Domme on a Leash
I recently became acquainted with a semi-professional Domme--let's call her O--who, as she let slip in a lengthy conversation laced with flirting, has fantasies about having her own orgasms controlled. I was intrigued. Here was a self-professed female dominant (who I knew to be into denial already) confessing to a fellow top that she could, very easily, be persuaded to come only with permission. I compared that to having a leash put on her clit.
She had a very interesting and visible reaction to that.
Long story short, the girl in question has since been "tricked" (rather easily) into giving me control over her vibrator. I decide when it has batteries, when it goes in a locked drawer, and so on. Since her pride won't allow her to admit she's anything but a Domme, she has so far refused to obey most of my other mild requests; she won't agree to tell me whenever she does sneak in an orgasm, for example, or edge a few times and give herself a little pussy spanking to earn some new batteries.
In response, of course, I've applied the only leverage I have. Last weekend she wasn't permitted to come at all, and earlier this week she had to keep her vibrator in the fridge and not take it out for more than half an hour. I'm not sure precisely how long it's been since her last orgasm now, since she won't divulge, but her tone has been increasingly strident and desperate. Just now she tried to bait me by pointing out that I hadn't fulfilled an earlier threat to publicly write about our little adventure.
Well, O, here it is. How do you like our dear readers learning all about your little leashed clit?