25 ~ A Dash of Fantasy

2 Dec

Naomi feels as if her bones are liquid.  She’s glad she’s sitting, leaning back in the chair, because she’s not sure she could stand.

She wonders what the “next part of the program,” that Wendy mentioned could be.  

She’s a little spaced out, sated from the orgasms, and flushed with pleasure, but the sound of a “click” near her ear gets her attention.  It’s another of the round tokens and Sara has fastened it to Naomi’s collar.  

Dimly, Naomi remembers that these are used to track ~ to track something?  

Punishments!  That’s right, they’re used to track punishment due, and she already has one.

“That’s for talking, again, of course, even though you were begging for more, which is certainly understandable,” says Sara.  “And ~  for the next 15 or 20 minutes you are allowed to say, ‘Please may i cum?’ or ‘May i cum, please,’ either way is all right.”

Naomi is not sure what this means.   She’s grateful when Wendy says, “Listen to me.”  Immediately, Naomi focuses on her.  

Wendy explains, “We’re going to keep playing with you.  Only this time, you can’t cum without permission.  When you get close, when you think you’re about to cum, you ask.  “Please may i cum?’ or ‘May i cum, please?’  

“That’s all you’re allowed to say.  Let me hear you.  What are you going to say?”

Naomi’s mouth is dry, she licks her lips.  She doesn’t want to say it, doesn’t want to think about asking, but she remembers the feel of the ruler landing hard on her pussy, and that helps her force the words out.

“Please may i cum?” she says, and her voice trembles.

“Good girl,” says Wendy.  Naomi flushes with pride at these words, even while she’s telling herself she’s silly to feel that way.  But praise from Sara or Wendy is becoming almost as important to her as Sir Daniel’s approval.  

Sir Daniel feels very far away right now, and she wonders if He knows what they’re doing. Probably, she thinks, since He has approved all of this.

A light slap between her legs with the ruler brings her attention back to the moment.

“Let’s try the mouse,” says Sara, and for a second, Naomi thinks she means a real mouse, and shivers in horror, prepared to fight the restraints and escape this immediately.

So it is a great relief to see the little toy mouse.  It’s blue, and plastic, she thinks.

Sara slides it between the outer lips of Naomi’s pussy and the clit, letting it rest directly on the clit.  Suddenly, to Naomi’s amazement, it begins to vibrate.

O.  O ~ o ~ o.  It feels good.  Really good.  O, my.

Sara is pinching her nipples, and Naomi is barely aware of Wendy with the stopwatch and notebook

O!  O, yes.  Mmmmm, yes, mmmm ~ O!  She remembers ~ “Please may i cum?” she asks quickly and ~

the mouse is withdrawn.

Of course, she thinks.  A long, quivering moan escapes her.

“Nice,” says Wendy, nodding to Sara.  “Now the dildo?”

Sara nods, and Naomi feels the dildo pressing at the hot, wet entrance to her pussy.  Already full with the dildo in her ass, she whimpers as Sara slides this second one in.

But then it stops.  Dildo’s fill both entrances, both of her fuck holes, she thinks, blushing at her own choice of words.  

The sensation is lovely.  

She wants more.

Her hips thrust upwards, as if of their own volition.  She wants, wants, wants ~ 

~ “Hold still,” says Sara, laughing.  “What a hot slut you are!  Look at this cunt,” she adds, turning to Wendy.  “Watch her try to fuck the dildo.”  Sara wiggles the dildo just a bit, and again Naomi feels her own hips rise up, and she whimpers.

Wendy laughs.  “Nipple clamps, I think.  Let’s add the nipple clamps.  Don’t cum til we say you can, slut.”

Naomi watches, helpless, as Wendy begins fastening the nipple clamps to her nipples, which are already rock hard.  

The dildo in her pussy moves, thrusting slowly, rhythmically, and Naomi cries out, “O, may i cum, please?” and the movement stops.

Naomi thinks this is the most fiendish, wonderful torture ever devised.  The nipple clamp bites into her left nipple, as Wendy tightens it.


And on a whole other note, i ran across this and thought i’d share it.


12 Responses to “25 ~ A Dash of Fantasy”

  1. striving for Peace December 2, 2012 at 7:40 am #


    you’re leaving us
    and Naomi

    right there?

    who says you’re not a sadist?

    • aisha December 3, 2012 at 6:59 am #

      A sadist? Moi?



  2. Sirqsmlb December 2, 2012 at 9:58 am #

    The most wonderful torture for sure!!!
    BTW, I love the poster – what an inspiration! Thank you for nourishing our fantasies and soles!

    • aisha December 3, 2012 at 7:00 am #

      Thanks, Mlb! {Did you know my spell checker consistently wants to change mlb to mob?}

      i’m glad you liked the torture, and the poster! {sticks tongue out at Faithful…}



  3. jadescastle December 2, 2012 at 11:06 am #

    Nice. Very, very nice. Though….i agree about the sadist part (little s…but still).
    Love the poster and the truth of it.

    • aisha December 3, 2012 at 7:02 am #

      Again with the sadist thing? Jade, jade, jade… {smh}

      Giggling… yeah, tell Faithful how much you love the poster.

      Thanks, Jade!! 🙂


  4. faithful December 2, 2012 at 12:40 pm #

    Talk about hitting a wall?


    More please – and not the poster (although nice) but Naomi.


    • aisha December 3, 2012 at 7:02 am #

      Hi, Faithful,

      Seriously, you know that i love this comment, and love that you feel this way about the fantasy i’m spinning here, and am just teasing you.



  5. Wordwytch December 2, 2012 at 8:07 pm #

    Ummm… damn. what a place to stop. pant… pant… pant…

    And I like the poster.

    • aisha December 3, 2012 at 7:03 am #

      Thanks, Wordwytch!

      And look! Another vote FOR the poster…



      • Wordwytch December 3, 2012 at 5:56 pm #

        Oh yeah!

  6. vanillamom December 3, 2012 at 1:04 pm #

    damn! Damn! DAMN!

    you ….you left us… OMG…

    nilla, whimpering…

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