Hello there! This story was written as a part of a kinky writing problem that used randomly rolled prompts. For this one, my prompts had been: beauty/paint brushes; strap-on; vanilla; couple; public intercourse/exhibitionism, and leather-based. It is only a brief one this time, although there is a longer one coming from the identical problem, more likely to be posted right here in per week or so. I hope you take pleasure in studying it as a lot as I loved writing it!
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For essentially the most half, my girlfriend and I had a fairly satisfying intercourse life. We did not get into something too fancy fairly often, however we had been each very expert with our palms and mouths, and we loved each other totally and infrequently. Typically, we had been fairly comfortable holding issues very sensual and pretty vanilla, and it labored properly for us.
Occasionally, nonetheless, one or each of us would get a specific craving. You see, we each had one thing of an exhibitionist streak. For a number of causes, enjoying publicly wasn’t one of the best match for us, which had us grinding our gears for some time. After racking our brains for public play concepts that might match inside our wants for a lot longer than both of us cared to confess, we realized the obvious- the Web.
And so, our stream was born. We did not schedule it, actually, simply determined to do a stream once we’d each been occupied with being on show for a bit. Generally it could be a bit extra typically, generally a bit much less, however typically we discovered ourselves placing on a present for the nameless public of the Web as soon as each month or two. The streams slowly grew to become increasingly kinky over time, which elevated our viewership, and due to this fact our enjoyment of it.
Which is how I wound up bare with our leather-based cuffs wrapped round my wrists and ankles, secured to the 4 mattress posts, with one digital camera connected to the highest of the bedpost at my proper foot filming my physique from above and one other connected to the underside of the bedpost at my left foot in a close-up of my pussy.
My girlfriend, happy along with her work, picked up her cellphone to ensure the cameras had been arrange correctly and, utilizing it to control me whereas she was gone, left to “get a gift for you”. She returned a couple of brief minutes later, giving me simply sufficient time to settle into my bonds, and grinned as she noticed my eyes widen at what was in her palms.
Please, please let her have picked the stiff brush. Please do not let or not it’s the delicate one. The stiff one will rub me uncooked however that is higher than the delicate one…
Grinning, she began the stream. Whilst she began reciting our common introduction, I felt the delicate bristles of the paintbrush caress my pores and skin, tracing a spiral round my navel. Of fucking course she’d picked the delicate one.
She spent a while teasing each me and the viewers, stroking the paintbrush throughout my stomach, my arms, my neck, my thighs, even tickling the bottoms of my toes whereas I used to be helpless to withstand. I set free some pretty constant little gasps and moans, however as she decidedly prevented the locations I wished her to the touch most, my sounds had been nothing in comparison with what I knew she’d be coaxing from my lips quickly.
I whimpered and pulled futilely at my bonds when she pulled out the metronome.
“P-please Miss!” I begged, understanding it was pointless. I additionally knew I might be dissatisfied if that was sufficient to maintain her from the torment forward of me.
“Sorry, pet,” she grinned, not trying in the slightest degree apologetic. “You know the way this goes. Our mates right here wish to see you break. To not point out how a lot I will take pleasure in breaking you for them.”
I merely gulped and nodded my head. Miss raised an eyebrow.
“Sure, Miss.”
“Significantly better. Since you’re being so cooperative, I will not put the metronome on the slowest setting… Oh no, however we would not wish to disappoint your viewers by making it too simple on you, would we?” She made a present of occupied with it.
The slowest setting on the metronome was 40 beats per minute. After I appeared over on the nightstand, the place Miss set it down after setting it, I noticed that she had set it to 41 beats per minute. I whimpered as she reached over my physique, her breasts tantalizingly near my lips, to start out the metronome.
I stared on the metronome in simultaneous dread and pleasure because it started to tick and tock. Backwards and forwards. I attempted to lose myself within the ticking and ignore Miss getting settled between my legs and ensuring that the digital camera might nonetheless see my pussy clearly. I felt her maintain my pussy lips open and ready myself.
A shiver ran down my backbone when the primary stroke of the delicate bristles of the paintbrush teased throughout my clit. Then nothing for the subsequent 1.46 seconds. Then, with the subsequent tock of the metronome, the briefest, lightest kiss of the paintbrush throughout my clit. And so it continued with methodical precision.
Nothing might ease the excruciatingly sluggish buildup of getting the paintbrush gently, sensually stroking throughout my clit precisely 41 instances each minute. I do not understand how lengthy it was earlier than I used to be whimpering with every stroke, however I knew it was a humiliatingly brief time. It wasn’t lengthy earlier than I used to be drenched in sweat, helplessly thrashing towards my bonds because the paintbrush was cruelly pulled away every time.
Occasionally, if I used to be trying on the metronome as a substitute of at her, Miss would shock me and stroke one in every of my nipples as a substitute, coating it with my wetness from the comb. Miss chatted with one of many viewers about how she ought to paint an image with my juices, since they already saturated the paintbrush anyway, all with out lacking a single beat.
Even much less typically, Miss would seize my eyes with hers, and with out breaking eye contact, would skip a beat altogether. I by no means knew if that was higher or worse; whether or not it was a reprieve from the cruel teasing or a denial of the stimulation I used to be aching for. After which she would choose it proper again up on the subsequent beat, persevering with with the ruthless regularity.
It was in some way each humiliatingly impersonal, like getting teased by a machine, and intensely intimate, along with her consideration targeted on me, targeted on each little modicum of delight she allowed me, noting my each whine, my each whimper, my each determined tug at my restraints. Dividing my pleasure up into tiny, insufficient parts of a useful resource that one wanted to ration as far out as they probably might. Cruelly holding me build up, little by little, stroke by stroke, with infinite endurance.
With out lacking a beat, Miss leaned over and positioned her cellphone so it was propped up, however not interfering with the metronome. The close-up of my pussy stuffed all the display screen, and I did not want Miss’ order to be compelled to stare at it. With each calculatedly mild stroke of the paintbrush, I watched in rapt consideration as my pussy gave a small gush and twitched, nearly reaching out extra every time. I assumed in regards to the viewers viewing the stream and the way many individuals had been watching my pussy twitching stay. The small quantity within the nook of the stream confirmed that 71 viewers had been watching us. 71 individuals getting a entrance row seat to my tormented pussy. 71 individuals even perhaps getting off on my pleasurable struggling.
I started to beg. Occasionally, Miss would remark to the viewers how a lot my begging was music to her ears, as a result of she so badly wished to offer me the pleasure I craved, and begging meant I used to be nearly there. However not fairly. I used to be grateful to the viewers who questioned if it was time to point out me some mercy, however I knew what Miss was ready for, and she or he at all times outlasted me.
She knew I used to be nearly there when my begging grew to become incoherent. I desperately appeared backwards and forwards between the metronome and the paintbrush that tormented me with these tiny, mocking tastes of delight, like being given a single drop of water when overcome by thirst. I used to be a creature of want, the ache of it filling my physique, punctuated precisely 41 instances each minute, each 1.46 seconds, with the torturous, relentless ticking and tocking of the metronome. My entire physique thrummed and ticked and ached and tocked and desperately, insatiably wanted.
After which it occurred.
I broke.
The tears spilled out, the droplets drawing little paths all the way down to my ears, into my hair by means of the sheen of perspiration. I used to be straight up babbling now, with the occasional identifiable “please” or “Miss” or “cum”.
Miss grinned, winking on the viewers, “You do not wish to miss this half.”
She tossed the paintbrush to the ground and leaned down into me, locking her arms round my thighs to carry my thrashing, writhing physique nonetheless, and started to lick my pussy. She licked slowly, although deliberately quicker than the metronome, which I nonetheless felt ticking and tocking by means of my total physique. The asynchronicity of her tongue and the metronome mixed with the sudden utility of the stimulation I so craved was scrumptious and overwhelming, and I screamed as my muscle tissue held me inflexible whereas rocketing me over the sting.
Miss addressed the digital camera as I lay there catching my breath. Her face and breasts had been dripping with my juices.
“Keep tuned, girls, gents, and gender circumvents. We’re simply gonna get cleaned up, rearrange, and be again after a short intermission.” She turned off the cameras and microphone.
My girlfriend helped me out of the leather-based restraints and sat me down in a chair on the opposite aspect of the room with a couple of towels and a few child wipes to get myself considerably cleaned up, interspersed with many kisses and caresses. Then, she busied herself with towelling my juices off her personal physique and switching out the waterproof blanket on the mattress, all of the whereas telling me how properly I might performed and the way a lot I might happy her and all of the viewers.
After a brief relaxation, I let her know that I used to be able to get shifting on the second half of the stream.
Fastening the restraints to my girlfriend’s wrists and ankles, I organized her on the mattress on all fours, ass towards the cameras. I then tied her wrists to the underside of the mattress, so she needed to lay on her chest and shoulders to help herself, and her ankles to the top of the mattress, so she could not transfer from one thing of a sure doggy place.
As soon as the lady who solely minutes in the past was my Miss indicated that she was prepared, I restarted the stream. Nonetheless shifting across the mattress, I welcomed the viewers again whereas I opened one of many underbed drawers, retrieved the strap-on and harness I had ready earlier, and mounted it round my pelvis.
“And now, my pet, it is your flip.”