Clothespins on. Nine of them, across my belly. Wicked ouch. Tit clamps on the nips. Roll to get the dildo. NO Vibe allowed. None.
fucking like crazy, trying to get that orgasm…which kept running away.
ordered to climb the mountain three times and get close but not go over until the third time.
fucking like crazy, trying to capture it, that fucking elusive orgasm.
closer…here little orgasm…come to nilla…yes…closer…closer…seeing spots in my eyes from breathing so hard.
wrist cramps from fucking for so long.
want my viiiiiiibe.
how can i cum without it?
fucking, fucking, humping, clenching moaning whining
so close so close.
nipples rise despite the pincering clamps as rain-cold breeze blows in through the fan, pain catchs me unaware and slaps me hard.
fucking fucking fucking so fucking close yes…can…almost…almost….
and it fades.
my pussy was wet.
but it was poised just there on the verge…and would not, could not, fall over.
it’s only happened once or twice before to me. once had to stop coz of Orgasm migraine. (ever had that…it’s tremendously painful, like getting an axe in your head…)
And once when i first started masturbating a few years ago…i fell asleep with the dildo in my pussy and woke up incredibly turned on at 4 a.m. (when I finished the job!).
Never ever had a “fail” while under Master’s care.
He, on the other hand, is ecstatic. He loves that this happened. That He could orchestrate a fail that left me so physically frustrated…i’m so horny, so turned on i’d…hump a chair. I’ve not sat much today coz that only makes it worse. So I’m done typing here.
I’m not allowed to get off…despite it being Like Day…not until He allows.
Until then I guess I’ll go chew the rug or something.