Pleasurable Distress

Pleasurable Distress
Wolf Feather


The numerous high-pitched whining pleas made her sound much like a little girl imploring her parents to buy her a large stuffed teddy bear, while the buzzing sounds nearly swallowed by her voice made it clear that she was very much a woman.

I smiled to Myself in the darkness, stroking a little faster, a little more firmly.

"Please Master please!" her voice was growing faint, such was her desperation. "Please let me cum for You Master!"

As I had done for nearly fifteen minutes, I said nothing, even though My cell phone was on Mute. I enjoyed the mental image of her: naked on her back on her bed, her legs splayed lewdly, an anal plug filling her, the large nubby dildo stretching her, a small powerful vibrator secured by duct tape to each nipple while she held yet another powerful vibrator to her throbbing clitoris, thrashing uncontrollably on the bed from the onslaught of the forced pleasure...

"i can't..."

I unmuted My cell phone. "you can and you will."

"Nooooooo.........!!!" Between her heavy pants and her carnal moans, she began to sob.

Finally, I had broken through another layer of her willpower.

It was time to end this. Closing My eyes, I stroked Myself faster, harder, wishing it was her mouth or her pussy or even the tightness of her ass pleasuring Me, but contenting Myself given the necessary distance. I kept quiet, reveling in her sobs and her whines and her pleas, adoring how well and how heartfelt she begged. she truly wanted, desired, needed an orgasm - given her incredibly high libido, I would have expected nothing less.

"Who owns you?" I suddenly challenged, My tone menacing yet even despite My masturbation.

she had to choke off a sob before she could reply: "You own me, Master!"

That was the catalyst. I let My voice sound across the vast country directly into her ear. I made sure that she could indeed hear Me enjoying the one thing she desired most at that very moment, and although she was absolutely silent so that she could bask in the knowledge that her denial was giving Me a tremendous pleasure, the buzzing sounds which reached My ear were a constant reminder that she was truly suffering - not in pain, but in pleasurable distress.

"Keep holding out," I finally instructed her even as I tried to regain My breath. "Keep waiting. I'll call back and let you know when you can finally cum."

her scream of frustration was desperately beautiful, but I cut it off nonetheless, smirking in the darkness of the hotel room. After all, since she was not with Me, I needed some time to go clean Myself.