A moment of slavery

Stroke your breasts, my slave. Start on the outside and trace in. Don't touch your nipples... Run your hand down your body between your breasts... Trace across them again; let your finger touch your nipple, once, so lightly... Oh, my master. I'm so hot already. Being on no-touch... Thinking about you... I love how you control me. And I love controlling you. Keep stroking your breasts. A little harder on the nipples. A little harder. And now the clamp. On one side only. My nipples are so sensitive now, Sir. It hurts; it hurts. My slave. Keep it on for two minutes. But not starting yet. Wait... Now. I will time you.

By the time the clamp comes off I'm panting, my vision is dark, I'm sweating. I'm lost in submission.

Run your hands down your sides, run your hands down your thighs, run your hand up between your legs... DON'T TOUCH. Lift your hand up. Again. And again. Sometimes I ease into the tease, and sometimes it runs me down. This is like a freight train. I've been bowled over. I'm straining, panting, begging... I've been pushed over a precipice. Please, Sir. Please, Sir. Keep touching, my slave. Do not touch your pussy. Now. trace along your thighs just where your lips are. Trace around your lips. Trace over them. Part them. Start below your cunt. Touch gently. Pull your hand up... DON'T TOUCH your clit. Lift your hand up. Do it again. And again...

Dip your finger into your cunt. Fuck it. Move it around. Get yourself wet. Your lips, around your cunt. Don't touch your clit.

Now let your finger just graze your clit. Again. Put your hand below your cunt. Draw it up. Just across your clit. Again. Master, master, please... Please say that you'll let me come. Please. Tease me as long as you like, torture me, but please let me come. Please. A little harder now, just across the top. Slowly... My master, my owner. Please let me come. Please say you'll let me come. I'll do anything, I'll do any tease, take any pain. Please say you'll let me come. Put your hand below your cunt. Draw it up. Please. Slowly across the top. Sir, Master. Please tease me as much as you like, please use me, please torture me, but then please have a little compassion. Please be merciful. Please... Again. And again. Please. I've heard you. I'll consider your request. Stop begging now. Make the circles again. Lightly...

Unbearable.

Stroke across your clit. Lightly. Now harder.

I'm moaning less, pleading less; I'm swimming in a dark pond, I'm in a cave, I'm drowning. My hands follow his instructions without my mind intervening; it doesn't occur to me to disobey, but if it did, I don't think I could. His voice is low, but insistent. This is some strange bondage, this is true slavery, to have my body respond to him without any intervention from me. This has gone on forever; it will never end.

Master. Master. Please. Please tell me this isn't a punishment. Please. Please say you aren't punishing me.

I'm not punishing you, my slave. I'm using you. I'm using my property. I'm not punishing you. Keep touching. Yes, Master. Slowly across your clit. Again. And again.

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Oh, Sir. Please. I give you this, my slave. I give you this edge, I give you this denial. I do not give you an orgasm. This is what I give you. Your suffering, your denial. This is what I give you.

Sir, may I stop touching? Please. No, my slave. Soon. Take your two fingers, one on each side of your clit. Rub it slowly. Please, Sir. Soon, my property. A little harder, a little faster... Sir, Sir. I can't... Up and down, next to your clit. A little more. A little more, my slave. Please. Please.

And...

Stop.