I am panting, struggling for a steady breathing motion that will never come. My muscles strain, tugging and pulling and jerking in spasms of primal lust. A gleam of perspiration coats my perfect skin, dripping beneath me in a slow, steady flow. Worse of all, my clit is painfully erect, glowing with an angry red color as it is teased and teased and teased without relief. Hours upon hours of torment and struggle.
Brittany is training me to perform a new trick. My legs, due to weeks of flexibility training, can now be pulled back behind my shoulders. My wrists are pulled around my legs and secured by a length of rope behind my back. Each of my ankles is tethered to a 10-foot length of rope, which are secured to the walls on either side of me, preventing any lateral motion. The only thing that I can move is my head, which is the evil purpose of this training.
My owner (I have come to realize that she now owns me, no matter how much I hate that fact) has not allowed me to cum for four days now. She has teased me relentlessly. I have been begging and shaking with need without mercy. Now this Friday evening she methodically ties me in this position and starts to tease my clit to a powerful level of excitement. She knows that I am most accommodating and submissive to her demands when I am pulsing with need and insanely frustrated.
She brings me to the brink of orgasm, then pulls back. She then brings be to the edge again, the backs off. I grunt and moan and beg, but to no avail. Over and over and over, using vibrators, feathers, fingers and other tools at her immediate disposal. Then she stops and allows me to catch my breath. Once I am settled a bit, she runs her soft fingers along my legs and explains what this is about.
"As my sex toy, I need you to expand your talents and provide entertainment for my friends. You are going to learn how to lick and suck your own clit. As an incentive, the only way you will find relief from the orgasm you so desperately want right now is to use your mouth and tongue. Until you can find a way to reach, I will occupy my time by keeping your clit throbbing and ready for you. Despite the great improvements in your flexibility over the past month, I know that you are not at the point of performing as I require. We will work several hours each day, for as many days as it takes. You will not cum until you can bring yourself off. And even then, we will continue training until you can consistently bend down and suck yourself off."
I can't believe what she is asking me to do. She has already turned me into a slut, a sex toy to be wound up and wound up without any release. But now she wants me to be a cunt-sucking slut to myself, erasing even more dignity (whatever I have left).
She starts again with that fucking feather to tease my clit, sending jolts of need throughout my body. Using all of my strength, I pull with my arms and arch my head down to reach my crotch. My head is about 3 1/2 inches from the top of my vagina. I muster all of my strength and pull even harder. I get another 1/2 inch closer. Extending my tongue, I am about 1 1/2 inches away from the tip of my clit. Yet no matter how much I try, I can't get any closer. Exhausted, I fall back and rest.
Yet her incessant manipulation of my clit has me screaming with need. Driven by my brain, which is now centered in my clit, I try again. And again. And again. Without success.
Every 30 minutes or so Brittany stops and feeds me water through a straw. Then she starts anew. She runs her hands all over my body, making me feel so good. She repeatedly tweaks my nipples. And she continues her expert manipulation of my pussy. I cry from the pure frustration and humiliation. By the time this session is over five hours later, I can get my tongue about 3/4 inch from my clit. But not close enough.
She unties me and slowly helps me unfold from this position. Once I have stretched the cramps and kinks out, she orders me to crawl up the stairs to my bedroom. She ties me face up in a spread eagle position, locking cuffs to my wrists and ankles and pulling them until I am stretched tight. "Don't go anywhere,' she chirps mockingly as she strolls out of the room.
Though I know I can't get loose, my frantic need to find some relief has me tugging hard at my restraints. I stop when I hear her returning. She smiles as she glances at my panting chest and damp forehead let me know that my struggles where not a secret.
She sets a tray of food on the bed and props my head up with pillows so she can feed me. I am used to this now from being fed repeated meals while bound in one demonic position after another. Brittany takes her time to feed me. At these times, she is tender and loving, as if nurturing her favorite puppy. More importantly, I suck up the attention like water to a sponge. I feel intense, yet conflicting feelings of love and disgust that are battling for my soul. Each day, the she wins a little bit more ground.
My face is wiped clean and she sets the trey on the floor. She coaxes my mouth open and inserts bit gag in mouth. "I want you to watch me, slut. Pay close attention to what you are missing out on," she said as she leaves the bed.
Brittany starts a slow strip tease, peeling off her clothes in a very sensuous way. I think about turning away, but I know I would be punished for displeasing my owner and I am now up to 42 lashes. So I watch her young, tight, sexy body as she undulates her hips. Slowly her blouse is unbuttoned, revealing a sexy turquoise lace demi-bra that is set beautifully on her flawlessly tanned skin (we both have been tanning on the new tanning bed she ordered me to purchase several weeks ago).
