Am I being mean? (Patreon)

Your partner explains what they're doing to you.

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“Awh, am I being mean, honey?” You partner asked, pulling their hands away from you just before you could reach your climax. You moaned, hips thrusting, wordlessly begging for more. Your brain was breaking under the pleasurable strain. “I don’t think I’m being mean.”

They leant down, planting a kiss on your forehead that left your mind reeling once more. “And you don’t think. You just feel pleasure. Because you’re my toy. My doll. I’ve frozen all those silly thoughts, taken away all your free will. And now I get to play with you.”

The pleasure subsiding, their hands went back to teasing and tormenting you. “What I want is for you to feel so good that I break you. And I don’t think I’m there yet. You were disappointed when I stopped just now. I could tell. So we’re going to keep going.”

A whimper left your lips, as the pleasure began to climb again. You edged and entranced mind was a receptacle that they had filled to the very top, and were just adding more pleasure in. The surface tension of their control was all that was holding back the pleasure.

“And I’ll bring you to the edge, over, and over, and over again, until all that you can do is gasp and moan and make those sweet pretty noises for me. Until disappointment at not cumming doesn’t register. Just bliss. Just pleasure. My pleasure. For my good toy.”