your pet. Your toy.”

“And do you deserve to cum, slave?”

“No…mistress. I don’t deserve to cum. I can never cum.” Sally knew that everything she had said was true. These thoughts were so embedded now in her brain that she believed every word of every degrading phrase.

“Good. So get on your knees and eat me out.” Anastasia orders, sitting on the couch and spreading her legs to reveal that she was not wearing any panties underneath her skirt this time. Her pussy was undeniably glistening and she was clearly horny.

“I…I’ve never…Mistress…I…”

“You will obey me.” Mistress said plainly.

“I will obey you.”

With that, Sally’s will crumbled and she sank to her knees. She leaned in close, smelling Mistress’ lovey perfume mixed with the new but obvious scent of her arousal. Of her dribbling pussy waiting for Sally’s service. She leaned forward, head now dizzier than ever. A concoction of heat and conditioning overtook her mind and turned her into an eager and hungry little cunt licking slave in no time. As she buried her face in Mistress’ pink slit and sucked the salty and slick flesh with utter devotion, Mistress reached down and stroked her head. After a while she saw Mistress slip the ring around her clit and turn it on.

Her juices flowed and her hips bucked like crazy as Mistress held Sally’s head in place. She humped Sally’s face, slathering her in her fluids and turning her into a sloppy and sopping mess. Over and over. It seemed to last for nearly an hour. An hour of pure bliss for Mistress as she experience over 100 orgasms. Meanwhile, Sally was gagging on her pussy as she herself ached and ebbed with a burning need which she knew she could not satisfy. It didn’t matter that the ring was not on her. She couldn’t cum. She could never cum. She didn’t want to cum.

When the dazed and dripping Sally was finally released, Mistress was twitching and groaning on the couch. It was clearly soaked. How on earth would Sally explain that? A spill? It didn’t really matter. She had just had her face fucked for an hour as she felt and even tasted her Mistress enjoy all of those orgasms which she had laboured over for a week. She was trembling and muttering about what a pathetic slave she was and how she could never cum when Mistress finally regained the strength to sit up and look at her slave.

“Whew. I won’t be walking home after that. Guess you will have to drive me. But before you do, one last thing.” Mistress removed the ring once more, handing it to Sally. “Put that back on. We will do this again next week.”

Sally took the ring and glanced at the number 0 on the display. She couldn’t resist her Mistress’ will. She slipped the ring back on her still aching cunt and looked up at her Mistress.

“Yes Mistress. I don’t want to cum.” she said as the ring clicked into place, guaranteeing that she would not cum. Not for another week. Or the next one after that. Or ever again.

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Sun, 13 Jun 2021 18:08:58

Vivienne vs Voodoo

“Lets see, I got eggs and bread, next is the milk…” Vivienne mumbled softly as she glided smoothly through the aisle with her trolley leading the way.

A man also standing in the aisle watched, slack jawed as she strolled by. Vivienne wasn’t off-put by it though. She was used to turning heads. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight top, not for the benefit of the men who would undoubtedly ogle her, but because it made her feel confident. Also it was summer and she wanted to work on her tan whilst she was out and about by exposing as much of her skin as possible. She smiled quietly every time someone’s eyes lingered a little too long on her, though she wasn’t some kind of slut. She had no interest in hooking up with some stranger, especially not one she met in the supermarket.

Of course, this particular shop would be quite the surprise for Vivienne. It started as she reached for a pint of milk. A sudden tingling across her left breast, as if it had just been stroked by an invisible hand. She froze for a second and shivered, before shrugging off the odd sensation and placing the small bottle of milk into her trolley. Yet she was stunned once more when she felt that same phantom touch caressing her right breast. It grazed her nipple in just the right way to make a distinct throng of pleasure shoot through her chest as she quickly shut her mouth to stifle a low moan.

‘What’s happening to me?’ she asked herself as the caressing continued, now targeting both breasts at once. She could feel her nipples stiffening and her cheeks growing flush as the torment went on, with no obvious cause or logic to it. She could swear something was prodding and kneading her soft flesh, and yet as she turned around and glanced anxiously around the aisle, she saw only the man she had passed earlier. He was standing at the other end and seemed utterly engrossed in perusing the shelves, wholly unaware of Vivienne’s inexplicable situation unfolding itself at the other end. Unsure what to do, Vivienne pushed her trolley around the corner and tried to focus on the task at hand.

“What’s next? Nnng…uh…cereal…” she struggled to focus on her shopping list as the supernatural assault on her tender tits didn’t let up.

She wandered along a long stretch of boxes of sugary breakfast cereal as her breasts seemed to sway and move on their own. She couldn’t be imagining this…and yet there was clearly no one here but her. She did her best to remain calm as she stared at the selection of cereal, utterly unable to concentrate on choosing. After several moments of soft moaning, she noticed another shopper walking closer and decided she didn’t want to risk standing near anyone else right now. In a rush, she grabbed the nearest box and quickly dashed past the other shopper, who gave her a quick glance but ultimately returned to their own shopping.

Once Vivienne was in a more secluded section, she finally breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn’t been caught. Not that she knew what was happening exactly, but the last thing she needed was someone hearing her trembling breathing as it turned into soft moans. Her breath was hot and she was slumped into her trolley now, her own hand wandered to her breasts. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to try to stop it or to join in, fondling her own tits right here in public. The redness in her cheeks was intense now and her whole body felt flush. Her tits were more sensitive than ever and despite the fear and the embarrassment, her arousal was only growing.

Soon she heard footsteps approaching and she realized that she couldn’t just stop here. But as she turned to move the other way she saw someone else coming from the other direction. She was trapped here, how was she supposed to escape?

Of course she couldn’t. But what happened as the two shoppers converged on her location was totally unexpected. The groping sensation in her breasts faded and the blushing Vivienne caught her breath for a moment. Was it over? Had she just been overtaken by some kind of sensory hallucination? If she straightened herself out and acted natural these people might not notice she was so desperately flustered.

Then she felt it. Not on her breasts this time, but along her crotch. A slow and deliberate stroke across her already damp slit, timed almost precisely as the other shoppers were passing her by. Instantly Vivienne slapped her hand to her mouth to muffle the groaning sound which she couldn’t gelp but make. This was nuts! And yet here she was, feeling her pussy being rubbed and teased right here in public and there was nothing she could do. She couldn’t even understand.

She stumbled away, glancing desperately in every direction as she did what she could to steer away from people. Her movements were slow and clumsy as she was trying to walk normally despite having her crotch stroked invisibly. The pleasure was strong, and she couldn’t even stand up straight as she used her trolley to support herself. Her breasts were still tender and aching and as she found her way to a new and secluded corner of the store, her hands were once again on her chest. She pulled her top up and unclasped her bra, then let it flop into the basket as she exposed her chest here. Soon she was pinching and tugging her nipples whilst her crotch humped the air. She knew she must look like a pathetic and filthy slut, but she couldn’t help it! This was maddening! She was at the mercy of her non-existent attacker and the very real pleasure it was giving her. Soon she was sweating and drooling and audibly moaning as she lost control of herself. She cared less and less about not being caught and more and more about getting off as her rational thought crumbled to the onslaught of lust.

Then suddenly, the phantom sensations on her crotch just stopped. Vivienne was left massaging her tits absentmindedly for a moment, before she noticed someone standing behind her.

“Excuse me miss.” she heard a man’s voice.

Vivienne gasped and turned, eyes wide in shock as she saw the supermarket security officer staring back at her. She blushed and quickly dragged her top back down and wiped some drool from her chin.

“I am afraid I am going to have to ask you to come to my office. You know this kind of behaviour is not appropriate in our store.” he said sternly.

Vivienne lowered her head and meekly complied, following the man to the security office at the back of the supermarket.

“I…I can explain…well I can’t but its not my fault I swear! Something just…came over me…” she pleaded as they entered the office and he shut the door behind them.

“Oh no, nothing ‘came over you’…yet.” he chuckled in a sadistic tone as she stepped back in confusion.

“What..what are you saying?”

The security officer pulled something out of his back pocket and for a moment Vivienne was unsure what she was even looking at. Soon, however, she started to understand. It was a stuffed doll, maybe 7” in length, and its likeness was astounding. It not only had the same hair and eyes as Vivienne, even its lips were the same shade as the lipstick she was wearing and the outfit looked similar to her own.

“What is that?” she asked, extremely creeped out.

“Its you. It doesn’t just look like you. You’re connected. Linked. Its a sort of spell…”

“A fucking Voodoo doll? Are you nuts?” she yelled.

“I wasn’t sure it would work either…until I watched you on the security cameras.” he said, giving the doll’s breasts a lazy stroke.

Vivienne reacted by moaning softly as she felt that touch transferred to her and her already sensitive breasts were once again assaulted by that pleasure which swept through her chest and numbed her mind.

“Stop…” she whimpered between ragged breaths.

This only made him fondle the doll harder as he went on. “You enjoy this. I can tell. You were probably close to cumming back there before I picked you up.”

He was right. Vivienne was close. Yet now that she knew what was happening, she had to fight. Had to stop this man from taking advantage of her.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked defiantly.

“Oh, Vivienne. You come here every week. Always wearing such revealing outfits. We have even greeted each other a few times. You don’t know how hard you make me, teasing me in those skimpy clothes of yours. Showing off your gorgeous thighs…waving those perky tits in my face…I’ve wanted to fuck you for a while.”

Vivienne was disgusted, and at the same time her pleasure was increasing and her will to fight was slipping. She was so horny and overstimulated now. She didn’t want to fuck this guy, but her pussy was drooling and every inch of her body was screaming that it needed to be touched, just like her tits.

“I…I won’t…please…”

“You will do what I want. Your body is my doll already, its just that annoying head of yours that still thinks it can deny me.”

Vivienne wasn’t sure what he was saying, until she saw him pull a stray thread along the stuffed doll’s head and watched it come open.

“You know, as nice as your tits are, they could stand to be a bit bigger. But there’s only so much wool to work with.” he mused as he tugged a similar thread to the side of the doll’s chest which came open just the same.

“Wha-what are you talking about?”

Then she watched him reach inside the doll’s head and pull a wisp of fluffy cotton out. She blinked a few times as she felt it. It was beyond strange, feeling her head lighten. Her thoughts slowed and she felt a bit dizzy, as if drunk.

Then she saw him gradually push the cotton into the doll’s chest and she gasped as she felt her own breasts swell. Suddenly her chest was heavier and it only served to make her tender breasts ache more. She bit her lip and groaned. She knew she should be trying to stop him, and yet her head was already hazy and she wanted to touch herself. She needed to touch herself.

As she slipped her top off and tossed it aside, she began to play with her nipples and softly mutter and whine as she watched the man continue. He pulled another wisp of cotton from her head and she cooed as she felt her head lighten and the drunken dizziness intensify. Then she felt her own chest swell in her hands as that same cotton was stuffed into the doll’s ever growing tits.

He didn’t stop. Each piece of cotton removed leaving Vivienne’s head hollower and her intellect lesser. Soon she forgot what she was doing here entirely. All she could focus on was rubbing and moaning and playing with her ever expanding tits. They felt so heavy and so soft now.

“Well, those look much better! Do you feel more agreeable now, Vivienne?”

Vivienne was swaying on the spot, a massive titty in one hand as the other worked her clenching cunt. “Um…yeah…totally…I don’t…think I can…uh…think right anymore…so like…I guess I should agree…” the dazed and dopey woman said as she continued to masturbate right there.

“Huh, time for the fun part then. Do you want to feel my cock inside you?”

Vivienne smiled dreamily. “Yesssss pleeeaaasssssseee…”

The next thing she knew, the man had his cock out and she saw him place the doll over it.

“Like…what are you…” she managed before he pushed the tiny doll over his cock forcefully.

Vivienne’s knees buckled and she sank to the floor. She could feel it. She could feel every inch of his cock. It was so big it was stretching her insides like crazy! It was tearing her apart! She couldn’t take it, and yet she was so pathetic and desperate now. “Fuck me!” she begged.

And he did. He began to move the doll up and down on his cock like a fleshlight as he watched Vivienne bounce and shiver on the floor. Her eyes were rolling back and she looked like she was being fucked senseless. Not that she had much in her head now anyway, he had already hollowed it out, but still her expression seemed more vacant than ever as he pumped his cock into the ragged doll.

By the time he was ready to cum, Vivienne was a sweaty and brainless mess on the floor. Being split apart by a cock almost the size of her body, even if it wasn’t really happening, just the sensation was enough to make her succumb. She came, writhing and moaning as she felt so impossibly full. Her enormous chest heaving and squashing against the floor as she quivered and clenched around his phantom cock.

Finally satisfied, he pulled his still throbbing cock out of the doll and shuffled over to the mess of a woman on the floor. He held the doll up to his cock as he stood over Vivienne and grunted as he sprayed several large bursts of cum across the disheveled toy. Any semen that missed its target fell to the real one who was now quivering on the ground. But Vivienne didn’t notice those small spatterings. What she felt was the copious amounts of cum that slathered the doll. Soon she could feel the cum, all over her body. Oozing down her skin as if a giant cock had genuinely coated her head to toe in it.

“Now I have ‘cum over you’.” he commented with a laugh. “I guess you can finish your shopping now. And make sure you come back here for your next shop. I would like to play with my new doll in a more hands-on way next time.” he told her.

Vivienne, the fat-titted, hollow-headed, cum soaked mess eventually crawled out of his office and back to her trolley. No one could see the cum that she could still feel soiling her every pore, but her massive tits were barely covered now by her top. Plus she was still dizzy and stupid. She forgot the rest of her shopping and left, but she knew she would be coming back soon.

She was still his doll. Even if she didn’t return she would get fucked and filled with cum. This Voodoo magic was too powerful for her to fight. Vivienne had lost. And she loved every second of it.

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Sat, 12 Jun 2021 15:29:47