Punished Again

He releases his grip and the shock leaves me trembling. My knees hit the floor before I can catch myself. Every nerve feels overcharged, caught somewhere between anger and a strange, traitorous pleasure. I tell myself it’s only the magic, but that doesn’t make it stop.

He let go of my throat, as the wave of arousal from rose between my legs. I was completely off balance and fell to my knees with my thighs clamped together, trying to stop what was happening, but it was no use, it was magic.

And I had to admit, despite the shock and embarrassment it felt really good.

Whatever he was doing… It radiated from my sex. It was as if I was being rubbed and licked and every part of my pussy was being explored at once.

I was so worked up, I had been on edge for weeks. Last night I had gotten sooooo close but was denied. My mind had shoved those feelings away, but my body betrayed me.

Fuck…. My cunt was already dripping. It felt Like I was being gently penetrated like a short fat cock. My legs shook and my hips moved up and down to try to meet it, but thee was nothing there. My hands moved up to grope my own tits.

Oh god…. He was filming again, as I quivered….. “No” I whimpered, unable to say anything more intelligent. I could see the desire in his eyes, the swelling bulge in his pants. I looked away.

“Look at the camera, slut or this becomes a live broadcast" he said in that cold demanding tone of his. He wouldnt…. Would he? Would everyone see me on my knees, squirming and moaning like a bitch in heat. Oh good I was moaning now, I realized. What if someone heard?

I looked into the camera, and into his eyes.

The orgasm shot through my entire body, all that pent up frustration got released at once. It was too much and I completely collapsed onto the floor. Shaking, convulsing. With waves of pleasure traveling up and down my spine. I nearly ripped my blouse off as my hands mauled my own tits.

I don't really know how long I lay there, the camera still recording.