“Don’t you fucking stop”, and her 10 minute bliss.

We’ve known each other for a long time. Met way back when Whisper was a thing. I don’t know if I’m that good or if she just liked me so much, she got hooked on me very very early. For over 2 years, even though we never met, I’m her drug, her happy place, her place of risk, her destination for both discomfort and pleasure that kept pushing their limits on either side. 

Obviously, I can’t surmise the entire journey in a single story. This is just a snippet. Just about a specific 10 minutes we spent in the morning. For the past two weeks, I kept her on denial, except for the one time I let her cum. On the other days, all she got were crumbs. Pretty much. I’d leave random texts. 

“11 PM, fifteen minutes, play with your pussy”

“10 PM, ten minutes, touch yourself, over the panties”

“3:40 PM, two minutes, squeeze your thighs, at work”

“9:00 AM, ninety seconds, rub your clit” 

Sometimes I’d watch over vc, sometimes I'd just let her play. When I’m not watching, she’d send me texts on how good it feels and how badly she wants me. Even if it’s some attention of any kind. But all she got were little little instructions that would make her feel grateful and happy when she got them, but frustrated when the play time actually ended. She’s mentally stuck. Between her own pleasure and her obedience towards me. We both know the latter wins. But it’s still fun to test. 

After the first week, I let her cum. Once. Normally I’d set up some time aside and let her do a marathon. But it didn’t feel like an end that day. Just once. As if a valve is releasing just enough pressure… only for it to build back up pretty soon. 

This morning, I called her at 8 AM. We are used to these, even non sexually. We have quite a few things we love to talk about. Food, her pup, her being my pup, her obsession with my shoulders, among a few other things. I didn’t think of or plan anything. Just called her because she’s getting starved of my attention. We decided to talk for an hour - 9 AM. So somewhere along the call, I decided to give her 10 minutes. In the first 15 minutes, just to make her happy, I asked her to follow my fingers exactly and I moved them as if I’m fingering her, but at a painstakingly low speed. She’s frustrated, but she’ll never say a thing to me. She respects me way too fucking much. 

Then the clock hit 8:50 AM. I told her - “Put your hands in your pants and squeeze your clit. Move your fingers as if you’re stroking your clit”. She knows what I mean. She followed the instructions. I kept saying “Don’t stop”. Within 40 seconds I can see her wanting to pause. Not because she wants to but because she didn’t want to cum without my say so. I knew that, but I let her speak. 

“I’m gonna cum if I continue”. I didn’t say anything. 

“Can I cum, Daddy?”. I still didn’t say anything. 

“Can I cum, Daddy?”. This time she’s worried she might cross the line. I said, “Don’t fucking stop”

She didn’t understand. Her brain isn’t working, after all. It’s not new to her. I said again, adding some stern, “Don’t you fucking stop”. She finally understands, and goes for the kill. Eyes rolled back, parted lips, arched back, the whole package. And she cums with a grunt. All this took a grand total of…

75 seconds. 8:51 AM. 

She takes a pause, naturally, to give the sensitive clit a break. But she gets a command again. “Don’t you fucking stop. I didn’t tell you to”. She makes a face as if saying “Oh?” and resumes. Clit, stroking the skin around, in and out. Another orgasm. This is under 40 seconds. 

And another, and another, it just kept going. My command, all through this, is pretty much the same phrase - “Don’t fucking stop”. I’m getting hard, she isn’t even naked, it’s just her face - an amalgamation of pleasure and tension. I wanted her to forget the time for 10 minutes. In addition, I forgot too. I checked after the 5th orgasm, 8:54 AM. 

And then I forgot to count the orgasms or to look at the time. She kept cumming, again, and again, and again. She was easily going at a rate of more than one orgasm per minute. A girl, no matter how turned on, orgasming like that feels unreal. Looks unreal. Overall, I’m pretty sure she came over a dozen times. 

Fuck, obedience never looked hotter than her. Finally the clock ticked 9 o’ clock, and she’s back on denial. She removed her hand from between her legs and licked them clean. I didn’t even ask her. She just did, because she’s got the muscle memory of being trained over and over. That was not just bliss, it was obedience turned into an attack on her senses, that rendered her legs into mush. She later tried to get up from the bed, maybe after 20 mins, and still had to take the support of the wall to walk. 

At that moment, I didn’t know if I must be proud of myself or her. 

Actually, I do. It’s her. 

My Little Pup. 

TL;DR - Two weeks of denial ended in ten minutes where she just wasn’t allowed to stop