Tonight we're going to play a new game. You're going to get hard for me, and after I bind your hands to the headboard, I'm going to straddle you, with your cock inside me.
And I'm not going to move. There won't be any thrusting. None of the friction you'll crave, and no release.
But I'm going to come. Oh yes, I certainly will. And between the moments where I clench and moan around your cock, I'm going to hurt you. There will be pinches, and slaps, and clothespins, and the mean little rubber flogger, and if things go on long enough maybe we'll even get to that cunning little dagger that you're so afraid of.
The object of the game is to see how many times I come before you start to beg me to move on your cock. You will be counting my orgasms, and there will be a penalty if you lose count. If I get to ten, maybe I'll actually let you come tonight.
Shall we begin?
2 comments:
What a lovely little game. I sincerely hope you don’t have any Copyright!
Please inform me about the "outcome".
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ritemate
On the game? No, just the words. Enjoy!
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