Mistress' new toy [WLW Denial fiction] [soft, edging, aftercare, fluff] [gender neutral-ish writing]

Mistress has been acting strange the last week. She has been teasing you more than usual in the evenings, and you weren't allowed to touch yourself at all! By now you are only half wondering what Mistress is coming up with...the other half is somewhere in needy-land.

Tonight, Mistress has seemed extra exited for some reason, but that made you excited as well! After dinner you are requested to prepare yourself in the shower and wait for her in the bedroom. The shower was slightly difficult, as the razor gliding next to your clit has you already very excited. But no. No touching unless it's permitted by mistress. You already know tonight will be wonderful!

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Mistress started tonight similar to the other nights lately. A little bit slower, perhaps. You already feel your pulse in your throat as she is barely caressing your sensitive clitoris, circling her wettened fingers above and around it, tapping, bringing you oh so close. So, so close. But not fully to the edge? Weird. She has been gracing your pussy lips with her wonderful mouth tonight, too! More teasing, more biting, you resist the urge to buck your hips as that will be reprimanded. You are soaked and feel so, so empty. Why isn't she touching me?!

Through your brain fog you hear Mistress talking to you. She has a surprise gift. She ordered a new attachment for her beloved strap-on and oh. Oh it is big. You are not sure if you are able to take the girth! But, Mistress assures you! That is what she has been preparing you for after all.

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Post being brought in your favorite missionary position, with legs spread wide for Mistress's viewing pleasure, you take deep breaths as the new Dildo is slowly interted into your aching hole. The stretch is delicious. You do your best to not let your eyes roll back already.

Inch by inch, you are spread open on Mistress' new toy. You have to take a break once it is fully inserted as you feel so close already, grabbing onto the sheets to keep your hands away. No touching. No cumming.

Slowly, Mistress begins to move, speeding up and slowing down as, she too, is getting used to her new attachment. Teasing your labia with her fingers, yet going nowhere near your aching clit. It feels like forever!

Then, with no warning signs, Mistress speeds up. Fast. Hard. You can barely form a coherent thought!

You cannot orgasm vaginally. You both know that. And Mistress is taking full advantage of that fact.

It doesn't stop. In fact, it only becomes faster, harder. Oh god...oh god! It feels so close. It doesn't feel close enough. You barely notice the wet sounds coming from between your legs! You barely register anything! You need to cum! Oh my god you need to cum. But you can't!

It is right there! Like dangling meat directly in front of a Tigers nose, yet you cannot reach it! No matter how hard you try! Just one more step, one more push and you are there!

There are tears running down your face, words have abandoned you long ago. You are begging and begging and begging Mistress for release! But Mistress seems determined to only pound you into next month! You can barely breathe! Strung up like a bow ready to snap!

It's too much. It's not enough. It's delicious!

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After what feels like forever, yet no time at all, Mistress is slowing down her attack on your poor nervous system. You faintly register the puddle beneath you, the shaking of you whole body. The kisses Mistress leaves over your whole body, or the praising words whispered in your ear. You still feel so needy, yet also incredibly tired all of a sudden. How much time has passed?

You quietly cry out as Mistress removes the Dildo from your now sore and still aching hole. Mourning the loss. The throbbing between your shaky legs is near unbearable!

As Mistress starts cleaning you up, you start to become sleepy. What's that cold stuff? Oh. Water. Mistress always makes sure you drink some water.

You feel yourself getting wrapped up in a clean blanket. Mistress tucking you beneath her chin, still whispering affectionate words and praise and sweet nothings as the fog lifts out off your head.

Snuggling closer to Mistress, you start to doze off, the throbbing still insistent, you feel delightfully sore. Maybe tonight could be repeated one day? Mistress always has the best ideas after all!

Finally starting to fall asleep, you are convinced that walking might be a little difficult tomorrow...

[AFTERWORD]

Okay so... This turned out WAYY longer than I initially planned :'D I've never written smut before, so I really, really hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!

This fiction is for my fellow peeps who enjoy softer scenes with no degradation and good aftercare ^ ^

This scenario is also a major dream of mine, that I hope comes true for myself one day :)

Thanks for reading <3