And Yet More Screaming, Writhing Orgasms

Every now and then I felt my body stiffening beyond my control as the roiling orgasms overtook my brain.

We were doing forced orgasms without bondage: yep, cooperative play. After an initial warmup orgasm he brought out the box of clothespegs and handed me the nasty black and white ones. I tried to shove as much flesh into them as possible to spread the load, but it didn't matter. They hurt anyway. The pain built and I begged to take them off as they threatened to overwhelm the sensation of the vibrator. He said "On the count of one you may," and slowly counted down from ten. "You can take them off now."

The little yellow clip fit so well over my clit. It nestled in and grabbed the nub of nerves that sits hidden behind the hood. It felt so good. The pressure built, and I breathed hard, whooshing air in and out of my pursed lips.

Pussy slapping myself is always a bitch. My honesty meant that I had to give myself three times as many slaps as I should have, because I just couldn't deliver the right level of intensity…

"Was that a four?"

"No."

"Do it again."

Slap.

"That wasn't a four was it?"

"No."

"Do it again."

Slap.

"Was that a four?"

"Not quite."

"Do it again."

Slap.

"Ow!"

"Good girl."

I pulled my labia back and up so that my clit was totally exposed. He leaned in and pressed the vibrator against me. It was so intense when he first applied it. I love it when he rhythmically pushed it; it was like he was fucking me with it. His timing for ramping up the intensity was exquisite. He must have seen he had me on the edge, and then he ramped it up and I came hard. It was like a pushing me off the edge of a cliff, and I went down cunt first.

The intensity with which he made me come was overwhelming. The first orgasm of each set made me scream and lock my legs straight, but he never stopped with just one. I hardly ever said "No more," because I did want more – but not right that second. He always gave me at least one more anyway.

Then I had to do another self-slap at the right level of intensity, then put the yellow clip back on my clit, then take it off for more orgasms …and more orgasms …and yet more screaming, writhing orgasms.

By the time we'd gone through that cycle four times I was heaving and sweaty. The last orgasm had had me rigid from head to heels, almost levitating off the bed. He was asking for one more, and I tried. I wanted so desperately to be a good girl and come for him. I let the high intensity keep washing over me, and it became more and more intense, and then the words burst out of me as "Nallow! Nallow!" He understood that I was trying to say my ‘yellow' safeword and he stopped immediately.

Through all of this he had been a hero. I knew he wasn't feeling 100%, but he took me way out into subspace anyway. He is amazing. Every time we scene at this level I think that it's the best and most intense orgasms I've ever had. But only until next time…

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