She lets out a shuddering gasp as I watch.
Straining against the restraints pinning her to the chair, a series of belts down her arms and up her calf's, her back arches as she releases a groan.
I smile and press the toy to her sex, the massager doing its job well as she begins to shake.
The woman before me is beautiful, her breasts sway and jiggle with every movement, her face a mask of pleasure even past the thick rubber gag and blindfold.
Reaching up I gently cup one of the lovely orbs, running a thumb over the erect nipple and smiling at the slight gasp to come from her.
Her breathing quickens, her chest rising and falling, her moans louder and more strained, just a few more moments and-
I take the massager away.
She whimpers and groans as her body shakes the denied climax from her system, this is the fifth time I’ve denied her tonight.
I wait, gently rubbing and tugging on the nipple as she comes down.
She knows I’m not done with her.
The massager back in place I repeat the pattern that I’ve followed all night.
She wants to be denied, to build up a mind blowing climax, to be pushed to the very limit of her sanity.
The game is enjoyable to watch and listen too. Over and over her slowly rising vocalizations of her pleasure, the struggling and straining as she gets more comfortable or tugs at them in her straining need.
I don’t speak, just enjoying my part in the role she wishes to play.
Waiting for the next climax to arrive I ponder how to make things more difficult on the beauty before me. My own excitement rising as my mind flickers through various ways I could dominate the young woman, taking her, pushing her to beg and plead for the next release, perhaps even to stop – but I wont, this isn’t my role unless she asks me too.
But I do have an evil plan in mind, she wants to be teased, denied, humiliated over and over.
Her breathing becomes laboured, her body is literally vibrating with need as she grinds herself against the makeshift toys head. She stains against the chair and belts, her nails digging into the arms and her toes curling.
3… 2… 1… I turn it off and she whines loudly. Struggling hard for a few moments as she vents her frustration a little.
Panting hard she slumps in the chair and shakes a little, her limit is close now, perhaps one more before she can’t deal with the edging so close together any more. Good, ill push her into two or until she gives me the hand signal to stop.
I wait for her breathing to level out, for her to lean back and nod to say she’s ready to go. The slight glisten to her skin from the endeavour making her seem a goddess in bondage in my eyes.
The massager is pressed to her once more, I turn it on and I wait.
The climax creeps up on her much more quickly this time, her will to resist it has crumbled with the repeated attempts.
I take it away and she screams, tugging hard on her bondage as her body shakes – I was almost too late that time, her orgasm cutting off just as she was on the knifes edge. She doesn’t stop straining and pulling back and forth for a few moments.
Pressing my hand to her chest and push gently, making her lean back and breath, her frustration is clear.
She calms, I wait and then press the massager to her again making her gasp audibly and whine into her gag. I watch her hands this time, waiting for the signal to stop as she fights with herself wanting to press herself more firmly onto the toy or to pull away from it. Her willpower the only thing pushing her to orgasm at this point.
Then the sign right as the build up starts to get intense. I turn off the want and gently touch her cheek.
My signal to see if she really wants to stop.
She freezes for a long moment as she breaths hard, then presses into my palm – she wants to continue.
Massager back on her build up is quick, she’s fighting against the restraints and trying to pull herself away from the toy, I wont let that happen, she must be denied once more.
A few moments later she’s all worked up again, at her edge and she shifts tactics, I was expecting it with how much she was pulling away.
She pushes herself down onto the head firmly. Her guttural cry is loud as her sensitive clit presses against the vibrating torment, trying to force the orgasm before I can stop it.
I pull the plug on the toy and she screams, a light sob for a few moments from the denial.
Teasing her I rub the head of the toy against her pussy as if to taunt her and she slumps into the chair.
Restrained as she is she knows I could do this to her all night and never let her finish.
I pull the toy out from under her and brush her hair back as she breaths hard, time for the next part of my plan.
The belts are slowly undone, freeing her arms first her hands move between her legs but I hold her wrists.
“No.”
Her chest heaves and she shakes, her fingers claw the air for a moment before balling into fists, then rest on the chair arms.
I remove the rest of the belts, help her stand and hold her for a moment, feeling her shaking.
“Were not done.” I say the words gently into her ear as I hold her against me, enjoying the feeling of her breasts pressed against me. “Shower, then you’ll wear what I tell you. Were going out to dinner – my treat.”
Her head turns towards me, blindfold and gag still in place, her body still charged with need.
“No orgasms. If your good I’ll edge you before we go inside for the meal and if you behave and do as your told I MAY let you cum in the car on the way back.”
I knew exactly what I would pull out, the blue dress that was thin enough to show the strain of her nipples if they stayed hard, short enough to make her have to walk carefully not to show everyone what was under the material, tall heels to go with them would make that part easier.
“Mmmmmhp…”
She whined and pressed her head against me for a moment before stepping away, her body was vibrating and she knew her torments would continue if she allowed it, she pulled the gag free and the blindfold before stalking off to the bathroom.
I watched her ass as she went and an evil thought fluttered through my mind.
She owned a collar with her toys – perhaps another mind game along with a small vibrator for dinner.
Wear the collar and she is mine for the evening, I’ll do as I please with her.
Don’t wear it and she wont orgasm tonight, I’ll just keep edging her and calling her a needy slut all night long.
With a smile I moved to the bedroom to pull out the dress, a lacy pair of panties and get myself ready, dinner would be interesting.