Anticipation of pleasure or punishment

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shinini
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Anticipation of pleasure or punishment

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(Just some thoughts which came into my mind when watching this GIF and thinking about it:
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She lay there in anticipation. She had opened her legs as wide as she could. She was craving for him to begin, for the touch of the vibrator, hoping that at the end of today's session, she would be relieved from her horniness.

Her sex drive had always been very high. When she was still a free lady, she came at least twice a day, most of the times more often. She never could imagine to last as little as 24 hours without making herself orgasm hard. But these days were long gone. She had not just to image how it felt to be denied, but enduring it in real life.

No matter what: She always was denied throughout the complete week. Only on Saturday night, the moment of pleasure or punishment would come. It was dead simple: If she had been a good girl and he was happy with her he would give her a tremendous orgasm. If not, he would punish her.

However hard she tried, she was never able to find even the slightest sign or hint in his behaviour whether she was satisfied this week with her or not. Whether he would reward or punish her. Whether he would make her cum or not.
All she could do was lying there in anticipation. The anticipation alone made her breath heavily. He hadn't touched her yet at all. But she was already so horny. If not for the ties, her hands would find their way to her slit immediately, caressing and rubbing bring her to that sweet relief she was denied for seven long days now. But she couldn't, because she was tied up. All she could do was waiting.

He would edge her a few times anyway. She liked some light edging. When she was still a free girl, she had always edged a few times, before making herself cum. It made every orgasm so much better and intense. However, there was a big difference to those past times: Back then, she was sure that the relief, the relaxation after building the tension would come. Now she couldn't know. And that would made her more and more anxious with every edge he gave her. The amount of edges he gave her before he would allow her to climax varied: Sometimes only three, sometimes nine, often she had already lost count when the orgasm was finally shaking through her body. But there was a point, when the edges were no longer part of her reward, but of her punishment.
Thus, with each edge, not only her horniness grew bigger and bigger, but also her fear: Could it really be that he gave her so many edges to make her orgasm more intense, because she had been such a good girl – or was he already punishing her for being a horny bratty slut during the week? She always tried to fight the latter assumption as long as she could, trying to delude herself. But when the realisation would finally hit her, she would always start to cry and beg. And that was when her punishment really started.

He would edge her pussy mercilessly. He would take full advantage of the fact that she was tied and hadn't cum in seven days to give her the most evil mixture of states: horny and helpless. Because she was helpless he could bring her to the verge of orgasm, stop and repeat that process however often he wanted, making her hornier and hornier with every cycle. She would try in vain to fight her restrains, she would beg for mercy, and he would continue to draw away the vibrator which gives her sensitive pussy so sweet sensations which never ended in a climax.

He would only stop when she was nearly fainting. Till then, he never had spoken any word. Now, his sentence was always the same: “Oh, my dear, you seam a little bit exhausted? Why not relax while watching a video?”

She hated his ironic voice. Since she knew exactly what was in store for her and that is was by no means relaxing.

There was a big screen right above her for that very purpose: Showing her her last orgasm. He always filmed their sessions. And he knew the effect of seeing herself climax had on her when she lying there, helplessly, horny as hell, and knowing that her next orgasm was at least seven days away.

She always nearly died from jealousy, when she watched her own breath becoming more and more heavy, being lightly edged the same way she was today about one hour ago. Knowing that back then at a certain point the vibrator was not drawn away and her past me had experienced the very feeling she was craving now and was denied so cruelly. Seeing herself squirming in lust and at the end, the expression of her face turning from horniness to that of this special misty-eyed beatitude one only has after an intensive satisfying orgasm. It never failed to make her cry. She hated every move she did back then when she was allowed to cum.

But there was more to it than jealousy: raw fear.

More often that not it could get even worse. If during the past week she had been an extraordinary bad girl, even at that point. he wasn't satisfied with her punishment yet.

In an even more ironic and sarcastic voice he would say: “I think, you did not pay enough attention. I will make sure you really … feel … the emotions of this video.”

And he would keep his promise. He would connect an electrode to each of her inner thighs and make her re-watch the video. The electroshock device was connected to the sound track of the video, intensity and length of the shocks being determined by the volume of the audio. Every moaning in the video would result in pain in real life. The louder she had moaned or screamed the harder the pain she endured now. Thus, for every wave of pleasure her past me had received, she was now punished severely. The sweetest feelings at the time she had been a good girl resulted in the worst pain when she had been bad. Because it was the second cycle of watching she would often knew a few seconds beforehand when a big moan of pleasure or a scream of lust would escape her cute mouth. Knowing beforehand what was in store for her made things even worse: She so much hated herself for enjoying her orgasm, for moaning and screaming so loud!

But while laying there in anticipation, she knew for sure: If, oh yes IF, today was pleasure day and she was to be rewarded with the sweetest of rewards – then, there was no way she could help that these sweet sounds of pleasure would come out of her lustful body.
Last edited by shinini on Tue Aug 23, 2022 4:11 am, edited 2 times in total.
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