Nil's "birthday"

reynard's picture

This is another partially-formed fantasy I've had for a while. It's about a girl known only as "Nil", whose Mistress keeps her perpetually within a whisker of climax while forever denying her satisfaction.

Nil awakes, shivering and trembling, next to her Mistress in bed. The night before, Mistress had spent many hours making love to her, teasing her to the brink of madness. Her training over the years had helped her cope for a long time, but her endurance was finite. She eventually had to beg her Mistress to slow down to allow her to cool off. But Mistress knew her responses too well, forcing Nil to soar ever higher, so dangerously close to her forbidden release that she was sobbing. Eventually, her nervous system had simply overloaded and she'd fainted, falling into an exhausted slumber.

Her Mistress rolls over, smiling at her slave, their bodies bathed in the early morning light washing over the bed. She reaches over to caress her lover's breast.

"Mmmm... Happy birthday, love", she says, rolling the girl's enormously swollen nipple between her fingers.

A tidal wave of tension crashes over Nil, and she cries out, eyes flying wide open, fearful. "Oh, please Mistress. Please... be very careful touching me."

"Oh? What is it darling?"

"I'm so... very... close."

Nil's Mistress rises to examine her. She has her thighs splayed wide apart, thickly coated with their shared sexual juices. Her labia are deliciously swollen, and her magnificent clitoris stands firm, glistening. Over the years, the delectable organ has grown the size and colour of a plum or a passionfruit. Her entire vulva is bathed in sexual fluids, and her vagina pulses rhythmically, aching to clamp down onto something. Nil's hands are clawing at her belly, slightly above her mons, as she fights the need to quell her fires.

Casually, Mistress lightly brushes her fingertips across the giant clitoris before planting a wet kiss upon it. Her submissive responds by wailing aloud and tensing.

"Oh my baby, you are exquisitely close. And I haven't even started on you today", the Mistress tells her.

"Mistress, I think... I think I almost had a wet dream."

Her Mistress climbs atop her, sliding her legs between Nil's, and begins slowly humping her own boiling sex against the enormous clitoral knob, oblivious to the feelings she's stirring in her slave.

"Mmmm, baby. Be good for me. You're so good. You've been good for so very, very long", she whispers into her slave's ear.

"Do you remember it? The first time - the last time. The ONLY time your body has ever been allowed to reach orgasm? So many years ago?

"I worked you up to it for weeks, months... Wanted you to know what you were sacrificing for me.

"I need to keep you like this, aching, burning for me, day and night. Oh, you're so good, love. Knowing you suffer like this keeps me horny and creamy all the time. It makes my orgasms SOOO powerful, knowing that my slave must forever be starved of that beautiful release."

Nil, now fully awake, has regained some level of control over her feelings, and is able to subdue her need, but Mistress's teasing talk keeps her near to the edge.

"Doesn't it make you feel crazy, knowing that I'll never let your poor body have what she's crying, screaming out for so desperately?

"Knowing that I'll never, never, EVER let you come?"

Nil's eyes have glazed over, as she has fallen so deeply into sub-space. But now, she is able to retain the control she has exerted over herself for so long.

"Silly Nil, you know girls don't have wet dreams. Only boys do... And that reminds me."

Mistress calls her male submissive to rise and rolls over, using his engorged penis to tease Nil's vulva and perinium. After a long while, she orders him to release his own long-withheld climax, ejaculating his huge load across Nil's sex and plastering her huge clitoris with more fluids.

"It's been five years, Nil. Happy 'birthday', darling. Now, lick the icing from your cake, and eat it. But always remember that you can never 'have' it...'

Out of her mind with arousal, Nil performs a feat of contortion her Mistress has trained her for over the years. She greedily sucks and licks the glistening fluids from her own vulva, taunting and teasing her sex to ever higher levels of arousal. For her beloved Mistress, she would endure this agonising ecstacy forever.

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reynard's picture

Re: A classic vision

Thanks. I always wondered if people thought it was just too "over the top"!

That's what really does it for me - the idea that the torment is voluntary, or that the subject is willingly helping to drive themselves mad with it.

I found a character in another Aran Ashe book which I hadn't read yet (Forest of Bondage). I may post a full excerpt sometime. I'm not totally comfortable with copying it straight out of a paperback, though it would only be a few pages...

Anyway, this girl - Elurial - is "being trained towards a state of permanent pleasured tension which would pervade each waking moment and suffuse her every dream." It's an incredibly hot scene. She is made to wear a locking, padded belt, "fitted so perfectly around her waist and bedded so intimately to the crease ... the belt that enfolded [her] tenderness each night, to flood her dreams with the sweet taut of denial."

Her morning ritual is to have the belt removed by her Mistress and to be slowly aroused to the verge of pleasure, then lovingly painted with honey and fitted with a tiny ring about her nubbin to maintain her lust. She is tied with a soft cloth pressed tightly between her sex lips, "absorbing her delicate edudations" for use as an aphrodisiac.

Trying to live the fantasy? Please, tell us more. :D

Girl Next Door's picture

oh yessss

I had read them both, and had re-read Nil's Birthday recently.

They do most definitely affect me. I begin to have physiological responses immediately reading reynard's description of "My Female Fantasy."

The descriptions of deliberate, elaborate, extended arousal and denial have a very strong effect.

To be kept at the edge of orgasm, yet barely touched, within (as reynard described in his prelude to Nil's...) "a whisker of climax" ... feeling the ache boil in my belly, yet being kept away from it... Feeling the throbbing surge after stimuation is removed... afraid that I've "come without coming"... only to have it demonstrated clearly a few moments later, that I indeed have not come. To be writhing in pleasurable anguish trying to get any stimulation to my aching clitoris....

Reading those stories brings all that on.

Yes they affect me!

Girl Next Door

You are quite a good writer.

You are quite a good writer. Are there any other installments of Nil's experiences? I'd be way too eager to read them. ;)

-maymay

reynard's picture

Re: You are quite a good writer.

Why, thank you. There isn't any more, though (at least not yet). I seem to be OK at doing these short scenes, but I've never had the endurance to write anything longer than that. And while it's a nice masturbation fantasy, I suspect it's hard to maintain the "permanent" denial concept in a long story. Maybe I'll try it sometime, though. :)

True enough. I've written num

True enough. I've written numerous short stories as well, but my attempts at anything longer never really work.

However, I have had more success at character development and the like when I write many short stories about the same characters. Perhaps you could try writing another short scene involving Nil and her Mistress. It needn't go anywhere, but it might just that way. :)

In any event, good luck and thanks for writing what you already have.

-maymay

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