submissive girl has multiple intense orgasms || bound intense clit torture
The Bound Submissive’s Commercial Break
by ShadowLurker
(Scene opens to a dimly lit room. A young woman, early 20s, long brown hair, flat on her back on an exam table, wrists and ankles bound by thick leather straps. She looks at the camera and licks her dry lips.)
Narrator (V.O.): “Meet our sexy submissive, Flick. She’s about to experience a ride she’ll never forget. And neither will you…”
(Enter Dominatrix Mistress, clad in tight black latex, whip in hand. She smiles wickedly as she circles the table.)
Mistress: “Mmm yes, you’re mine now, little one. To do with as I please. And I’ve got some very nasty things in store for this naughty body…”
(Flick whimpers and squirms, biting her lower lip. Mistress reaches between her legs, finding Flick’s bare pussy wet with anticipation.)
Mistress: “So eager… you are a filthy slut, hungry for more. Well, I’ll give you MORE than you can handle, you’ll be begggggin’ for Mercy by the end!”
(She produces a small, squirming mass of black silicone. A Hitachi wand, with an attachment that looks like a throbbing alien tentacle.)
Mistress: “Introducing… the Clit Tentacle! Watch it Pulsate and Undulate!”
(She turns it on, the toy emitting a deep bee-like buzz.) “Oh, it’s going to devour that slutty clit of yours. I think I’ll start at 10.”
(Mistress applies the Tentacle to Flick’s sensitive nub. The sub writhes as electric pleasure jolts through her nerves. Her head thrashes back and forth.)
Flick: “Aaahhhn! OhGOD! It’s tooMUCH! Mmmffff!”
(Her thighs quiver as the sensations become overwhelming. Her toes curl and uncurl, heels hammering the footrest. Her flat tummy undulates above the Martingale collar cinched tight around her slender neck.)
Mistress: “Scream for me, slut! Let your neighbors hear your harlot’s howls!”
(She hams up pretending to turn the knob higher. The buzzing intensifies.) “Mmm how abouuuuut 28? Yes. That should do it!”
(She continues the Clit Torment, varying pressure and position. Flick fucks the air, spreading her cunt with a vengeance. Juices squelch audibly, overtaking the buzz of the wand.)
Mistress: “Spreading like a cheap whore! Fron’ters, show us a full shot of the Clit Tentacle gorging on her throbbing Clit-flesh!”
(Suddenly, Flick arches her back as the strongest orgasm crashes through her. She convulses violently, eyes rolling back, vessels bulging in neck.)
Flick: “FUUUUUCK! YESSSS! FUCK FUCK nnnaaaagggHHH!”
(As the spasms subside, Flick is sudde’nly loose and languid, eyes half-lidded. SHe giggles and smiles vacuously, as if high on ecstasy. Her pussy continues to work itself leisurely, tangibly pulsating and fluctua’ting.)
Mistress: “Fast ovar’ Louisa, hit play on the pre’d soundscape!”
(A fave’ous piece of erotic music fills the auditory. Mistress, ever the Multi-Tasker, le’s go and wip’ down Flick’s face, neck and chest. She twistly savor’s every crevice, licking up the horizon’ sweat with lewd slurps and smacks.)
(Suddenly, Mistress presents Flick with a perfectly spherical object, wrapped in foil like Christmas candy. It’s a small ben-wah ball!)
Mistress: “Bet you’re wondering what this is? Well, like a famous author once said, ‘Always keep the customer guessing.'”
(Breaking custom, she taunts the ball infront of Flick’s face. The sub attempts to capture it between her lips.)
Mistress: “Aha! Not so fast, girl. Keep still or it’s going up your pooper! That was worth a DVD-era rim shot, dontcha think, folks?”
(Suddenly, with careful deftness, she uses one hand to spread Flick’s cuntlips wide open, then slowly and deliberately deposits the ballITY into her Who-oo! Flick shudders an whimpers cutely!) “Finally, something to stir up your bored little twat!”
(An almost electrical looking shudder passes through Flick’s body. SHe giggle-whimpers and bites her lip. SHe looks to be savoring some new benevolent stimulation from within her twat.)
Mistress: “A post-coital interview…”
(She snap’s Flick very close on the face) “Well? Did you love getting your clit ‘gobbled’ by an animatronic tentacle? Did it rock you’re world? How do you feel, right now in this moment?”
Flick: “…mmm I feel… relaxed and satisfied, yes, but also…tingly n nervous in my loins… My gen lactic f luches bmain Rollercoaster. it…”cl’imx…
Mistress: “The undeniable tremors…could it be? Afterglow dark sex, pr(r)oximal to another mind-blowing orgasm? Foll’ow: our sub’s relieved of her bonds!”
(Sudddl’ly Mistress undos the buckle and straps and Flick fall’s to the floor onto her knees! A bit of ‘a contveg for her to recover ergolzically! The ‘sshism-by-default c Cumberland the nest she downs. It’s a premise of the intended inquiring shock overt zed, but abstaining or totale communication occurs. Thank Goddess we have AN Ah, better! She drift’s eyes open and gazes about.’scatteringly! She gestur abl’ expresiellely that she’s itid!)
Flick: “Mmmnnnn yesss! M-more! (Panting heavy!) I need MORE, Mistress! Give me more! Please!”
(Without warning, Mistress visually retrieves a trio of large bullet vibrators! They look like sev’r small Atlantic blue marble! A red button atop each myself ends them! It’s trickish how she manages to simultaneously negate each! It comes off to oughs and gasps around her suppliers weekend virout!”
Mistress: “Well, well, what a needy little slut you are. Guess I’ll just have to…*”The passage backslashes indeterminately as the text trail expires.”
