1. I Love You, Mistress


    Date: 8/5/2015, Categories: BDSM, Lesbian Sex, Author: MouthyLips, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    barely touching my clit. &#034Until I say otherwise,&#034 she said, &#034you are not allowed to come. And if you do, the punishment will not be so lenient.&#034 With that, she went to the opposite end of the table and used a remote control to turn on the vibrator. I groaned as the sensation hit my clit. Waves of pleasure spread out from my little love button, but it was nowhere near enough to satisfy me. All the way on the far end of the table, Mistress removed the silver lid from the plate in front of her and began eating her dinner. I couldn't tell exactly what she was eating, but knowing her tastes, it was probably something that would make a gourmet chef weep with joy. It certainly smelled delicious, and I tried to concentrate on that instead of the teasing buzz on my clit provoking tingling waves of pleasure to radiate out from my pussy. As she ate her meal and sipped her wine, she would also fiddle with the remote. Sometimes, she would increase the vibrator's speed until just before I could come, and then slow it down and watch me squirm, futilely trying to push my clit forward to pursue the tingling stimulation. I could tell she liked the squeaks, cries, and moans I made while she toyed with me. It was dinner and a show for her. I don't know how long I spent in that torture. When she had finished her dinner, she put the lid back over the plate. Picking up the remote control, she slowly sauntered down the length of the table, shifting back and forth between speeds ...
    quickly. She finally stopped, leaving the vibrator on its lowest speed, and leaned against the frame of the cabinet. I leaned toward her as far as the clips holding my collar would let me, moaning for release of one kind or another. &#034Do you want to come, Pet?&#034 she asked. &#034Yes, Mistress, please. Please let me come,&#034 I begged. &#034Ah, ah, ah,&#034 she wagged a finger under my nose. &#034We are working on your self-control. Have I given you permission to come?&#034 She ran her finger down my chest, between my tits and across my stomach. &#034No, Mistress.&#034 &#034And so...?&#034 &#034I-I won't,&#034 I was panting in hard, ragged breaths. &#034I won't, I won't, I won't.&#034 &#034Good. Now just wait right here.&#034 Mistress left and, in my cabinet, I could not see where she went. For a moment I feared that this would be like the Night of the Sybian, but thankfully, Mistress came back shortly. She brought with her a very large plate, a silver spoon, and a napkin, which she arranged on the close end of the table. She turned off the vibrator and I whimpered, in relief at the end of the aggravating tease, and in regret that my pleasure wouldn't be satisfied. Then she pulled the riding crop out of my ass and I felt strangely empty. She disappeared again, taking away the crop, the remote, and the vibrator on its stand. Sweat cooled on my skin, and juices dripped down the insides of my legs. The only thing keeping me upright were the restraints. Mistress returned and ...
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