An Adjustment and a Bargain

Aalia’s eyes roll back into her head, she begins to mumble and drool. It’s plain to see that your rules have gone too far. Time to make some adjustments.

But how? You rather like her state of hyper-arousal and the shame and humiliation she feels as her body disobeys her mind.

You think for a few minutes, the poor girl is sweating and writhing and humping the Hitachi, unable to cum without your permission.

First correction. You scratch out the rule that causes Aalia to feel waves of pleasure proportionate to inflicted pain. That rule is currently causing some sort of logical loop that will make her go mad. You understand what’s happening now. As her physical pleasure intensifies, her body becomes more sensitive, until the pleasure becomes pain. The pain causes a new surge of pleasure, which becomes even more intense, and so even more painful. Which causes... and so on.

You finish scratching out the rule and turn off the Hitachi. Instantly, Aalia’s body begins to relax.

You have a new idea. You’ve manipulated her physical response to stimuli. Perhaps a psychological rule?

Organization: Aalia

New Rule: Aalia feels a constant hunger to orgasm that grows until she will do anything to achieve one. An orgasm will only relieve the hunger for a few minutes at a time.

“I need to cum,” Aalia whines as soon as the notebook is closed. “Please, can I cum?”

“What will you do for me in exchange?”

“Anythiiiing. Pleeaase!”

“Anything?” you say slowly, tapping your chin with one finger. “What could I possibly want?”

“I’ll suck your cock. I’ll fuck you. I’ll swallow more of your cum. I’ll do whatever you want!”

“I suppose I wouldn’t mind using that dirty pussy of yours.” You stand behind her, the head of your cock pressed against her pink opening. She’s trying to press herself onto you, but the bondage won’t allow it.

“Please!” she whines again.

“You get to cum only after you’ve swallowed my load. Understand?”

“Yes, yes, thank you!” She says gratefully.

You plunge deep into her tight pussy, slamming your hips loudly against her ass. Her kegel muscles spasm around your cock.

“Yesssss,” she hisses.

You fuck her hard, eliciting grunts comprised of equal parts pleasure and pain. You feel a climax building as you attempt to tear her apart from the inside.

“Please cum for me,” she begs. “I want your cum so bad.”

The sound of this proud, haughty teenager begging for your cum is too much. You pull out and half jog, half run to her mouth. She parts her lips and takes you deep inside. You clasp the back of her head and thrust your cock beyond her mouth and into the tight corridor of her throat.

She gags on reflex and chokes as you shoot the first thick rope of cum. You figure it’s cheating if you allow her to take all your cum directly into her belly, so you pull your cock out of her throat and shoot the rest into her mouth, where she fails to swallow more than half of it. The rest drips down her chin and to the floor.

She coughs a wad of cum out of her airway. “Can I cum now?” she says, desperately, between a second fit of coughs.

You look at her in exaggerated disappointment. “You didn’t swallow all of it.”

“There was too much!” she cries. “No one can swallow all that.”

That was probably true. Thanks to one of your rules, your load was enormous. “I’m going to untie you. When you finish licking up all the cum you missed, you can ask me again.”

The straps come off quickly. Aalia begins scooping cum from her chin and chest into her mouth. She gags in disgust while eagerly swallowing. Such an odd contradiction, you muse. She hates my cum, but needs to orgasm so bad that she’ll shove it into her mouth like an alcoholic that's spilled her last glass of liquor.

The metal end of the buttplug glints in the light as Aalia kneels on the hard floor, her face low, licking the cum up like a dog. More than once she has to stop to hold back a gagging fit.

When she finishes, she kneels in front of you, small tits weighed down by the glass suction tubes. You’d almost forgotten about those.

“Can I cum now?” Aalia’s words are rapid with **** need. You reach forward and press your thumb into the flesh of her breast around one tube, breaking the seal and making her whimper as it comes free. You remove the second as well, then squeeze her distended, spongy nipples until the tips are white for lack of blood. Aalia holds eye contact with you, perhaps viewing this as some sort of test. A low whine comes from her throat, and her eyes water, but she doesn’t object or try to stop you.

“Good girl,” you say, letting go. “Make yourself cum.”

“Thank you!” Aalia, still kneeling, spreads her legs. She pushes two fingers of one hand into her pussy, uses the other hand to rub her clit. In moments, you see her abdominals flex and her thighs quiver.

“Thank you so much,” she says quietly, collapsing to the floor in an exhaustion that’s been building since she arrived at your house.