Forced Erotica

by Emmie Combs

  "More than that Mistress, I adore you, I worship you, I think about you from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep. You are everything to me Mistress, I live to bring you pleasure...I long to be allowed to worship your pussy, I can never get enough of it, I love feeling you cum under my tongue, your pussy squeezing my fingers. I love it more than anything Mistress."

  "More than anything slave?"

  "Yes Mistress."

  "More than your own orgasm slave?"

  "Yes Mistress."

  "Do you really expect me to believe that slave?"

  "I hope so Mistress."

  "So what if I said that you had to chose between worshipping my pussy and cumming yourself slave, which would you chose?"

  "Worshipping your pussy Mistress."

  "What if I said you had to chose for....six months or even a year slave?"

  "Are you asking me to chose Mistress?"

  "Answer the question slave!"

  "Yes Mistress...I would chose to worship your beautiful pussy Mistress."

  "Are you sure slave?"

  "Yes...Mistress." My jaw was trembling as I spoke.

  "Even though that would mean months on end of unimaginable frustration for you slave?"

  "Yes Mistress."

  "Good, slave. I'm almost tempted to test you on that....indeed I might, one day. But for now I think I'll stick with my original plan."

  I heard her moving away and then sitting in an armchair. I heard the rustle of the rest of her clothes being removed and then after a couple of minutes the sound of her fingers working into her pussy.

  "Come here slave."

  I pulled myself up off the sofa and moved towards where the sounds were coming from. As I got nearer she reached out and guided me inbetween her legs, then she grasped my half-hard cock and stroked it to full hardness before pushing me down onto my knees. As I knelt I felt her moving closer and she rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her soaking wet pussy lips, it was the most exquisite torture imaginable.

  "Can you feel that slave, my wonderful, tight, slippery pussy?"

  "Yes Mistress." I breathed desperately.

  "That feels soooo good doesn't it slave?"

  "Oh yes Mistress, it feels amazing."

  "I was very impressed with your performance slave, you made your Mistress extremely happy today."

  "Thank you Mistress."

  "And I'm very impressed that you would choose to eat my pussy over taking your own pleasure slave, very impressed indeed."

  "Thank you Mistress."

  "In fact I'm so impressed with you I'm almost tempted to let you cum inside me right now....would you like that slave?"

  "Yes Mistress...if it pleased you Mistress."

  "Of course you would, even though you know you always have to lick up your cum afterwards."

  "Yes Mistress, I'm used to that now Mistress."

  I could hear the smile in her voice "Of course you are slave, of course you are."

  She rubbed my cock up and down her pussy several more times then groaned as she rubbed the tip over her aching clit.

  "But the thing is slave, I gave you a test and you failed, so I can't do that. Well I could, I can do anything I want. But it doesn't seem right somehow. Hmm, I know, why don't you eat my pussy while I think about exactly what it is that I want to do."

  "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress."

  "Good slave."

  I pushed my tongue between her legs, I found her cunt was utterly soaked and within minutes she was twisting on the chair as she had a huge orgasm. I continued licking her until she pushed my head away and then remained kneeling until she got her breath back. She leaned forward and pulled the blindfold off.

  "Very good slave."

  She leaned further forward and kissed me, her tongue tangling with mine as she tasted her pussy on my lips.

  "I love it when you taste of me." She said.

  Then she lay back in the chair and played her fingers over her slippery wet cunt. She used two fingers to splay her lips open and smiled as she saw my reaction.

  "It's true isn't it slave, you are completely obsessed with my pussy?"

  "Yes Mistress. I am."

  She reached forward and pulled my head between her legs again and told me to start gently. Fifteen minutes later she came again and as she bucked she held me in place with her thighs and her hands, making sure that I maintained contact until she was completely satisfied.

  Finally she pushed me away, she was exhausted, sweating and red in the face.

  "Well done slave, that was absolutely amazing. I am very pleased with you."

  But she still didn't let me cum. Once she'd recovered she explained that if she let me cum then it would have negated the point of the test, and , she pointed out, on the plus side I'd just knocked another two orgasms off the total. Sensing my disappointment she sat me back on the sofa and started kissing me deeply. Inevitably my cock swelled and she quickly straddled my body and sank all the way down onto my straining length. She gasped as she felt my hardness stretch her and then stayed perfectly still, kissing me passionately for several minutes and gently squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles. Finally she came up for air and gave me a huge smile. It was then that I noticed she wasn't even wearing a necklace.

  Mistress decided it was time to get off me. She slid her pussy up off my cock and climbed off my lap. She dressed herself and then replaced the CB-3000. After she clicked the lock shut she told me she was going to wear the key on a chain around her neck in future, as she knew that was something I had fantasized about in the past.

  "Just imagine sitting with me in a pub or a restaurant slave, your cock locked-up and me sitting right there in front of you with the key around my neck. You'll enjoy that won't you slave?"

  I found myself agreeing with her and thanking her despite feeling tricked and as I sat there with my cock caged once more I became certain that before she had put the blindfold on me she had been wearing a necklace. I couldn't be sure it was the one I had described, but I was sure she had been wearing something. The more I thought about the more convinced I became, but what could I do. The only necklace that mattered now was the one with the key to my chastity device on it, and making a fuss wouldn't do any good, so I let it drop.

  The next four of Mistress's orgasms were dispatched in a matter of days. As we lay in bed together after the fourth one, she started kissing me then moved down my body to where the ever present CB-3000 lay between my legs. I felt the key on her neck chain drag across my leg and then I heard the lock click open. Mistress removed the cock cage and my cock swelled dramatically. She slid her fingers around it and then swung herself over me and sat astride my legs. She shuffled forward and eased my cock into her slippery hole, just a couple of inches, just enough to keep me in place.

  "You know slave, I was really impressed with your performance last time...I really wanted to let you cum, but I just couldn't, you know that don't you?"

  "Yes Mistress."

  "Did you feel cheated after the last time slave, honestly?"

  "Well, a little Mistress."

  "Was that because you thought I was being mean slave, or was there another reason?"

  I hesitated, unsure whether it was in my best interests to bring the subject up...

  "Umm, well....I'm not 100% sure Mistress, but I kind of remember you wearing a necklace before you blindfolded me."

  She slipped down another inch on my cock.

  "Yes slave, you're right, I was..." Bingo, I fucking knew it! "...but it wasn't the one from Amsterdam, so it really didn't make any difference."

  She slid further down onto my cock, bringing a groan from my own throat.

  "Still, I feel bad that I cheated you slave, and that I didn't let you cum....can you forgive me slave?"

  I was about to say 'yes' when it occurred to me that that might not be the answer she was looking for. It was so hard to think with her grinding herself up and down my aching cock, and then she reached back and sta
rted squeezing my very full balls.

  "Well slave, do you forgive me?"

  "I.... I am yours to use as you please Mistress. My approval or forgiveness is meaningless, the only thing that is important to me is your pleasure."

  She groaned with pleasure and leaned forward to kiss me.

  "Perfect..." she breathed, as she started to slide up and down my cock.

  After a couple of minutes I felt my balls starting to tighten and told her I was getting very close.

  "Fill me full of your cum slave, I want to feel it inside me...."

  She didn't need to tell me twice and it was mere seconds until I felt the first spurt of cum shoot out of my spasming cock. She pumped and squeezed my poor stalk with her wonderful pussy until I begged her to stop, whereupon she slid up my body and straddled my face. She paused for a moment and opened her pussy with her fingers to show me what I was about to taste.

  "You love cleaning my pussy after you've cum in me don't you slave?"

  "Yes Mistress. I really do love it."

  She groaned and planted her pussy on my face, grinding it against my lips and tongue as I sucked every last drop from her cream filled hole and swallowed it all. Even when I had cleaned her she still continued grinding her pussy roughly against my face, until finally she reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit furiously with her fingers until she came hard, her juices dripping onto my chin and into my mouth. I waited until she had recovered and then used my tongue to clean her sodden pussy and thighs, lapping ecstatically at her slippery skin until she finally pulled away. She lay down next to me and we tangled together kissing each other passionately until our lips were stinging.

  "That was amazing." I said. "I love you so much."

  "Even though I keep you horny and frustrated?"

  "Especially because you keep me horny and frustrated!"

  She was quite for a moment and then said "Did you really mean what you said before, about the only thing that's important to you is my pleasure?"

  "Yes Mistress, I did."

  "Do you promise?"

  "Absolutely Mistress."

  She gave me a thoroughly contented smile, kissed me once more and then we held each other until we went to sleep.

  - - -

  A fortnight (and nine orgasms for Mistress) later, she summoned me to the bedroom. She told me that today would be my third time of release and my chance to cum a second time. She told me to pick up the two dice on the bedside table and roll them. I scored a five and a three, a total of eight. She smiled and told me that she would tell me what that meant after I had made her cum. I eagerly took my place between her legs and began gently licking her beautiful pussy.

  "I love how you're always so eager to lick me, don't you ever get bored?"

  "Never Mistress. I love it more than anything."

  "Is it that you love eating pussy slave, or is it that you love eating MY pussy?"

  "I love eating YOUR pussy Mistress."

  "Good answer slave." She said, then sighed and closed her eyes as I flicked my tongue along her moist lips.

  "You are a wonderful slave." She murmured as I moved upwards to flick my tongue over her clit.

  "Thank you Mistress." I breathed as I slid my fingers into her pussy and started to rub the front wall with my fingertip, my ring finger grazing her asshole. She groaned and I increased my pace slightly, finding a rhythm that was eventually rewarded as she came once again. When I had cleaned her with my tongue she had me kneel on the bed beside her and she leaned forward so that she could undo the lock on the chastity device with the key on the chain around her neck.

  Once released she told me to get myself hard (well, that was a bit redundant, as it took about three seconds) and to then jerk my cock as I admired her body. I was quite happy to do this and she idly reached up and squeezed my balls with one hard while the other played over her body, squeezing her nipples, smoothing across her stomach and then dipping between her legs to play with her pussy.

  "If I let you cum slave, where would you most like to cum....or should I say, where would you most enjoy licking your cum from?"

  As I pondered the question for a moment, Mistress continued....

  "Perhaps you'd like to cum on my feet slave, I know you've always had a thing about my feet...can you imagine licking your cum from between my beautiful toes slave? Would you like that?"

  "Yes Mistress."

  "Or perhaps you'd like to spray your juice over my beautiful legs..." She smoothed her hand along her thigh to focus my attention.

  "Or maybe you'd prefer to lick your hot creamy spunk off my gorgeous tits?"

  I gulped loudly, and momentarily lost my rhythm.

  "Don't stop jerking slave, unless you're getting too close, are you getting too close slave?"

  "No Mistress. Not yet."

  "Good slave, because I haven't gone through all the options yet...." She rolled over on the bed and pushed her ass towards me. "...perhaps you'd like to cum all over my ass slave, I'm sure some would find it's way between my cheeks and then you could lick it off my asshole, I know how much you love licking my tight little asshole. Don't you slave?"

  "Yes Mistress." I groaned, loosening slightly the grip on my cock.

  She peeled her ass cheeks apart to give me a clear view of her tight little rosebud and I groaned loudly. Satisfied, she quickly turned over again and sat up, her face just inches from mine.

  "Or maybe you'd like to cum in my mouth slave, maybe that would be your preferred option. Although I can tell you that even if you were lucky enough to cum in my mouth you'd still be the one swallowing it."

  "Thank you Mistress." I said, my grip becoming looser by the second as I sought to delay the inevitable.

  "Well slave..." she said reaching for a piece of paper from the bedside table. "...as you've already thrown the dice, I can tell you that in fact, you won't be licking your cum from any of those places."

  I groaned in frustration as she read from the list

  "I know slave, but sadly the dice have spoken, now let's see... mouth was three, feet were five, legs were seven...." she looked up at me to see my reaction. "...ass was nine, oh dear, so very close slave.....and breasts were eleven.... you see slave, all you had to do was throw an odd number and you were guaranteed to hit one of them, quite literally.... (she allowed herself a small chuckle at that). But sadly for you, you threw an even number....and I can tell you that all the even numbers have the same word written by them, can you guess what that word is slave?"

  I was getting close to cumming now and had slowed my hand's movements dramatically. I tried to think what the other word might be.

  "Get yourself close to cumming slave and I'll tell you what that word is. If you don't like it, you can always forfeit your cum...does that sound fair?"

  "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." I was struggling to think what the other word could be, but the only things I could think of were pussy and face. I doubted very much it would be 'face' and 'pussy' would hardly be a disappointment, I was confused indeed.

  I feasted my eyes on Mistress's gorgeous body as I brought myself closer to cumming and when I was almost at the edge I told her I was close. She turned the piece of paper around and I saw that next to all the even numbers was written the word 'Hand'.

  "If you really want to cum slave, cum in your other hand and lick it up...."

  I was so close to cumming. Had I had more time to think I might have chosen differently, tried to plead with her, but as it was before I could really think it through I felt my warm spunk pooling in the palm of my left hand. Now it was too late and I gave in to the feeling as I jerked my cock hard, and emptied my balls into my left hand.

  "Now lick it up!" She said, sternly.

  It was surprisingly difficult. Licking your cum off a gorgeous woman's body or out of her wet pussy is one thing, but licking it out of your own hand, especially in front of that same gorgeous woman, just felt weird!

  "The more you think about it the harder
it's going to get." She said.

  I quickly realised she was right and brought my cum filled palm up to meet my outstretched tongue. It seemed worse somehow, without the proximity of female flesh to take my mind off the taste.

  The next twelve (yes twelve!) of Mistress's orgasms took almost four weeks to get through. As you can imagine, by that time I was way beyond merely aching to cum. My every waking moment was a study in male desperation, but still Mistress didn't ease up on her teasing, if anything she stepped it up. Every night she stroked and squeezed my swollen balls and teased my cock through the gaps in the chastity device. It was utter hell, but complete heaven at the same time, I existed in a daze, like being slightly drunk all the time. And of course throughout all this I was expected to continue eating Mistress's gorgeous pussy time after time after time. And I loved it.

  As Mistress's orgasm count continued to climb I realised that we were nearing the end of the game and began to wonder if Mistress had decided to omit my last 'chance' to cum (presumably for some minor infraction of some unknown rule), but had neglected to tell me. By my count we had only three orgasms to go until we would have reached the total of thirty-six by the dice, and it seemed a bit strange to give me another chance so close to the end.

  So it was kind of out of the blue when Mistress anounced that today would be the day of my final 'chance' to cum. She walked up to me and told me to drop what I was doing and come with her. I complied immediately and followed her into the lounge where she dropped into a chair and told me to kneel at her feet. She kicked off her shoes and told me to start worshipping her feet. I willingly proceeded to cover her feet with kisses and sucked and licked her gorgeous toes. I adore her feet and took great pleasure in worshipping them in this manner.

  Mistress watched me paying tribute to her beautiful feet for a while and then relaxed into the chair and began to speak.

  "So, slave...let me begin by saying that you have done very well these past few weeks. I have been massively impressed that you haven't once asked to be released from your cage for the purposes of your own satisfaction..."

  "Thank you Mistress." I murmed between kisses.