Tag: masturbation

Waiting

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stugym by DelilahWoolf via Deviant Art.com

I lie, and wait, for punishment. You’re gonna use the belt. My love/hate relationship with that God awful thing makes you use it more often than you should. Since you told me to wait like this, I know you will use the belt. You don’t punish my ass anymore, because I like it. Too much. So the back it is. At least you haven’t discovered how sensitive my legs are. I don’t think you’d hit my legs anyway, knowing how much I love them.

Are you going to make me wait an hour? This is the worst part. Waiting. It’s part of the punishment, I know, because I’m so fucking impatient. You make me wait constantly. Do you think I’ll suddenly become more patient? I should ask you that sometime. …No, you’d probably slap me across the face. Hmm…

God, would you hurry up already? My knees hurt. Better not tell you that, you’ll keep me on them. That wouldn’t be so bad. I love having your cock in my throat. But I’d rather get fucked. I need it so badly.

That’s why I’m getting punished, you caught me masturbating in the shower. Like a one minute orgasm could compare to getting fucked. I wasn’t sure I’d see you. I needed release.

You NEED to learn. I’m tired of punishing you for the same thing, over and over.

It’s true. It’s probably the only thing I get punished for. I can’t remember another reason. I’ve never thought to ask you if I could rub one out. Maybe I want to get punished. I am a masochist. But back strappings fucking hurt.

Shit. This is going to hurt.

Tears? What the fuck?! I barely cry from an ass strapping and today I’m about to cry before I even get hit? I’m seriously messed up. Are you ever going to come in here and get this over with?

How much worse would it be if you came in to find me in another position? My knees are killing me. If I could touch myself, it wouldn’t be so bad. God. I just can’t leave well enough alone. I must be a punishment junkie.

Get in here, already! This sucks. I HATE waiting. Oh, wait… I hear you coming. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This is going to hurt. Stop crying, fucking pussy. It’s your own fault. Shit.

I hear the buckle. I hear you pulling it free. …Well, get it over with, already…

Are you going to hit me? Or just stare at me? Please, don’t make me count.

Shit…

One Minute Fantasy

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Hot water cascades over sensitive skin. My body on edge, no release for days, night after night of dreams… Visions of my gentle monster, the sadist who plagues my fantasies. He has been cruel, forcing me to please him while he can only tease me. As the water suddenly seems hotter, scalding my tender nipples, it hurts so good. I close my eyes and wonder if I have time…

You think you’ll derive true release,
Little girl?
You believe your fingers can pleasure,
That little pearl?
Up over the edge,
You will be able to satisfy?
…Let’s find out, pumpkin.
I’ll enjoy watching you try.

Raise your arms, feet apart.
You have one minute, little tart.

Fingers brush over my breasts, then down my soft belly before diving between my sweet, puffy lips. My clit, already engorged, just the slightest touch sends shivers down my spine.

45 seconds.
You should work quickly.
Your ass will pay,
If you move too slowly.

Rocking my hips and biting my tongue, I know I’ll make it. I press and knead, circling while imagining the punishment I might receive if I don’t succeed. But it doesn’t matter. I’m going to cum.

30 seconds, pumpkin.
You think you’ll make it?
You have to succeed,
Not like you can fake it.

I feel it rising, my inner walls quivering, God, it feels so good. My climax will be met, as I imagine Sir’s fingers doing the work.

20 seconds slut,
If those were my fingers,
You’d be in pieces.
The pleasure would linger.

My mind empties, round and round, up and down, hurt me, fuck me, hit me, kiss me….

Such dirty thoughts, I would hurt you.
I’d beat you until you’re black and blue.
I’d spin you around and take your ass,
but your pretty face wouldn’t get a pass.
I’d pull your hair until eyes met,
that kiss you want, oh, you’d get.

5 seconds, bitch, you’d better cum.

My mind blows up, I am done.

The waves wash over me, but only for a moment. Release had, satisfaction not achieved.

You made it,
Precious, little one.
But all day long,
You’ll want more fun.

It’s just too bad,
He couldn’t play.
Perhaps tonight,
What’s one more day…

Oh, yes, I know.
You’re miserable.
I like you that way.
Adorable.

Pout some more,
Little bitch.
Another lifetime.
Another switch.

I’m left to go about another day. Dissatisfied.

A one minute orgasm, is like none at all.

Morning

Internal alarm clock,
Doesn’t register the day,
Awakens me quietly,
With thoughts of play.

My warm, naked skin,
Feels alive inside,
Soft, sweet smelling sheets,
No rules to abide.

My fingers explore,
Hot, ample breasts,
Pinching tight peaks,
Biting lip through tests.

Love the link between,
Pebbled points and core,
Continue rolling and squeezing,
Until those tips are sore.

My hands stroke down,
Silky, soft, sensitive skin,
Between scalding, damp thighs,
With delectable thoughts of sin.

Wet, swollen lips encase,
Delicate folds drenched in silk,
Love’s glorious fuck button,
Begging for pleasure to milk.

My quiet sighs turn to pants,
As I tease and please and squeeze,
Hips becoming impatient,
Rise aloft to height of knees.

Pushing into my haven,
Fullness and tightness collide,
One, two, maybe three,
Wriggling, pressing inside.

Catch myself from moaning,
Spouse I wish not to wake,
Though his fingers are much better,
Best left for sleeps sake.

Both hands work together
Slipping, gripping and sliding,
Sending me into that trance,
Self pleasure, so inviting.

My thoughts, dark and twisty,
This fantasy is something new,
It’s luscious, sticky, and sadistic,
Oh, I doubt I’ll ever share with you.

But this dream pushes me,
Deep into a torrid trance,
As I swirl, twirl, knead and fuck,
In this pre-orgasmic dance.

I’m rising against the current,
Pressing upward into the sun,
Waves soothing and crashing,
Until the burn is finally done.

Lying back, calm my breath,
Glance toward my lover,
Clock tells me not to push,
There isn’t time for another.

Easy satisfaction had,
Release is so divine,
Thanks to my dark dreams,
The pleasure is all mine.

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‘Fascinating’ by RM91 on DeviantArt.com