Chapter 396 Skilled At Fucking & Eating Pussy:>Ep25

• A wave of pleasure flowed from my clit to my brain as I began to rub it faster. Kim's plan was diabolical. If I wanted to cum, and I did obviously, I would have to strike myself hard enough to trigger the appropriate pain response. If I did it too hard or too soft, my permission might be rescinded. In a way, it would have been much easier for to have Kim crop me while Alexis fucked me. That way I wasn't responsible for my body's reaction to those stimuli. But doing it myself meant I was in control of my lewdness. And of course, the event was being documented via video.
• You would have been proud of me, gentle readers. I lasted at least three minutes rubbing my clit with my fingers. As required, when I knew I was on the precipice of a wonderful climax, I grabbed the crop. Admittedly my first attempt to strike my clit missed. I got more inner thigh than dripping pussy, but since my thighs were wet from my leaking juices, the instrument still made a sloppy noise and elicited cheers from my voyeurs. But that wasn't going to get me the orgasm I craved. I swung again. My aim was much better, although I am sure I wasn't as forceful as Kim would have been. Still, the razor sharp bolt of pain shot through my clit to my soul. It didn't go to my brain. It was much deeper than that. It was primal. But I didn't climax.
• Snap three was also well aimed and this time with more force. Probably 50% more force. Although the pain was perhaps worse than anything I had ever felt, I moaned instead of crying out. I recognized that I was falling into subspace. As I did, my strikes with the crop became both more frequent and also more forceful. By all accounts, I should have cum already, but my pleasure core felt like it was floating above my body just watching me strike my pussy over and over again. My submission to Kim and Janice was so complete that even though I had permission to cum, I knew they were enjoying watching me crop myself and that overrode my carnal desires. Each strike was greeted with the sloppy wet sounds of my labia wrapping around the edge of the crop, an involuntary squeezing of my legs together and a deep throaty moan. But quickly my legs spread apart again without my conscious effort.