Erotica: Damned if you do

A submissive edge slut gets to play a special orgasm denial game at a party.

It was her birthday.

Mister was so good to her, letting her edge herself all day. By the time everything was set up for the party, she was desperate to cum. A needy little mess.

He clipped the leash to her collar and led her to the middle of the great room. There, in the middle of the floor, was a machine.

Her eyes got wide.

It was a fucking machine. Two dildos and a hitachi, with a selection of other vibrators sitting neatly on the table next to it. She could feel her eyes dilate, looking at it.

She was so close.

“I’ve got a special surprise for your birthday, slut,” he said.

She looked up at him, kneeling. “Yes, Sir?” She stole a glance at the machine.

He smiled at her. “Yes, darling. You’ll get to ride the machine as long as you can. Does that sound fun?”

“Yes Sir!” She grinned, bouncing on her thighs.

“Good. I want to make sure my girl has a nice birthday.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“But this isn’t the surprise,” he said. “Do you want to see the real surprise?”

A wave of nervousness washed over her. “Umm, yes Sir.”

Now it was his turn to grin. He produced a metal chastity belt, and it gleamed in the soft afternoon sunlight. A cute little lock decorated the front panel, unlatched. “Do you know this is, doll?”

She nodded, her cunt convulsing, thinking about being locked, helplessly, in the belt. Totally under his control.

Fuck, it made her so hot. She squirmed.

But she was so close to orgasm already — she could feel the ache deep in her core. There would be no chance of cumming if she were locked in that belt. Her breath came in small, terrified bursts.

She needed to cum.

His grin widened, watching the emotions flow over her face. “Don’t you like it?”

“Sir, I’m so horny. Please, that would make me lose my mind.”

“Mmm,” he said, thinking. “A desperate, mindless little whore for me to use. Think of all the things you’d agree to do.”

She blushed. “… Yes, Sir. Please, I’m already so close.”

Secretly, the thought of being his denied little sex toy made the ache in her body into a throbbing, wet need.

“Well, why don’t we play a little game, then?” he asked, setting the belt down on the table.

She shivered. His games were always cruel.

“We’ll set you up on this fucking machine, fill up your holes. The Hitachi will be right there on your swollen little clit. Do you think that would feel good?”

“…. Yes, Sir.” Just thinking about it was inching her closer to cumming.

“Good, I hope so. I’ll let you ride the machine while the party goes on, and if you can keep from cumming until everyone leaves, then I won’t make you lock the belt on yourself.”

Her mouth dropped open. That would be impossible!

He continued. “But if you’re a greedy, uncontrolled cum slut, then… hmm.” He made a show of weighing the consequences. “Let’s say, a week in the belt for every orgasm you have.”

“A week?” she whispered. Her clit ached with need.

“Yes, darling. Show me what a good edge slut you can be, or I’m going to be enjoying only your mouth for a long time.” He smiled at her, petting her hair.

She leaned into that touch, smiling back. This would be a losing game, but she loved losing his games. “Yes Sir.”

“Good girl. I’ll leave the rest of these vibrators right here, in case our guests want to tease you themselves.”

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