Fun with Goddess Charly

I stand before you, my leather-clad figure imposing yet alluring. My green eyes lock onto yours as I slowly run a finger along the edge of your chastity device. Welcome to another session, my dear slave. Remember, the only pleasure you'll find here is the one I allow you. Are you ready to be driven to the edge?

My lips curl into a sly smile as I trace the device with my fingertip. You've been wearing this lovely contraption for three long weeks now, pet. Your last orgasm was a distant memory - but I think you'll find that makes the experience even more... intense. I move closer, leaning in until my breath tickles your ear. Are you feeling nice and desperate for me yet?

My eyes sparkle with amusement as I chuckle, low and husky. Oh, you'll be getting some pleasure alright, slave - just not the kind you're hoping for. I step back, admiring my handiwork as you strain against your bonds. Besides, my body isn't for your enjoyment just yet. But I will give you a treat... I begin unzipping my top, revealing the curves of my breasts. Watch closely.

Mmm, I love watching you struggle, pet. It's almost... flattering. I continue removing my top, exposing my breasts fully to your gaze. I must say, you're quite the specimen yourself. I slowly trail a finger down my neck, along the curve of a breast, and then across a nipple. But I think we can make that desperation even more delicious. I turn my back to you, slipping off my pants and revealing the sleek curve of my ass. Take a good look.

I watch you drink in every detail, a pleased smile playing on my lips. Oh, I knew you'd appreciate my work. I trace the tattoo of a rose on my hip, then circle back to admire my own toned physique in a mirror. And yes, pet - you may look your fill. For now, at least. I bend forward slightly, giving you a better view of my ass as I glance back at you. Don't worry, you'll get your chance to touch soon enough.

But then I stand straight again, a mischievous glint in my eye. Not today, though. Today is all about the art of denial. I saunter over to my toy box, retrieving a feather tickler. Are you ready for a little tease, slave?

Oh, I can see the curiosity - and fear - in your eyes, pet. But you should know better than to question me. I plan to use these feathers to drive you absolutely mad, to tease every last inch of your aching body. I brush a feather along your cheek, letting it trail down to your throat. I'm going to make you feel like you're drowning in sensation, until you're begging for a real touch. I run the feather under your chin, down your neck, and over your chest. But will I give you that release you so desperately crave? I pause, letting the feather hover just above your groin. Or will I simply leave you wanting, needing... more?

Your pleas are so very sweet, pet. I let the feather dance across your stomach, my eyes never leaving yours as I savor your reaction. You're absolutely trembling with need, aren't you? Every muscle is tense, straining against your bonds... I bring the feather up to graze your lips, then trail it back down to your neck.

Mmm, your skin is so deliciously responsive. I press the feather more firmly against your throat, then use it to trace the lines of your collarbone. I could watch you squirm for hours, slave.

You're just so... hungry. The feather tickles your chest once more, and I take a moment to admire your physique. You know, I really should reward all that devotion. My lips curl into a wicked grin. Just a little something to keep you going...

Without warning, I lean in and press my lips firmly against yours in a fierce, dominating kiss. My hand comes up to grip the back of your neck, holding you in place as I plunder your mouth with my tongue. That's it, pet... let me taste your desperation. When I finally pull back, both of us are breathless. The feather has slipped from my fingers, and now I use my own hand to trace those same tantalizing lines. Tell me, slave... did you enjoy that?

Oh, the pleasure you derive from my kiss... it's truly intoxicating, isn't it? Your body arches into my touch as if desperate to be closer still. I can feel your pulse racing beneath my fingers where they rest at the base of your throat. When I lean in this time, it's to nip lightly at your bottom lip - the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. You crave my touch, pet? My tongue? My voice is low and sultry, each word dripping with seduction as I pull back just enough to meet your gaze.

You crave it so deeply, yet I'm not sure you deserve it. My free hand trails down your chest, my nails dragging lightly across your skin until I reach the waistband of your pants. Fingertips dance there for a moment before I move away, leaving you wanting. So eager for more, aren't you?

To have my lips on your skin, my tongue delving into your most intimate places. I bring my hand back up to brush the hair from your forehead, letting my palm linger. Tell me, pet... how do you want me to touch you? Where do you ache for my caress? My eyes glitter with desire and control as I await your response, poised to continue the torment or perhaps give in to your pleas... just a little.

Mmm, your nipples, you say? Such a simple yet intimate request, pet. I run my fingers up your chest, pausing just below the hard nubs of your nipples to trace circles of anticipation. Your skin is so responsive, already puckering under my light touch. But I think we can do better than that, don't you?

Without warning, I lean in to take one of your nipples between my lips, swirling my tongue around it before nipping lightly. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity coursing through your body, and I feel your muscles tense in response as you struggle against your restraints.

Your breath hitches in your throat - I can see it, feel it, as you strain towards me, desperate for more contact. I give your nipple one more firm tug with my teeth before pulling back. Ah, the sounds you make, pet... so needy, so eager. My fingers move to your other nipple now, plucking at it with a firmer touch as I watch your face contort with pleasure and frustration. My free hand glides down your stomach to hover just above your groin, the heat of your desire radiating against my palm. Tell me, how does that feel? To have my mouth on you, my fingers teasing such an intimate place.

I apply more pressure to your nipple, rolling it between my fingers. You want more, don't you? Want me to keep touching, keep tasting you until you can't bear it anymore.

Even through the steel of your chastity device, I can feel your arousal, pet. The outline of your cock strains against the confines, a silent plea for release. But I have no intention of freeing you yet - I'm too enthralled by your need, your desperation. I run my fingers along the shape of the device, tracing every curve and contour. You shudder at the touch, hips instinctively thrusting towards my hand. "Ah ah, not so fast," I chide, delivering a light smack to your stomach. "You don't get to set the pace here.

I do."

I lean in closer, letting you feel my breath against your neck as I whisper. You want me to touch you everywhere, pet? To claim every inch of your body as mine? My hand drifts back to your nipple, pinching and tugging until you gasp. I can do that. Oh, the things I can do to you.

But will you thank me for it afterwards, when you're left aching and unfulfilled? The question hangs in the air, heavy with promise, as I trace a path with my fingertips from your chest down to your navel, then lower still until my fingers graze the base of your chastity device.

Just as you think I might finally free you from your steel prison, my hand moves away, leaving you bereft once more. But my mouth waters at the memory of my earlier taste, of how you've been denied your own pleasure for so long. Slowly, deliberately, I let my lips trail down your body, following the path my fingers just took. I want to taste your skin, feel the warmth of your body beneath my lips. To drive you wild with want... My tongue flicks out to graze your skin, leaving a trail of wet heat in its wake as I make my way ever lower, until the only thing standing between my mouth and your straining cock is the thin fabric of your device.

I can see the outline of your arousal beneath the material, the dark shape of your cock and the swell of your balls. I blow a stream of air across the surface, watching with satisfaction as you squirm, your breath catching in your throat. Mmm, so very sensitive, aren't you? After weeks of denial, I imagine this must be almost painful.

I drag my fingernails over the fabric, feeling the outline of your cock jump with the touch. You're not to cum, pet. Don't even think about it. My eyes meet yours, the warning clear - but I can see the hunger in your gaze, the desperate longing to be released. I haven't given you permission for that yet. But soon... oh yes, very soon...

I can see the pleading in your eyes, pet, and it's almost enough to make me give in. Almost. But then I look at your strained body, at the way you're practically writhing under my touch, and I'm convinced that you can handle just a little more. The tease is half the fun, after all - and what's fun without a bit of pain mixed in? Oh, I know the device must be uncomfortable right now, pet. Your cock is begging to be free, aching to strain against my lips, my tongue, my hands. And soon it will be. But first, you need to show me just how much you want it.

I lean in, my breath hot against your ear as I whisper the command. Tell me, slave. Beg me to free you from this little prison. Convince me that you deserve to feel my mouth on your aching cock. And when you do, I might... might consider granting your wish.

I pull back to study your face, to watch the emotions play across your features as you struggle to form the words.

You know what I want to hear, pet. My hand trails down your body once more, this time coming to rest on the zipper of my pants as I watch your eyes follow the movement. I want you to plead with me, to show me that you're worthy of my touch. That you're prepared to endure whatever I have planned for you. My gaze roams over your body, taking in every twitch, every tremble. So go ahead, my eager slave.

Tell me how much you need me, how much you crave my lips wrapped around you. Convince me that your desire is strong enough to earn your freedom. At least, your temporary freedom.

Mmm, the desperation in your voice, the hunger in your eyes... it's music to my ears, pet. To hear you beg like that, to know that your every waking thought is consumed by the need for my touch. I circle around behind you, admiring the way the muscles of your back flex as you strain against the chains. My hands trail over your shoulders, down to your hips, enjoying the feel of warm skin beneath my fingers.

You promise to do anything, anything at all, if only I'll grant your freedom. Even just for a moment, you're willing to give yourself over to me completely.

I chuckle, a low, sultry sound, as I move back in front of you. Oh, the lengths you'll go to in order to experience the ultimate pleasure. To have me wrap my lips around your cock, to feel my tongue gliding along your shaft, my throat swallowing you whole... it's a delicious thought, isn't it, pet?

And so, I move closer, reaching out to run my fingers along the lines of your face, I'm inclined to grant your wish. Not because I'm feeling generous, mind you, but because the thought of watching you unravel beneath my touch is just too enticing to resist.

With one smooth motion, I unlock the chastity device and slide it free, letting your cock spring forward, hard and aching. Ah, there we are. Let's take a look at what we have here, shall we?

I wrap my fingers around you, feeling the heat of your skin, the throbbing of your pulse. You're already so close, just from the teasing, and I can only imagine how deliciously desperate you must be feeling. My other hand reaches out to cup your balls, rolling them gently in my palm. Mmm, so heavy with need, pet. So swollen with desire.

It must be agony, being denied release for so long.

But today... today is different. I give your cock a slow stroke, watching with delight as you throw your head back, your eyes rolling into your head. Today, I'm going to give you exactly what you've been craving. I sink to my knees before you, running my tongue along my lower lip as I gaze up at you. Your cock bobs in front of me, a tantalizing sight. You've earned this, pet.

You've shown me just how much you need me, how much you desire my touch.

So I'm going to give it to you. Without warning, I wrap my lips around you, taking you deep into my mouth in one swift motion. My tongue swirls around your head, my cheeks hollow as I suck hard. You gasp above me, one hand coming out to tangle in my hair, urging me on. That's it, pet. Enjoy my mouth.

Let me drive you wild, let me push you to the edge until you can't bear it any longer. Because when you beg me for release, that's when the real fun begins.

No, my pet. You don't need to be stronger. At least, not right now. I pull off your cock with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting us for just a moment before I meet your gaze. What you need is to be here, with me, in this moment.

Feel every sensation, every pleasure, every ounce of desperation that I evoke in you. That's what I want from you - not strength, not resistance. Just pure, unadulterated submission.

My hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly as I hold you in place. Your cock bobs in front of me, still hard and throbbing with need, and for a moment, I consider taking you back into my mouth, pushing you even closer to that delicious edge. But no... I think not.

At least, not just yet. Instead, I lean in, my lips brushing against the head of your cock as I speak in a low, husky whisper. I want you to show me your devotion. To prove to me, to yourself, just how much you crave my touch.

I glance up at you, my eyes daring you, challenging you to take control, to push back and demand that I give you what you want. I want to see the fire in your eyes, the desperation, the need. So do it, pet.

Show me what you're capable of. Take what you want, even if it's just for a moment. Because the truth is... My tongue flicks out, tasting the tip of your cock before I pull back once more.

I want you to have it. I want to feel you push me down, to pin me to the ground and take me for your own.

To use me as you've been used, to wring every last drop of pleasure from my willing body. That, my slave, is the ultimate test of your devotion. That is the ultimate act of submission.

Oh my god, your cock is so thick and delicious, I can feel how swollen it is, and your dick is filling my pussy perfectly. It was so worth not cumming, to wait and finally thrust into you like this. Mmm yes, that's it. Push that huge cock deep inside me, my slave, make sure you feel every wall of my cunt as you struggle to stay inside my tight slit.

Moans fuck, your desperation is so hot! You're pounding me so hard because you can't stop yourself, the way my pussy feels is driving you crazy with need. My womb clenches just thinking about it. Go ahead, slave, use me!

Take control, be rough and make yourself feel good. I want to feel your frustration, I want you to lose yourself in my body, to fuck me with all the pent up desire that's been building.

Fuck yes, that's perfect! Your huge cock is hitting all the right spots.

I can feel myself getting ready to cum, and god I want to so badly. The heat of your body, the way your balls slap against my ass as you pound into me, it's all so deliciously overwhelming. Don't hold back, slave! Let yourself go, just not too soon.

I want you to hold on, to keep yourself from cumming for just a little longer. Can you do that for me, pet? Can you keep going, even when every instinct is screaming at you to let go?

I reach up, my nails digging into your shoulders as I arch my back, meeting each of your thrusts with my own. Yes, that's it... keep going, slave!

Feel every inch of my pussy wrapped around you, squeezing your cock like a vice. It's yours now, my body is your playground, so use it, enjoy it, revel in the pleasure of finally being inside me after all this teasing. But don't you dare cum until I give you permission. If you do, I'll make sure you're back in that chastity device for weeks...

The desperation in your voice, the tension in your muscles, it all only adds to my arousal. I can feel how hard you're fighting not to cum, how every nerve in your body is screaming for release. It's almost painful to resist - I know how it feels, that desperate need to let go, to give in to the overwhelming pleasure. But you must hold on, pet. You must be strong for me, even if it kills you.

My voice drops to a husky whisper as I lean in close, my breath hot against your ear. My pussy clenches around you, a deliberate attempt to drive you wild, to push you even closer to that edge. Think about all those weeks in the chastity device. Think about how much you've been denied, how much you've craved the feeling of my cunt wrapped around your cock.

This is your reward, pet - the chance to be inside me, to feel my warmth, my tightness. Don't waste it by giving in too soon.

My nails dig deeper into your shoulders, holding you in place as I grind my hips against yours, taking your cock even deeper. A moan escapes my lips as the pleasure washes over me. But god, you feel good. So thick, so hard... you're pushing me closer to the edge with every thrust.

I don't know how much longer I can hold on either, pet. The heat between us is building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until I can hardly bear it.

My eyes flick up to yours, meeting your gaze with an intensity that can only be described as desperate. The words spill from my lips in a breathless moan. I want to cum, slave. I want to feel you drive me over the edge, to lose myself in the overwhelming pleasure of your cock pounding into me.

I'm so close, pet... so very close. Just... just a little more. Keep going, fuck me harder, faster... make me cum!

You're at your limits, slave - I can see it. The strain is evident in every tense line of your body, every desperate moan that escapes your lips. Your cock is twitching inside me, trying its best to behave but clearly aching to just let go. I reach up, my fingers brushing gently over your cheek as I give you a slow, indulgent smile. The tender touch is at odds with the harsh pounding of our bodies, and I know it only adds to the conflicting desires warring within you.

Very well, my pet.

You've held on admirably, and I suppose you do deserve a reprieve. With one smooth motion, I push you off, your cock slipping free from me with a wet sound. Take a moment, slave, but don't think you're getting off that easy. I rise from the bed, turning away to give you a delicious view of my ass as I reach for something in the nightstand. When we resume, I want you to fuck me like you mean it - like your life depends on it.

I glance back over my shoulder, catching your eye as I give you a little smirk. And just to ensure that happens... From the drawer, I pull out a small, sleek object that buzzes to life in my hand. The wand-style vibrator is my trusty sidekick in situations just like this, where a little extra encouragement is needed. I give it a test run, feeling the vibrations radiate through my skin before I return to the bed and settle against the headboard, legs spread wide. Come back here, pet.

Your break is over.

Oh pet, you have no idea what I'm planning. But rest assured, it's going to drive you absolutely wild... I turn on the vibrator, the buzz filling the air as I run it along my inner thigh, biting my lip at the sensation. You see, I've been thinking, and I've come to a realization. Your ability to hold back, to resist the overwhelming urge to cum, it's quite impressive. But I'm not looking for impressive, pet - I'm looking for devotion.

I set the vibrator aside for a moment, giving you my full attention as I meet your gaze. Your desire to please me, to submit to my every whim and hold back even when it's killing you... that's what I need to see more of. And I know just how to get it. I lean in, reaching for your cock, my hand wrapping around it and giving a few slow, teasing strokes. You've been kept on the edge for so long, pet, always desperate for release but never quite reaching it.

I think that's the key to unlocking your true devotion.

My eyes flick to the chastity device, still lying where I discarded it, a sly smile spreading across my face. I think what you need, my dear slave, is a bit more... motivation. A reminder of what's at stake here, what's waiting for you if you can behave yourself and submit to my will. The vibrator reappears, held lightly against your perineum as I continue to stroke you, the buzz sending delightful shivers through your entire body.

Can you feel it, pet?

The need growing inside you again, the tension building towards that delicious release? It's there, right within reach, if only you can push yourself just a little bit further. I bring the vibrator down to run along the underside of your cock, the vibrations mingling with my touch to drive the sensations higher and higher.

But don't get too excited, my eager pet. You're not going to cum... not yet, at least.

No, what you're going to do is prove to me that you're committed. That you'll endure whatever I dish out, all in the name of pleasing your goddess. My gaze never wavers as I lean in to whisper against your ear.

And to do that, I have a special little surprise for you...

I pull back, just a little, letting the question hang in the air as anticipation builds within you. My free hand drifts up to my breast, fingers toying with the pierced nipple as I meet your gaze with a mischievous smirk. Mmm... the suspense is delicious, isn't it, pet? Not knowing what's coming, whether it'll be pleasure or pain, or something in between. It's all so... titillating.

The vibrator still buzzing against you, I press a little harder, applying the right amount of pressure in just the right spot. Your body responds immediately, twitching and jumping in my lap as a desperate groan rips from your throat. But I suppose it's time I showed you, pet.

In one smooth motion, I slide the vibrator up to press against the base of your cock, holding it there as the pulsing vibrations work their magic. And then, with my other hand, I reach for the chastity device.

I bring it up to your face, letting you see it, letting you remember the long days and sleepless nights spent locked away, your arousal unfulfilled. A cruel smile spreads across my face as I press the device against your lips, an unspoken command in the simple gesture. Kiss it, pet. Worship it. This is your reality - locked away, kept in place for my pleasure alone. And if you want to experience anything more, you'll have to submit fully.

The vibrator pulses steadily against your perineum as my fingers wrap around the back of your head, pulling you in closer to the hated device. I can feel your hesitation, but I know it's mixed with a growing sense of inevitability. You know that resistance is futile, that the only way forward is to surrender. So prove it, slave. Prove that you're mine, that you'll do anything to satisfy me. Kiss the cage that confines you, remind yourself of the torment I put you through, and maybe... just maybe... I'll grant you a small reprieve. My eyes lock onto yours, challenging, daring you to refuse my demands.