chastity, denial, erotica, femdom, femsub, marriageconsultant, nsfw, writing
THE second PART OF MY EROTIC NOVELLA, THE MARRIAGE CONSULTANT, A STORY ABOUT A RELATIONSHIP COACH THAT USES SOME… ALTERNATIVE TECHNIQUES.
All the parts of this story can be found here.
Gina got straight to work, cleaning me up and zapping errant hairs with the handheld electrolysis machine. I loved being completely bare down there, especially when I had a hand or a tongue to explore…
I groaned without meaning to, softly pulling on my restraints.
“Tsk. We haven’t even started yet.” Gina looked at me, eyebrows raised. “Just a few more minutes here, then we can move on.”
My breath quickened. I didn’t know if I was anxious or excited, or both. Her touch was so soft, it felt so good. I tried to shift so her delicate finger could graze over my lips, but she was too quick, pulling away before I could get any sensation where I wanted it.
“Alexis.” Her voice was stern. “Stop it, now. You know better. I need to finish this.”
I wanted to cry already. “I’m sorry ma’am… it’s just…” I trailed off, knowing it wouldn’t do me any good.
“Shh, now.” It amazed me how she could oscillate between her tender soothing voice and her wicked witch voice. “Stay still for me.”
I let out a forceful breath, like Lamaze breathing. I tried to quiet my mind, which was running a mile a minute, imagining all the things I’d like her to be doing to me right now. In and out, in and out. I managed to stay still except for the unconscious clenching of my cunt.
Eventually, she finished the cleanup and put her tools away. She grinned down at me. “Ready for the fun part?” She rummaged in a drawer behind her, pulling out a small rabbit vibrator.
“Oh, gods, yes.” Well, sort of.
Yes, I wanted the vibrator. But I also knew how this was going to end for me.
It wasn’t going to be, as they say, a happy ending. It never was.
Gina turned on the vibrator to its lowest setting, and gently touched the left side of my clit.
I purred with contentment at the return of those familiar feelings. It was a precious few seconds, though, before I felt the pleasant sensations begin to build into a beautiful orgasm. I’m not sure what Gina was watching for — my breathing, my muscles? My pussy contracting? — but she pulled away the vibrator just at the edge of my orgasm. I groaned, feeling the dull pain of my first edge of the day.
She gave me some time to recover and then began again. I lost count after thirty edges with the rabbit, when each orgasm build-up came quicker. She was cruelly attentive, because no matter how close I got, she never sent me over that edge.
My brain had become simply a dull white space where my thoughts should have been. I could think of nothing but the constant ebb and flow of build-up and denial, again and again.
And then she began to whisper to me, very close so I could feel her breath on the side of my neck. The different sensation brought me a little closer to reality, where I had a very powerful need which she was denying me. “Do you want to cum, Alexis?” She turned the vibrations up.
“Yes, please…”
“Tsk, tsk. Forgetting our manners so easily.” The vibrations stopped.
“I’m sorry, ma’am… I’m sorry. Please, please let me cum…” Vibrations returned. I let out my breath, trying to enjoy them.
She gently blew along the curve of my neck. “I’m not so sure.” The vibrations stopped.
a groan escaped my throat, and i shivered with the closeness of pleasure.
I knew that she would play this game for hours, if she wanted. We had spent more time together, with me begging and in tears, then I cared to remember.
Other than these hours we spent together, me bound and her denying me orgasm over and over again, she was a perfectly lovely assistant. It was really only on these days… it was almost like she enjoyed watching me suffer.
She liked to watch me suffer. Of course! Why had it taken me so long to realize? Months, we had been doing this. Dumb slut, I thought.
The tambre of my mind changed immediately. “Please,” I said softly, “Please…”
“Please, what?” her voice was like syrupy venom.
“Please… ma’am. Please, make me… suffer for you.” The last words still came out too quickly. I was a little embarrassed, in spite of myself.
I looked away as much as my bounds allowed, not wanting to meet her gaze. Had I looked, I could have watched a deeply satisfied and frightening smile slowly spread across her face. “Ooh, I like that plan.” She paused, apparently thinking. “How should I make you suffer, do you think, Alexis?”
The vibrations began again as she touched the rabbit very lightly to my pussy. It didn’t take much; I was soon breathing shallow breaths, hurtling toward the sweet, forbidden orgasm. “Please, don’t make me cum!” I almost sobbed.
“Well, that’s quite a different story than you were telling me a minute ago. So are you a liar, as well as a little whore, too, now?” Her voice was suddenly intoxicating.
“No, I’m sorry, ma’am… I just…” I started to cry as she pulled the vibrator away, melting away my orgasm.
“Well, I know I can’t beat you. You get off on that, you ridiculous slut. So how should you suffer for me, then? Though, to be honest, I do enjoy this little game of ours.” The vibrator returned again, then vanished just as quickly. I hardly had any time to build up to an edge properly, which frustrated me even more.
“Please! Oh god… Gina, please.”
Gina clucked at me. “Bad girl, forgetting her manners again. Shall I get your panties, then?”
I groaned, closing my eyes. “Yes, ma’am.”
She gently unfolded herself from her kneeling position and went to retrieve a pair of white cotton panties from a nearby drawer. I didn’t resist her threading one of my legs through the hole, then another. Gina pressed the vibrator across my panty-clad lips, eliciting a dulled groan from me. I knew that, in time, I would be just as sensitive as if I were bare.
Up and down, on and off. The vibrations were a never-ending roller coaster on my pussy, never allowing me the release I both craved and fought. A second and third pair of panties found their way onto my body at points that I didn’t quite remember, both resulting in the same dulling and sensitivity build-up as before. My mind was beyond comprehension, consisting of a mess of biological craving and gray static.
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