I am tied down and exposed. The bed is soaked with my orgasms and tears and stubbornness. I am limp from exhaustion, yet I have refused to admit that he was right. “How many is that for you now, Angel?” He purrs in my ear. I can’t even remember at this point. It feels like I have been in this state for hours and I may have been as Daddy is tireless. Every part of my body is sensitive and the slightest touch is almost too much. The air is cool and causes my nipples to stand at attention, making it easier for Daddy to reapply the clamps if he so chooses. My clit is swollen and tingling. As I close my eyes, I feel his touch to my inner thigh and hear the wand start up again.
I should learn to keep my mouth shut. That is what this lesson is for, to teach me to quietly accept what Daddy gives me. I whined about not being allowed to cum and how much I hate edging. I told Him that it’s cruel and unusual punishment and He should find other ways to play with me. Yes, I was being a bit over dramatic. I was pleasantly surprised when he said that we would try something different and see how many orgasms I could have. I should have known by that wicked smile on His face that this was not going to be as “pleasant” as I thought it was going to be.
Forced orgasms, He called it….I think back to my sassy response of “You can never have too many orgasms.”. “Just say the word when you’ve had enough.” He commanded as he tied each limb to the bed posts. I laid back excited to show Him how insatiable I am. It was sheer heaven as wave after wave of pleasure flooded over me. I could hear how wet I was as Daddy brought me to climax. “My good girl” echoed in my ears as I soared again and again. Then it happened, the first pangs of pain as my pussy clenched around the fingers Daddy had buried in me. He saw it on my face and asked if I was calling uncle. My response was just a giggle.
The next orgasm came with the wand on my clit and a dildo sliding slowly in and out of my holes. I gagged on the dildo getting it wet for Daddy before he fucked me with it. Each tumble over the edge became more difficult to achieve and I began to realize that there really can be too much of a good thing. Each new sensation that Daddy gave to me brought new painful pleasures. The searing burn of the clamps being pulled from my nipples started the tears as I came on Daddy’s cock.
“I don’t know Daddy, I lost count. Please may I be done now?” I choke out. “How does my angel ask correctly?” He asks as He pulls the wand back. “Sir, please may I be done cumming for you?” “Of course, baby.” He coos as he begins untying me from the bed. He lays down beside me and draws me close. I can feel the heat of His body and I sink in for comfort. “Damn, baby”, he whispers, “such a stubborn little thing you are.” I sigh and nod as I fall asleep. I will be careful what I complain about next time.
