0 comments/ 12399 views/ 5 favorites Verge By: moxiesterra It had been a very long year. She had known, of course, when he'd offered her the deal that it would be. Even after having him routinely withhold orgasms from her for the entire course of their relationship except on rare, ecstatic occasions, she still had not been prepared for withstanding a full twelve months not just without cumming but without receiving any sort of pleasure from him or from herself. She wondered, many times, why she had agreed to it, but he had promised her some sort of period of being able to get herself off as much as she wanted to after she'd done it, though she didn't know how long that period would be or how long she'd have to wait for it. More importantly, she knew he wanted her to make it through the entire year as proof of her devotion to him. She did her best to prove that every single moment, but she knew he thought she still had a ways to go as far as being a perfect slave for him, and she dearly wanted to achieve that goal. He had certainly received plenty of pleasure during the year, of course--practically every time she saw him involved a blowjob. She certainly couldn't complain about that--while it had greatly heightened her frustration, in a way it made her feel better than getting any pleasure herself would. Much as she craved it, she also loved the idea of giving it to him without receiving any. It made her feel so much like his. It had been two days now since her year was up, and this was her first time seeing him. She was hoping against hope that something was going to happen, but she had no idea what her chances were. She had agreed to a year, yes, but there was nothing to stop him from extending it beyond that if he wanted to, and he had never exactly been fair to her. He had an important meeting that night, and had let her accompany him as he prepared for it to "keep him company." She was very excited because she hoped that he had just a bit more than that planned. They were alone in an empty room adjacent to the room where the meeting was to take place. He was sitting across from her, looking gorgeous in his glasses (which were always enough to push him way over the top from even his usual extreme sexiness for her) and a black suit (seeing him dressed nicely was another thing that acted as an instant turn-on). Just staring at him sitting there was enough to make her overwhelmingly horny. Even when he wasn't doing anything with her at all, just his presence was enough to set her off. He suddenly stood and approached her. Her heart was beating fast. Was something actually going to happen, at long last? He grabbed ahold of her shoulders, gripping them tightly, and pulled her up roughly to standing. Heart beating faster, faster, faster. Him being forceful with her combined with the idea that maybe he was finally going to use her somehow were enough to make her pussy throb madly. He pushed her against the wall. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressed against her and whimpered. God, if he didn't do something to her now she didn't know how she would even survive it. In this whole year she had never stopped aching for him for even a moment and he was making it so much worse now. "I'm sure you're absolutely desperate for my cock right now, aren't you, my little slut?" It always seemed so strange to her that he asked her question like that when he knew the answer damn well. But she supposed he just liked hearing how much she needed him, hearing her admit what a slut she was for him. It must make it so very clear to him how completely she was his. "Of course sir. You know I've been desperate for your cock all this time, and you're making me even more desperate with what you're doing right now." "Well, maybe, maybe, maybe your Master will be kind enough to let you have it, if you do a good enough job begging him," he said. He was rubbing up against her now, still holding her firmly against the wall. God, the feeling of his cock rubbing against her that way. She wasn't sure how he could even expect her to form thoughts coherent enough to answer him, but she wanted him in her so badly that she did her best anyway. "Oh god sir, please please please let me have your cock in my pussy. I've been needing it so bad and it's been so long. You know what a dirty slut I am for you and you know how I want to be full of your cock all the time and it's been so long and I've just been losing my mind the whole time. And of course what would really be best about it would be knowing that I'd be giving you pleasure--I know that that's the really important thing. Please please please sir." "I wasn't so sure about it until you said that last bit. I must admit, you manage to be a very good slave for me sometimes. You are absolutely right--my pleasure is all that matters. Any pleasure you ever receive is completely incidental." He pulled back from her, pulling her shirt over her head and then reaching down to quickly remove her skirt and panties. She felt so much more turned on now, standing exposed before him this way. She hoped more than anything that the sight of her wet pussy was pleasing him. To her great surprise, he suddenly began to rub her clit. He so rarely let her have any pleasure without him getting it too, and god after a full year she had forgotten what being touched there even felt like. She moaned loudly and opened her legs to him, beginning to buck her hips just a moment later. He laughed. "So very, very wet for me. So very, very slutty--just how I like you. Even though I would of course use your body whenever I wanted to whether it made you feel good or not, knowing what a filthy little cockslut you are pleases me very much. It makes me feel so good to own a slave who is so horny for me all the time. Especially when I can torment you by withholding pleasure from you for so long--it's terribly amusing to know how much you're struggling, how desperate you are. It feels so good to exert so much power over you." "It's been so so hard but really I love it too sir. It really does show me how much power you have over me and you know that makes me feel better than anything." He stopped rubbing her then. She was aching from the sudden lack of stimulation, but she knew it would be just a moment before he was fucking her, and knew how much better that would be--both because nothing felt better than his cock filling up one of her holes and because, as she'd just told him, being able to give him pleasure was what she wanted more than anything. He pulled off his pants and boxers then and her pussy throbbed unbearably at the sight of his cock. She spread her legs even wider for him. He laughed again. "It still never ceases to amaze me exactly how slutty you are," he said. "You would just be filled up with my cock every second if you could, wouldn't you?" "Oh god sir that would feel so good! I wish I could have that so much, but getting to have it in me at all is going to be so amazing too." He took hold of her shoulders again, holding them so tightly, making her feel so completely powerless against him as he held her firmly against the wall. And then his cock inside her oh god his cock inside her after what felt like an entire lifetime without it. She had always known how amazing it felt, which was why she had wanted it so much for the past year, but she did not remember it feeling this good. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, but with him holding her in place she couldn't do anything, couldn't do anything at all but just stand there helplessly, feeling as if she existed for no other reason but this, surrendering herself to him completely. He began thrusting into her harder than she could remember him ever doing it before. He was so thin and did not look at all powerful, but the force with which he was holding her down combined with the hardness of the fucking made it so clear to her how much he was. Being full of him would feel so good no matter what, but knowing how strong he could be made it even better. It felt so unbelievably good to be taken by a man who could overpower her so very easily. "Do you know how lucky you are that I'm giving you the honor of letting you have my cock in you right now?" he asked. "Do you know that I could keep withholding it from you for as long as I wanted to--forever, if that was what I wanted?" "Yes sir, I know that very well! Thank you so much sir! I do feel very very lucky right now." "I can't believe how wet you are," he said. "I'd always known what a dirty whore you are, but right now you are reminding me exactly how much of one. Tell me how good it feels to be fucked hard by me right now, whore." "Oh sir, it is not even possible for me to put into words how good it feels," she said honestly. "Nothing else could possibly feel as good as being full of your cock, being full of it in whichever of my holes would please you most at that moment. And how you're pushing me down so hard against the wall makes it feel so much better. I love it so so so much when you make me feel completely helpless, when you remind her how weak I am compared to you." She was still not thinking very clearly but had a very important question she wanted to ask him. "Sir?" "What is it, slave?" "I was just wondering if fucking me this way is pleasing you too. You know that is really what I want more than anything. I hope so much that I am!" "Yes, you are pleasing your Master very much right now," he said. "You should be quite proud. It has made me so happy to be able to leave you desperate and struggling for a year, but I must admit it is very pleasurable for me to be filling up one of your slutty little holes again at last. I hope you remember that your holes are really all you consist of. You are absolutely nothing but a set of holes, and those holes exist entirely for my pleasure." "I could never forget that, sir! I know that better than anything!" He was still pounding into her pussy so incredibly hard, so much harder than he usually did, and it was actually starting to become painful for her. She had wanted his cock so desperately, and she still loved having it fill her up, but being rammed into by something so big and powerful over and over was beginning to become too much to bear. "Sir...I don't want to complain of course, but my pussy is starting to hurt. Could you maybe...try to fuck me not quite so hard?" He pulled back out of her for a moment and slapped her hard across the face, looking more than a little angry. "What the fuck are you doing complaining to me, you stupid bitch? Do you think I care if your pathetic little cunt hurts? Do you think that matters? You told me how fully aware you are that all that matters is my pleasure, and I was proud of you, but now you're certainly not making me too confident that you actually know it at all." She quickly felt incredibly guilty for daring to question him. He was absolutely right, of course--how she felt didn't matter at all, the only thing that mattered was him. How could she have been so stupid? She rushed to apologize. "I'm so sorry, sir! I definitely shouldn't have said that. Yes, of course I know that all that matters is your pleasure. I don't know what I was thinking of. It was just hurting a lot and I forgot for a moment that I only exist to be used by you. I'm very sorry, sir. Please don't be mad at me." He still looked angry and for a long moment just stared silently at her. She was growing increasingly nervous that he was not only going to stop fucking her but would do something to punish her in some way. Finally he spoke. "Really right now what I should do is stop fucking you and spank you for daring to be so disrespectful, but since using your wet, slutty fuckhole is giving me so much pleasure I suppose I won't--for now, anyway. But you better not fucking dare to question me again." "I won't, I promise. Please let me give you more pleasure, sir." He pushed his cock back into her and, somehow, started fucking her even harder than he already had been. Her pussy was starting to hurt more and more, but as she had promised she did not say anything again. She just stood there and did her best to remember that she existed to be used by him, existed to please him no matter how it made her feel. He laughed. "You know what, slave?" "What, sir?" "It actually feels even better for me now, knowing I'm hurting your pussy. You know how much pleasure it always gives me to hurt you, because of how much power it lets me have over you, because of how it reminds you that you are absolutely nothing but my property. But being able to hurt you and have my cock filling you up feels even better than just beating you does. I'll have to do this more often." "Yes sir, you definitely should do it more if it pleases you. I'm happy to be in pain if it pleases you. I'm happy to do absolutely anything if it pleases you." "You are making up just a bit now for how bad you were a few minutes ago," he said, and she was very relieved to hear him say it. "But to please me more, I want you to tell me all about how much I'm making your cunt ache." All the time he was speaking he was pounding into her, pounding into her so, so hard, holding her down against the wall all the while. "God sir, you're making my pussy hurt so so much right now. If I didn't know how much it was pleasing you I wouldn't be able to take it. Your cock is so big and it always makes me feel so so full but you've just been fucking me so hard this time. Having something so massive just pounding into my hole again and again is really quite painful, sir." "God, it makes your Master feel so good to hear you say that, slut. Filling up your cunt would already feel so good, and reminding you that all you are is my fucktoy would already feel so good, but it's so much better when I'm getting to hurt you." He kept ramming his cock into her and she was really having a more and more difficult time not protesting that it was too hard, too painful. But at the same time the feeling of having him inside her, when she'd wanted it so badly for so long, felt so very good. And of course knowing that she was pleasing him felt even better than that. It was a confusing mixture of feelings. "Mmm, I think I'm about ready to fill you up with my cum now, my little whore. How would that make you feel?" he asked. "So so so good sir! Oh god please fill my pussy up with your cum. I want it so so much and it's been so so long. Please sir." He dug his fingernails into her shoulders and held her against the wall particularly hard as he came. She moaned as he did, being so grateful to have the feeling of having ultimately pleased him after not being able to do it for so long. "On your knees, whore," he commanded, and she instantly dropped to them. "Lick me clean." She licked all along the length of him, loving the taste of his cum mixed with all her wetness. "How was that, slut?" "Oh, all of it felt so good, thank you so much sir. But...sir?" "What now, bitch?" he asked, an edge in his voice. "It's just that...I didn't get to cum, sir. And it's been so so so long. Can you please please please let me finger myself now so I can? You could watch and I would put on such a good show for you. Please sir." He kicked her hard. "What the fuck did I tell you about complaining to me about anything? Why is it so hard for you to manage to be obedient at all?" "I didn't mean to be disobedient, sir! It's just that god, sir, it's been a year, and I've just been aching to cum for that whole time." "And what exactly makes you think I would possibly give a fuck?" "Well...nothing sir, I was just hoping you would be able to have some mercy on me. I've been very obedient by not fingering myself without your permission for all that time, haven't I?" "You think you deserve a reward just for being fucking obedient? That is the bare minimum that I expect from you. That is the most basic requirement for being my slave. Do you really think you deserve a reward just for behaving how I expect you to?" "Well...no sir, not really. I've just been so desperate and it would feel so good." "I think my stupid little slut needs to realize how lucky she is that I let her have any pleasure at all and shut the fuck up," he said, kicking her again, even harder this time. "Maybe I would have let you cum at some point soon if you hadn't dared to ask me for it, but just for that, it won't be happening for quite some time. I hope my stupid fucktoy can see now that there are repercussions for her actions, always." "Yes sir," she said, unable to conceal the disappointment in her voice. "I have to go now," he said. "It's time for the meeting. I want you to stay in here, kneeling on the floor like this, thinking about what you did and how disappointed I am in you. I'll be back for you later and figure out a further punishment for you then." She stayed in the kneeling position as he'd ordered, feeling another peculiar mixture of feelings. She was incredibly guilty for having upset him, but at the same time there was a little part of her that was happy to be punished by him, happy to have such a clear reminder of how much she belonged to him, and of course as always she was unbelievably happy that she had gotten to have him use one of her holes. All these thoughts swirled around in her head as she waited for him to return, wondering what he had in store for her next. The time she was waiting for him felt much longer than it possibly could've actually been. But the combination of thinking about her guilt from disappointing him (just as he'd instructed her to do--she hoped he'd be happy to see that she was at least being obedient about that), and her nervousness about what exactly he was going to do about it made what must have in reality only been half an hour or so seem to stretch on and on. There was something else too. The longer he made her wait the hornier she got. She just kept thinking back to how good it had felt when he'd taken her, and aching more and more for a long-denied orgasm. And, yes, she had to admit that the very fact that he was about to punish her made it even worse. He had to know she was getting more and more desperate, didn't he? What if he waited even longer than necessary just to make her suffering even worse? It wouldn't surprise her at all if he did. She was getting increasingly tempted to just finger herself and be done with it. Yes, she had survived an entire year without doing that, but these last few minutes had been harder than any point during that time. Now that he'd given her such a vivid reminder of how pleasure felt after half-forgetting, it felt damn near impossible. It was risky, of course--she couldn't imagine the trouble she'd be in if he came in and caught her. But she was so close to the edge already that she was sure it wouldn't take her long at all to cum, making it seem like the chances of getting caught were small enough that it was worth taking the chance. But really she knew that it didn't matter if he caught her or not--if he didn't she would end up feeling so guilty that she'd surely confess. She had never been able to keep secrets from him, even when whatever she'd done ended up getting her in very big trouble. So she pushed the idea out of her head before she could be stupid and act on it. Finally he returned. Her heart was pounding as furiously as it had been just before he'd fucked her, but this time it was with nervousness rather than anticipation. Verge He waited a long moment before saying anything. She could not bring herself to look up at him. "Well. What has my stupid, disobedient slave been thinking about while I've been gone?" His voice was somehow even colder than usual. "She's been thinking about how bad she was just like you told her to," she answered, the guilt in her voice mixed with just a hint of excitement. "I'm so sorry, sir! You know I hate displeasing you more than anything, you were just turning me on so much that I wasn't thinking clearly." "I see," he said, not sounding as if he was buying her excuse. Not that she expected him to--no matter how much she tried to explain away her transgressions, punishment was the only thing that ever led to his forgiveness. Her heart was beating even faster. What was he going to do? Spank her like he'd suggested earlier? Make her suck him off to make her even more desperate to cum? The particularly cruel toys he used on her for punishments sometimes were at home, so she knew a session with the whip or the crop was not in store for her today, a fact which made her both relieved and disappointed. She was so busy trying to figure out what he had in mind that the sudden feeling of him yanking hard on a fistful of her hair was quite startling. Knowing exactly what he meant by that silent order, she rose to her feet as quickly as she could. The combination of the pain and forcefulness made her even more turned on than she already was, and she couldn't stop mentally yelling at herself for being so stupid earlier. In addition to whatever he was going to do now, it was surely going to be quite some time before her poor neglected pussy got any more attention at all. He held his hand towards a large chair against the opposite wall. "Have a seat." She walked towards the chair slowly, feeling even more confused now. So, not a spanking. Then, what? He approached her after she'd sat down. "Is my dirty little slut still desperate to cum?" he asked. Another one of those goddamn questions he didn't need her to respond to to know the answer, a fact that was made even more obvious this time by the way he'd referred to her. How could a "dirty little slut" not be desperate to cum? Still, refusing to answer any question posed to her was another thing guaranteed to get her into trouble, so she went along with it. "Yes sir. Of course." "Nice and wet for me?" "Yes sir," she replied, sure the very act of admitting it to him was just making her wetter. "How would it make you feel if I rubbed your wet, desperate pussy?" "So so so so good, sir." Was this going to be her punishment? Him just making her more and more aware of how badly her pussy was aching to be touched? "Well then." And then suddenly his fingers were on her. The combination of how good it felt and her surprise made her moan even louder than usual. "Like that?" he asked, rubbing her clit in exactly the right way. "Oh god yes sir, oh fuck." She had no idea how this qualified as a punishment, but she was too lost in the waves of pleasure to think about it very hard. "Spread your legs wider. Put them over the legs of the chair. Your Master wants your cunt fully on display for him." She did, feeling even more turned on as she did so. The idea that this was really for him, that she was nothing but an object that could be on display for him if that was what he wanted, felt even better than his fingers did. But oh god those fingers, those long thin fingers. She couldn't believe how good he was at this, considering she could count the times he'd done it before on one hand. It had been surprising enough when he'd fingered her for just an instant earlier, but now he wasn't stopping. What the hell was going on? "You're even wetter than I expected," he said. He said it in an entirely detached way, as if he were a scientist observing how arousal presented itself in the human female. Well, she was perfectly happy to be his experiment if it meant he was going to keep those long fingers on her. "Yes sir. I've just been getting more and more turned on by everything that's happened all night," she answered, her words interrupted by increasingly loud moans. "Is that so? Even when I was hurting you earlier?" "That was one of the things that turned me on most of all! It made me feel so much like yours, that you kept fucking me so hard even after I asked you to stop just because it gave you pleasure." "It's always nice to know that my slave is getting a reminder of her place," he said. His voice was still cold, but she could detect a bit of an indication that he really was pleased by this in there too. She was so close to the edge already that it only took a few minutes of his fingers on her to get her to the brink. "I'm about to cum, sir!" Oh god he had to be planning to let her, didn't he? It had been so long...but... He immediately withdrew his fingers. Godfuckingdammit. She shouldn't have been surprised, but she couldn't deny that she was disappointed, hoping somehow he would have been merciful. So that was her punishment, then--being brought just to the edge of her first orgasm in a year and then denied. Well, considering that she barely even remembered what an orgasm was after somehow surviving that length of time, it didn't really seem like the harshest punishment he could have devised. She sure as hell wasn't going to tell him that though. She was secretly hoping that he would be convinced it was a good punishment and use it again in the future. A couple of minutes passed. Since he hadn't told her she could close her legs, she still had them fully spread and over the arms of the chair. On display. On display for my owner, her inner voice kept repeating. He was just standing there silently surveying her. All she could think about in that moment was how completely she felt like his property and nothing more, and she knew that was exactly what he was thinking too. The fact sent more jolts of electricity to her pussy, even without his fingers on it anymore. And then suddenly they were again. Oh fuck. "I of course expect you to inform me when you're about to cum again this time, slave," he said. "But make sure it's only just before you do." She realized now that this was actually her punishment--he was going to make her edge for who the hell knows how long. She felt so stupid now for not having figured it out earlier, but it was not exactly easy to think straight when he was fingering her. She could barely remember her own name when he was fingering her. Back in those dark, lonely days before he'd claimed her as his own, when she actually could freely finger herself (such an alien concept now), she had experimented with edging just a bit because she'd heard it could make orgasms more intense. But she'd never been able to handle doing it more than two times in a row. She somehow had the feeling that he was planning to do it longer than that, and she had no doubt that she would not be getting to cum whenever he did decide to stop. Even if she didn't know from her previous experiences that edging made the subsequent feelings of pleasure more intense, she would sure as hell know now. He'd only been fingering her again for a minute and already it was damn obvious. "Still feeling good?" he asked. "So, so good, sir," she said. Too good, she wanted to add. He was alternating between using his middle finger to rub her clit and working three fingers in and out of her opening. It was slightly easier to bear when he wasn't touching her clit, but he never stayed away from it for long enough. She closed her eyes, hoping not seeing his gorgeous form before her would reduce the overwhelming pleasure a bit. But it was only a moment after she did before he spoke. "Keep looking at me," he said. "I want to make sure you remember exactly who's being kind enough to let you feel so good right now." She had to work to restrain herself from giving a sarcastic reply to this. He was being kind? When every second he fingered her made her more and more desperate for the orgasm that she knew wasn't going to come? This was going to make her lose her goddamn mind in no time at all and he fucking knew it. That was the entire reason he was even doing it. Still, she knew it would not serve her well to get in even more trouble, so she held her tongue and opened her eyes. Looking at him made it worse just as she'd feared, and she knew he was aware of that too. Having to focus on his thin frame, his oversized brown eyes framed by his glasses, having to be fully aware of the fact that, yes, he was the most gorgeous man ever to walk the face of the earth and he was her very own Master, made this whole thing even harder to take. "You're still getting even wetter for me," he said, speaking again in that detached tone that suggested she was nothing more than a scientific experiment he was observing. The unemotional manner that was almost always how he dealt with her made her love him so much more. There was something exciting about those rare moments when he didn't act that way, like when he'd clearly been angry at her earlier, but she liked this so much better. Having him be so distant, so cold, made him feel elevated a million miles above her and made her all the more desperate to please him. "You're just making me feel so good, sir," she said. "I know." Of course he did. It was not long before she was close to the edge again. She waited until she was just about to fall over it as he'd ordered her to, and she knew that, no matter how much she wanted that beautiful fall, she needed to be good and obey him. "I'm about to cum, sir." Once again he immediately removed his fingers, and once again she was left gasping for breath and aching with need. But this time was so much worse than the first time, because now she knew that, not only was he not planning to give her any relief, he also wasn't planning to stop making her crave it more and more. When he could see that she'd recovered enough to not be in immediate danger of cumming anymore, his fingers were on her again. Every moment he touched her the pleasure got more and more intense, more and more unbearable. "How does it feel now?" he asked. "It keeps feeling better the longer you do it, sir." "Well, this is what you wanted, isn't it? To have your pussy touched, to have as much pleasure as you could get?" "Yes sir." She had to admit he was doing a good job making the punishment fit the crime, as they say. "You're being very loud right now. There are people still here working, you know. What if they hear you and know what a dirty slut you are? What if someone comes in here and sees you like this, your legs spread so wide that anyone who wants to can see your soaking-wet pussy?" "Oh god sir, that would make me feel so much better." He did sometimes like to humiliate her that way, and it always stirred up an intense, heady mixture of shame and arousal in her. She knew he was right about how much noise she was making--she was loud to begin with, and the ever-increasing intensity of the pleasure this time was making her even more so. She both hoped and feared that someone could hear her. "They wouldn't just know you're a slut," he continued. "They'd know that you're my slut. I'd be sure to explain to everyone that you are my property and that you are only permitted to receive pleasure when I decide you deserve it. I'd be sure to explain to them that absolutely everything about you is completely under my control." "Yes sir! I want everyone to know! Oh god sir I'm about to cum!" How much what he was saying excited her was enough to get her immediately back to that point. His fingers were gone again. Even though she expected it now, it still brought an almost physical pain. The pleasure without release was torture, and still somehow her brain held on to a false hope that he would let her cum after all and was overwhelmed with disappointment when he didn't. She was still breathing hard, too close to the edge for him to safely start fingering her again, when he spoke. "Play with your tits." She started stroking them as gently as she could, knowing any more intense form of stimulation would just make her even more desperate to cum. But she should've known better than to expect that he was actually going to let her get away with that, and in a moment he spoke again. "You'll have to do better than that. Dig your nails into them. Hard." Goddammit. Of course he was going to make her do that. That particular variety of pain felt very good to her, and under normal circumstances she would have welcomed it, but right now anything that pushed her further into her urgent state was the last thing she wanted. Still, what choice did she have but to obey him? So she dug her nails into the tender flesh as deeply as she could without drawing blood, crying out at the mixture of pain and pleasure. Her pussy throbbed, somehow wanting his fingers again even though that was just going to make everything worse. He hadn't given her permission to stop so she did it again. And again. The pleasure wasn't intense enough to bring her back to the edge of orgasm, but it was certainly enough to cause her to lose her mind even more than she already had been. "That's enough." She stopped, relieved. She wasn't used to having that much pain on her tits all at once and it was getting overwhelming, especially with the state she was in. He examined her tits. He looked pleased. "Those nice deep red marks look very good on you, slave." "Thank you sir." And then she knew that the pain and the maddening pleasure had been worth enduring just because she'd pleased him. Still, feeling so good about pleasing him didn't mean it wasn't extremely difficult to bear when his fingers were on her pussy again just a moment later. She kept thinking that the intensity of the pleasure had to top off somewhere, but every time he made her edge it was even worse when he started again. "You're making me lose my mind, sir," she told him. She hoped he wouldn't consider this questioning him, which was of course the whole reason she'd gotten in trouble in the first place. She just wanted him to know, and she supposed there was some tiny, foolish part of her that hoped if he knew how hard this was for her he would show some mercy and stop (or even, god forbid, actually let her cum). "Good." Fuck, just that single word felt so much better than getting either of the things she'd hoped for. It had felt so good to hear him say the marks on her tits had pleased him, but this felt even better. She knew now that no matter how long he decided to torture her this way she'd be able to take it just because it was what he wanted. "Thank you sir! I'm so happy to be having the chance to be good for you!" "Is that so? Would you let me do anything I wanted to you just because it pleased me?" "Yes sir! Of course!" Telling him this, telling him how complete her submission to him was, was making the pleasure even more intense, but it was easier to handle now. She still wanted desperately to cum, but she knew that getting the chance to please him felt so much better than it possibly would have. "What if I decided to let you cum right now? How would you like that?" "It would make me feel so incredibly good sir, I've been so close all this time and my pussy is just aching for it. But I would rather not cum if that was what pleased you more. I know that pleasing you is much more important than any pleasure I could possibly get." And then suddenly his hand was gone. "I see that you've learned your lesson, then," he said. He held his fingers up to her mouth and she licked them clean. She loved it when he made her do that--it felt so good to taste the proof of her own sluttiness. "If you're a very good slave then I may decide to let you cum soon," he said. "But I expect total obedience. You are not going to have that level of pleasure without earning it." "I'll do my absolute best to be obedient for you, sir." She hoped that he knew that would be true whether being rewarded with an orgasm was a possibility or not. "Good." That consuming pleasure again, so much better than cumming could be, just from hearing him say that word. She got up and got dressed. They left the room and started walking down the hallway. She could have left her eyes downcast, trying to avoid the looks of people who could very well have heard her, but instead she held her head high. His slave was exactly what she was, and in that moment she couldn't have been prouder of that fact. Vergenusszwerglungswochenende Matthias was an unusual find for me. After the somewhat lackluster demise of my last relationship, I was back on my usual fallback of online dating. Being a physician living in a small town in the Midwest meant that I didn't have much in the way of options for potential bedfellows so at the urging of some of my colleagues, I turned to the nearest big city, which happened to be Chicago, some five hours away. After half-heartedly prowling the usual litany of ads, I stumbled upon one that I found somewhat auspicious. The tagline read, "Looking for a spunky kitten." As I often thought of myself as being quite feline, I figured what the hell, it was worth a try -- that and the fact that he mentioned a love of electronic music, which I could almost never find. I sent off a brief email and then went about my business. Imagine my surprise some days later when I saw a reply in my inbox. After having actually read my profile, Matthias had found my dry sense of humor to his liking and appeared to be curious about me. When we'd exchanged a few pleasantries, I thought it might be rather a good idea to see how well we got on outside of emails. We set a time to meet on Skype and as I couldn't really see his face well in his photos, I hoped he was easy on the eyes. The number of men who claimed to be good looking and in shape often tended to overestimate themselves. Some even flat out lied. As my laptop began to ring, I prayed he wasn't unattractive. When the call began and his picture came on the screen, I was pleasantly surprised. Matthias was very clean cut, with short, dark hair, dark eyes and a very nice build from what I could make out from the simple black T-shirt that covered his upper chest and shoulders. I'd always had a particular fondness for nice deltoids. That and a great ass. I'd have to get a full view later. He flashed me a smile that I found to be quite disarming and when he began to speak, I hadn't realized that he was in fact European. His English had been so good in our communications that I had assumed he was American. I thought his Austrian accent quite charming. It complimented the deep, silky quality of his voice. Our first conversation stretched for three hours, though I had a hard time believing that so much time had passed. He had such a sweet, kind demeanor and we talked about anything and everything. I thought it so cute how his eyes crinkled in the corners when he smiled or laughed. The fact that he could hold an intelligent conversation and possessed a great sense of humor was a refreshing change. When we finally managed to force ourselves to bring the call to an end, we'd decided on having a second "Skype Date" as we dubbed it. We had many more internet phone sessions, and the more we talked, the more I got the sense that he had a playful, lascivious side that possibly matched mine. One of the problems I had in dating was that I almost never met a man who had a libido or sense of sexual adventure that compared to mine. Something told me that underneath his laid back exterior was a first class pervert. On our third Skype session, we began speaking right when he had returned from the gym and I got to see him without a shirt on, which was a real treat. When he briefly got up from his computer and walked to his refrigerator to get something, I was able to see all of his shirtless torso as well as his backside. My mind immediately began sketching him, his proportions were beautiful and elegant, not at all overly bulky. Matthias had a beautifully broad back and a narrow waist that tapered into an absolutely delectable ass. I actually licked my canines, imagining how nice it would be to sink my teeth into it. And the icing on the cake -- he had no body hair. None. I had a nice little session with my vibrator after that call. My suspicions about his potential naughty streak were confirmed when he said during one conversation about hobbies that he didn't want to tell me too much about his "adventures" as he put it because I might think he was crazy. Curious, I thought he meant drugs or putting his life at risk. When instead he revealed that he had a sizable sex drive, I thought if his cock was half as nice as the rest of him, I wanted to meet him. Now that the cat was out of the bag, I figured it was safe to let it slip that I was quite comfortable with my sexuality. I saw something change in his smile and our conversations took a distinctly dirty turn for the better. We'd joked a few times about my coming up to see him. One of our conversations began right when I'd come home from the gym. Wearing only a sports bar and my yoga pants, I curled up in front of my screen and saw his eyes light up at seeing some skin. As our call progressed, I teasingly pulled the waistband of my pants over my hip exposing the side of my black lace thong. I giggled when I saw him actually craning his head at the screen to try to get a better look. "Let me see more," he asked huskily. Feeling bold, I pulled my pants off and raised my behind to give him a better view. "You have a nice ass," he said in an approving tone. I loved how he said it. It sounded more like "you heff eh nice ess". Pulling it over one hip, I saw his smile broaden a little bit. "You like what you see?" I cooed. "I've got a nine inch problem now," he replied with a smile. "Let me see it." When he stood up, I sucked in my breath at the outline of his very stiff cock through his track pants. The only thought I could manage was that I needed a cuntful of that as soon as was humanly possible. "Fuck me," I hissed under my breath. On the other end of the screen, I heard him chuckle. "[Kaetzchen] has a bit of a foul mouth no?" he observed. "If I come to visit you'll get to see firsthand how foul it is," I shot back. "Can I see it without the pants?" Grabbing his shaft lightly through the nylon, he smirked and shook his head. "Not yet. You'll have to wait." Upon hearing my groan of frustration he laughed again. I was in real danger of making a mess on my bed. Deciding I would up the ante, I pulled my blanket to my chest and slipped off my sports bra, making sure to dangle it in front of the camera before throwing it blithely over my shoulder. Sitting back down, Matthias peered attentively into the monitor. Smiling sweetly at him, I slipped two fingers inside my drooling pussy and pulled them out covered in the evidence of my arousal. Holding my hand up to the camera, I asked, "Can you see this?" He nodded silently, watching as I then brought my fingers to my lips and licked them clean with loud, pointed slurps. "I want to taste you." "You should want to taste me," I purred, still licking my fingers. "I taste very, verrrrry good." "Pull the blanket away," he demanded, his hand disappearing under his desk. "Only if I get to see him," I retorted stubbornly. A smug smile turned up one of the corners of his mouth and he pulled first his T-shirt over his head, then lowered the waistband of his track pants. The first thing I noticed was that he didn't wear underwear. That observation was quickly forgotten as his thick, veined shaft came into view. It was a thing of beauty. Straight, fat, topped with a beautiful round head, I didn't realize that my eyes had grown to the size of small saucers until I heard his laughter. "Your eyes have gotten so big, [liebes Kaetzchen]," he chuckled. Speechless, I simply stared as he stroked himself languidly a few times. "When can I come visit?" I finally managed, after unsticking my tongue off the roof of my very dry mouth. "Ah ah," he warned, still stroking lightly. "Blanket." Never taking my eyes off his rod, I lifted the blanket away from my chest and began pinching one of my nipples while playing with my very wet lips and clit. "Why don't you come to Chicago next weekend," he suggested, now fisting his cock with greater urgency. "I want to see you cum," I panted. I wanted to watch him spray his load all over himself. Giving me an evil grin, he took his hand off his cock and sat back down, appearing indifferent to my cries of dismay. "You will. But in person. I'm going to cum all over your face. We will talk tomorrow and work out the details of your visit. [Gute Nacht]." "I hate you," I muttered, still fingering myself furiously. "It's not easy for me either, [Kaetzchen]," he assured me. "But I want the first load of cum that you see to cover those freckles you keep telling me about." After I grudgingly hung up, I worked myself up to one of the quickest orgasms I'd ever had and fell asleep dreaming of the moment I'd actually get my mouth around his mastodonic prick. ________________________________ Kaetzchen: kitten (German) liebes Kaetzchen: dear kitten (German) gute Nacht: good night (German) ________________________________ After a week of agony, I was on pins and needles as I finally boarded the train for Chicago. I couldn't help laughing as I remembered our conversation two nights earlier. I had asked him to refrain from masturbating until I got there. "Unless you strap me into a chastity belt and dump the key into a sewer, that's not very likely," was his doleful reply. I loved his command of English. "But think of how much fun it will be when we finally do fuck," I pleaded. Rolling his eyes in exasperation, he relented, "Fine, since it seems to be so important to you. I can't refuse such a pretty kitten." In less than six hours, I planned to be mounted atop his cock screaming in ecstasy. I'd actually stopped wearing underwear because they inevitably ended up getting soaked and then I'd need to change. 48 hours without jerking off was starting to feel like an eternity, but I couldn't remember the last time I was so fucking horny. As my train finally pulled into Union Station, I changed into a skirt and pulled on a thong so as not to leave a mess on the seat of my cab. Eons seemed to pass before I finally arrived at his building. Trying not to skip towards the elevator, I noted how the walls were practically all mirrors and visions of his slipping into me while riding the elevator added to the damp mess in my panties. When I got to his door, I knocked and then hid around the corner. When he opened it, I peered out from behind the wall and saw him laugh. Giving him a hug, it was strange to finally feel him under my hands and to smell him. He smelled distinctly male. I wondered how long it would be before we commenced fornicating. "It's nice to meet you in person," I told him. Odd, that at this point, I felt like I had known him for so long, yet this was our first meeting in the flesh. "Thank you for coming," he smiled. His voice was so smooth in my ear. I wanted him to say obscene things to me in German when he took me." Taking off my shoes, I walked over to his window, which had a pretty nice view of the city. Leaning lightly against the window, I suddenly felt him press his front into my back as his hands began wandering up and down my body. Now both breathing heavily, his cock rubbed against my ass and I almost went weak in the knees, he was so hard. "Can you feel my cock?" he rasped hoarsely in my ear, cupping my breasts as he ground into me. I could only turn my head towards his, I wanted so desperately for him to kiss me. Throwing me backwards onto his bed, he pulled his shirt off and held my head in place with one large hand and stared into my eyes before kissing me. I nipped at his lower lip and tongue but he playfully pulled away. "Please, I need you to fuck me," I whispered. Wrapping my fingers behind his neck I pulled him closer and he rested his body atop mine as I kissed him with a need that I hadn't felt since I was a teenager. Standing on his knees, he pulled my thong off my hips and bent his head to lick my overly sensitive lips. Running my fingers into his short hair, I scratched at his scalp as he mouthed and caressed the wet folds of my cunt. "Matthias, please," I begged. "Give it to me." "Don't you want to wait a little longer?" he taunted, grinding his crotch into my hip. "I can't!" "I want to see you naked," he instructed. My shirt, skirt and bra joined my ruined thong on the floor. Producing a condom, he shed his pants and I was rewarded with the sight and smell of his beautiful cock. A bead of precum oozed out the tip and I scrambled forward not wanting to waste it. He tasted so good. I'd thought of little else except wanting to suck his cock for the better part of the week. "Your lips are so soft," he moaned as I ran my lips along him. "I like that." As I sucked, I loved the feeling of the blood rushing through his cock. After a minute, he pushed me off and rolled on the condom. Turning around, I got on all fours and lifted my hips in invitation. Guiding his fat head to the opening of my slit, he growled, "Let's see if you can take me in one stroke," and buried himself all the way to his balls in one fluid thrust. Had I not been so insanely wet, this sudden invasion would have hurt like hell, but as he began sawing in and out of me, I was in pure heaven. "Fuck, my pussy never had it this good," I wailed as he kept pounding into me. Straightening a little bit, the change in angle caused his head to slam right into my sweet spot and I knew that it would be a matter of seconds. "Oh god, I'm going to cum," I warned. "Do it," he said between thrusts. I had warned him that I was a bit of a screamer and he had merely smiled and told me to be as loud as I wanted. What started off as a wail quickly turned into a shriek and then a long series of drawn out screams as I came around his cock, still hammering away at my cervix. My nerves overloaded, I shook as he trailed his fingers over my lower back and ass. Flipping me onto my back, he stripped of the condom and took his cock in his right hand while supporting my neck with his left. "I love your freckles," he said as he jacked himself. "They're going to disappear under my cum." It made me so hot to watch him stroke his meat. His breathing became more labored and I felt his body go tense. His eyes never left mine when he suddenly shook and the first line of cum hit me square in the center of my face. I did my best to catch as much of it in my mouth as he milked every last drop. The 48 hours of abstinence had done its work. My face and chest were completely drenched. As his breathing returned to normal, he watched as I scooped up the remnants and rolled them delicately onto my tongue before swallowing. Grabbing a towel, he gently wiped my face and remarked in a satisfied tone, "I think this is going to be a very good weekend, [Kaetzchen]." I couldn't help but agree.