Earning the right to cum.
Introduction:
A girl has her wish of an orgasm granted.
I stared up at you wordlessly. Itās Monday morning and Iām perched on the kitchen stool drinking coffee, you were making eggs until I opened my big stupid mouth. Now youāre turned toward me, arms folded, spatula clasped loosely in one hand. Gaze steady. My hands fiddled with the belt that cinched around my waist and connected between my legs, and I wanted to yell back, yes, I want to cum I fucking need to, Iāve had this thing on me six months and it is slowly driving me insane.. but that wasnāt exactly an option. And ordinarily I could deal with it, with the constant feeling of emptiness and the fitful grinding squirming nights, (and the dreams, always the dreams) but this week I have assignments due, big ones, and I need to concentrate, if I could just cum once it might relieve the constant, nagging gnawing need..
He sighs. āSpeak up, pumpkin.ā
I breathe in, shakily. āWell Daddy itās just, Iāve got this project due in a couple of days and Iām pretty behind already, and Iām not thinking too straight and I just thought-ā
He casually cuts me off. I think of saw blades. āYou just thought, huh.ā
My mouth shuts so fast I hear my teeth click.
He advances on me. Stands over me, menacing, eyes burning a hole in the top of my head. I stare down at my coffee. I can feel my shoulders shivering, gooseflesh rising. Heās got a voice like teeth in your neck, Daddy does, and I hunch my shoulders around the nape of my neck in vain preparation.
When he speaks, though, heās sweet, and I nearly fall off my stool in surprise. āWell, I suppose it h-a-s been a long time, sweetheart. And if youāre struggling like you say you are, maybe this is just necessary. Youāve been a very good girl.ā
I look up at him with wild hope. āReally, Daddy?ā
Heās smiling. Well, heās grinning, really, and some of that unexpected joy starts to curdle in my stomach.
āSure, baby. You know the rules though.ā Showing his teeth now.
I collapse in on myself. I do know the rules. I thought heād take mercy. I had thought that, had counted on it, otherwise I wouldnāt have dared ask.
āIn order to cum I have to do something interesting.ā My voice is dull.
āVery good baby! And what does interesting mean?ā
āWhatever Daddy says it does.ā
āAnd what does Daddy normally think is very interesting indeed?ā
I swallow. Hear my throat click. Hear the roar of blood in my ears. He doesnāt prompt me this time, just waits. Looks.
Iām trembling. āGiving up limits is interesting.ā I get an approving smile for that. I drink in the scant affection.
Hand on my chin. Caressing my face. Willing myself to keep focused on his eyes, catching my gaze every time it threatens to shuttle.
āNow, let me think. Weāve already blown through quite a few of yours already, havenāt we?ā He frowns, pretends to consider. I canāt speak. I know them all. I remember when they were ripped away. Sometimes he makes me cum to the memory of it, a vicious cycle. āAnd now Iām going to take one more. Weāre getting among the really important ones now, and I hate to do this to you, but you did have to cum.ā
I can feel tears springing up, hot and useless.
āHow many limits do you have left? And what are they?ā
My limits come in two sections. On one side are untouchable barriers to never touch or breach or think about; children and scat (although Iāve seen his face when scat comes up and I think he might break that one too, just one time, just to mess with me). On the other side are limits that he refers to as āfair gameā. I know how many remain.
āOrgan removal, amputation, web exposure, animals, snuff.ā Biting on my lip to stop the shakes.
Gently stroking my face. āAnd which one are you choosing, pumpkin?ā
Deep breath, hold it, exhale. Think about inevitability. This was always going to happen. From when you and him first got together and you asked him, timidily, hesitantly, about limits, and his bored indifference, and.. āThe d-dogs, Daddy.ā
Beaming. āWell done baby, shhh.. I know itās tough but you made a brave decision ok? The worst part is over.ā He hugs me, I grasp at him desperately. He pulls me off him, absently, attention off me, thinking about something.
āYou know, baby..ā he sits down, pulls me onto his knee, pins my hands behind my back. āā¦it really has been a very long time. I know youāve only ever cum from that swollen clit of yours, but after six months, anything could happen. Hmm?ā Heās groping my tits as he talks. āAnything could happen. Do you think you could cum like that? Stuffed full of dog cock? Do you? Could you? Would you?ā
I shake my head no, horror spilling wide.
āI know you donāt want to cum like that, baby. I know you donāt. I know that would just about break you. You donāt have to, pumpkin. Iāll keep you safe from that.ā Fondling me. Fiddling with my nipples. āThatās why Iām going to cover your cunt with numbing gel first. You wonāt be able to feel a thing. You can rub yourself afterwards, when itās worn off. When itās safe. Youāll thank me and then youāll shower. Maybe then youāll be able to concentrate.ā