Good girls don't cum

"Master..." Freya says as I caress her face. "Master! I don't want to cum!" she responds energetically, still on the floor between my legs.

"I am aware you still don't want to cum today."

"Not just today, Master. I don't want to cum. Ever! I don't deserve it."

"Why?"

"Good girls don't cum, Master."

"Is that an opinion, cunt?" I say, giving her a light slap on the face to correct her behavior.

" I am so sorry, Master. But it is your opinion, not mine. I only want to believe in what you believe."

"It is true. I prefer you focus on my pleasure and forget about your own."

"I know, Master. That is why you **** us by making us masturbate for days without cumming, so we are always horny for you, and the only release we receive is yours."

"Yes, but even if I am not a fan of the female orgasm..." I correct her, " and reduce it to a minimum; you won't be able to endure being horny for me every day without eventually cumming."

"Please, Master," she begs. "I can do it. I am the one who has been more days without one. I can endure it."

"But why do you want that so much?"

She didn't answer. In fact, her reaction was unexpected. She starts to cry.

I grab her and make her sit beside me, embracing her to consulate her.

"It is okay. Don't cry, little toy."

"I am sorry, Master," she continues sobbing. "But I almost lost you because I wanted to cum so bad."

"It is okay. I already forgave you."

"It was so scary... You wanted to set me free... Be a person..."

"Yeah, making your own decisions and thinking for yourself could be scary."

"I don't want that..." she says with tears on her face, "I want to be your object. I believe that if I can cum I could fail you again."

"Don't worry. You won't ever be free. I promise."

I need to comfort her. She's so ****. Maybe I could enjoy making girls cry out of pain with things like spanking and such, but this is not the type of tears I like to see on my objects.

I reach between her legs and start to rub her cunt. Soon, she was moaning instead of sobbing.

"So, tell me, Freya..." I whisper in her ear. "Do you want me to hurt you so you can't cum."

"Please, hurt me," she cutely whispers back.

I grab her nipple chain and start pulling until I put it in her mouth. She holds the chain with her teeth and continues pulling, enjoying the pain.

While I use one hand to continue caressing and touching her for pleasure, I use the other for the opposite. Slapping her face, cunt, and tits. Twisting and pinching her nipples. Pulling the chain attached to her nipples and clit.

She notices my hard-on and starts to play with it with her hand. At this point, I stop touching her, keeping her denied as she wants, and make her take my cock with her mouth.

I grab her head, forcing her to **** on my member. I continue slapping her on the ass, the only part I could reach, and pulling her nipple chains until I finally explode with cum in her throat.

"Thank you, Master," She says with her head still resting on my legs while cleaning me with her mouth, " for not letting me cum."

She continues there, staring at my now flaccid cock while rubbing her cunt.

"Are you sure?" I ask her. "If I give you this order, I won't let you change your mind."

"Yes, Master."

"I am not sure you will be able to endure it."

"**** me to do it, Master."

"How?" I ask her, intrigued.

"Master..." she starts explaining while her hands increase the speed between her legs. "Tell me always to act as if I don't want to cum...Tell me that if even I change my mind, never express it... Tell me.... ahhh... to never show a desire to cum.... Please"

"What if I ask you if you change your mind?"

"Tell me now that my answer should always be no."

"Even if you want to say yes?"

"Of course....ahhh... you are the one who chooses what I want... If I can only express your desires... it will become mine."

"Even with that," I continue while I start pulling again from her chains, "you could regret it in a few months and become annoying, begging for an orgasm."

"No, Master... tell me never to do it.. never beg you, or anyone, to be able to cum.... Never... do anything with the intention to receive an orgasm."

"What if anyone forces you one?"

"Tell me to fight against it..."

"So if I tell you to cum, you will fight me? Or my sister?"

"Not from you. You won't ever allow it. Nor will you allow the mistress Erica or girls to do it."

"Maybe you will be able to find loopholes. You did it when I captured you."

"I am sorry... Master... but then tell me in case I found a loophole... to immediately told you and do nothing .... until further commands from you..."

"Maybe start punishing yourself for that until I give you new orders."

"That....ahhh... would be great, Master."

"You have thought about it so much."

"Yes, is what..." I interrupt her slapping her face.

"That is for thinking. Women shouldn't think for themselves. Be dumb, not smart. Your head only contains noises, not thoughts."

"I am sorry, Master. I will...be dumb... don't think, only head noises... and don't cum..."

I grab her head with my face and make her open her mouth to spit a kiss inside it.

"Good girl, Freya."

I can notice that she is almost at the edge. I still have not forbidden her to cum. It is the moment to grant her her wish.

"You are at your limit, Freya?"

She nods.

"You want me to order you not to cum?"

She nods again.

"Forever."

"Forever, Master."

"A last challenge, Freya. I allow you to cum right now. But if you want to renounce to cum for me, you can do it now. Stop and consider that all we have talked about as permanent orders. You won't ever cum. You won't ever say that you want to cum. You won't ever beg to cum. You won't allow others to let you cum. You will tell me any loophole you find. After you answer one simple question."

She is breathing heavily, biting her lips while her fingers violently fuck her cunt.

"Do you want to give me your orgasms, Freya? Forever?"

"Yes!!"

I grab her hands, making her stop at the edge. She closes her eyes, resting her head on my chest, trying to recover her breath.

"I love you, Master."

I spit again, this time on her face, as my way of showing her back my affection.

The once defiant redhead is precisely where she belongs.

Denied.

Forever.