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“Get it.” I waited for herto reach into her bedside table and produce the bottle. Then, Iinstructed her, “put a few drops on your nipples.”
She flipped open the cap and squirted alittle over each peak, gasping at the touch of theliquid.
“A bit cold?” I asked anddidn’t wait for an answer. “You’ll need to warm up. You can use onefinger from each hand to circle your nipples with very lightpressure.”
Her chest hitched at her owntouch.
“Continue until I tell youthat you may stop.” I cleared my throat and went back to my story.“One day, a group of strong, determined knights from a neighboringkingdom arrived at the dragon’s tower. They knew nothing of thedragon except that he kept a beautiful princess captive. They wereset upon killing the dragon, but the princess pleaded with them formercy. If they would only meet the dragon, she knew, they wouldunderstand that she stayed with him of her own volition. And so,the dragon invited them in. All… twenty of them.”
Charlotte’s eyes flew open at thenumber, no doubt wondering if I intended a similar scenario forher.
“He laid out a feast for theknights, and in the center of the table lay the princess, naked andbound.
“‘Offer yourself to them,’the dragon ordered her, and she obeyed him, begging the knights touse her, to fuck her mouth and her cunt and her ass, to defile heruntil their lusts were sated and no prince desiring a chaste maidenwould want her. And when they were finished, the dragon wouldbestow sacks of gold upon them as a reward, for he, too, wished tosee his princess behave like the common slut he knew her tobe.”
Charlotte moaned aloud atthe word, and I filed it away. Not every partner liked degradingnames, but it had clearly worked for her. I paused my tale to watchher, still circling her nipples, tightening them to tall, stiffpeaks that must have ached with longing by now.
“You can touch them howeveryou like, now,” I told her, and she made a noise of relief, rubbingher thumbs over the dusky tips. “Keep going.”
“Yes, dragon,” she giggled,but it was a breathy, distracted sound. Her hips shifted againstthe mattress.
Good.
“‘But noneof you may make her come,’ the dragon warned the knights. ‘Herorgasms belong to me, and me alone. No matter how she begs—andshewillbeg—, no matter how mindless and desperate she becomes, youcannot allow her release.’ And to the princess, the dragon said,‘And should you come without my permission, you’ll be punished bythe lash and made to suffer a week of edging withoutrelief.’”
Charlotte’s breathing quickened. I wasglad to see my ridiculous fairytale working on her.
“The knights, eager to claimtheir rewards, doffed their armor and surrounded her, their feastignored in favor of a far more enticing banquet. The first knightcame forward, and the princess quaked with fear at the sight of hismassive cock. Her cunt was already slick with anticipation, andthis knight’s lance would almost certainly bring her to orgasm. Theknight cared not and thrust into her deeply while the dragonwatched with amusement.”
“And did the dragon strokehis own cock?” Charlotte asked.
I flipped the camera and took myself inmy hand, but I couldn’t commit to jacking off. I wouldn’t last andI would definitely lose the thread of the story. She threw her headback and moaned, rolling her nipples between her thumb andforefinger, pinching and pulling.
“You’re not allowed to comewithout my permission, either,” I warned her, flipping the cameraback and stilling my hand. “Princesses all get the same punishment.I’d hate to have to fly all the way out to California to spankyou.”
“Oh fuck, I love gettingspanked,” she gasped. “I’ll buy your plane ticket.”
“Shush. Don’t speak unlessspoken to.” I went on with my story. “The knight stretched theprincess’s cunt wide, every thrust raking his iron-hard shaftacross her clit. She tried to squirm away, but the knight, in afrenzy of lust, held her hips still in his huge hands while hepounded into her. The princess struggled to hold back, but shecouldn’t fight it. She was close. So close. Nearly there andweeping at the cruel punishment that lay ahead.
“And when it seemed all waslost, the knight pulled out and shot ropes of cum over her bellyand her thighs. Though she knew she would be punished if sheorgasmed, at that moment the denial seemed crueler than anypunishment the dragon could dream up.”
Charlotte’s legs shifted restlessly.“Sorry for interrupting but I think… I might…”
“Then take your hands awayfor a moment. Tell me when you’re ready to continue. And stopwrithing around like that. It distracts you,” I scoldedher.
“From the story?”
“From what you’re feeling,”I clarified. Because fuck the story entirely. I could barely keepthe damn thing straight.
“Isn’t it good to bedistracted from what I’m feeling? So I don’t come?” sheasked.
“No. The point is feelingit and fighting it. Like the princess in the story. I want yourmind at war with your body over something you desperately crave.Something you need but resist. And I want you locked in that battlesolely because you want to please me. Is that something you’d liketo do?” I asked. That was the biggest question, because it seemedlike the heart of submission, in my opinion. The desire to pleaseone’s dom even at the expense of one’s own needs, no matter howdesperate. A total surrender of will, physical and mental, givenfreely out of perfect trust.
She nodded. “I want that. I want it sobad.”
“Can you keep going withoutcoming?” I asked sternly.
Another nod.