12 Days of BDSM Christmas 2017 – #8: Joy to the World

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Once upon a time, a man gave a lady a challenge. It was a cruel one: Sadistic, tough, psychological – but the lady, strong minded and used to toughening things out, took it upon herself to take the challenge.

 

It was a risky task: For each hour of the day, she was to bring herself close to orgasm but stop herself. Every time she did, she was to message the man her exploits. If she failed, she was to wait the next day blame start again. Only when the clock struck 12am was she allowed to orgasm, and she had to record it for the man for safe keeping.

 

For the first few hours, the lady found it fun. Exhilarating. She rose to the task of edging quietly in the bathroom of her work. The thrill of getting caught, she had said, drove her close each time.

 

By midday, she needed no time to bring herself close. She was already dripping, her panties soaked. She cursed the man and grazed her knuckles against the bathroom wall, but she stopped herself and she texted her exploits as arranged.

 

The Challenge became complicated when, after work, the lady’s friends invited her for after work drinks. The lady, sore and shivering and close to madness, didn’t want to. She felt like any tiny thing could bring her over. Every step felt heavy, and she could feel her panties twisted up her ass.

 

She wanted to fuck. Without rhyme or reason or love. The sheer primal madness shocked her, scared her. Anxiety pummeled her mind – and still she stumbled on her words, accepting the invitation out.

 

The pub was loud and distracting. Her friends told stories of the past, present and future, and the lady noticed things she never had noticed before – a friend’s cleavage, for example, or the light behind her eyes. Or the way her nose wrinkles as she smiles and laughs.

 

The lady was transported away from the conversation and for a full minute had tasted the juices of her friend, lapping up every drop as the friend moaned beneath her, cane beneath her.

 

Another hour had gone by. Then another. Each time, she texted the man, each time she stopped. Her vision was blurry; sweat was in beads across her face. Her nipples were sore, her cunt ached. She wanted to fuck, she wanted to come. She wanted to strip off and pour bourbon down her tits and let the whole pub suck it out of her skin, cleansing the pores, covering her in spittle.

 

For the train home, she thought of her co-worker, a blonde, blue eyed pretty thing. I wonder if she liked her nipples in a clamp, thought the lady, but pushed the image from the mind. The clock was close to the next hour, she noticed as she jiggles her legs.

 

She had to urinate but didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire, coming as she urinated. She didn’t want to be caught on the train, forced to come, because if she didn’t act, then the punishment would begin and she wouldn’t come.

 

On the hour, she came through the door. She found the man in the kitchen, doing the dishes. He stopped when he heard her and turned, facing her, his sharp eyes on her. He pointed at the clock.

 

He kept his finger extended to the clock on the wall; she wriggled out of her dress.

 

He continued to scrub dishes; she unclasped her bra and dropped it to the ground.

He continues to scrub dishes, she glided two fingers across her slick wet cunt, and letting out the moans she had also left behind in the pub and at work.

 

When it came 10pm, she was in tears, furiously rubbing herself. The man watched from across the room, his face propped up by his hands. She knelt before him, crying, grunting, and screaming.

 

She came, letting out a grunt she barely recognized. Her body, her entire body, trembled, and she collapsed sobbing, on the ground, her cunt squirting out the last of her juices on the wooden bedroom floor.

 

‘I made a mess’ the lady said, and apologized.

The man moved across the room and brought her to his arms and held her. He told her she was good, and that he was pleased.

‘I’ll clean it after this’

 

After the hug, after he cleaned her and the mess the both of them had made, the two lay tangled in a nude embrace.

‘You don’t know what that was like’ She said softly as she began to drift asleep.

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