Amazing Grace

My entire body felt exhausted. I needed this 'scene' to end, but without a safeword, I was unable to have any effect on it.

I felt completely used, and in ways I never wanted to experience.

My thoughts were cut off with the sound of loud vibrations.

"You have pleased me slave, you will be rewarded. But not fully," mistress said.

She placed the vibrating wand directly onto my sensitive, painful clit and brought me to the brink of orgasm. My breathing sounded like panting and my legs were shaking and I was about to explode into an earth shattering orgasm when the vibrations stopped and the wand was taken away.

I exhaled frustratingly and said "please, mistress. Please carry on."

"You are not nearly frustrated enough yet slave," she replied through a smirk.

She waited long enough that the feeling of an orgasm had gone and the vibrations started again. She placed the wand back onto my clit and made circular motions with it.

I was close to the brink so quickly and with my panting breath and shaking legs, she stopped. Again.

I let out a frustrated sigh but said nothing. I heard mistress giggle at my annoyance and when the feeling of an orgasm had gone, she started again.

She was edging me for what felt like hours, and I had been denied. Every. Damn. Time. I felt like I was going to explode. Every fibre of my being needed an orgasm to release this built up frustration.

"Well done slave. 30 minutes of non stop denial, I am going to give you a choice of punishment. Would you like 30 more minutes of this, or 20 more whips?" She asked through a smirk, knowing both options were horrible.

"No, mistress please. I can't manage either of those," I whimpered

"You will endure one of those options. If you don't choose, you will endure both," she said. She was enjoying this too much. I felt helpless.

"30 more minutes please mistress," I said through exhausted sobs.

"Excellent choice slave. But I should tell you, I will not be letting you cum. You will be left broken, begging, pleading and crying for me to let you cum. Understand?" She said wickedly.

"Yes mistress, I understand," I said with tears in my eyes.

Before continuing with her orgasm denial she spanked my expose pussy with her hand 5 times which stung incredibly.

"From now one slave, you will count how many times in this 30 minutes you could have cum but haven't," she said wickedly.

"Yes mistress," I replied miserably.

And as soon as I spoke she continued with her torment.

30 minutes had passed (I knew this, only because she set an alarm) and I was brought to think brink 43 times. I have never needed to cum more in my life. The sheer frustration and annoyance I felt was like no other.

"So, slave. 43 in 30 minutes, and we've been going an hour, we could probably assume I've edged you 86 times, I think we could push that to an even 100," she said through her smirk, and instantly the vibrating torture started again.

We finally hit 100. And I was ready to explode. Mistress walked away and left me tied naked to the bed longing for someone to touch me and let me cum.

Ages passed before mistress came back. Somehow she seemed even more stern.

"I am going to untie your hands and place them in handcuffs," she informed me as she started to untie me.

When my hands were cuffed together she untied my legs and flipped my onto my stomach. She entwined some rope around the handcuff chain and tied it to the headboard and had me on my knees with my ass in the air. I felt so incredibly humiliated, but weirdly, I quite liked the feeling.

"Your next punishment is about to begin. And I promise you, it will not be pleasant. Are you ready slave?" She hissed at me.

"Do I have a choice, mistress?" I replied sarcastically.

"No bitch, you do not. And the attitude has just gained you another punishment," she laughed after telling me this.

She took out the huge buttplug she had inserted hours ago and it felt amazing.

I felt the cold drips of lube back over my asshole and my heart sank. I wasn't into anal, and I was now in a position that gave her absolute access to my ass.

"Ready?" She asked. It was a rhetorical question because as soon as she said it I felt someone forced into my asshole. It was way smaller than the plug so I didn't hate it immediately. She pushed it in and pulled it out several times and twisted it around making my ass take as much as she wanted to put in, and suddenly the burning sensation took over.

"Mistress, my asshole is burning! Please take that out," I asked trembling.

"Taking it out will not make the pain stop. This is called figging. You have a peeled ginger root shoved in your tight asshole and now, I'm going to whip your ass. You have a choice to make. If you clench, it will burn more, if you don't, you take the full force of my whip," she said laughing wickedly. "I am looking forward to this slave," she finished.