The Game
Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 2:44 am
This is my side of the story, the beginning of our game. The day that started with a simple teasing and ended with a game which I now beg to last forever.
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I have been waiting.
Sitting here, naked, in front of my screen for my master to arrive. I have performed my duties for the day and I know he will want me to recount them to him in explicit detail.
From the moment I wake my teasing starts. Ben wa balls in my pussy, stopwatch in hand I reach one hand to my clit. Oh god I am still wet from last night. Instantly I feel it, waves of pleasure wanting to overtake me. I have to calm down or I won’t make it, but then I am there on the edge. I click my stopwatch and watch the time tick away, trying to will it to move faster. I have to stay on the edge for one minute and this is just the first one.
One minute up, I lay there, still, hands on my thighs. One more minute passes and I start again. Sliding my fingers through my slit and sinking them into my pussy I moan softly as I rub my clit with my thumb. I let myself go, fully reveling in the moment. I feel it coming again. The second time I must stay on edge for a minute and a half, no slowing down, no cumming. Oh god! I am on the edge, I click the stopwatch. I want to cum! My legs are shaking, I am telling myself “Master has forbade it!” as my time is up.
One minute to calm myself before I start again.
I love how wet my pussy gets. I love serving my Master. There is no greater pleasure than to bring him happiness in which ever way he desires, be it my pain or my pleasure. That thought alone drives me to the edge a third time. So hard to last two minutes! I envision him standing over me, clover clamps attached to my nipples, the chain in his hand as he pulls it mercilessly, smiling as I scream out in pain, whipping my tits over and over commanding me to stay on edge. I don’t dare slow down, I don’t dare cum. I feel like I am about to burst, I can’t hold it anymore!...and my time is up. I lay there quivering, out of breath, so incredibly horny, I want to cum so bad. But I must go to work leaving the ben wa balls in to tease me as I work all day. Hearing them jingle, feeling them vibrate…god, can anyone else hear them?!
It is the longest day.
And now I am home, horny as all hell, naked and waiting for my master. I have my toys ready, Master should never have to wait for me. !He is home! My heart skips a beat, I feel the excitement growing in me… a mixture of fear and awe. I am instantly dripping wet. I want to touch so badly. But I sit as still as I can, nothing moving except my hands to type, until he calls and once again I am lost in the sound of his voice permeating every part of my head, in every thought, in every breath.
Master wants to play a game. Oh! I like games! Yes please Master! I beg you, play a game with me? He laughs sadistically, sending chills up my spine (how I LOVE that laugh!) as he explains the rules of the game. He sends me a link. I am intrigued…I have to roll dice. Six dice, each with ten sides, five rolls, total the rolls. He asks me the total. 166 I say. Again he begins to laugh. Now I am a bit distressed…166 of what I wonder? I am told to select a box that says show calendar. I do it. The date is March 21st. My heart sinks as he tells me I will not be cumming until March 21st, but that isn’t all. I will be teased and brought to edge daily over and over, and when I am not on edge I will have things to remind me, little touches, ben wa balls, a chain through my pussy, a ball pressing gently against my clit.
For the next 3 hours He brings me to the edge, over and over, employing the use of various dildos, vibrators, clips, clamps, ropes and chains. Playing my emotions like his personal symphony. I am reduced to animal lusts. I want to cum. I want to touch. I beg my Master not to stop. I cry when he tells me to stop. I fervently thank him when he allows me to start again. I cannot make up my mind…I beg him as I am on edge to allow me to cum. I want to cum so much I can’t stand it. Then I find myself begging at the top of my lungs for him to stop…Please don’t let me cum Master! Make me STOP! I BEG YOU!
I am so tired. I am drained. I beg for it to stop. Master tells me I have one more task I must complete. If I succeed I will be allowed to stop and go to sleep without the ben wa balls in. My task is to fuck my pussy with a vibrator—2000 strokes. I may at no time cum. I may only pause a moment to stop myself from cumming, and only for a moment. If I do pause I must round down to the nearest hundred and start again from there, and I must count aloud. My master dictates the speed in which I fuck my pussy. I start deep and slow counting the strokes.
It feels too good I do not make it to the first hundred with out a pause. How am I going to make it to 2000!? I start over. I barely make it past one hundred before I have to stop again. That was so close! Over and over I am counting sometimes making it to the next hundred before I can not hold it any longer and must stop, sometimes getting so close and failing stopping before the next hundred. Each time I fail I am more distressed, I hear how my distress and whimpering and crying excites my master and I myself become even more excited. I lose count. I cannot remember where I am! Was it 1,600? 1,800? Oh my god! Please! No! I pause in my counting, Master knows why. He always knows. He demands that I tell him the count. I cry I cannot remember. He demands an answer. I say 1,600. He tells me I am incorrect. Now I start to cry in earnest. Punishment for losing count has been harsh before. I am afraid, and excited. I am two hundred off he tells me. I feel the heat in my pussy grow, I feel myself starting to drip as I get even more wet as I brace myself for my punishment. 1,800 was the correct answer Master says, but I can start again at 1,600. Thank you Master! I thank him feverishly as I begin to fuck myself again. He makes me do the last 300 sooo slow… all the way in... all the way out. He wants me to feel every stroke, love every second. I DO! I love it Master! Thank you Master! He guides me through the last 100, hushing me when I grow too excited, calming me, speeding me up when I am calm, getting me back to the edge. I BEG to cum! I can feel it so huge, so amazing. I have never been so turned on and excited in my life! He tells me to stop immediately. I cry out in dismay, but I obey with out hesitation.
I can barely stay awake. I am drenched in sweat, my body is shaking. Through the fog in my head I hear my Master say I have pleased him, I am a good pet, I am a good slave.
There is no greater joy than to know this. Thank you for allowing me to serve you Master.
Then he reminds me… This was only day one slave, and you still await your punishment for losing count.
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I have been waiting.
Sitting here, naked, in front of my screen for my master to arrive. I have performed my duties for the day and I know he will want me to recount them to him in explicit detail.
From the moment I wake my teasing starts. Ben wa balls in my pussy, stopwatch in hand I reach one hand to my clit. Oh god I am still wet from last night. Instantly I feel it, waves of pleasure wanting to overtake me. I have to calm down or I won’t make it, but then I am there on the edge. I click my stopwatch and watch the time tick away, trying to will it to move faster. I have to stay on the edge for one minute and this is just the first one.
One minute up, I lay there, still, hands on my thighs. One more minute passes and I start again. Sliding my fingers through my slit and sinking them into my pussy I moan softly as I rub my clit with my thumb. I let myself go, fully reveling in the moment. I feel it coming again. The second time I must stay on edge for a minute and a half, no slowing down, no cumming. Oh god! I am on the edge, I click the stopwatch. I want to cum! My legs are shaking, I am telling myself “Master has forbade it!” as my time is up.
One minute to calm myself before I start again.
I love how wet my pussy gets. I love serving my Master. There is no greater pleasure than to bring him happiness in which ever way he desires, be it my pain or my pleasure. That thought alone drives me to the edge a third time. So hard to last two minutes! I envision him standing over me, clover clamps attached to my nipples, the chain in his hand as he pulls it mercilessly, smiling as I scream out in pain, whipping my tits over and over commanding me to stay on edge. I don’t dare slow down, I don’t dare cum. I feel like I am about to burst, I can’t hold it anymore!...and my time is up. I lay there quivering, out of breath, so incredibly horny, I want to cum so bad. But I must go to work leaving the ben wa balls in to tease me as I work all day. Hearing them jingle, feeling them vibrate…god, can anyone else hear them?!
It is the longest day.
And now I am home, horny as all hell, naked and waiting for my master. I have my toys ready, Master should never have to wait for me. !He is home! My heart skips a beat, I feel the excitement growing in me… a mixture of fear and awe. I am instantly dripping wet. I want to touch so badly. But I sit as still as I can, nothing moving except my hands to type, until he calls and once again I am lost in the sound of his voice permeating every part of my head, in every thought, in every breath.
Master wants to play a game. Oh! I like games! Yes please Master! I beg you, play a game with me? He laughs sadistically, sending chills up my spine (how I LOVE that laugh!) as he explains the rules of the game. He sends me a link. I am intrigued…I have to roll dice. Six dice, each with ten sides, five rolls, total the rolls. He asks me the total. 166 I say. Again he begins to laugh. Now I am a bit distressed…166 of what I wonder? I am told to select a box that says show calendar. I do it. The date is March 21st. My heart sinks as he tells me I will not be cumming until March 21st, but that isn’t all. I will be teased and brought to edge daily over and over, and when I am not on edge I will have things to remind me, little touches, ben wa balls, a chain through my pussy, a ball pressing gently against my clit.
For the next 3 hours He brings me to the edge, over and over, employing the use of various dildos, vibrators, clips, clamps, ropes and chains. Playing my emotions like his personal symphony. I am reduced to animal lusts. I want to cum. I want to touch. I beg my Master not to stop. I cry when he tells me to stop. I fervently thank him when he allows me to start again. I cannot make up my mind…I beg him as I am on edge to allow me to cum. I want to cum so much I can’t stand it. Then I find myself begging at the top of my lungs for him to stop…Please don’t let me cum Master! Make me STOP! I BEG YOU!
I am so tired. I am drained. I beg for it to stop. Master tells me I have one more task I must complete. If I succeed I will be allowed to stop and go to sleep without the ben wa balls in. My task is to fuck my pussy with a vibrator—2000 strokes. I may at no time cum. I may only pause a moment to stop myself from cumming, and only for a moment. If I do pause I must round down to the nearest hundred and start again from there, and I must count aloud. My master dictates the speed in which I fuck my pussy. I start deep and slow counting the strokes.
It feels too good I do not make it to the first hundred with out a pause. How am I going to make it to 2000!? I start over. I barely make it past one hundred before I have to stop again. That was so close! Over and over I am counting sometimes making it to the next hundred before I can not hold it any longer and must stop, sometimes getting so close and failing stopping before the next hundred. Each time I fail I am more distressed, I hear how my distress and whimpering and crying excites my master and I myself become even more excited. I lose count. I cannot remember where I am! Was it 1,600? 1,800? Oh my god! Please! No! I pause in my counting, Master knows why. He always knows. He demands that I tell him the count. I cry I cannot remember. He demands an answer. I say 1,600. He tells me I am incorrect. Now I start to cry in earnest. Punishment for losing count has been harsh before. I am afraid, and excited. I am two hundred off he tells me. I feel the heat in my pussy grow, I feel myself starting to drip as I get even more wet as I brace myself for my punishment. 1,800 was the correct answer Master says, but I can start again at 1,600. Thank you Master! I thank him feverishly as I begin to fuck myself again. He makes me do the last 300 sooo slow… all the way in... all the way out. He wants me to feel every stroke, love every second. I DO! I love it Master! Thank you Master! He guides me through the last 100, hushing me when I grow too excited, calming me, speeding me up when I am calm, getting me back to the edge. I BEG to cum! I can feel it so huge, so amazing. I have never been so turned on and excited in my life! He tells me to stop immediately. I cry out in dismay, but I obey with out hesitation.
I can barely stay awake. I am drenched in sweat, my body is shaking. Through the fog in my head I hear my Master say I have pleased him, I am a good pet, I am a good slave.
There is no greater joy than to know this. Thank you for allowing me to serve you Master.
Then he reminds me… This was only day one slave, and you still await your punishment for losing count.