Repost by request: "Sacrifice": remastered
I have had a couple of requests to repost this, even though it is still in the site archives. I'm in Las Vegas on business. Anyone else nearby?
Submitted by Delayer on Sun, 10/04/2009 - 09:44 female denial story hetero female hetero male dom male sub female bondage
**I do not take credit for this original idea, but I spent some time re-working it to suit My liking. Perhaps you will also enjoy the depth of it. Thoughts are welcomed**
"No, please, not again, I can't take it again," I begged.
My protests did nothing to stop the slow movement of your hand, tracing a line down my between my breasts, to my stomach and eventually to my swelling clit, still aching from the last teasing I had endured only an hour earlier.
Both my wrists and ankles were held tightly in stocks, which prevented any movement at all, other than an occasional twisting and squirming.
You said nothing, just slowly slid your fingertips lightly downward over my tender labia. Knowing I was not allowed to cum, your touch was such sweet torture. My pussy was already leaking again and the involuntary twitching and throbbing was making my heart race as my mind was trying to find the words to convince you to stop.
Your fingers danced even more slowly, up and down, over and over again, and I wanted to scream for any sort of penetration, from your finger, your beautiful cock, from anything! You tormented me for what seemed like hours this way with inestimable patience, only to stop and hold my orgasm just a hair away, watching while I squirmed and suffered in unbearable agony.
Soon I was in tears, words streaming out of my mouth, which were barely comprehensible.
And then, as quickly as it started, it ended, leaving me a quivering mass of heated flesh, my pussy straining and aching to be filled, touched, struck…anything but left alone.
"It is all for your own good," you told me, "I am finding out so much about you."
Your smile was genuine and tender, almost making me forget the aching.
You left the room while I shook, so needy and desperate. I called for you, my voice growing hoarse and desperate.
I needed you to come back, to help me. As each second passed, the agony grew.
I closed my eyes, and softly begged, "Please," over and over again.
When I opened my eyes, you were standing over me, smiling.
"Please what, darling?" you asked, smiling.
"I need to cum," I pleaded.
"No, my pet," you explained as you leaned over to whisper seductively into my ear, "you WANT to cum. Now you need to learn the difference."
Again your hand made its way down to my weeping cunt, as tears filled my eyes and I thrashed helplessly in my stocks. "Please, No!" I begged.
With just the softest of touches you made it strain and throb. Your other hand reached up and released the latch which held the stocks shut. Before releasing them completely, you gave me my instructions.
"OK, Samantha, here is what you are going to do," you said as you released my hand from the stocks, closing it again to trap my other wrist.
You took my hand, brought each finger in turn to your lips to gently kiss the tips, and then guided my hand to lie palm down over my heaving mound.
"Now," you laughed softly, registering the shock in my eyes, "I would like it if you didn't cum."
My body started to sweat as I found myself deftly moving my fingers over my most sensitive spots, moaning loudly. I knew exactly where and how to touch to achieve the shattering climax for which I yearned. My mind stopped in its race toward impending orgasm to absorb your words…
"I don't understand?" I said, anxiously.
"You can do whatever you want, Samantha," you said matter-of-factly, "but I'd prefer that you don't orgasm."
"What if I do?" I asked, "Will you punish me?"
You shook your head. "No, no punishment."
"But you’ll be disappointed?" I asked.
"No, my love, there are no consequences. This is not a command, an order, or even a request. It is just a preference."
My mind spun, I was dazed, not sure of what to do.
You leaned down and whispered in my ear, your hand taking hold of mine and guiding a finger to lightly circle my swollen clit.
"If you cum, Samantha, we'll stop," you said. And after a pause, you added, "But, I would prefer that you didn't."
"And if I don't cum?" I asked, apprehensively.
"Then, we don't stop."
Just from touching I could feel the orgasm building, it was so close.
I closed my eyes and stopped my hand, taking a deep, shuddering breath. I was shaking uncontrollably. Raising my hand up, I reached for the stock.
You smiled, taking my hand, guiding it back into the stocks.
"Very good, Samantha," you told me. "You learned a new word today."
I looked back at you, eyes wide as your hand resumed its tender, sweet, cruel stimulation of my body.
As you brought me right to the brink of orgasm and my body arched once again, I hoped against hope that you'd show me some mercy and finish what I had given up.
Instead, the teasing grew worse, and your smile grew wider.
"What Master," I asked, through my tears, "what did I learn?"
"Sacrifice, Samantha," you said, proudly.