Torturous Rewards…
I met a young lady at her first kink event she gave me the honor of performing her first scene the next day I asked if she would mind writing about her experience this is what she wrote.
To partake or not to? That was the question in my mind as i circled the party watching scenes. My decision was quickly reached when i turned and saw a woman being tied. It wasn’t the rope itself, but her body language as she was turned on. When i looked in her eyes i thought to myself “i want to feel like that!” Unfortunately it seemed like it wasn’t going to happen so I went from walking around observing to sitting down on the couch.
Little did i know that feeling would come in a different way. A few seconds later this debonair man sat next to me. He began to question my experience in order to get a feel for me. After a few minutes of talking he offered to do a scene with me and I accepted. With my inexperience he coached me beforehand.
Out of his bag came every tool i never imagined but saw being used throughout the night. I didn’t know if i could handle any of it but i knew i was ready to try. All i needed to remember was yellow, yellow on the spot and yellow on the tool. Oh yeah and permission to cum (that was a new one)! I was asked to take off my clothes; leaving my brown skin exposed and slightly covered by a piece of black lingerie. I laid down on the bed and was met with a body massage. I thought “this is nice” but he whispered in my ear with pure seduction “this is the calm before the storm.” I knew i was in trouble.
My ass was introduced to every tool prior to the actual scene. I’m competitive in nature so when the scene began I had to make him fight for his yellow, what they call a ‘brat’ but, he encouraged me to do it. As my ass was met with whips, hits, paddles, etc i was able to withstand more pain than i thought, but in the end i gave him his yellow “on the spot” lol. He took a vibrator to massage the area only to then again whisper “I’m only caressing the spot so i can fuck you up some more.” His constant mix of tenderness and terror left me wanting more each time. After a couple more lashes i finally gave him his yellow. I mean who was i fooling this was my first time. But my yellow was met with a reward or should i call it that.
He asked me to turn on my back and counted to 20 while placing a vibrator on my clit. I knew i was going to cum but I didn’t forget the rule.
“Can I come please?” I asked and i was met with a NO!
“Squeeze my finger and push it out but you better not cum until i reach 20. 1, 2, 3...” he counted... “18, 19,19, 19 (oh the torture) 20.”
Finally i released and came like i was instructed. After feeling my pussy throbbing I thought i was done but he had one more round for me. This time was a faster pace of whips and lashes to send me to yellow quicker and though i held out as much as possible i had to submit eventually. I was then again met with another torturing reward of vibrational clit stimulation.
“1,2,3...”(i could barely hold it)
“can i come please?”
“NO. Not until i reach 40!”
I didn’t know if i could hold it but i had no choice because what he said was law and i loved every bit of feeling controlled and pleasured. As he slid his finger up me he moved in a rhythmic pattern stimulating my g-spot.
“Find your spot and hold the vibrator...at 40 seconds i want you to release and make it bigger than last time.” he counted “38, squeeze! 39, 39, Forty!”
I let go and squirt like NEVER before. I reached a level of orgasmic pleasure unfamiliar to my body that I never knew was attainable for me. When i was ready I wiped myself then laid in his arms for aftercare to ensure i safely came down from my high. My scene ended with a glass of water from him and a huge thank you from me.
After this experience to partake or not to will never be a question with him!
