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[LadyAria]

~ It will arrive when he is ready and when we least expect it.... like perhaps when we are all sleeping? He will creep in here and post it for us to have in the morning - over coffee and croissants.

Hot breath and buttered up oiled fingers...perfect for typing out those naughty little tales.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Hot breath and buttered up oiled fingers...perfect for typing out those naughty little tales.

~ Oh! Is that what he uses to produce those tales? Ohhhhh my!!!!

 

[LadyAria]

~ Oh! Is that what he uses to produce those tales? Ohhhhh my!!!!

Mmm, maybe, let's ask him next time he comes around what both of his hands are doing when he comes up with his story. I have a feeling hot coffee and crossiantes are not the only taste things that pass through his fingers.

 

[DVS]

Mmm, maybe, let's ask him next time he comes around what both of his hands are doing when he comes up with his story. I have a feeling hot coffee and crossiantes are not the only taste things that pass through his fingers.

If you're suggesting I masturbate to my own stories...no. I like to see what's going on. Movies are my favorite thing...movies or the real thing.

And, as for the installment, I think I'm going to ahve to break this one up, too. It's getting long. So, when I find a spot I can break it up, I'll post the first part. The damn story just goes off on its own, sometimes. The characters think they're REAL!

 

[LadyAria]

If you're suggesting I masturbate to my own stories...no. I like to see what's going on. Movies are my favorite thing...movies or the real thing.

And, as for the installment, I think I'm going to ahve to break this one up, too. It's getting long. So, when I find a spot I can break it up, I'll post the first part. The damn story just goes off on its own, sometimes. The characters think they're REAL!

Well, I maturbate to mine. Sorry to project my own desires

Do tell us where to find the new thread when it goes up.

 

[DVS]

Well, I maturbate to mine. Sorry to project my own desires

Do tell us where to find the new thread when it goes up.

Oh, I didn't say I don't get aroused, when I write. I think that's when I do my best writing. But, I don't masturbate to a finished story.

I've often wondered what would happen if an unsuspecting woman rang my doorbell, when I was writing. Would she ever be heard from again? Oh, I think so...she'd probably just be walking a little funny.

Actually, I'd like to watch you read one of your stories.

 

[FurryFury]

I'm nearly always aroused but I don't masturbate to my stories or while writing. After all, I mostly know what is going to happen. *L*

Fury

 

[caela]

I've often wondered what would happen if an unsuspecting woman rang my doorbell, when I was writing. Would she ever be heard from again? Oh, I think so...she'd probably just be walking a little funny.

Wishes I had a way to get to Kansas while DVS was writing.

 

[ThorkelGriersen]

Not Alone in this

Well, I maturbate to mine. Sorry to project my own desires

I thought that I was the only person who did that! LOL

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

If you're suggesting I masturbate to my own stories...no. I like to see what's going on. Movies are my favorite thing...movies or the real thing.

And, as for the installment, I think I'm going to have to break this one up, too. It's getting long. So, when I find a spot I can break it up, I'll post the first part. The damn story just goes off on its own, sometimes. The characters think they're REAL!

~ Oh DASH IT ALL and BOTHER! *pout* Is that the problem? They think they're real, do they? You mean they aren't? Hmmm.

Unless I missed a part during my four week absence... did you post a segment recently?

Oh bother, I hope you haven't. I shall never find it now!

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Oh, I didn't say I don't get aroused, when I write. I think that's when I do my best writing. But, I don't masturbate to a finished story.

I've often wondered what would happen if an unsuspecting woman rang my doorbell, when I was writing. Would she ever be heard from again? Oh, I think so...she'd probably just be walking a little funny.

Actually, I'd like to watch you read one of your stories.

~ I don't masturbate to a finished story either.... but.... I will admit that the leather chair seat gets a little damp - and sometimes more than a little damp - when I get up from my writing!

**addendum**

I'd be willing to bet - that if this so-called UNsuspecting woman rang your doorbell while you were writing.... you'd answer the door, greeting her with a raging hard-on (for starters).


THEN ~


You'd ease that hard-on in the finest DVS tradition - after having bound her to a table or chair, in some lewd position, you'd have your way with her ass, then go back to writing for a bit - until you'd grown hard again - take her a second time - after using some Ginger root beforehand - and then go back to your writing after the second time.

.o0( This is all purely a GUESS and conjecture on my part! )

 

[CTGalPal]

Hey DVS...does your story have a sexy naive shy quiet asian in it?

 

[LadyAria]

Oh, I didn't say I don't get aroused, when I write. I think that's when I do my best writing. But, I don't masturbate to a finished story.

I've often wondered what would happen if an unsuspecting woman rang my doorbell, when I was writing. Would she ever be heard from again? Oh, I think so...she'd probably just be walking a little funny.

Actually, I'd like to watch you read one of your stories.

lol...walking funny or not walking at all?!?

I always picture what I am writing and it is kind of like a movie in my head. The more I write...the hotter I seem to get. When I am done, I reread the finished product while I finish myself off or have my alpha do it for me. Needless to say, I think I probably imagine a lot more then I manage to type out into words.

 

[LadyAria]

I thought that I was the only person who did that! LOL

That doesn't surprise me.

We seem to be on the same wave length in so many ways

 

[namron711]

http://photos.yafro.com/pics3/i/20060606/17/e/f/6/ef6b379b18d8f060c51e8bec59e25c65200606060_full.jpg

 

[DVS]

~ Oh DASH IT ALL and BOTHER! *pout* Is that the problem? They think they're real, do they? You mean they aren't? Hmmm.

Unless I missed a part during my four week absence... did you post a segment recently?

Oh bother, I hope you haven't. I shall never find it now!

No, nothing new in the last four weeks. Looking at my signature will tell you the last installment date...the beginning of April, I think.

But, another one is coming soon. I just need a spot to break it in two. Those charactors have taken over the story, again. I think this 1 to 10 game might last a while. And, if anybody has ever played it, it's always best when it's played nice and slow.

But, back to the story...any day now, maybe. This installment and another chapter of "If You Dare" are both pretty close.

Hey, don't make it another four weeks until you post again!

 

[DVS]

~ I don't masturbate to a finished story either.... but.... I will admit that the leather chair seat gets a little damp - and sometimes more than a little damp - when I get up from my writing!

**addendum**

I'd be willing to bet - that if this so-called UNsuspecting woman rang your doorbell while you were writing.... you'd answer the door, greeting her with a raging hard-on (for starters).


THEN ~


You'd ease that hard-on in the finest DVS tradition - after having bound her to a table or chair, in some lewd position, you'd have your way with her ass, then go back to writing for a bit - until you'd grown hard again - take her a second time - after using some Ginger root beforehand - and then go back to your writing after the second time.

.o0( This is all purely a GUESS and conjecture on my part! )

Actually, it's a little strange how close that is to the new chapter of "If You Dare". Well, the part you mention of binding her to a table and having my way with her ass. If you like that story, I think this latest chapter will keep your interest...if I'm allowed to toot my own horn, that is.


EDITED--fixed an oops

 

[DVS]

Hey DVS...does your story have a sexy naive shy quiet asian in it?

Well, I like to keep my stories vague, mostly, so my readers can insert themselves into them, if they wish. I think that's more fun.

As for a specific story with Asian woman? No, I mostly save those story lines for my own fantasies. Naive and shy? You wouldln't be allowed to be either, for long. And, quiet? Maybe. But once you're naked and bound, I think you'll find your voice. Or is it better put that I'll find your voice?

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

. . .

Hey, don't make it another four weeks until you post again!

~ No Sir, I won't. I'll do my best not to let that happen again.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

**Deleted because I picked up the wrong quote**

my bad. Sorry.

 

[Blushing Bottom]

I don't know about inserting myself into you stories but I can think of something I'd like inserted into me.

d

Well, I like to keep my stories vague, mostly, so my readers can insert themselves into them, if they wish. I think that's more fun.

As for a specific story with Asian woman? No, I mostly save those story lines for my own fantasies. Naive and shy? You wouldln't be allowed to be either, for long. And, quiet? Maybe. But once you're naked and bound, I think you'll find your voice. Or is it better put that I'll find your voice?

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Actually, it's a little strange how close that is to the new chapter of "If You Dare". Well, the part you mention of binding her to a table and having my way with her ass. If you like that story, I think this latest chapter will keep your interest...if I'm allowed to toot my own horn, that is.

~ *Is quite intrigued and anxious for the next chapter, or two, depending on where you find you can make the break, to be posted*

DVS Sir? You may toot your own horn any time you so choose to do so... IMHO. Your stories always keep, and peak, my interest Sir.

 

[CTGalPal]

Well, I like to keep my stories vague, mostly, so my readers can insert themselves into them, if they wish. I think that's more fun.

As for a specific story with Asian woman? No, I mostly save those story lines for my own fantasies. Naive and shy? You wouldln't be allowed to be either, for long. And, quiet? Maybe. But once you're naked and bound, I think you'll find your voice. Or is it better put that I'll find your voice?

Perhaps someone will help me to find my voice.

(or cries of pleasure, whichever comes first)

 

[DVS]

This installment is a continuation from post #1708.​

OK, I'm not terribly impressed with it, but here's the latest installment. It just got too long, and so I decided I should find a spot to break it in two. Oh, the installment itself is OK, but it's mostly setup. Setup for the next installment. Now, I guess you'll be wondering when that's gonna be posted. Right? Well, if it turns out to be anything like this first part was, it might be a while. Some of that length is just because you have to take your time, when playing the 1 to 10 game.


Everything seemed ready. I pulled the other chair over, so I could relax when it wasn’t my turn. James was already in the other chair, with a fresh beer in his hand. Rita and Lucy were still being moody. They were still sitting on the desk, but were at least facing our way.

James said he wanted to watch for a while, so I was to go first. I got on my knees beside my struggling slut. All of the “tools of the game” were lined up beside me. I felt kind of like a surgeon before an operation. Only a couple of things were missing. The scrub nurse, but I do just fine working alone. And, there would be no anesthetic during this operation.

I briefly went through the rules of the game, one more time. I wanted to make sure my fuck toy knew her job. I added that she was required to tell me, any time she was at level 9 and about to cum. I said I needed to know, so I could properly control the game. Then, I looked deep into her eyes and smiled. The look on her face was interesting. Earlier I had seen fear, but that was gone. Once again, she was willing to be my sexual toy.

Still looking into her eyes, I let my hands begin to probe her body. I slowly caressed her stomach with my right hand, then slid it down between her legs. I leaned over and lightly bit her right nipple and tugged on it with my teeth. It stretched a little, before I lost my grip. I watched it slowly regain It’s shape.

I watched the slut’s facial expressions as my hand found her clit. She gasped, then her mouth fell open as I rubbed her clit between my thumb and finger. I could feel it get hard and slippery. Her breathing was louder and labored. Her body began to shake. I thought I’d find out just how much she liked what I was doing. “What level are you at, slut?”

“Mmmm, I’m in heaven,” she said. She sounded like she was out in left field.

“What? Hey, I said what level are you at?”

Her body jerked, when she heard me. “Oh, sorry, Sir. Um, I’m at level three.”

“Three? Shit.” I was disappointed. I thought sure she was more turned on than that. But, I didn’t think it would take long. After all, the game had just begun.

I slid my hand further down in her crotch, and sank a couple of fingers inside her pussy. I started to wiggle them inside her, as I pushed the palm of my hand against her clit. It didn’t take long for her to start wiggling with my hand.

With my left hand, I started pinching her nipples. She liked that. Those nipples got even harder, as I twisted each of them with my fingers. She moaned her appreciation and her body responded in exactly the way I wanted it to. She arched her back to get my fingers deeper inside of her. I added another, so I was wiggling three fingers inside of her pussy.

I pushed her body back down. I heard her whimper as I stuck out my tongue. I was licking her tits, leaving them wet and sensitive. Her nipples stood at attention, just begging for my mouth.

“What level are you at, now?”

“…Level five. Five…Sir.”

“Five, huh? That’s better.”

I was beginning to wonder if I’d lost my touch, for a minute. But, the slut was squirming as she forced out her answer. If it was that difficult for her to speak at level five, she would soon be speechless.

I picked up the little bullet vibe and turned it on. The slut was watching my every move. When she heard the vibe humming, she stuck her tongue out to wet her lips. Before that tongue had circled her whole mouth, I pressed the vibe firmly against her clit and held it there.

She let out a short, high pitched shriek and her body jerked up against the vibe. I’d caught her off guard. I don’t think she was expecting me to go right for her sensitive spots. I watched her eyes as they started to glaze over, then I slowly lifted the vibe from her body.

The groan I heard told me she had enjoyed that vibe almost too much. But, almost was the key word. And, when tormenting a bound woman, you almost take her beyond her ability to recover. Give her time to calm down…then do it again.

I could see some perspiration on her forehead. My slut was almost out of control. I held the still buzzing vibe just above her clit as I asked, “What level are you now, slut?”

I guess it was difficult for her to concentrate. Her eyes went from me, to the vibe, then back to me, again. My forearm was resting on her pelvic bone, but other than that, I wasn’t touching her at all.

Nearly ten seconds went by. She still hadn’t answered me. I think her anticipation was getting the best of her. So, I removed that anticipation. I pressed the vibe against her clit, again…but only for about a second, before I removed it.

Her whole body tensed up. She humped up against that vibe like it was her best friend. But, she groaned loudly, when I pulled it away. She began whimpering, like a needy puppy. Her body was shaking and hips were humping the air. It was obvious that she wanted that vibe back.

Her breathing was short and breathy. To get her attention, I flicked her right nipple with my finger. “Hey, I asked you a question, slut. What’s your answer?”

She did her best to catch her breath. She wet her lips and in a loud whisper she answered. “Seven…no, eight, Sir.”

“Well, what is it? Is it seven, or eight?”

She quickly answered, “Eight, Sir.”

“Eight, huh? Say, you must like this little vibe to move from level five to eight so fast.” I smiled at her and slowly brought the vibe up to her tits. I lightly touched each of her nipples with the vibe’s tip. She strained her neck to watch the vibe’s every movement. Her eyes were glued to it. She moaned softly, as it buzzed against her. Her body jerked as it touched her sensitive flesh.

“Nine, Sir. Le…level nine!”

“Wow! That little vibe has power over you. That’s interesting.”

Because she said she was at level nine, I knew I had to remove all stimulation. I pulled away from her, and her body arched up to me. Man, she was ready to cum. When she noticed I was going to leave her alone, she groaned her disapproval.

I let her calm down, for a while. That was part of the game. She tells me when she’s at level nine, and I do my part in making sure she doesn’t go past that level…until I decide. It’s sometimes hell for the slut, but I’m sure she will enjoy it, eventually.

After a short time without my touch, I asked her what level she was at. “OK, slut, have you calmed down?”

She nodded her head. “Yes, Sir, I have.”

“OK, then. What level are you at, now?”

“…Maybe five, Sir.”

“Maybe five, huh? That’s not very calm.” Instead of just sitting back and wasting time while the slut calmed down, I decided on a distraction. It had been a while since I asked if she was thirsty. “Do you want a drink of water, before we continue?”

“Oh, yes, Sir. That would be nice.”

I looked over to where Lucy and Rita were sitting. They still seemed to be pissed about the figging thing. But, I thought I’d risk getting flipped off and asked Lucy to get the slut some water. She didn’t even hesitate, but quickly jumped off the desk and got a glass of water.

She was even nice with the slut. She had to help her drink, because she was bound. She held her head up and also held the glass while the slut drank. I was impressed with Lucy’s bedside manner, but I was more impressed that I didn’t get flipped off.

Once the slut had been re-hydrated, I again asked what level she was at. My distraction had worked. She said she was hovering around level two or three. I guess Lucy’s technique for giving a drink of water wasn’t very sexy.

I wanted to bring the slut back up to a high level of arousal. That’s what the game is all about. Bring the sub up to level eight or nine, but don’t let them cum. You do that a number of times, and then, after a while and without their knowledge, you decide to let them cum. Stand back, though. It will be an explosive orgasm.

So, we got back to the game. I put my hand on the slut’s pussy and pat it like it was my new puppy. I could feel the heat and the presence of moisture. I got a pleasant reaction from the slut, too. I left my hand resting on her pussy and leaned over to get closer to her nipples. I stuck my tongue out and slurped at each one, making them glisten with my saliva. Then, I blew on them, sending cold chills through her body. Her nipples were hard, but they got harder, when I blew on them.

After blowing on them, I bared my teeth and nibbled on them…not enough to hurt. My teeth didn’t close. I just took hold of her nipples, and played with them, between my teeth. One, after the other, I kept nibbling on her nipples. She was soon arching her back, her chest reaching for my mouth.

I quickly slapped her pussy with my open palm. She let out a short moan, but the slap wasn’t enough to stop her desire or her squirming. I grabbed her right nipple and sucked on it, hard. No teeth, but it was enough that she was fighting her bonds, arching her back up to meet my mouth. I moved over to her left nipple and grabbed it. I sucked it into my mouth and she whimpered. While I was holding her nipple in my mouth, I slapped her pussy again. She knew I was using pain and pleasure together to confuse her…but I don’t think I was really confusing her.

I stuck my bird finger into her pussy. It was very wet and very hot. The slut wasn’t on fire, but I knew it wouldn’t be difficult to take her there. She squirmed, when she felt my finger. Her chest dropped to the ottoman, but her pelvis quickly popped up, trying to get my finger in deeper.

“Hey, now…don’t get greedy. That’s not fair. If you get greedy, I’ll just remove all sensation and let you suffer a while.”

“But, I can’t help it, Sir. I want it deeper inside me.”

“That’s part of the game. I get your body all hot and bothered and you do your best to keep from cumming.”

“Your job is easier than mine, Sir.”

“Well, maybe so. But, you’ll get to cum, eventually. That’s a perk to think about.”

The slut nodded her head, as my finger went deeper into her pussy. The slut’s body was churning back and forth…humping my hand and following the rhythm I was setting with my probing finger.

It was obvious to me that she was getting all worked up again. She was a quick study. “Mmm. I love that.”

I continued to rub my hand over her pussy. My bird finger was still diving in and out of her pussy. She was slowly building up to the boiling point, again. “How much do you like it? What level are you at?

The slut moaned and rolled her eyes. “I don’t know, for sure. When you first stuck your finger inside, I lost track of where I was.”

I continued fucking her pussy with my finger and she was humping against my hand. I knew it was difficult for her to concentrate. “Slut…I need a number. What level are you at?”

The slut’s attention was on my hand and where it was. She was looking down her body to where my hand was. She was doing her best to keep her hips tight against the palm of my hand. I heard her whimper a little and even groan, as she strained against the ropes to get what she wanted.

Still waiting for an answer, I quickly removed my hand. She groaned her disappointment, then pouted that my hand was no longer giving her what she wanted. Her body slapped against the leather of the ottoman, as she tried to relax herself. Her eyes seemed to be staring at nothing.

Once again I tried to get her attention and ask my question. “A Hem! I said…what level are you at?”

The slut’s chest was still heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She looked at me, so I knew she had to be coming around. “Oh, sorry, Sir. I loved what your hand was doing.”

“That’s nice to hear, but it doesn’t tell me what level you are at. Does it?”

She took a big breath and cleared her throat. “No, Sir. It doesn’t.

“So, what’s your answer?”

“Level six, Sir. I’m only guessing, of course. It could be a strong five. But, I think six is a better choice.”

“So, six it is?”

“Yes, Sir. Six it is.”

“Well, you made quite a jump from three to six.”

The slut looked at me and smiled. “It was your hand, Sir.”

“You liked that, huh?”

“Oh, yes, Sir.”

“Well, relax for a little bit and I might do it some more.”

“Relax, Sir?”

The slut was getting opinionated. She didn’t like the word relax. She wanted my hand back on her pussy. I don’t think it was my hand she loved so much as she did enjoy the attention her clit was getting. More to the point, she wanted to cum.

Not that I don’t have an ego, but I didn’t think what I was doing with my hand was all that great. That’s what the game does to the playee. The slow building of arousal, the denial…it does something to the mind. It enhances sexual desire. And, each time it’s repeated, that denied desire keeps building. By the time I’m ready to end the game, I bet all I’d have to do is breath on her clit to set off an explosive climax.

I looked the slut right in the eyes. “Yes, relax.” I smiled at her. “Chill.” Well, she did try to relax, but like I said, she didn’t want to. “You know, I’m gonna make this game last as long as I can. And, you’re the one who will benefit from it.” I pointed my finger between her legs. “That twitching that your clit is doing right now…that’s nothing compared to what it will be doing in a little while.”

The slut’s eyes got really big and she stared right back at me. “Really?”

“Yes, really. You’ve gotta put more trust in me. I’ve kept Lucy and Rita from beating up on you. I’ve allowed you to be a part of their figging punishment. And now, I’m going to force such a powerful orgasm out of you, you’ll probably pass out.”

“But, it’s taking too long.”

Just then, Rita walked over to where we were. She made a fist with her right hand and was slapping it into her left hand. “Ah, shut up, bitch! Just lay there and enjoy it, like a good slut should.”

I got up to my feet. I thought sure Rita was about to slug the slut. But, she didn’t. I guess the fist thing was just for effect. “Well Rita, you decided to rejoin the party?”

“Um….yeah. This game sounds interesting.”

“Yes, it can be. And, if you take your time and do it right, it’s very interesting.”

“Take your time? Jeezzzz. Why does it always have to take so long?”

“Well, it doesn’t have to. But, if you want to do it right, it takes time.”

Rita shook her head as she turned and walked over to the desk. She jumped up and plopped herself down on the desktop. “OK, I guess I can wait. But, I don’t want to wait too long.”

Rita is always so impatient. Why can’t she just go with the flow, once in a while? “Well, you’ll wait as long as is necessary. And, no, I don’t know how long that will be…so don’t ask.”

Rita just sat there. She didn’t say anything else. So, I returned to the game. I stood there, beside the bound slut. I looked down at her. Her nipples were hard and her clit looked kind of hungry. “OK, slut, what level are you at, now?”

“Level three, Sir.”

“Level three, huh?" I smiled, as I got down on my knees beside her. "Well, let’s see what we can do about that. Shall we?”

The next installment in this continuing story is on post #2142.​

 

[gypziedoll]

OK, I'm not terribly impressed with it, but here's the latest installment. It just got too long, and so I decided I should find a spot to break it in two. Oh, the installment itself is OK, but it's mostly setup. Setup for the next installment. Now, I guess you'll be wondering when that's gonna be posted. Right? Well, if it turns out to be anything like this first part was, it might be a while. Some of that length is just because you have to take your time, when playing the 1 to 10 game.


Everything seemed ready. I pulled the other chair over, so I could relax when it wasn’t my turn. James was already in the other chair, with a fresh beer in his hand. Rita and Lucy were still being moody. They were still sitting on the desk, but were at least facing our way.

James said he wanted to watch for a while, so I was to go first. I got on my knees beside my struggling slut. All of the “tools of the game” were lined up beside me. I felt kind of like a surgeon before an operation. Only a couple of things were missing. The scrub nurse, but I do just fine working alone. And, there would be no anesthetic during this operation.

I briefly went through the rules of the game, one more time. I wanted to make sure my fuck toy knew her job. I added that she was required to tell me, any time she was at level 9 and about to cum. I said I needed to know, so I could properly control the game. Then, I looked deep into her eyes and smiled. The look on her face was interesting. Earlier I had seen fear, but that was gone. Once again, she was willing to be my sexual toy.

Still looking into her eyes, I let my hands begin to probe her body. I slowly caressed her stomach with my right hand, then slid it down between her legs. I leaned over and lightly bit her right nipple and tugged on it with my teeth. It stretched a little, before I lost my grip. I watched it slowly regain It’s shape.

I watched the slut’s facial expressions as my hand found her clit. She gasped, then her mouth fell open as I rubbed her clit between my thumb and finger. I could feel it get hard and slippery. Her breathing was louder and labored. Her body began to shake. I thought I’d find out just how much she liked what I was doing. “What level are you at, slut?”

“Mmmm, I’m in heaven,” she said. She sounded like she was out in left field.

“What? Hey, I said what level are you at?”

Her body jerked, when she heard me. “Oh, sorry, Sir. Um, I’m at level three.”

“Three? Shit.” I was disappointed. I thought sure she was more turned on than that. But, I didn’t think it would take long. After all, the game had just begun.

I slid my hand further down in her crotch, and sank a couple of fingers inside her pussy. I started to wiggle them inside her, as I pushed the palm of my hand against her clit. It didn’t take long for her to start wiggling with my hand.

With my left hand, I started pinching her nipples. She liked that. Those nipples got even harder, as I twisted each of them with my fingers. She moaned her appreciation and her body responded in exactly the way I wanted it to. She arched her back to get my fingers deeper inside of her. I added another, so I was wiggling three fingers inside of her pussy.

I pushed her body back down. I heard her whimper as I stuck out my tongue. I was licking her tits, leaving them wet and sensitive. Her nipples stood at attention, just begging for my mouth.

“What level are you at, now?”

“…Level five. Five…Sir.”

“Five, huh? That’s better.”

I was beginning to wonder if I’d lost my touch, for a minute. But, the slut was squirming as she forced out her answer. If it was that difficult for her to speak at level five, she would soon be speechless.

I picked up the little bullet vibe and turned it on. The slut was watching my every move. When she heard the vibe humming, she stuck her tongue out to wet her lips. Before that tongue had circled her whole mouth, I pressed the vibe firmly against her clit and held it there.

She let out a short, high pitched shriek and her body jerked up against the vibe. I’d caught her off guard. I don’t think she was expecting me to go right for her sensitive spots. I watched her eyes as they started to glaze over, then I slowly lifted the vibe from her body.

The groan I heard told me she had enjoyed that vibe almost too much. But, almost was the key word. And, when tormenting a bound woman, you almost take her beyond her ability to recover. Give her time to calm down…then do it again.

I could see some perspiration on her forehead. My slut was almost out of control. I held the still buzzing vibe just above her clit as I asked, “What level are you now, slut?”

I guess it was difficult for her to concentrate. Her eyes went from me, to the vibe, then back to me, again. My forearm was resting on her pelvic bone, but other than that, I wasn’t touching her at all.

Nearly ten seconds went by. She still hadn’t answered me. I think her anticipation was getting the best of her. So, I removed that anticipation. I pressed the vibe against her clit, again…but only for about a second, before I removed it.

Her whole body tensed up. She humped up against that vibe like it was her best friend. But, she groaned loudly, when I pulled it away. She began whimpering, like a needy puppy. Her body was shaking and hips were humping the air. It was obvious that she wanted that vibe back.

Her breathing was short and breathy. To get her attention, I flicked her right nipple with my finger. “Hey, I asked you a question, slut. What’s your answer?”

She did her best to catch her breath. She wet her lips and in a loud whisper she answered. “Seven…no, eight, Sir.”

“Well, what is it? Is it seven, or eight?”

She quickly answered, “Eight, Sir.”

“Eight, huh? Say, you must like this little vibe to move from level five to eight so fast.” I smiled at her and slowly brought the vibe up to her tits. I lightly touched each of her nipples with the vibe’s tip. She strained her neck to watch the vibe’s every movement. Her eyes were glued to it. She moaned softly, as it buzzed against her. Her body jerked as it touched her sensitive flesh.

“Nine, Sir. Le…level nine!”

“Wow! That little vibe has power over you. That’s interesting.”

Because she said she was at level nine, I knew I had to remove all stimulation. I pulled away from her, and her body arched up to me. Man, she was ready to cum. When she noticed I was going to leave her alone, she groaned her disapproval.

I let her calm down, for a while. That was part of the game. She tells me when she’s at level nine, and I do my part in making sure she doesn’t go past that level…until I decide. It’s sometimes hell for the slut, but I’m sure she will enjoy it, eventually.

After a short time without my touch, I asked her what level she was at. “OK, slut, have you calmed down?”

She nodded her head. “Yes, Sir, I have.”

“OK, then. What level are you at, now?”

“…Maybe five, Sir.”

“Maybe five, huh? That’s not very calm.” Instead of just sitting back and wasting time while the slut calmed down, I decided on a distraction. It had been a while since I asked if she was thirsty. “Do you want a drink of water, before we continue?”

“Oh, yes, Sir. That would be nice.”

I looked over to where Lucy and Rita were sitting. They still seemed to be pissed about the figging thing. But, I thought I’d risk getting flipped off and asked Lucy to get the slut some water. She didn’t even hesitate, but quickly jumped off the desk and got a glass of water.

She was even nice with the slut. She had to help her drink, because she was bound. She held her head up and also held the glass while the slut drank. I was impressed with Lucy’s bedside manner, but I was more impressed that I didn’t get flipped off.

Once the slut had been re-hydrated, I again asked what level she was at. My distraction had worked. She said she hovering around level two or three. I guess Lucy’s technique for giving a drink of water wasn’t very sexy.

I wanted to bring the slut back up to a high level of arousal. That’s what the game is all about. Bring the sub up to level eight or nine, but don’t let them cum. You do that a number of times, and then, after a while and without their knowledge, you decide to let them cum. Stand back, though. It will be an explosive orgasm.

So, we got back to the game. I put my hand on the slut’s pussy and pat it like it was my new puppy. I could feel the heat and the presence of moisture. I got a pleasant reaction from the slut, too. I left my hand resting on her pussy and leaned over to get closer to her nipples. I stuck my tongue out and slurped at each one, making them glisten with my saliva. Then, I blew on them, sending cold chills through her body. Her nipples were hard, but they got harder, when I blew on them.

After blowing on them, I bared my teeth and nibbled on them…not enough to hurt. My teeth didn’t close. I just took hold of her nipples, and played with them, between my teeth. One, after the other, I kept nibbling on her nipples. She was soon arching her back, her chest reaching for my mouth.

I quickly slapped her pussy with my open palm. She let out a short moan, but the slap wasn’t enough to stop her desire or her squirming. I grabbed her right nipple and sucked on it, hard. No teeth, but it was enough that she was fighting her bonds, arching her back up to meet my mouth. I moved over to her left nipple and grabbed it. I sucked it into my mouth and she whimpered. While I was holding her nipple in my mouth, I slapped her pussy again. She knew I was using pain and pleasure together to confuse her…but I don’t think I was really confusing her.

I stuck my bird finger into her pussy. It was very wet and very hot. The slut wasn’t on fire, but I knew it wouldn’t be difficult to take her there. She squirmed, when she felt my finger. Her chest dropped to the ottoman, but her pelvis quickly popped up, trying to get my finger in deeper.

“Hey, now…don’t get greedy. That’s not fair. If you get greedy, I’ll just remove all sensation and let you suffer a while.”

“But, I can’t help it, Sir. I want it deeper inside me.”

“That’s part of the game. I get your all hot and bothered and you do your best to keep from cumming.”

“Your job is easier than mine, Sir.”

“Well, maybe so. But, you’ll get to cum, eventually. That’s a perk to think about.”

The slut nodded her head, as my finger went deeper into her pussy. The slut’s body was churning back and forth…humping my hand and following the rhythm I was setting with my probing finger.

It was obvious to me that she was getting all worked up again. She was a quick study. “Mmm. I love that.”

I continued to rub my hand over her pussy. My bird finger was still diving in and out of her pussy. She was slowly building up to the boiling point, again. “How much do you like it? What level are you at?

The slut moaned and rolled her eyes. “I don’t know, for sure. When you first stuck your finger inside, I lost track of where I was.”

I continued fucking her pussy with my finger and she was humping against my hand. I knew it was difficult for her to concentrate. “Slut…I need a number. What level are you at?”

The slut’s attention was on my hand and where it was. She was looking down her body to where my hand was. She was doing her best to keep her hips tight against the palm of my hand. I heard her whimper a little and even groan, as she strained against the ropes to get what she wanted.

Still waiting for an answer, I quickly removed my hand. She groaned her disappointment, then pouted that my hand was no longer giving her what she wanted. Her body slapped against the leather of the ottoman, as she tried to relax herself. Her eyes seemed to be staring at nothing.

Once again I tried to get her attention and ask my question. “A Hem! I said…what level are you at?”

The slut’s chest was still heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She looked at me, so I knew she had to be coming around. “Oh, sorry, Sir. I loved what your hand was doing.”

“That’s nice to hear, but it doesn’t tell me what level you are at. Does it?”

She took a big breath and cleared her throat. “No, Sir. It doesn’t.

“So, what’s your answer?”

“Level six, Sir. I’m only guessing, of course. It could be a strong five. But, I think six is a better choice.”

“So, six it is?”

“Yes, Sir. Six it is.”

“Well, you made quite a jump from three to six.”

The slut looked at me and smiled. “It was your hand, Sir.”

“You liked that, huh?”

“Oh, yes, Sir.”

“Well, relax for a little bit and I might do it some more.”

“Relax, Sir?”

The slut was getting opinionated. She didn’t like the word relax. She wanted my hand back on her pussy. I don’t think it was my hand she loved so much as she did enjoy the attention her clit was getting. More to the point, she wanted to cum.

Not that I don’t have an ego, but I didn’t think what I was doing with my hand was all that great. That’s what the game does to the playee. The slow building of arousal, the denial…it does something to the mind. It enhances sexual desire. And, each time it’s repeated, that denied desire keeps building. By the time I’m ready to end the game, I bet all I’d have to do is breath on her clit to set off an explosive climax.

I looked the slut right in the eyes. “Yes, relax.” I smiled at her. “Chill.” Well, she did try to relax, but like I said, she didn’t want to. “You know, I’m gonna make this game last as long as I can. And, you’re the one who will benefit from it.” I pointed my finger between her legs. “That twitching that your clit is doing right now…that’s nothing compared to what it will be doing in a little while.”

The slut’s eyes got really big and she stared right back at me. “Really?”

“Yes, really. You’ve gotta put more trust in me. I’ve kept Lucy and Rita from beating up on you. I’ve allowed you to be a part of their figging punishment. And now, I’m going to force such a powerful orgasm out of you, you’ll probably pass out.”

“But, it’s taking too long.”

Just then, Rita walked over to where we were. She made a fist with her right hand and was slapping it into her left hand. “Ah, shut up, bitch! Just lay there and enjoy it, like a good slut should.”

I got up to my feet. I thought sure Rita was about to slug the slut. But, she didn’t. I guess the fist thing was just for effect. “Well Rita, you decided to rejoin the party?”

“Um….yeah. This game sounds interesting.”

“Yes, it can be. And, if you take your time and do it right, it’s very interesting.”

“Take your time? Jeezzzz. Why does it always have to take so long?”

“Well, it doesn’t have to. But, if you want to do it right, it takes time.”

Rita shook her head as she turned and walked over to the desk. She jumped up and plopped herself down on the desktop. “OK, I guess I can wait. But, I don’t want to wait too long.”


Looks like i was in the right place at the right time again Sir......may i play Your game? *squirmming*
Rita is always so impatient. Why can’t she just go with the flow, once in a while? “Well, you’ll wait as long as is necessary. And, no, I don’t know how long that will be…so don’t ask.”

Rita just sat there. She didn’t say anything else. So, I returned to the game. I stood there, beside the bound slut. I looked down at her. Her nipples were hard and her clit looked kind of hungry. “OK, slut, what level are you at, now?”

“Level three, Sir.”

“Level three, huh?" I smiled, as I got down on my knees beside her. "Well, let’s see what we can do about that. Shall we?”

Looks like i was in the right place at the right time again Sir......may i play Your game? *squirmming*