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So, it’s been a while since I wrote a story. Had a bad time at my first practice placement for grad college and the last few months were especially bad. That being said, I’m at a new place now doing therapy for medical students, and life is a lot easier than it used to be. Moving on…
For the last few months, our sex life has been pretty good, despite the stress, and we’ve been pushing some boundaries and exploring some emotions we both have about sex. In doing so, we’ve pushed slightly away from the more traditional bondage we’ve been doing, but still staying in the realm of BDSM with things like orgasm denial and some light exhibitionism (going out on dates with a buttplug in, or with semi-visible lingerie, etc.) Typically, I call her Goddess and she calls me Toy, Slut, Princess, or Worshipper. It’s really nice, and I like feeling valued and noticed during sex.
Today, I was in a bad mood. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, my head hurt, my back hurt, I was anxious and didn’t know why, but I did my best to address it. I told my Goddess I needed to get out of the house and just go somewhere. It didn’t matter where, just somewhere. She said that sounded good, and asked if she could come. We made plans to go out to a little cafe for Brunch, the gayest of all meals, when we drove past a farmer’s market, the gayest of all markets. We decided to stop there instead, and ended up eating Brunch from one of the stalls, getting some homemade tamales, some cute earrings, and a little crocheted bee. This did wonders for my mood, and I felt amazing on the way home.
Once we got home, we watched some TV and went to snuggle. I had a new sorta dress/sorta trenchcoat thing I wanted to try on before I laid down for a nap and got all sleepy (my Goddess is a perfect little space heater, and is basically a lullaby incarnate, so I fall asleep SO damn fast next to her). The dresscoat (I just made that word up) was really nice, a bit shorter than I wondered it would be, and showed off my cleavage pretty well. I turned around to look in the mirror and caught Goddess staring at me. I pretended not to notice while I danced around in my dresscoat thing and made a show of taking it off (it unbuttons all the day down, which imo is sexier than lingerie).
I told her I needed to go brush my hair first, since I knew that would give her some time to get ready if she was as turned on as I wondered she was. Worst-case scenario, I have freshly brushed hair before a nap, so either way I win. Sure enough, I came back to the blankets off the bed and my Goddess fully naked except for her cute panties. She motioned me to come over, and for about 20 minutes we alternated between pleasuring each other, swapping between sucking on nipples (we both can cum from just nippleplay), gently caressing clits, and fondling breasts and asses. It felt nice, we felt comfortable, and then I saw the switch flip. She was no longer my GF, she was Goddess, and I was gonna be her toy.
She started gently, telling me she might not let me cum until later tonight. We have business coming over to do a movie/game night, so I knew that would mean either having to hide an orgasm in front of friends, or having to wait, probably with a buttplug in, until they left before she would finish me off, and that was *if* she was feeling nice. I love submitting to her, and just thinking about not being able to get off despite needing to cum so badly was making me drip onto the bedsheets. She was going slow, I noticed, and I was starting to suspect she was going slow *just* to make me need it more. She was giving me instructions to meditate while she was doing it, and while sometimes I can try and be brattier, I just *needed* her right then, so I was doing it. If she promised to keep playing with my nipples and clit the way she had been, I would have meditated for hours without question. She kept telling me to just focus on the sensation and describe it to her, but every time I described the sensation to her it made me want it more. She told me to focus on relaxing my pelvic muscles and just allowing myself to feel her touching me without interruption or interference from the needy part of my brain telling to I needed more. It felt like this went on for an hour, but I’m impatient so it was probably only like 20 minutes.
She told me she was gonna put in a buttplug and make me worship her until she was satisfied. She eased in the biggest buttplug I have (it’s huge, honestly, it’s terrifying to look at; I keep telling her it’s what I’ll use as a weapon if anyone ever tries to rob us) and mounted me, dangling her plump, full breasts right above my mouth for me to suck. I went to TOWN on her nipples, moving my tongue slowly, passionately, and deliberately, for about 20 minutes while she made soft breathy moans in my ear. Finally, she told me she was done for now, and wanted to make me cum. I was excited, since I wondered she wasn’t going to make me cum until later. I asked if she was sure, and she said she wanted to make me wait but had started to feel a little capricious. She lay me out on my back, then lifted my legs over her shoulders and started by gently and slowly fucking me with my buttplug, pulling it out and then slowly putting it back in. I love anal, so the sensation was incredible. She was moving slowly, since she wanted me to focus on mindfulness during the sex, but eventually even the slow fucking was getting to me. I asked if I could use a vibrator on my clit while she kept going with the buttplug, and she said yes, but to tell her when I was about to cum.
I used to take SO long to finish, honestly, but over time I have kinda been trained to cum for her more quickly. As she slowly fucked my ass, eventually removing the plug to use her fingers, I felt the first orgasm coming. When we first started dating my orgasms took forever to happen and they fucking destroyed me, but now that we’ve been playing around with Orgasm Torture the first one all the time happens fast, and the later ones are the ones that break me. I told her the first one was coming, and she ordered me to do something new – push my legs together, hold them straight up, and push up my hips. She continued to fuck me deeply, slowly, and deliberately, while holding my legs by the ankles so I was halfway lifted off the bed. I didn’t know where she was going with it, but the orgasm hit hard and fast and with my hips pushed up and my legs suspended like they were it almost felt like a convulsion as I came. She didn’t stop, though, she held my legs still and kept going, and within two minutes another orgasm hit me. Now knowing I was really ready to go, she let my legs drop, pushed a third finger into my ass, and leaned in to begin sucking on my nipples. In no time, I had a third orgasm from the combined pleasure of gentle, deliberate anal stimulation, and gentle, deliberate nipple play. I was in ecstasy, and was more than happy to let her know how good I felt. I told her I needed just a second to catch my breath, and she nodded, getting up to go wash her hands.
Since she normally washes her hands after she’s done for the evening, I wondered she was done, but when she returned she had a determined look on her face. She told me she wondered I could do more. This was true, my previous record for orgasms was 9, and I was still ready to go, so I nodded obediently and she wordlessly lifted my legs over her shoulders and, with her newly washed hands, started to finger my soaking-wet slit. Her fingers moved slowly, rhythmically, and I was so turned on she was able to get three fingers inside me with almost no difficulty, which she used to apply extra pressure to my tight hole while she fucked all of my pleasure spots. She maintained her practice of going slow, deep, and deliberate, and while it took a few moments I could start to feel the sort of orgasm building that makes your eyes water. I was gasping, not in a sexy way, but in an “Oh No This Is Gonna Kill Me” way, but that’s exactly what she was looking for. She maintained pressure, speed, and depth, and grabbed my chin with her free hand, pinching my face slightly and forcing me to look her directly in the eyes. I came hard. It hit me like a lightning bolt, and lasted for almost a full minute as she maintained her movements exactly.
Once it was done and I caught my breath, she told me she was gonna go for one more, bringing the total to 5, which I felt pretty good about. She reinserted her fingers, only two this time, and used the “come hither” motion on my g-spot, moving deliberately and encouraging me to focus on my breathing. It took several minutes, but they were several delicious minutes. She was treating me now, burying her face in between my legs and lapping up my juices for a few moments before giving me the vibrator and telling me I had full reign. My legs were twitching involuntarily from time-to-time as she had already almost done me in, but she wasn’t stopping. I was laid out on my back now, my legs splayed out however was most comfortable as she fingered me with celestial patience. The feeling was building up right behind my belly button, and running down my legs and up to my nipples. She heard me whine and somehow knew I needed some attention on my tits. Without missing a beat, she moved her free hand to one nipple and her tongue to the other, and that was what it took to push me over the edge. Some seconds passed, then my back went tight, my core clenched together hard, my legs wrapped around her, and I felt my pussy spasming on her fingers as I threw myself fully into this orgasm, which i wondered would be my last. As soon as it ended, I looked at her, breathless, desperate, giddy from wave after wave of overwhelming orgasms, and saw that she was not done. 6 orgasms in, I knew she was gonna push for at least one more.
She pulled her fingers out and let me catch my breath, holding me against her breasts as I tried to blink away the spots dancing in front of my eyes. Finally, she asked me if I could keep going. I nodded, and she slipped two fingers into my pussy, getting the nice and lubricated, before pushing them into my tight asshole. I moved the vibrator away for a moment and just felt her gentle movements inside of me. She moved her mouth and tongue onto my breasts, which were so sensitive now I think she could have just blinked her eyelashes on them and made me cum. I came hard – once, then twice, rapid, back-to-back, but she wasn’t done. I was almost delirious from the sex, but the sensation was amazing, I couldn’t stop, so instead she kept going, switching breasts and using her free hand to rub my clit while I moaned. I felt powerless to the magic she was working over my body, and I loved it – I loved knowing I could trust her to hold that power over me and use it for good. Slowly, she made brought another orgasm out, and then let me rest. By then, my ass, pussy, and tits had all been fucked almost raw, and I was at a neat 9 orgasms, my previous record. She held me while I shuddered through the aftershocks and tried to remember my name, but once I was able to talk, she sat up.
“9 is a lot of orgasms, toy. I’m not sure if you can take anymore, but I would love to try.”
“I don’t think I can, Goddess, I’m sorry.”
She nodded understandingly, then casually mentioned, “Well, with your ass and pussy fucked, I counted 6. And two more from the nipples. I thought that we could get you back up to 9 before we finished.”
“There was three with the nipples, Goddess,” I said.
“Ah, well, that’s a neat nine then. I guess I can’t go past that, unless…” She smiled sweetly at me. “I could tickle you?”
I don’t know if it’s common or ordinary, but I can cum from tickling; in fact, the orgasms I get from tickling are so overwhelming I felt like it might melt me – I already felt raw from the sex. Not just physically, but emotionally. But I knew I could go further. I nodded and lifted my arms, exposing my ribs and armpits. She smiled, kissed my neck, then slowly moved her fingertips down my sides. Her fingers danced down my ribs, my stomach, and then back up to my armpits, while my brain was wracked with pleasure. I honestly don’t know how long it lasted – I was only focused on how much I was cumming. In what felt like just seconds, I felt like the only thing keeping me from sobbing in ecstasy was the uncontrollable laughter from the tickling. She looked at me with pride as I took it all, eventually twitching and convulsing in orgasm. She gave me a break, then started again, this time massaging my nipples too. The two sensations together made my brain explode with fireworks. I was seeing stars, but she still didn’t stop, tickling me while massaging my breasts with her thumbs. Finally it was too much to take – I begged her to stop, and she listened, slowing the tickling down until I could catch my breath.
It took, by our guess, about 30 minutes after she was done before I was able to move without twitching or convulsing as some spine-tingling wave of pleasure ran through my body. She held me, whispering how proud she was and what a good girl I was, until I was finally able to tell her.
“Four more.”
“Four more orgasms? I counted 2.”
“It was definitely 4, I felt my ears start ringing after number 3.”
“So 13 is our new record?” She asked. She looked SO pleased with herself as she made a note of the accomplishment.
“Yes, Goddess, 13’s the new one to beat.”
“Well, not for a while, Slut, I don’t want to break you.”
“Too late, I feel like applesauce.”
She held me against her chest until I regained enough strength to sit up, and cradled me through the powerful orgasmic aftershocks died out. By the time I could stand again, it was almost time for business to come over, so we had to shower fast. Then like everyone cancelled on us, so just one friend showed up, but it was still a nice evening. We watched a few episodes of the Simpsons and now she’s getting ready for bed while I finish this story up. If anyone has any good scary movie recs, let me know, we’re having our anniversary in a haunted building and I wanna get scared before she fucks me in front of the ghosts.
NSFW: yes
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