Pussy torture for touching myself without Sir’s permission

Pussy torture is what sir says I deserve as he puts the zip ties lock around my wrists and I can’t move my hands. The rope binds my feet to the feet of the chair. I can’t move. I surrender myself to him and his pussy torture ways.

He ties a tie around me as if it is a blind fold and I can’t see. Then I feel the pinch and pleasure of the nipple clamp. One nipple, the coldness of the chain pressed against my body, weaved through the cold metal of the chair, and the clamped to the other nipple.

I let out a whimper, on the edge of cuming, stuffed to the brim, dripping wet. Damn this pussy torture.

He grabs me by my pony tail, pulling my head to the side, sinking his teeth into my neck, kissing hard. I melt and moan and beg for more, for some release, but instead he kisses me all over, making me beg and beg and beg for more.

His finger brushes over the outside of my asshole. For the love of all things wonderful, I beg him to please just fuck me, to let me cum but he won’t let me. Instead he leaves me along for a moment to savor his pussy torture ways, until I feel his tongue flicking my nipples, pulling them and teasing them.

Then a new sensation. The vibrator sits outside my asshole. I can feel the vibrations deep inside me and I fight the urge to come. I don’t have permission.

A moment later there’s a vibrator on my clit.

He torments my breasts, my clit, my asshole. I want to come, but I can’t.

“Are you going to touch yourself without permission again?”

“No,” I whimper.

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