Well seeing as there have been so many great pictures posted lately, I thought I would mix things up a little. I know Miss Della get's a little tired of seeing so many pictures and no chit chat. So here's a story, oh and don't worry edge fans, there will be a couple of pictures along the way....
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Sweet Honey
The sensations were growing in him, it was agony, his cock was harder than it had ever been before, bound so tightly at the base, it was throbbing, the skin felt so tight on his exposed head, she was lightly circling her finger around it, her long finger nails scratching slightly against the sweet spot now and then.
He was tied to a St. Andrews cross, his legs spread and his arms bound above his head, she had hung two clover clamps from his nipples looped onto little weights that tugged on his sore little nubs.
His balls were bound in a parachute, which was also weighed, more heavily than the nipples. This tugged them down painfully.
She was crouched down toying with his painfully hard cock, she was beautiful, swathed in a green latex dress, her dark red hair, cascading in ringlets down her shoulders, her deep eyes a wonderful shade of green. Her long legs seemed painted with black latex; which reached just above the knee not quite meeting the hem of her dress. He looked down at her with pleading eyes, his mouth forced open by a shiny red ball gag.
She didn’t even look up, just stroked his cock head with one finger. Lightly gliding it over the swollen red head, that felt as if it would burst, each time she ran her long fingernail across its sensitive skin. In a way he was glad she had lubed his cock, but it was a double-edged sword, the lube contained an agent that heightened the sensitivity of the skin. Each touch was almost agonising, but intensely pleasurable at the same time.
She looked up at him and grinned, “I bet you’re desperate to come hard for me aren’t you, instead of me making you just dribble them out.”
She had already ruined ten orgasms, which made his cock ache all the more, how did she know when he was about to come, she had got him right to the edge every time and held it, how did she know?
She began stroking up and down the shaft, slowly, teasingly, he screamed into his gag, the moans echoing through the playroom, tears running down his cheeks, he couldn’t take much more. She just continued to stroke, in fact he thought she was doing it even slower than before.
Despite the pace of her touch, he could feel the need to cum growing in him, this only made him more sensitive, he was getting close. And just as every time before, as soon as he reached the edge, she switched to using one finger, she rubbed it gently across the sweet spot on the underside of the head, forcing him to ride that edge, each second felt like an eternity, his heart thundered in his chest, then, one scratch with her finger nail, hard and deep, the sensation in his bound cock, sent him just over the edge, her hand shooting away, letting the cum dribble out, not giving him enough to make him orgasm.
He moaned loudly, evermore tears streaking down his cheeks. The last little dribble of cum trickled out of the end of his engorged member. How many more would she ruin, he would do anything just for her to stop, his desperate need for an orgasm after three months locked in his chastity belt was nothing compared to this, he would gladly just swap that to make her swap, he would go back in the cage for another six months. He had closed his eyes, unable to take in so many sensations. When he opened them she was gone. He hung from his wrist bonds, no longer able to support himself, now literally crucified, exhausted and desperately in need for release.
Minutes passed, each one seemed like an hour, time for him passing so slowly, his poor cock, still bound, the blood unable to escape from it due to the tight bondage at it’s base, it was incredibly red now.
He closed his eyes, and tried to focus on a single thought, trying to calm himself, to forget about the pain in his balls, and the sting of the clamps on his nipples.
Suddenly she was beside his face, she moved so quietly he didn’t know she was there until she kissed his cheek.
“If you want to close your eyes, maybe I should blindfold them…”
With that she wrapped latex bondage tape around his eyes, blindfolding him.
He felt something cold against the head of his cock, then more tape, binding whatever it was to him, it was held right on the sweet spot, he had a feeling he knew what it was. As it hummed into action his fears were confirmed, a bullet vibe, slowly the vibrations increased, and he was pretty sure it was now at its highest setting.
He felt another delicate kiss caress his tear soaked cheek.
“Night my little pet, you can cum as many times as you like.”
She pulled a lever that tilted the cross back, allowing him some respite from his bonds, and loosened the rope on his cock slightly, she would never put him in risk, he knew that and trusted her implicitly.
Then, she was gone, and he was left alone, the vibrations from the bullet like a million hammers pounding against his most sensitive piece of flesh. He was close to cumming, and cumming hard, the feelings built inside him, until the orgasm caused every neuron in his body to fire at once, he felt the warm wet splash of cum up his body and face…. Then everything was gone. All the sensations the pain, the pleasure, the cold air against his sweat covered body, the thundering vibrations; all reduced to nothing.
*****
He opened his eyes, sunlight streamed through an open window, he was in a country kitchen, he could smell bed baking, the strong smell of yeast and honey in the air, he tried to get up but he seemed to be welded to a kitchen chair his hands on the table in front of him, fingers out stretched. He heard a buzzing sound, and saw a large bumblebee darting around the room, getting closer and closer to him. It landed on a patch of spilt honey on the table just in front of him, it’s tiny legs scrambling around on the sticky liquid, it took off again, the buzzing still there all the time, and landed on his hand, he saw the stinger get ready to penetrate his skin, angry sharp, barbed. Then again he was gone.
*****
He felt something strike him, sting him, and heard a loud buzzing. Suddenly all the sensations came flooding back. The vibe, the clamps, the parachute, a shiver went through his naked flesh.
“No passing out slut, your going to lay there and feel each and every one of the orgasms that vibe rips out of you, and don’t worry about the batteries, it runs off the mains, it can go on all night”
He whimpered into the gag, and tried desperately to take himself back to the kitchen, alas, his Mistress would not let that happen again…
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars - Oscar Wilde
Wow Banquo, that was a wonderful story! Thank you for your sharing your admirable skills with us.
I feel ashamed to follow that post! All I have to offer is a quick report. Vert, the Goddess herself, said I should start from my post. I have been unable to find time for a week or so because of work, but I have caught up now!
To follow up, how about some really random stuff...
Enjoy the last 60 seconds folks.
Jas?
Oh Bambi.
Nanananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananana *takes a breath* nananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananananana.
BATMAN!!!!!!!!!!!
Aaaaand I'm spent.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars - Oscar Wilde