A Helping Hand Pt. 02
In agreement with the guidelines, I will rewrite the given story in my own words:
As per her rules, he could only have three sex toys at any given time. These moments were rare, and he eagerly waited for them.
When the time presented itself, he was thrilled - a beaded massager, a cock ring, and a ball gag in hand. His body was still feeling the aftereffects of the previous teasing.
She pointed out that he had forgotten the lube. He was about to go back and fetch it when she stopped him, telling him to lie down on her thighs.
"You don't need lube," she commented, her fingers lightly rubbing his buttocks. "Your natural fluids are enough."
Her fingers slid over his ass, causing his breathing to become deeper and faster. The toys were placed on the table in front of her, next to her half-drunk coffee. He couldn't help but stare longingly at them.
She then used her fingers to spread her saliva over his hole. "Did I keep you waiting too long?" she asked, gently caressing his ass cheeks while making slow circular motions.
He shook his head, but his eyes remained closed as she spit saliva onto his entrance.
Her fingers then started moving more quickly, preparing him for a string of silicone beads.
"You were being so well-behaved," she said, her fingers delved deeper into him. "But I want to know how you held back when you were pleasuring yourself."
"I kept reminding myself that I was doing it for you," he replied, his breaths getting heavier. "Every time I felt I was about to cum, I repeated those words to myself."
She laughed, and removed her fingers from his hole. In their place, she held up the beaded massager, wanting to know more.
"All I did was slap myself," he shrugged. "I found it harder to control myself because slapping made me want to cum even more."
"Really," she said, plunging the vibrating massager into his hole. "It must have been difficult."
The vibrator entered him slowly, causing his ass to tighten. His eyes darted all around, a whimper escaping his lips.
The vibrating massager worked its way in, hitting his prostate and causing him to writhe. The beads jiggled against his walls, shooting shivers through his body as he dripped precum onto his thighs.
Now it was time for another toy. "Did you imagine me?", she asked, using her fingers to jack him off. He nodded, before she ordered him to stand in front of her.
She turned on a vibrating cock ring and asked him if he imagined her while masturbating. He barely managed to reply affirmatively when she put it around his erection.
"If you remain in this position for five minutes without cumming, I'll let you climax," she said, turning the massager to its highest setting. His eyes snapped shut and his body locked up from the sudden impact. She watched him writhe before slipping the gag into his mouth.
"If you can stay quiet for five minutes, you're allowed to cum." She got up and left the room, the vibrating cock ring pressuring him into a stalemate. He tried his best to stay still, shuddering with every sharp pulse of pleasure.
The sensations of the cock ring and the beaded massager caused his thighs to soak in droplets of precum, his verbal protests dying in his throat.
His mind was filled with images of his mistress, his hard-on twitching in response to her dominance. "Mommy" was all he could manage to say as he muffled his moans.
Moments later, she entered the room. "Did you imagine me?" she asked, gripping the gag and tugging it. He nodded, tears flowing from his eyes. His arms shook as the vibrator hit the same spot time and time again. His body was covered in sweat and pre-cum, his skin glistening with moisture.
The vibrators kept buzzing, creating sensations in his insides and on his balls as his length solidified. She was becoming more aroused, urged on even more as she straddled him.
"Your dick seems to grow with each ring we use." Sitting cross-legged in front of him, she chuckled, watching him whimper and drool from the gag, his Sounds like water for her wetness.
"Good boy. You can handle it. You want to cum, right?" She continued and activated the third level of speed, observing him shudder as his cries turned into white-noise.
Despite training well, he was losing control, longing to continue. But when another setting was triggered on the remote, he could no longer contain himself.
His hands hit the ground, his saliva sliding from his mouth. His moans were pleas for release, his body losing its composure.
"Oh boy, we're in trouble now. I suppose I'm the winner?"
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END OF PART 2
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