It is a few weeks later when I receive a text from you, inviting me to a party you are throwing. Just seeing that I have a text from you gives me an instant erection, as I remember the two weeks of sensual torment you put me through on a whim. I swallow hard, and say I shall try to be there. You text back saying that if I do show up, you will make it worth my while.
So, I show up at the party. Lots of people, but no one’s falling down drunk or stoned out of their mind. Yet. Parties aren’t really my thing, but an invite from you is not something a person turns down. And while I don’t recognize anybody, the atmosphere seems decent. I say hi to a few people, and work my way through the crowd.
Within a few minutes, I find you, chatting among some friends. You spot me, and break away for a moment, coming up to me. I’m about to say something, but you hug me and kiss me deeply. Your tongue probes my mouth, and my cock turns hard as steel. You press yourself fully against me, slightly grinding against my erection. I feel light headed for a moment and my knees wobble. You finally break the kiss, leaving me gasping slightly. “Glad you could come,” you say.
“Th-thanks for the invite…” I reply, a little breathlessly.
“Anytime,” you say with a smile. You step back. That’s when I notice the room temperature is suddenly a bit cooler. And that my erection is suddenly free.
I look down, and jump, causing my dick to bounce. I am completely naked. I look up at you and open my mouth to demand what’s going on, even as I move to cup myself. However, instead, my arms stretch out, my mouth clamps shut, and I feel myself elevated a foot off the ground as my legs spread. I look around and jerk my arms in a panic, but then I notice several other people, men and women, rising up from the crowd. They are likewise naked, bound spread eagle in mid-air, and look embarrassed or panicked.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the last of our entertainment is finally here,” you call out. The other party goers, still clothed, all clap and cheer, some laughing. “You may play with them as much as you want. Don’t worry about hurting them, I’ve toughened them up quite a bit. And don’t worry about them finishing; they’ll be super horny all night and they won’t be able to cum no matter what. At the end of the night, we get to vote on who gets to cum.”
I look to you a bit fearfully. You just wink and grin, and I feel a tingling sensation travel along my cock. I suddenly can feel even the slightest bit of air displacement, and I realize you’ve made my cock extremely sensitive. You then go off to observe how you’re other pets are played with.
I try to struggle, but jerk as I feel a soft, but firm hand grasp me. A girl I don’t know has grabbed my cock and is lightly stroking me. It feels incredible, better than any hand job should. Another girl steps up, and she smiles wickedly. She extends her hand, palm out to the top of my penis head. I shake my head, my eyes widened, but she just giggles, as she swirls her palm around my penis head. I let out a loud groan and try to curl up as my now extremely sensitive penis head is tormented by her simple touch. Another hand, from behind, reaches around and cups my balls, squeezing and rolling them gently. My penis jerks in their grip, already attempting to orgasm, but of course, it’s futile.
Soon, the hands on my genitals are replaced with mouths, and then more hands begin to roam over my body. They tickle my sides, pinch and play with my nipples, caress my chest and back, grab and squeeze my ass. Everything feels so good, my body is shaking from the sensory overload. I feel myself lowered down, still spread eagle, but now I am lying flat. Two girls begin to lick and nibble at my neck and earlobes, then purr in unison right into my ears. I let out a helpless cry as the stereo purring seems to reverberate through my brain, entrancing me, blowing away my mind.
Then, as the purring continues, driving me as mad as the pleasure, I feel someone spread my ass checks, and a slim finger works its way slowly into me. I buck and cry as the invasion feels strange, but then, the finger explores me a bit, and locates my prostate. My world goes white and I scream.
The rest of the evening, straight through to morning, is a blur of maddening rapture. All I know is the pleasure, shaking me to my very soul, unable to escape, unable to fight back, my only protest being useless tugs at my invisible bonds, and the gibberish spilling from my mouth.
When I finally regain some of my senses, I am kneeling with the other playthings in a circle, with you standing nude in the middle. We are alone with you in your bedroom, all of us bowed down until our noses nearly touch the floor. You turn to each of the others, and they kiss your toes, thanking you profusely. When they seem to have pleased you with their expressions of gratitude, they suddenly shake violently, and let out ragged gasps. Semen explodes from the men’s cocks and fluid gushes from the women’s pussies.
I’m the last, and I look up to see you smiling, eyes half closed, utterly drunk on the sex, pleasure, and worship. You extend your foot, and I kiss your toes, mumbling my thanks. I feel a warm, wet pressure squeeze around my cock, and I let out a gasp. I feel a phantom pressure within me, against my prostate and I let out a cry, jerking. But I don’t cum.
Tears in my eyes, I look up at you, and you laugh. You leave me writhing on the floor as you dismiss your other playthings, letting them limp and stagger off to collect their clothes. Most of them look at me with pity, though a few with jealousy.
You sit on the edge of the bed and watch me for a while. I roll onto my back, my hips bucking upward as I try to fuck the phantom pressure on my cock. The warm, wet, tight sensation slowly slides up and down on my cock, but my thrusting makes no difference in the tempo.
“Oh, goddess!” I cry. “Goddess, please!”
You laugh a bit. Then, you spread your legs, and you reach down and touch yourself. I know you could just think yourself to pleasure and orgasm, but this is more fun for you, to torment me with your masturbation. You take your time, making me watch as you rub yourself to orgasm, even as your power makes me suffer. When you’re done, you yawn, and snap your fingers.
I stop moving, and lay spread eagle, stiff as a board, paralyzed in place. I can’t even make a sound, my eyes are stuck closed. All I can do is breathe and lightly whimper. But the sensations don’t stop. In fact, they increase, the pleasure slowly swelling within me, exceeding human tolerance.
“In the morning, I’ll let you cum,” you say sleepily. Then you laugh. “Well, I guess it is morning. So, make that the afternoon. But hey, this way, I won’t forget about you like last time.” You pause. “Well, probably.” Then you slide under the covers and drift to sleep, the sound of my ragged breath and pleading whimpers lulling you sleep.
Just A Little Scene: You My Goddess 3
Re: Just A Little Scene: You My Goddess 3
Great story as always.