“No, good girls wait to cum. You need to earn it. You aren’t needy enough yet. Don’t remove your toy from your clit. Don’t you dare cum.”
“But…Sir…” I whimper.
“But nothing, girl. You will wait.”
For a moment I almost take the wand off of my clit to give me a slight reprieve from its relentless vibrations.
“Don’t you dare remove that toy off of your clit. You are doing perfectly, My girl. Fight the urge to cum.”
Somewhere deep in my needy brain, I can hear the soothing tone of Your voice. You guide me back, centering myself back to the core. Soft moans and gasps escape from my throbbing lips. You drop Your voice to a mere whisper. “There’s My good girl. You’re doing so good. You are making me so very proud”
Your praise and the toy set me on edge. Deep in my lust filled brain, warning bells go off. But I cannot focus on them, the wand is urging me higher and harder. An agonizing whimper is pulled from my lips.
“I’m… I… Please?!”
You softly whisper in my ear, “Please what, My needy little fucktoy?”
“Please, I need to cum.”
“No… and don’t you dare take the toy off of your clit.”
“But…”
“No buts. You want to be My good girl, don’t you? You will be My good girl. You want to make Me proud. You want to please Me.”
I arch my neck and clench my teeth. The urge to orgasm nearly drives me over the edge. Your soft tone pulls me back, just barely.
“I am trying, Sir. I’m trying to be Your good girl.”
“Don’t remove the toy, don’t cum, My girl. You are not needy enough.”
“But, Sir.”
“Did you think that you wouldn’t have any consequences from teasing Me today, My girl?”
A gasp escapes my lips, “I hadn’t thought of consequences, Sir. I was feeling…”
“Feeling what, my little fucktoy?” You all but purr in my ear.
“I was feeling good.”
“Good? You are good…you are my good girl. But we are going to see how good My girl can be.”
“But…”
“You seem to like to question Me.”
“I ah…”
“Don’t cum, My girl. Don’t You fucking cum.”
I ache deep inside. Your strict tone almost pushes me over the edge. Moaning and gasping I barely keep from losing everything. My body arches against the bed, the wand never leaving my clit. Sweat is forming all over my body.
“You are Mine. All Mine. You are going to show Me how much of a good girl you can be.”
“I am a good girl, Sir.”
“Drop the speed to level two, My girl. I am going to talk with you and I want you somewhat coherent.”
Murmuring softly, I click the toy back to level two, my body slowly calms down a bit, “Yes, Sir.”
“Now, My girl, you are going to be punished for your bratty behavior and you are going to thank Me for it at the end. I am setting a timer for the duration of your punishment.”
“A timer? For what, Sir?”
“Since you were such a bratty girl and set me on edge all day. I am going to edge you for the next hour. You will not cum. You will do all of this for Me. To show me how good of a girl you can be. This will be one of the hardest things I will ask of you. But you WILL do this for Me.”
“I… I don’t know if I can, Sir. I don’t want to fail. I don’t want to disappoint You, Sir.”
“I won’t let you fail, My girl. You will do wonderfully. You are My good girl and you need to believe Me. I will not let you fail. Just listen to My voice, to My words, trust yourself, believe in Me.”
The toy teases me at a reasonably tolerable level. You whisper in my ear how proud You are of me, how beautiful I must look. How You can get lost in my eyes. Your voice and praise build me up, push me right up to the edge over and over again. Each time I get close to toppling over, You pull me back.
“You are doing so good, My girl. I know that this is very hard on you. I know that My good girl wants to cum. But you’re still not needy enough. You’re almost there, My girl. The time is almost up.”
“I can’t… I am… Please… I uhhhh.”
“Be My good girl. Good girls wait. And you are doing so well, My good girl.”
Your voice deepens and I can hear the breathy tone to Your voice. My heart skips a beat, my body tightens subconsciously.
“Sir… are You?”
“Am I what, My girl? Stroking my fat cock, listening to My girl edge herself for Me, for My pleasure?”
I whimper as I know that I am being a very good girl for You. I can hear You taking pleasure in my pleasure. The subtle sounds of Your breathing changing, Your voice deepening, the catch in Your throat.
“And why are you whimpering, My girl? Do you like knowing that I am stroking Myself listening to My good girl show me how good she can be?”
I gasp at Your words and moan. The sounds that You make, the edge of Your voice is almost my undoing. I almost lose myself as Your tone deepens even further. I am wound so tight, my body and my mind ache for release.
“Good girl, level three.”
“But…”
“Again, you’re questioning Me?! Should I add an additional thirty minutes to your almost completed hour?!”
“No, Sir.”
I flick the wicked toy to level three and almost lose my mind. Moaning deep in my throat, the toy sends me higher and higher. I bite my lower lip to keep myself from orgasming without Your permission.
“You are doing so well, My girl. You are making me so proud.”
“Please, Sir. I ache. I need to…”
“You need to what? Good girls ask nicely.”
“Please, I need to cum. I ache. Please?”
“Such a needy little fucktoy. Are you My needy little fucktoy?” You all but growl in my ear.
“Oh God! Yes! I am!”
“Say it.”
“I am Your needy little fucktoy.” I cry out.
“Good girl” You, all but purr in my ear. “Now, cum for me. Cum for Me right now!”
Your praise and command send me over the edge. Guttural screams are torn from my throat as my core tightens. I lose myself to Your words, to Your voice… To You.
“That’s My good fucking girl. Don’t you dare remove that toy from your clit.”
My body shakes and spasms as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me. I can feel my whole body all but shatter in millions of tiny pieces. My pulse pounds in my ears and sweat covers my entire body. I am floating.
“My God, you are fantastic. Don’t you dare remove that toy. Cum again for Me, My girl. Cum for Me. Don’t you stop until I say so.”
I hear Your voice catch just a bit. You push me further,, urging me on, my body responds so well to You. I whimper and moan, the toy sends my body shattering again. Whimpers, moans, and cries are ripped from my mouth. My body spasms and shakes, my fingers tear at the sheets as my toes curl. Wave after wave of pleasure overtakes me. The maddening toy still buzzing against my overly sensitive clit.
“There she is… My good fucking girl. How do you feel? Better?”
A small giggle escapes from my throbbing lips, “Very much so, I needed that. I needed You. How are You feeling?”
“I am rock hard and throbbing for My good girl.”
“You didn’t?”
“No, honey, I didn’t. I enjoyed listening to your pleasure. You pleased Me greatly, My good girl. You are such a fucking good girl. You are MY good girl.”
The wicked little toy is still buzzing on my clit as You praise me. I murmur and moan as I feel my body respond expertly to You.
“Again, My girl?”
“Mmmmhmmmm.” is all I can murmur. Words have escaped my brain and all I can do is feel.