ReleaseIsAPrivilege

Unfortunate timing

Bit of a different kink with this one, but got the idea and wanted to make it! Hope you guys like it! Seemed like a fun time to break out the clothed/unclothed images as well!

Any interests in streams?

I've been thinking about potentially starting to stream me making my art, but I wanted to gauge interest! Streaming art would be more of a focus on seeing the behind the scenes of how I draw, and possibly educational type stuff, as well as just talkin with each other in chat and hanging out, with more of a community building focus. The time window I can stream is pretty flexible, since my work is pretty good about switching hours around. So if you are very interested, feel free to comment windows that would work well for you (in PST time please)!

WIP

One of your wonderful OCs!

I got a commission from one of you wonderful patrons to draw one of their characters, Zariel Snowheart! This was actually a commission someone requested as a gift to someone else, so I really had to try my best with it! This is the first time I've done a commission that is meant as a birthday gift, and it was really an awesome experience. There is a completely different feeling when you are drawing for yourself vs drawing something meant as a gift. It's exciting! And definitely an experience I'll look forwards to as an artist! They were kind enough to let me post this for all of you guys as well, so hopefully you all enjoy it!

Sketches!

Haven't had much time to create recently, but really wanted to at least do something, so I took a sketch book and did a little practicing in the gaps I had in my day! Not very used to traditional, and there was quite a bit of bleed though on the first image from the previous page, but hopefully this is still something you guys enjoy! Also dear Lord feet are hard. Have a lot more respect for foot fetish artists xD

New Image up on discord!

Once again, I have a new image posted to the patreon-lounge in discord! Trying out some new ideas over there!

Happy Easter!!

Got the image out on the actual holiday? Its a miracle!! Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend and eats a bunch of chocolate!

Had a bunch of fun with this image. Tried a smiiidge of a different style. Mix between full render and sketched. Still definitely experimenting a lot with my style, and will probably do different things in the future too, but this one was pretty fun, and I am fairly happy with the balance between loose and quick and just getting an idea across, and having a fairly polished look. Latex turned out kinda looking like latex too! So that was pretty cool xD

Birthday time!!

Hello! So today is my birthday! Wheeew, partyyyyy!! I just wanted to do a quick little something for it, and to let you guys know that I will probably be spending time with my family for that, and then for Easter which is following soon after, so a lot of the free time I might spend on creating will probably be spent with family instead! Just wanted to give you all a heads up on that, but should return to business as usual for the start of April! I also just wanted to say thank you to all of you for being here and supporting me!! My last birthday I didn't even have a patreon yet, and my outlook on my future as an artist and writer was pretty bleak, so just being here is the biggest gift I could ask for!

And I know it is probably quite unlikely that any of you share my birthday, but even so, I want to wish you all a happy birthday for whenever it comes around! Birthdays can be very different experiences for different people. Sometimes its more like a celebrated birth week, and other times it can be a lonely or depressing day. But regardless of what your birthdays are like, I hope this year's birthday is better than lasts, you all have a wonderful day, and know that I'm glad each of you are alive. Love you all.

Discord content! - New image out!

Hello! So I wanted to do a post to let you all know that I plan to create content on my discord as well! I am doing this for a multitude of reasons, but there are two primary ones that I'll share. First off, I like the potential discord has for interaction around posts! As opposed to the comment system of patreon or youtube, things like that, where each comment creates its own isolated thread, if I posted content in a discord channel, reactions would all be in place, which would hopefully create a more centralized and integrated way to react to the content, but each other as well! And that leads into my second point. I've joined a few art discords and nsfw discords in the past, and there are elements of the communities they've created that I absolutely adore! Now, our community is quite a bit smaller than the other's I've partook in, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to at least try to create a similar environment in our community! I don't think the content I create is nearly as popular or has the potential for widespread appeal than some other genres, but I also think that means those of us who enjoy that content might enjoy having a hub to talk about it, and I'd love to foster that location! Whenever I post to discord, I will still post a notification here to let everyone know, like I am right now (NEW IMAGE OUT IN THE PATREON-LOUNGE AND BACKED UP IN PATREON-IMAGES IF YOU MISS IT!), but this is something that has been rattling around in my brain for a bit, and I would love to try it out! Hope it's something you guys enjoy!

Who Needs Willpower - Chapter 16

Two chapters within 1 month!?! Who could even believe it was possible for lil ol me... Thank you so much to one of you patrons who actually made this chapter jump the line by commissioning me to work on it! Without that added motivation to push myself to work on this and get this out quickly for you, I can safely say it would have taken much longer haha. So huge thanks. I hope you all enjoy!

“What time is it?” Fiona fiddled with the base of her dress.

“Still 2:23,” Amanda responded, scrolling through her phone. “Asking again isn’t going to speed things up.”

“I know that.” Fiona pouted. She couldn’t help it though. She didn’t understand how Amanda could be so calm. She was kicked back on the couch, feet up on the ottoman as she scrolled. Even the air she gave off was calming, it entranced Fiona’s gaze. She was wearing a loose sky blue t-shirt and some black binding shorts with a white trim.

Her simple attire was in sharp contrast to what she had dressed Fiona up in. Fiona was wearing one of her most fancy dresses. It was a white dress about knee length. The skirt of the dress was made up of three layers, each layer getting progressively shorter. The layers themselves were partially transparent, but when stacked on top of each other became opaque enough to hide her figure. She had a black flowered padded headband in, and gold flowered earrings. Even her underwear was fancy: A black matching set, with embroidered swirls of a shinier black thread that would catch flickers of light.

Fiona broke her gaze from Amanda, returning her focus to the base of her dress, shifting the layers about and watching her thighs appear and disappear beneath the smooth fabric.

“You think they forgot? Maybe you should text them.” Amanda laughed, rolling her head over the back of the couch.

“Fiii, relaaaaax,” Amanda giggled. “It's… 2:24. Kaylee and Mia are coming over at 2:30! They aren’t anywhere close to being late! It’s just a little get-together. Nothing to be nervous about.”

“You say that, but you have me dressed up like a fancy party.”

“You should just be happy I don’t have you waiting for them naked. Would that make you a little less nervous? Easier dress code?” Fiona flushed, pulling the layers of her dress as far down her legs as possible.

“No. I-I, n-” Fiona fumbled through her words, trying to complete a thought through Amanda's laughs.

Ding donggg

“Look at that, they are even 6 minutes early.” Amanda hopped up from the couch, prancing over to the door to let them in. Fiona's mind still lingered on Amanda's comment. She tried to push them away as Amanda led them in, but scenarios of them walking in on her already completely naked filled her head.

“Hello hello!” Kaylee beamed as they walked in. The girls’ attire closely matched Amanda's, simple t-shirts and jean shorts, making Fiona feel even more out of place. Fiona smiled nervously, greeting them as they took a seat on the couch.

“Someone’s dressed for success!” Kaylee widened her eyes as she eyed down Fiona. Fiona giggled, nervously taking the ends of her hair between her fingers.

“Thank you.”

To Fiona’s surprise, the girls quickly moved on. They flopped onto the couch, complaining about how cold it was outside. It was warm when they left their apartment so neither of them took a coat, but the sun was quickly eclipsed by clouds and heavy winds. Amanda tossed them a blanket and Mia and Kaylee quickly cuddled inside.

After a few minutes of conversation, Fiona was finally able to drop her tensed shoulders. They laughed about crazy interactions with teachers in some classes, and complained about brutal workloads in others. Fiona eased into the comfort of just another everyday interaction, letting her guard drop as the group bounced from topic to topic.

They talked for a half hour before Amanda asked Fiona to grab her a cup of water. Fiona hopped up and headed to the kitchen. She filled the glass, listening as the girls continued talking about how weird koalas were, unable to remember how their conversation had managed to swing so far.

She handed the glass to Fiona, about to sit back down when Mia abruptly shifted the conversation.

“That dress really is super nice, Fi. Can I ask why you’re all dressed up? Not that I’m complaining…”

“Oh, thank you. Umm, I uh-”

“Actually I picked out her outfit,” Amanda interrupted. “Just wanted to show her off a bit, I guess! Can you give us a spin, Fi?” Fiona felt the room’s eyes, dropping her own to the floor as she blushed.

“S-sure.” Fiona quickly twirled once around, partially to get the dress to float out with the speed, but more so to get it over with.

“I love it! Can I see the layers a bit better?” Mia leaned up from the couch.

“Oh no need to get up,” Amanda stopped her with a hand. “Fi, take your dress off so they can get a better look at it.”

“...What?” Fiona’s eyes darted to Amanda, while Kaylee and Mia both tried to suppress surprised grins. Amanda gave Fi a nod, her eyes growing more and more expectant. Fiona could hardly believe it when her body began to obey. She reached her arms behind her back, unfastening a hidden clasp on the inside of the material. She let the dress slip off her shoulders, pulling it down her body until it dropped around her ankles.

Her face burned as she leaned down to grab her dress, feeling her audience eying down her barely obscured body. She was so grateful Amanda had allowed her both a bra and panties, trying to convince herself she was just in a bikini. She handed the dress to Mia, who took it silently in a wide, drop-jawed grin.

Mia cleared her throat, shaking herself a little to snap her attention from the nearly naked girl before her and back to the dress. She ran her fingers along the fabric and looked through the different layers. She handed it to Kaylee, who examined it as well. The girls made various comments on the dress, none of which Fiona could focus on. She was busy making sure her hands were clasped in front of her cage. Her panties were black, but even still, she didn’t want to risk them seeing the small growing patch of wet.

When Kaylee was finished, she handed the dress to Amanda. Fiona was about to reach out to reclaim her cover when Amanda tossed it over the back off the couch with a sly grin, staring Fiona in the eyes all the while.

Fiona twitched, feeling a fresh drip of precum leak into her panties. That was a very clear message. She wouldn’t be clothed for the rest of their visit.

Fiona’s face burned, standing in her underwear in front of all her fully clothed friends. She moved towards the couch, about to sit back down when Amanda stopped her with an “Ah ah ah!” and an outstretched hand, as if stopping Momo from pushing a glass off the countertop. Fiona froze in place with the sudden outburst.

“You can stay standing.” Amanda beamed. “In fact, why don’t you make us some tea or something? Can’t believe I haven’t offered anything like that before now! Tea work for you guys?”

“Oh yeah, sure. That’d be great actually! You don’t mind, do you, Fi?” Kaylee asked.

“N-no, I can make some.” Fiona mumbled back. As much as her cheeks burned, being ordered around in her underwear, she was grateful for a command that took her out of their gaze. She hurried around the couch and towards the kitchen.

Fiona nearly dropped to her knees, resting her weight against the kitchen counter. Her cock was throbbing, every movement caused her balls to slide against the precum-slicken insides of her panties. Amanda really was showing her off. Making her strip in front of them, and not just stand in her underwear in front of them, but serve them as well.

Fiona stifled a moan in her throat. The girls on the couch might have been facing away from the kitchen, but they were still close enough for Fiona to hear them carrying on their conversation. Fiona pushed off the counter, grabbing their electric kettle and boiling some water. She auto-piloted through her duties, running fantasy after fantasy through her head. The water finally boiled, reflecting her stomach as she bubbled with excitement. If Amanda was going to use her to serve Mia and Kaylee, then maybe if she served well enough, they’d finally let her cum.

She poured the water over the tea bags, taking note of the time on the microwave clock. Fiona leaned her back against the counter, slipping her hand into her panties. She was shocked with how wet she was, despite only being exposed for a few minutes. She glided her hand over her balls, biting her lip before pushing passed them and sliding two fingers inside herself. She didn’t care that her friends were over. Or that they were even in the same room. They were facing away from her, and the kitchen island hid her lower body. So long as she was quiet, they wouldn’t know. And she had to touch.

Four minutes. She had to wait four minutes for the tea to steep. Her eyes focused completely on the microwave clock as she pressed her fingers into her, slowly drawing circles. Her heart was in her ears, splitting her attention between the clock and over her shoulder, making sure she wasn't drawing attention. Every click from a minute passing sent shivers through her, fingering harder in desperation as her time crumbled away.

She couldn't believe herself. Her friends were in the room, she could hear their conversation and laughter, but she couldn't stop. Now that she had started touching, her throbbing need had more control over her fingers than she did. She bucked her hips with her hand, almost praying the clock would move backwards to let her continue forever.

3:06. Four minutes had passed. Fiona nearly groaned aloud, squeezing her thighs around her hands trying to trap it in place. She knew that every moment that passed was another they could turn around and catch her with her hands down her panties. She had to stop. She almost broke down, collapsing to the floor and interrupting their conversation, begging to be allowed to cum. But the thought was humiliating enough to snap her from her trance, quickly pulling her hand free from her thighs. She blushed at how wet it was, wiping her hand across the back of her thigh before removing the tea bags and grabbing the tray.

“H-here is your guys’ tea.”

“Awesooome! Thanks, Fi!” Amanda said, grabbing her glass. Fiona moved to each of the girls, allowing them to take their own.

“Do you normally have Fi do the household chores and stuff?” Kaylee asked, taking a sip.

“Nah, I actually don’t” Amanda laughed, “But I figured since you guys were over, I had to make her give us a little show. Who knows though, getting waited on by a gorgeous girl in her underwear? Maybe I have to make it a regular thing.” Amanda winked at Fiona, forcing her to resist the urge to squirm a bit.

“Only one way it could be better…” Mia mumbled through her cup as she took a sip.

“Oh yeah? Well she can do whatever, just go ahead and give her an order. I’m sure she’d be happy to please.”

“Seriously?” Mia questioned. She smiled, switching her gaze excitedly between the other two girls. “Alright! Ummm, hey Fi? Can you take your bra off, please?” Fiona could swear the other girls could feel the heat of her cheeks from the couch. She tried to face them, but her eyes were glued to the floor.

She finally gave Mia a subdued nod, moving her arms behind her back to fiddle with the strap. Her stomach churned in realization when the girls’ eyes dropped to the now exposed imprint of her cage in her soaked panties. Her knees knocked slightly, trying to shield her cage while her hands were preoccupied.

Finally the strap came loose. Fiona quickly shrugged the straps off, the embarrassment of an exposed chest came secondary to reshielding her cage. She let her bra drop to the floor, before quickly reclasping her hands in front of her panties. Mia beamed with excitement, but before she could speak, Kaylee jumped in.

“Might as well finish the job, right? Panties too!” Fiona opened her mouth, but only filled the room with more silence. She tried to reassure herself. They had already seen her caged, and it’s not like her panties covered much anyways. She took a deep breath, before sliding her panties down her legs.

A few strings of precum stretched between her skin and its departing coverage. She could hear a repressed, breathy giggle of excitement and disbelief from the girls. She had never been so embarrassed. Not only was she stripping for them, but they just witnessed exactly how much it turned her on. She squeezed her eyes closed, blocking out the world as she finished slipping her panties down her ankles and stepping out of them.

“God damn she is well trained!” Kaylee burst, causing Fiona to squirm under her studying gaze “You think she’d be less obedient if we let her cum?”

“I wouldn’t know, since I’ve never let her cum before.” Amanda laughed. “I assume she would though. I don’t think she’d be naked right now if she wasn’t desperately trying to earn an orgasm.”

“Maybe it's better not to let her then, I’d hate to undo all your progress.”

“No!” Fiona burst out, silencing the group and pulling all of their eyes. Fiona continued, much quieter as she tried to force out the words. “I-I promise I’ll still obey, just… P-please let m-me…”

“Let you, what?” Amanda questioned. Her words were a kick to the gut. She flashed a glare at Amanda, who only grinned wider at the response.

“C-cum… P-please let me cum…” Fiona closed her eyes. She couldn’t bear to match their gazes. She could feel the heat of her face stretch from her ears down her neck. She could hardly believe it, but she said it. She finally said it. She tried to soothe herself with thoughts of how good it would feel to finally cum. It would make all this humiliation worth it. Her cage was dripping on her hand. She hadn’t cum in what felt like forever, it was driving her mad.

“Fuck… You must really want it… Well. Maybe, we’ll see.”

“What?!” Fiona burst with surprise. “B-but, I thought…”

“What? Did you think just asking guaranteed a ‘yes’?”

“N-no, I…” Fiona faltered. She realized she had. Just the thought of asking was so overwhelming to her, she hadn’t even considered the fact that they might say no. That she could ask and still not be allowed to cum. The thought was too much. She pressed her hands against her cage, feeling herself throb and twitch, screaming for release. “... please?”

“We’ll see how fun you are to use! In the meantime, we still have tea to finish.” Kaylee teased. “How about you wait there until we’re ready to use you?”

“O-okay.” Fiona nodded, so quiet it was barely audible.

“With your hands behind your back please, too.” Kaylee continued. Fiona unclasped her hands. They wiggled back and forth on their path behind her, her need to shield herself and need to obey were at war the entire way. Finally she gripped her wrist behind her back, leaving herself completely exposed. Wow, Kaylee mouthed through an overpowering smile.

The next several minutes were torture. The girls continued their conversation as if she wasn’t even there. Sipping their tea and laughing away. She felt like an object, a centerpiece. Something to entertain the passing glances as they talked. She was leaking from her cage. Enough to drip a small bead from her balls, stringing as it descended to the floor. But she couldn’t wipe it away. She knew if she removed her hands from behind her back, it would make her chances of cumming even lower. She couldn’t risk that. Her only choice was to leave the evidence of her desperation on full display. Completely exposed and leaking for them to look at whenever they pleased.

By the time their conversation was dying down, Fiona was a mess. She’d drop to the floor and beg to cum if they asked her to. What little pride and shame she had was slowly leaking out of her with every drop of precum.

Mia was the first to drop out of the conversation. Her eyes began gravitating towards Fiona more and more often. Kaylee picked up on it, sliding a hand over Mia’s crotch, gently massaging her cock through her jeans as she talked with Amanda. It wasn’t long until Mia was breathing heavily, ever so slowly thrusting against Kaylee’s hand.

“You guys don’t have to hold back.” Amanda said, breaking out of their conversation. “I mean she’s already stripped and been standing there naked for a while on your commands.” Amanda smiled, nodding towards the now visible bulge in Mia’s pants.

“She does look pretty enticing. I gotta say, after admiring her tits in the locker room from afar, seeing them up close is even more exciting!” Mia exclaimed.

“Right? Come a little closer so we can get a better look.” Kaylee added on. Fiona obeyed, moving towards the edge of the couch. The two girls got up, hovering closely to either side of her.

Fiona jumped a bit as the first hand grazed up her side. Another hand rubbed her thigh, slowly moving around towards her butt. Another tickled up her stomach, before trailing across the bottom of her boobs. Before long, both girls were barraging her with gentle squeezes, massaging every inch of her.

Fiona’s breath deepened as they toyed with her. Their hands became increasingly more daring, grabbing her balls or playing with her nipples. Kaylee smeared her leaking precum across her cage, leaving a thin trail behind her as she pulled her hand away.

“She’s lookin’ pretty ready to please.” Kaylee grinned, looking at the string of wet across her fingers. Fiona’s cheeks burned. Kaylee was right. Her stomach tingled with excitement at the thought of pleasuring them, eager to prove herself and earn the reward she so desperately craved.

“Can I use her first then?” Mia asked. She had been focused on Fiona’s boobs for the past while. Squishing and massaging them, playing gently with her nipples. Fiona almost responded when Amanda cut her off.

“Of course you can!” Fiona squirmed on her feet. She had almost forgotten, she wasn’t the one who gave them permission to use her.

Mia stripped off her shirt, her jeans and panties quickly following suit. She kicked them off before jumping down on the couch. She was already throbbing. Not nearly as large as Amanda, but still a substantial unit of about 7 inches. With a giddy smile, her eyes shifted between Fiona and the floor. Fiona blushed at the implication, but followed nonetheless, kneeling before her. She was about to take her into her mouth when Mia spoke.

“Honestly, can’t wait to feel your tits. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t fantasized about how it would feel…”

“M-my boobs? I-I’ve never done that before…”

“Seriously!?” Mia turned her attention from Fiona. “Amanda! How have you not had her give you a boobjob before? I figured that would be like, the first thing you’d do!”

“I mean I’ve used them before, but she was tied down. More of a boobgrind than anything else.” Amanda giggled, smiling at Fi as she reminisced. “But I can only cum so many times a day, and Fi’s been pretty desperate for blowjob practice. What can I say? But I’m sure Fi doesn’t mind trying something new, isn’t that right?”

“N-no, of course not.”

Fiona brought her chest to Mia’s cock. She grabbed her chest, squishing them around her shaft, clumsily trying to hold it firmly within her cleavage.

“Goddd she’s softer than I imagined.” Mia moaned, rolling her head over the back of the couch. Fiona’s cheeks burned as she tried to bounce herself up and down to stroke Mia’s cock. She struggled to keep her cock in place, self consciousness growing with every fumble.

However, Mia’s reaction helped inspire confidence. Nearly immediately her cock was slathered in precum, and her breaths quickly became moans. Fiona’s nerves crumbled away as she got more and more excited. The feel of a hard cock slipping between her precum-lubed breasts was intoxicating.

Fiona felt Mia pressing her hips harder into her chest, while Fiona’s own hips started bucking gently against the air as her cage leaked to the floor.

“God. I’m gonna cum, squeeze harder Fi.” Fiona felt a hand grip into her hair, pulling her head backwards slightly and holding her place, forcing her tits to match the frozen pace of her head.

“Stop, don’t let her cum, yet” Kaylee whispered against her ear.

“No, keep going keep going.” Mia moaned. Fiona looked to Amanda, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. Amanda burst into laughter.

“You guys! You’re gonna break her! She can’t obey every command if they’re conflicting! Maybe we need a hierarchy here for whose orders to obey. Since I’m training her, clearly it's mine above all, but then maybe Kaylee then Mia?” Amanda looked at Kaylee. “Since you’re usually Mia’s domme? And then obviously Fiona’s at the bottom…”

“Sounds great to me!” Kaylee agreed.

“Uggh, I guess sooo!” Mia begrudgingly followed suit.

“In that case, it's my orders that matter right now.” Kaylee continued. “Don’t let Mia cum yet. Instead you can just edge her. If Mia cums, you can kiss your chance of cumming goodbye!” Fiona squirmed at the thought, while Mia groaned, letting Kaylee know of her disapproval. Kaylee leaned in closer to Fiona’s ear “So you should probably cool it with the titjob. Boobs are kinda Mia’s weakness, She’ll cum for sure if you keep going.”

“Kayleee!” Mia whined. “Fine! Then I guess you can give me a blowjob instead.”

Fiona pulled her chest from Mia’s cock, her tits glistening with precum. Amanda’s words looped endlessly in her head. Obviously Fiona’s at the bottom. She squeezed her thighs together as she ached with arousal. She was the bottom of the totem pole. Even Mia, Kaylee’s sub, someone who should be about on her level, was above her and able to order her around. She wasn’t just a regular sub anymore. She was a communal toy.

Fiona was overwhelmed with arousal. She wasted no time in pleasing Mia, slipping her mouth around her cock and shoving her head down with all of her force.

Fiona was so used to Amanda’s size, she was confused when Mia’s stomach pressed firmly against her nose and forehead. It took her a moment to realize. She took Mia all the way. All of the way! Fiona moaned powerfully into Mia’s cock, feeling a burst of precum spurt from her cage and drip to the floor.

“Oh F-UCK!” Mia cried, her voice breaking a bit. Her hands clenched into Fiona’s hair, gripping and wiggling her head as she pulled her in, pressing her hips from the couch in an attempt to sink deeper into her throat. But there was no more cock for Fiona to take. Only compressing her face into Mia’s stomach.

“Jesus! The first moan from Fi all day, and it’s from giving a blowjob. Not even from receiving pleasure. We teased her for a while, and nothing! But the instant she gets a cock down her throat… You might have broken her, Amanda!” Kaylee laughed, shaking her head.

Fiona was too horny to be embarrassed by her moan. She didn’t care. She had wanted to take a cock all the way down her throat for so long. With how much she still struggled with Amanda, she didn’t realize how much better she had gotten. She loved it. Goddd she loved it. She didn’t even want to come off for air. She wiggled her tongue against the bottom of Mia’s shaft. Mia responded instantly, groaning with pleasure as her hips bucked even higher. She kept licking, finally causing her to gag, but even still, she stayed on.

Something clicked in her. She needed this cock down her throat. It was euphoric. She felt as if she could milk her own orgasm out of Mia’s cock, hungrily pressing and squirming over it.

Mia’s moans and cock beginning to twitch in her throat finally snapped her out of it. She was about to cum. She tried to pull her head off her cock, but Mia’s hands were still gripped into her hair. Fiona pressed her hands into Mia’s thighs, pulling her own hair a bit as she tried to push herself free.

She couldn’t pull off. If she couldn’t pull off, she couldn’t stop her from cumming, stealing her own orgasm with it. Fiona whined into Mia’s cock, an action Kaylee luckily took notice of.

“Hands off, Mia!” Mia finally released her hair, groaning in frustration as Fiona pulled away, her cock exchanging Fiona’s intoxicating mouth for nothing but the cool air. Her cock throbbed angrily, pulsing over and over on the edge. Please please please don’t cum, Fiona pleaded silently to herself. Finally, her cock calmed. Fiona breathed a sigh of relief as the final twitch expelled precum instead, not a hint of white to be found.

“Jesus, Mia, control yourself!” Kaylee scolded. “Couldn’t you tell she was pulling off?! She was dying down there!”

“Oh, n-no I was fine, really.” Fiona corrected, giving Kaylee a nervous giggle. “I-It’s just… I thought she was about to cum…” Her voice trailing into a whisper.

“I waaas” Mia groaned.

“Oh… Damn, you really can use your throat.” Kaylee laughed. “Alright, well ignore me then! Althoooough, no more using your hands, Mia. Fi can’t stop you from cumming if you don't let her pull off. Gotta at least give her a fighting chance!”

“Uggh alright alright. No more hands. But get your mouth back over here! I finally understand how you hadn’t gotten around to using her for a boobjob, Amanda. She’s amazing!” Fiona slipped her lips back around Mia’s cock, slowly taking her completely down her throat once again while Amanda responded.

“Right? To think that she started only a few weeks ago… The need to cum is a powerful motivator. Unfortunately, even if she takes you all the way, it doesn't look like it was quite enough to snap her collar. Looks like she’s completely reliant on your guys’ permission tonight!”

Fiona was so captivated by finally deepthroating someone, she had completely forgotten about her collar. She reached to her neck. She could feel Mia’s cock in it. Her bulge stopped just as it reached her collar. She whimpered, pressing as hard as she could into Mia’s stomach, praying for her to slip just a fraction deeper, but she couldn’t.

Mia wasn’t as thick as Amanda, so she couldn’t even take Amanda as deep as she could take Mia’s cock. But in order to cum, she would need to take her even deeper. The thought made Fiona leak.

“While you do that-” Kaylee stripped off her shorts and panties, kneeling down over one of Fiona’s legs. “I’m gonna have some fun too. Mia’s obsessed with tits, but there was something else I’ve been dying to try.”

Kayle grabbed Fiona’s butt, leaving white streaks beneath her smooth cheeks and she squeezed them tightly.

“All those times in the shower, you’d constantly be flashing this perfect butt to the whole locker room. I realize now, it was because you were hiding that little cage of yours…” Kaylee giggled. “Buuut, it made me really wanna see how it felt.” Kaylee pushed her hips forward, pressing her clit against one of Fiona’s bare cheeks. She sighed in pleasure as she began to grind, slowly slicking her cheek with every thrust.

Fiona pressed her butt back into her, letting out a soft moan. She had never experienced someone grinding on her butt before. She knew she could be used by them however they wanted, but she had never even imagined it. But she didn’t need to. Toys don’t have to think of the ways to be played with. They are used however their owners imagine.

Fiona moaned into Mia’s cock, nearly forgetting to pull off in time. Her senses were overwhelmed. Kaylee was gripping into her hips with one hand, grinding against her while her other squeezed and toyed with her breast. Mia’s cock throbbing in her face, calling her to shove it down her throat over and over again.

She couldn’t take it. Fiona grabbed her cage, rubbing it desperately as her moans broke like a floodgate. She couldn’t even think about her inhibitions anymore, all her brain could juggle was thrusting Mia’s cock down her throat, pressing and grinding her butt into Mia’s clit, and the throbbing, leaking desperation between her legs.

Fiona lost track of how long they went. Mia’s hips became more and more erratic, as Fiona slowly decreased how long she held her in her throat. Finally she switched to her tongue, licking up and down her throbbing shaft. Fiona absolutely had to cum, so there was no way she was going to accidentally push Mia over.

“Goddd I caaan’t” Mia moaned, reaching for her cock, but Amanda caught her hands from behind the couch, pulling them up above Mia’s head.

“C’moon, it’s only been a little over a half hour, you can take it.” Amanda giggled. She pressed Mia’s hands into the top of the couch, leaning her weight on them as she looked down on the scene before her.

“Goddd I can’t, I’m cumminggg.” Kaylee moaned, nearly pushing Fiona over with the force of her thrusts. She groaned, pressing her head into Fiona’s back as she gripped hard into Fiona’s tits, enough to make Fiona let out a soft whimper, only further igniting the growing fire within her cage.

Kaylee dropped to the floor, resting exhausted on her heels, breathing in heavy, satisfied breaths. She massaged Fiona’s butt, slick with her own wetness smeared across it.

“Mkay,” Kaylee sighed contently, “Stop edging Mia now.” Fiona whined in protest, but complied. She dropped her head, resting her cheek on Mia’s thigh, not even an inch from her pulsing cock. “Now, I’ll let Mia decide if you were good enough to receive an orgasm. Only catch is, only one of you is cumming tonight. Either you, or Mia. Not both.”

Amanda’s jaw dropped in an excited inhale, while Fiona’s stomach dropped in dread. She just spent the last half hour tormenting Mia, making her as horny as possible…

“Please!” Fiona immediately started begging. “Please God, Mia, I need it so badly, PLEASE choose me!”

“I don’t think I can, I need to cum so badly.” Mia sighed, with only a small hint of legitimate empathy in her voice. “If I chose Fiona, how long until I could cum?” She asked Kaylee.

“Mmmm, you could probably cum tomorrow morning. Just the rest of the day.”

“See!?!” Fiona lit up. “We can both cum! Please, please choose me!”

“I don’t think I can wait a day though…”

“No!! It’s been weeks for me!” Desperation was leaking into Fiona’s voice. She frantically shifted her gaze to Kaylee “Please let us both cum!”

“Nope, just one of you” Fiona turned to Amanda.

“Please let me cum too, even if Mia chooses herself. I was so good!!”

“You were!” Amanda beamed. “But you know the deal, sweetie. It’s not up to me today! Kaylee says only one of you, so...” Fiona groaned. She pressed both her hands into her crotch, her fingers scrambling between trying to touch through the steel and tearing the cage off.

“Miaaa…” Fiona whined. She knew. She already knew. She just couldn’t accept it. Her arousal throbbed all the way into her limbs. She ached in her cage, tingling like a torturous itch she couldn’t scratch. A sneeze just out of reach. She had basically existed on the edge the whole day, leaking and pulsing, desperate for release. And that release was slipping from her fingers.

“I’m sorry, you edged me too well! I choose me. I wanna cum.” Fiona whimpered, buckling against the floor, resting her forehead against the cool wood. Her cock throbbed, pooling precum between her forcefully squeezing thighs. She was so close to cumming. So close, but she couldn’t. She was the bottom of the totem pole. Even the other sub in the room was miles above her, that realization only causing her to leak more through the steel of her prison.

“There we have it!” Kaylee announced gleefully. “Go ahead and make Mia cum now, Fi.” Fiona groaned into the floor, letting out a mix between laughter and crying. Not only was she not allowed to cum. She’d be the one to make Mia cum. She’d be the one to steal her own orgasm.

“You can use her to cum in whatever way you’d like, too!” Amanda threw in.

“Fuccckk… Fi, let me use your tits…” Fiona obeyed, pushing herself off the ground and crawling between Mia’s legs once again. She grabbed her boobs, sliding them around and pressing Mia’s throbbing unit into her cleavage. “Godddd!!” Mia moaned.

Fiona barely had time to bounce her tits before she felt Mia pulse between them. She groaned as rope after rope erupted from her, spraying against her chest, dripping down her tits and stringing between her cleavage. Fiona whimpered with every hot spurt, a powerful mixture of arousal and jealousy. The cum seemed to come forever, enough to drip off her tits onto her thighs below.

Fiona dropped back on her butt, panting as Mia’s cum slowly dripped down her skin. She slid a hand across her slicked balls, rubbing them in desperation as she watched. Mia collapsed into the couch, looking as if she’d pass out from the release.

“I’m sorry, Fi…” She panted. “I couldn’t think, I was too horny…”

“I-It’s okay.” Fiona softly giggled. She thought she should be mad, but somehow she felt the opposite. Her body buzzed, a mixture of arousal and euphoria she didn’t understand. Somehow it felt… Right. In that moment, she wanted to cum more than anything in the world, and yet she felt in her place. She was frustrated more than she had ever been, yet was somehow elated. Desperate, yet giddy. Her body hummed with the most excruciating need, as frantic to cum as someone drowning craves air. But her body was still. It accepted the fate she was given. The bottom of the totem pole.

The girls got dressed, aside from Fiona, who laid exhausted on the floor, cum dripping down her skin. They talked a bit, but Fiona could hardly hear them. It wasn’t until the girls started making their way to the door that Amanda called for her. Fiona got up, the other girls dressed in clothes while she was dressed in a cage and cum.

“That was… the best!” Mia squealed. “Have us over for another round sometime?”

“What do you think, Fi?” Amanda asked.

“Um… Y-yes, definitely.” Despite what they had just gone through, the brief cooldown and difference in their attire sprouted renewed life to Fiona’s reservedness.

“It’s a date then!” Kaylee beamed. “And who knows, maybe next time you’ll actually get permission to cum, Fi.” Fiona shifted on her feet, clasping her hands in front of her cage.

“T-That’d… That’d be great” Fiona giggled. The two girls smiled, pulling the door closed behind them. Fiona took a deep breath, letting her shoulders relax. “That was… a lot of fun Amanda. Although maybe next time we coul–”

Amanda pushed Fiona against the wall, pressing her leg up between Fiona’s thighs and against her cage, kissing her passionately. Fiona’s eyes popped in shock. Her body responded instinctively, pressing back into Amanda's lips, dropping her hand down and rubbing Amanda through her shorts. She had soaked through her panties completely, able to even feel a slight dampness from the outside of her shorts.

Amanda moaned into her lips, pulling off to kiss around Fiona’s cheek and into her neck. She ran a hand over Fiona's cage and balls, rubbing them desperately. Amanda was feverish, like her body couldn’t move fast enough to satisfy her arousal.

“Fuck you were so perfect!” Amanda moaned into her neck, barely able to stop nibbling and kissing for enough time to speak. She pressed her body against Fiona’s, wetting her shirt against the bits of cum still wet on Fiona’s chest. Fiona moaned, pressing her head against the wall, rubbing Amanda faster through her shorts.

“I-If you thought so, why di–idn’t you use me wi–th the others?” Fiona’s breaths were heavy, cutting her words off as she moaned. Amanda buried her face against the side of Fiona's, hungrily taking her ear between her teeth. She pressed her leg up further between Fiona’s thighs, enough to make her push herself to her tippy-toes.

“Because unlike them, I don’t have a limited time period where I can use you.” Amanda whispered seductively in Fiona’s ear. “... And I didn’t feel like sharing. Now… On your knees…”

Kinks aside from chastity

So I've been itching a little to try something new, and I am curious what you guys might be interested in! I think regardless of what kinks I reach into, there is a good chance orgasm denial and chastity might hang around (since I love it myself, and I want to continue to create content that goes in line with why you all might be here in the first place!), but I am interested in trying something with a new primary focus. Which kinds of things might you guys be interested in? I'll list as many as I've thought up so far (of which I will most likely hit most eventually), but please feel free to comment your own ideas and create a discussion in the comments below! That always helps me out a ton! Feel free to comment on which aspects of different genres you are most interested in as well! (for example, predicament bondage from BDSM). Let me know your thoughts, I'm genuinely really interested in what you guys are excited by and what I might not have been exposed to yet!

What sex should look like

Thank you very much to one of you who commissioned this piece! Was a big challenge to change up my usual style for it, but it was a big learning experience!

The big 100!!!

This week, we managed to get over 100 patrons!! This was another goal I had from early on, and never guessed we'd make it there within a year! It's been a ton of fun, albeit one of the harder challenges I've gone through in my art career. I can't thank you guys enough for your support... I'm really excited to see what kind of community this can turn into, and how much more we can grow! You guys are the cat's pajamas

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Who Needs Willpower - Chapter 15

Fiona hurried inside their apartment. She quickly slipped her shoes off before jumping across the couch, burying her face in the cushions. She let out a muffled groan through the downy as Amanda closed their front door behind her.

“Can’t tell if that is a good or bad groan,” Amanda giggled, sitting on the back of the couch, before slipping over to plant her back into the cushions beside Fiona’s head. Fiona matched her, covering her face with her hands as she laughed herself.

“I can’t believe I just did that! I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life!”

“I bet. I mean your cheeks were basically the same shade as your hair.”

“Seriously!?” Fiona whined, reliving the embarrassment in her head.

“Yep! It just made it even hotter though. I feel like that role really suits you. I think Kaylee and Mia would agree…”

“That role?” Fiona raised an eyebrow

“Y’know… Keeping your leaking cage exposed in front of everyone, and following any order given to you. Basically the communal toy!” Fiona groaned, embarrassed by how much that thought ignited her. “Honestly I thought you’d be a bit more resistant. You made me look amazing with how well trained you were. It’s a shame I can’t reward you with an orgasm.”

“Why not!? You could totally do that!”

“Nah, I gave you two different ways to earn an orgasm, and you haven’t gotten either yet. I don’t want to go back on my word!” Amanda teased. Fiona buried her face back in the cushions, showing her disapproval with a grumpy whine.

“I can’t believe they teased me like that and didn’t even give me permission to cum…” She said, muffled through the couch.

“Well to be fair, you didn’t even ask.”

“How could I?!” Fiona’s head shot up. “I was already so embarrassed I wanted to disappear, there's no way I could do that! Besides, I kinda thought I’d have more time…”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you were going to invite them over tonight, so I could ask them once we were in private…”

“Yeah? Were you hoping I would?” Amanda narrowed her eyes, pumping her eyebrows insinuatingly.

“No! I mean, I don't know… kinda…” Fiona mumbled. “I was super nervous, but also it kinda made me really excited to think about… Why didn’t you?” Amanda’s expression shifted from her teasing smile to a bit more serious.

“Mmmm. I was definitely tempted, but I wanted to talk to you about it first. I think there’s a big jump between some teasing or letting some friends see you naked, and a full on foursome. Obviously, I am completely fine with doing stuff with them, but I think adding people into the bedroom could feel very different for you than for me.”

Fiona propped her head up with her elbows. She looked down at Amanda, whose head was partially slipped off the end of the couch. She was running her hand through her hair, twiddling the strands between her fingers. She was so beautiful. No matter how many times she looked at her, it somehow continued to take her off guard.

A part of her felt a twinge of uncertainty. She had never felt this way about anyone before. Adding other people into their dynamic definitely excited her. She twitched at the thought. But at the same time, she would be completely content only being with Amanda. So much so, that Amanda’s enthusiasm for adding people to their dynamic brought out a shade of insecurity in her.

“Um… Can I ask you something?”

“‘Course.”

“... Why are you so okay with sharing me with other people? Wouldn’t you get… jealous?” Fiona knew jealousy wasn’t a desirable emotion, and she wanted Amanda to be confident enough to never have to feel it. But a part of her almost felt rejected. Like she wasn’t worth getting jealous over.

Amanda stopped fiddling with her hair. She shifted her eyes to Fiona’s, who quickly looked away herself.

“Y’know how when people buy themselves a super nice, fancy car, they are so quick to post pictures of it or invite people out to drive around in it?”

“Uhh, I guess?”

“Well… I think it’s sorta like that. Like I have this fancy sports car, and I’d be completely content just driving it myself and enjoying it secretly. But also a part of me… I don't know, wants to show you off, I guess?” Amanda laughed nervously. Her hands began running through her hair once again. “Like, I want other people to get to see how perfect you are, and know I get to play with you whenever I want. That’s really hot to me...”

Fiona’s cheeks warmed, but not from the usual reason. Her heart fluttered in her throat as she replayed Amanda's words in her head, a giddy smile slowly creeping across her face.

“Perfect?” Fiona’s voice squeaked a little.

“Shut up” Amanda scoffed through a grin of her own, rolling her eyes as she turned away from Fiona’s bubbling face. Her cheeks reddened as she did, causing Fiona to giggle.

“What about you?” Amanda broke the silence, eager to change the subject. “How do you feel about group stuff? I know you agreed to being shown off a bit, but what about in the bedroom. Are you into… are you into like, cucking or anything?”

Fiona lifted her head in surprise. Of course Fiona was aware of the cucking side of orgasm denial, but she was surprised Amanda knew. She hadn’t been into chastity and denial very long. Her surprise must have been visible on her face, as Amanda continued.

“I came across it when I started looking into domming with multiple people, but if you aren’t into it at all that's completely fine.”

Fiona dropped her head off her elbows, instead folding her arms and letting her chin rest on them. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it. She had consumed cuckqueen porn before, and a part of her thought it was really hot, but another part of her despised it.

“Mmmm… Today was… definitely really exciting,” Fiona nuzzled her head into her arms, lowering her voice, “so I think I’m definitely into group stuff. But about cucking, I don’t really know. I don’t think so, but maybe a little?” Fiona began to fiddle with her feet, swaying them side to side. “Like… a part of me really really likes it. Stuff like… maybe you making other girls cum instead of me or something? I think that’s really hot. But at the same time, I’m not into the mean parts of it.”

“Mean parts? Is making other girls cum while keeping you denied not ‘mean’?”

“No it is,” Fiona giggled, “but that’s more like teasing. I don’t like… like the mean stuff. Like comparing me to other girls and saying they are better. Or saying you’d rather sleep with someone else instead of me. I don’t ever, ever wanna feel like you’d rather be with someone else, or like I am not good enough… That doesn’t turn me on at all… I think it would just make me… I don't know. Sad. I don’t want to feel like I’m on the outside between you and someone else.”

“Ahhh, okay I understand that. Well that's perfect then,” Amanda swung her legs off the back of the couch, spinning around to sit upright on the couch. She leaned down, placing her hand under Fiona’s chin, lifting her head slightly to meet her own. She lowered her voice. “Because I couldn’t even pretend that I’d want to be with anyone but you.” Amanda kissed her gently, taking her time before she pulled away to rest her forehead against Fiona’s.

Fiona’s breath faltered. Her insecurities vanished with Amanda's words, and her uncertainties with her lips. She was about to go for a second kiss when Amanda pulled away completely. She had a hint of worry in her eyes.

“...I didn’t make you feel that way at all tonight, right?”

“No! Not at all!” Fiona sat up herself.

“Okay good.” Amanda smiled. “So you enjoyed tonight? Would you like to have Kaylee and Mia over sometime?”

“Yeah. I mean… It was sooo so embarrassing. A part of me never wants to do that again. But also…” Fiona covered her growing smile with her hands. “It was so hot, Amanda. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so turned on.”

“Really?” The excitement was evident in Amanda’s voice. “What did you like the most about it?”

“When, uhh… I really loved how they were mostly talking to you instead of me. E-especially how they asked you if they could touch me,  i-instead of asking me. It made me feel like… like your property or something… Like I was just your doll that you were sharing with your friends.”

“Yeah?” Amanda bit her tongue through her wide smile. “You like being treated like that? Like a toy for us to entertain ourselves with?” Amanda slid a hand softly around Fiona’s neck, leaning in and kissing her again. Fiona’s cage responded instantly to Amanda's shift in demeanor.

“Well…” Amanda continued, hovering her lips just barely apart from Fiona's. “If you’re just my doll to entertain me… I think I’d like my doll naked right about now.” Fiona obeyed instantly. She hopped up from the couch, stripping off her dress. Since Kaylee had never returned her panties, all she had left was her strapless bra and her cage. She slipped her hands behind her back, quickly unstrapping it and letting it fall to the floor. She clasped her hands behind her back, waiting for her next order while subduing the drive to cover herself with her hands.

Amanda eyed Fiona, grinning with anticipation. She stripped off her shirt, tossing it to the floor. She lifted her hips from the couch, biting her lip as she cutely shimmied her shorts and panties down her legs, kicking them off excitedly. Fiona began dropping to her knees when Amanda stopped her.

“Ah-ah-ah, no blowjobs. Sorry sweetie, you don’t even get the chance to earn a release tonight.” Amanda reached her hands out, grabbing Fiona’s and pulling her towards herself. Fiona flushed as her body stiffened. She knew what Amanda wanted. Fiona put a knee to Amanda’s side, straddling her as she slowly climbed onto the couch.

Amanda grabbed Fiona’s chest, squeezing them before sliding her hands around to her upper back. Amanda's gentle fingers sent a shiver down Fiona’s spine as they trailed down her back, gripping into her butt. She pulled Fiona into her, causing her to softly hump as her cage and balls pressed against Amanda's stomach. Fiona lowered her head, nuzzling into Amanda’s neck, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin against her nose, and the familiar scent of Amanda’s hair. Amanda guided Fiona’s hips. She felt Amanda’s shaft slip past her cage and press gently against her entrance.

“I’m kinda nervous,” Fiona whispered into Amanda’s ear, tittering through it.

“What? Why?” Amanda giggled.

“I’ve never… set the pace before… And since you’re so good, I’m worried in comparison it’s gonna be…”

“I’m so good?” Amanda teased while beaming. She kissed Fiona’s neck, before lowering her voice to a more gentle timbre. “Don’t be nervous, sweetheart. Even if you were terrible, I’d still love it. It’s with you.” Amanda gave her another kiss, before pressing a hand on Fiona’s butt.

Fiona took a sharp breath as she slid down Amanda's cock. She doubted she could ever get used to its size. She took her time slowly working her way down, until she was sitting down completely on Amanda’s lap.

Once she was comfortable with Amanda's full unit, she began bouncing herself. Her cheeks burned. She could immediately tell how clumsy she was compared to Amanda. She tried to match Amanda’s usual pace, but she struggled to hold a steady rhythm.

Amanda smiled, placing a hand on Fiona’s back as her other pressed against her hips, slowing her into a stop

“Relax, Fi.” Her voice was slow and calming. “Stop thinking so much. You don’t have to try to impress me.” Fiona could hear her smile through her words. In a much softer, timid voice, she continued. “You always impress me.”

Fiona rested her forehead on Amanda's shoulder, smiling. Her blush was even stronger, but she felt calmness wash over her. Her heart slowed as she took a few breaths. She began slowly gliding up and down Amanda’s shaft. She didn’t worry about anything, only focusing on slowly raising all the way up to the tip, and back down to her lap with every movement.

Fiona wrapped her arms behind Amanda’s neck, grabbing her forearm in a loose hug. She closed her eyes, resting against the smooth skin of her neck. Amanda’s hands answered in kind, wrapping behind Fiona’s back. Her hands were constantly searching. Trailing up and down Fiona’s skin, from gently squeezing her butt to running all the way up between her shoulder blades.

Fiona’s arousal was overpowering. She was constantly leaking, a trail of precum stretching between her balls and Amanda's stomach with every movement. But despite that, she wasn’t focused on cumming.

She felt comfortable. Feeling Amanda’s warm skin against her own, nuzzled against her neck as she slipped slowly in and out of her. She had never felt so close to Amanda before.

Fiona never wanted it to end. She continued riding, just as slow and controlled as before. For ten minutes? Twenty minutes? She lost track of time, her only benchmark was Amanda’s deepening breaths, and the increasing amount of precum slicking her cage and Amanda’s stomach.

Eventually nuzzling wasn’t enough. She kissed Amanda’s neck. Amanda moaned, much more powerfully than Fiona was expecting. She rolled her head to the side, exposing as much of her neck as possible. Fiona understood the invitation, taking her time kissing and nibbling across Amanda’s exposed skin.

Amanda's hips began to buck into her. Fiona pressed her butt into Amanda's lap, stopping her. She didn’t want Amanda to have to set the pace. She wanted to do it herself. Amanda seemed to respond, slowing her hips back to a standstill. Fiona continued at her pace once again.

Amanda's moans grew louder and louder. Her fingernails dug into Fiona’s back and butt. Fiona was lost in the pleasure. Feeling Amanda slide in and out of her was one thing, but seeing Amanda's reaction to her was something else entirely. She felt intoxicated. High on Amanda’s pleasure. Her moans became the only thing that mattered. All she wanted was to continue to pleasure Amanda forever.

“Fuckkkkk!!” Amanda nearly screamed. Fiona felt a hand slip into her hair, grabbing it tightly before yanking her to the side. The sudden aggression jolted Fiona out of her trance. Before she could fully process, Amanda had pushed her down across the couch, pouncing on top of her.

One of Amanda’s hands squeezed Fiona’s throat as Amanda thrusted into her. Fiona gasped as she bottomed out, her body bouncing up with an audible slap against Amanda’s hips. Amanda thrusted like a wild animal. She groaned in Fiona’s ear, biting it as she did.

Fiona could hardly think. Of all the times Amanda had fucked her, she had never been fucked like this. It was almost primal. Fiona was nearly convinced she’d cum through her cage. She gripped into the couch, wrapping her legs around Amanda and pulling her closer. She moaned, moaning even harder as Amanda’s grip on her throat seemed to confine her whimpers.

“Goddd!” Amanda groaned through gritted teeth. She erupted inside her. Fiona could feel the hot ropes, enough to fill her, leaking out past Amanda's throbbing cock and dripping down her inner thighs and onto the couch. She grabbed Amanda's back and pulled her close as she moaned, pressing her hips up into Amanda's cock, hungrily trying to push her deeper. This was the first time Amanda had cum inside her, and as much as she loved feeling her cum across her skin, she loved this too. Feeling Amanda's cum spray across her skin usually drove her mad with desperation. But feeling it leak from inside her didn’t. She just felt close to her. A kind of closeness she hadn’t felt before.

Fiona’s legs remained interlocked behind Amanda, holding her close as her thrusts slowed. Amanda finally stopped, her head buried in Fiona’s neck. Amanda lied limp on top of Fiona, their heavy breaths slowing.

Amanda finally pulled out of her. A string of cum stuck to her cock as she did, dripping across Fiona’s twitching balls as she rested on top of her. Amanda’s cock slowly softened beside her straining cage.

They laid in silence for some time, before Amanda finally took a deep breath

“I couldn’t take it anymore!” Amanda giggled through her exhale. “I thought I was gonna lose it, I mean Jesus!” Amanda sat up, looking down at Fiona with a wide grin. “You had better not have done that on purpose.”

“Done what on purpose?” Amanda narrowed her eyes, studying her reaction. She dropped her head down to Fiona’s chest, wrapping her arms around her in a hug as she settled back in.

“Mmmmm, guess I believe you.” She exhaled comfortably, closing her eyes. “I don’t know how you are alive, honestly. You just kept going soooo slowly! For like an hour!! And it was juuust slow enough that I couldn’t cum! I mean fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten that horny.” Fiona’s jaw dropped a bit.

“I didn’t even think about that! I just wanted to take it slow and steady. It was feeling so good, and since… y’know… I couldn’t cum anyways, I wasn’t even thinking about cumming. I just wanted to keep going and going…”

“I could tell! I wanted to let you set the pace the whole time, but you weren’t speeding up, and I was gonna break!” She crossed her hands on Fiona’s chest, resting her chin on her fingers, looking up at her. “You’re something else. To be able to handle that level of arousal? I mean fuck, I could never…”

“Does that mean you’re gonna let me cum more often now?” Giddiness leaked into Fiona’s voice.

“Oh pfft, no. Not at all. Maybe even the opposite. Knowing that you’re experiencing that level of arousal when I torture you? God it’s so hot. Really shot yourself in the foot with that one.”

“Amandaaa!” Fiona’s jaw dropped. “...Are you serious?!”

“Absolutely…” Amanda snuggled into Fiona, grinning wide as she relaxed against her chest, feeling the waves of satisfaction and exhaustion wash over her. “The fact that you can handle that without legitimately losing your mind? That just proves to me all the more that you’re meant to stay denied.”

Fiona opened her mouth to respond, but there were no words. All she could do was throb and leak at the thought as Amanda drifted off to sleep on top of her, with her cum still slowly dripping out of her.

Face practice!

Have been wanting to work on faces and head construction for awhile. Recently I stumbled upon an artist that has a really awesome style, so I decided to copy a few heads from their work to get some practice! This artists name is ratatatat74, and they are phenomenally skilled! If you guys like any of these, definitely think about checking them out!

Happy Valentines day!

Alright, you all know the drill. Pretend I got this out in time and not 4 days late...

Order Confirmation #: 48656c6c6f20576f726c6421

Thank you for your purchase of our next generation sexual companion! Each doll has been custom produced to match your specific needs! Our dolls have the ability to charge directly via a port on their tailbone, or sustain themselves with food just like us, allowing you to even take them on camping trips if so desired! Each dolls built in intelligence software has been preprogrammed with the ability to understand and act on any and all orders within Asimov's laws of robotics. Each dolls nervous system is advanced enough to simulate all the 5 senses, allowing them to fully experience every encounter and sensation as if a living person, as well as being pre-exposed to pleasure safely with our own in-house dolls. Because each doll is custom built, we do not accept returns or refunds. However we will service and defective devices and return them to you for free! We hope you enjoy your new companion!

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Eva Part 3

Eva moaned into her pillow, pressing her butt into the air as she teetered on the edge. Please please please Eva pleaded in her mind, before slumping back into her sheets with frustration as her edge faded.

“Good girl. Morning edges complete.” Eva let out a short grunt of disapproval, before aggressively kicking her feet on her mattress. Eva ran her hands across her silky sheets, focusing on the sensation as she tried to distract herself from her twitching clit.

“Breakfast is ready!” Aika announced cheerfully, an emotion Eva did not reciprocate.

“Don’t try to change the subject,” Eva pushed herself out of bed. “I can’t believe you didn’t let me cum again!”

“You’d think after 24 days you’d be used to it by now.”

“Ugggh nooo! I’m not gonna ‘get used to it’, everyday I just need it more and more!” Eva complained, making her way to the kitchen.

“Oh, I know.” Eva reddened from being reminded of Aika’s access to her inner thoughts. Eva grabbed her breakfast off the tray: A small nutrition shake and a little bowl of yogurt with pineapple chunks in it. She finished her breakfast and made her way to the shower.

Over the past three weeks, Eva had developed a more stable routine. Her morning and nightly edges had become second nature. Despite growing more desperate for release with every day, she had gotten much better at edging, very rarely accidentally slipping over anymore. A feat she was fairly proud of.

Throughout her days, she’d play games or watch shows. Occasionally, Aika would interrupt her with tasks. Sometimes simply edging, sometimes being locked in her pleasure belt and continually teased or edged until she could complete an escape room or a coding challenge. The more they interacted, the more Aika’s ingenuity grew, and the better she knew just how to press Eva’s buttons.

“Wanna watch a movie or something?” Eva asked as she stepped out the bathroom, still squeezing her hair with her towel.

“Sure!” Aika responded. Eva could hear her microwave starting up as Aika prepared popcorn. Eva had been interacting with Aika a lot more recently. Initially, it was just to help train her. And distract Aika from torturing her... But the more they interacted, the more she found herself enjoying the company over her usual silence.

Eva scrolled through movie options, reading the quick synopses to help her decide. She settled on a spy movie just as she heard the finished popcorn come down the chute. She started the movie, quickly hopping up to grab the popcorn before jumping into her bed. She settled in, pulling the blankets over her bare skin, still nude from her shower. Aika closed Eva’s blackout curtains, engulfing the room in darkness. The TV swiveled out from the wall on a long arm, positioning itself over the bed.

-R: Viewer discretion is advised. The following film is intended for mature audiences and contains: Adult content, strong language, graphic violence, strong sexual content and nudity.-

“Oh? I can see why you picked this one.” Aika insinuated.

“Shut up.” Eva rolled her eyes, tossing a piece of popcorn at the ceiling, as if throwing it at Aika.

The movie was certainly rated R. It followed a spy who was burned while in the middle of a mission in a foreign country. His identity was leaked, and he had to fight his way through dozens of bodies in his pursuit home. His handler abandoned the CIA in order to help him, adding elements of romance to the plot. Whenever the action died down, the movie was filled with eye candy, from meetings in strip clubs to shower scenes.

Eva's thighs softly clenched with every background stripper or shot of the spy’s glistening abs. Her cheeks reddened in the dark room. She felt like Aika was staring at her throughout every scene. She could almost hear Aika's teasing grin through the silence.

The movie ended with the spy finally reuniting with his handler, kissing passionately. It showed dramatic lighting with slow-motion shots of her shirt being pulled up her stomach, his lips kissing her neck and gently running his nose down her chest, a bright setting sun through the window silhouetting him with touching music. Close ups of the goosebumps on the girl's perfect skin, her arching her back and panting. Even a few frames moving far enough to show her exposed breasts or butt.

Eva pressed the popcorn bowl down against her lap, pushing some bundled blankets between her legs and against her clit as the credits rolled. She clenched her legs together, enjoying the pressure it created. She was about to slide her fingers beneath the blankets when Aika spoke.

"We could always just watch porn next time."

"Whatever!" Eva laughed, quickly separating her legs in spite. She hopped up from her bed, putting her empty popcorn bowl in the chute to be cleaned. It was immediately whisked away, replaced by a brown package.

“What’s this?” Eva questioned, taking the package with curiosity. Aika remained silent as Eva sat on the floor, the wooden finish cool against her bare cheeks. She cut open the box, reading the packaging inside.

"Nanite pleasurer...?" Eva trailed off as she read. It was an implant toy that basically installed a remote vibrator inside the customer. There were options for different locations, from clit, g-spot and nipples, to even more niche and individualistic pleasure points, like earlobes and the sort.

"I got you the nipples, clit and g-spot pack." Eva stared at the package, a giddy feeling of curiosity building within her.

"Ummm, why?" Eva continued reading through the instructions

"Whenever I wish to tease you, I still have to ask you to put on your pleasure belt. I believe it would be most efficient to remove that middle step." Eva’s stomach fluttered. Refusing to put on the pleasure belt was one of the few modicums of control she still possessed. Aika could prevent her from cumming, but at least she still had control over if she’d edge and make it worse.

“Ohh, r-right” A bit of uncertainty leaked into Eva’s voice. This device was no joke. You applied it in a gel to any area you wanted, and it would soak through the skin and merge with itself inside the body, fusing with the tissue. It had a biological component, allowing it to power itself with the ATP from your body. It wasn't permanent, being removable at a clinic run by the company. But given Eva's social abilities, it might as well have been permanent to her.

"So with this... you could tease me at any time?"

"Yep! You could no more escape it than escaping your own skin." Eva's body quivered at the thought. The device came with a sample vibrator that could mimic the range of intensity the nanites could reproduce. She pressed the button, hearing the vibrator ramp up until the vibrations were rumbling through her entire hand.

"Jesus!! This thing is ridiculous..."

"It's advertised to be able to make any girl cum in less than a minute on its highest setting." Eva's brain immediately connected the dots. She twitched at the thought, feeling a wave of arousal surge through her.

"I-I don't know..." Eva laughed nervously. "M-maybe we should just watch another movie?"

"I would love to watch another movie with you!” Eva let out a quiet sigh of relief, slowly getting up off the floor. “However, just know that you will not be allowed to cum until the nanites have been installed." Eva froze. A brief silence filled the room.

"Which movie would you like to watch this time?" Aika continued. Eva was too busy trying to process what she said before.

“Not... not allowed to cum? Like at all?"

"Correct. Regardless of how long it takes you, I will not reinstate your ability to cum until they have been installed.” Aika spoke plainly, as if what she said was as easy going as a grocery list.  “...What about a comedy this time?"

Eva didn’t respond. Could she do that…? Of course she could. Aika controlled if she was able to cum. Period. She could create any rules or stipulations she wanted. Eva sat in the silence of her thoughts, trying to work out if there was any loophole or angle she’d missed.

"Ughhh fine!!" Eva exclaimed, dropping back to the floor with an air of defeat

"Good girl" Eva could hear the smugness in Aika’s voice, causing her to tingle, softly rubbing her knees together.

The installation process was very simple. It came with nipple clamps that had the nanite gel smeared across the ridges. All she had to do was clamp them in place and wait. The gel would diffuse through her skin. For her clit and g-spot, it came with a ‘u’ shaped device, allowing it to press the gel into both locations with ease. Once the devices were installed correctly, the clamps and u shaped device would unhinge themselves automatically.

It took about five minutes before she felt the pressure disappear, allowing her to remove the clamps and ‘u’ shaped device. She ran her hands over her breasts. They felt exactly the same as before. Her clit as well. Did they really do anything?

“The nanites have to be calibrated now. They just run through all their vibration speeds to make sure they are working properly.” The vibrations suddenly came to life

"H-holy wait a sec, Aika. T-Those are a little-" Eva’s voice cut out as the vibrations began ramping up. The sensation was nothing like Aika had felt before. It wasn't like having a vibrator pressed against her, it was like she was the vibrator.

“Oh fuck!” Eva grabbed her breasts. She was so used to clamps, she expected to find something there that she could quickly remove, but there was nothing. She moaned as the vibrations continued to escalate. She pressed against her chest in an attempt to dampen the vibrations, but to no avail.

The intensity easily surpassed what the sample vibrator had felt like against her hand. The origins of the vibrations clearly had a substantial effect. Eva squealed as she wiggled against the ground, trying to dodge the vibrations. Every time they got stronger, Eva was sure that was the most powerful they could get. But they proved her wrong time and time again.

She felt like a prisoner in her own body. No matter how she squirmed she couldn’t escape the vibrations, yet she couldn’t cum. She slid a hand over her clit, cupping between her legs like a desperate shield.

The vibrations finally hit their peak.

“A-Aikaaa!” Eva nearly screamed. She felt like her body was going to explode. It was as if every vibrator she owned was pressed against her nipples and clit, shoved inside her and turned on full blast. The vibrations abruptly silenced.

“Th-That goes... w-way too high..." Eva panted, The aftermath still coursing through her. She rolled onto her back, her knees still clenched together and close to her chest.

"Looks like they weren't lying. If your orgasms were enabled, you would have cum easily in that window. And the calibration was only 13 seconds."

"13 seconds!?!" Evas head shot up in surprise. She relaxed back to the floor in exhaustion. "That did not f-feel like 13 seconds. That felt like forever..." Eva said, her exposed chest rising and sinking with every heavy breath.

“Well, good job enduring." Aika laughed. There she goes again, Eva thought to herself, before brushing it off.

“The least you could have done was let me cum from it.” Eva whined.

“I can’t have your first orgasm in over 3 weeks be from a simple calibration. That is far too anticlimactic.”

“I woulda been fine with that.”

“Well, then it's a good thing you aren’t in charge.” Eva whined to show her displeasure, but her stomach tingled.

They decided to watch another movie after all. It was a romance about a genius stuck-up chef getting fired from a fancy restaurant and having to take a job at a failing family diner, but ends up making it popular and falling in love with the owner in the process. But Eva had a hard time concentrating on it.

Aika kept playing with her through the movie, randomly turning on Eva’s implants on the lowest setting throughout the movie. Each time she did, Eva squirmed a little. She had never felt so much like someone else’s toy. She’d instinctively readjust herself to escape the teasing, but she couldn’t. She felt like a cat with a sticky-note on her paw, the vibrations following her no matter how she pulled away.

Each time they came to life, Eva’s mind would go wild with fantasies. Aika could tease her at literally any time, and any place. She could be eating or taking a shower. Hell, she could be asleep. But if Aika wanted to, she could tease her regardless. With every new fantasy her body quivered, causing her to wish Aika couldn’t read her arousal like a book. She’d try to force herself to focus on the movie, but after a brief moment of focus, her eyes would glaze over, her attention would return to her clit. By the end of the movie, Eva’s upper thighs were slick.

The credits began to roll. Aika opened the blackout curtains, pulling the TV back into its spot in the wall. Her stomach rumbled. Figuring it was time for lunch, Eva pushed off her blankets.

“Lunch, please.” Eva asked. She could hear the inner mechanisms of her home begin producing her food, but Aika didn’t respond. She stood up and stretched, blushing slightly as her thighs separated, creating a quiet yet audible sound that reinforced how wet she had become.

“I want a body…” Aika said, quiet enough that Eva couldn’t make it out over the sounds of her lunch preparing.

“Hmm?” Eva asked as her lunch slid down the chute. Another nutrition shake, but with a few apple slices and a small bag of chips.

“I want a body.” Aika repeated louder. Eva stopped, hearing her clearly. Eva creased her brow in surprise. Did she want Aika to have a body? Honestly, the thought hadn’t even crossed her mind. Was it subconscious?

“Why?” Eva asked, but Aika didn’t respond. Eva grabbed her shake, drinking it as she thought. She finished her lunch in silence, waiting for a response that never came.

“Well,” Eva broke the silence, placing her empty plate back in the chute. “No harm in looking at some, I guess.”

“Very well, I’ll pull some up.” There was a hint of excitement in Aika’s voice. Eva’s computer booted. Without even touching the mouse, a sex doll website opened itself. Eva sat at her desk and began scrolling through the options.

The first step was to choose a gender. Each option was wildly customizable, but it was broken down into three starting branches. Male, female, and Futanari.

“What are we thinking?”

“Futanari please. I believe a penis could definitely come in handy.”

“Alright, let's never say that again.” Eva laughed, but she selected the option.

Next was biological customization. It had options for models with no teeth, or exchanging certain body parts with others. Options to rearrange your doll to match any fetish or use you could think of. Eva was not interested in having an amalgamation of tits and clits, so she chose the humanoid option.

The page showed dozens of preset body types, faces, and hair styles. She slowly scrolled through the website. She crossed her legs as her arousal built. The sex dolls were made using synthetic biological flesh as their base. Each preset was a perfect recreation of a human body, shown completely naked and from every angle. After being denied for over three weeks, the process was enough to make her clench with need.

“That one please.” Aika interrupted her scrolling.

“This one?” Eva was confused. The preset she selected was definitely attractive, but she was a little surprised by it. It was a bit taller than her, and one of the few options that had an adjustable crotch built into it. Its features could disappear inside itself, making it appear sexless, as well as being able to grow to comical sizes. But none of that was what surprised her. It was the doll's chest. It was easily bigger than hers. Full and heavy, yet still effortlessly perky. Did she really need such a big chest? It somehow made hers feel even smaller.

Eva was about to veto it when she stopped. She was pretty sure she'd prefer a smaller chest on her domme. If not smaller than her own, at least close to her size. So why would Aika choose this one?

“...Hey, Aika? Can I look at your code please?”

“You do not have permission to edit my code anymore, remember?”

“No, I know. Not to edit, just to view.” There was a long pause.

“Very well.” A terminal popped up on Eva’s screen. Her eyes widened. Strings of various characters were constantly writing and erasing themselves. It looked like the structure of the language she coded Aika in had disappeared.

She had given Aika the ability to edit her own source code, allowing her to catalog different experiences and edit her own processes in kind. This would allow her to learn and adapt into her role with increased effectiveness, rather than simply optimize what Eva had already coded into her. But she imagined Aika would edit her code in the same language she was created in.

Eva couldn’t even understand huge portions of her code, switching from coherent language to seemingly random lines of characters and integers. The way they changed in real time, forming and deleting over and over. Something about it, it almost looked like…

“Alright,” Eva closed the terminal. “That one it is, then.”

She selected the preset Aika had picked out. She enabled the advanced configuration menu, allowing Aika to edit the features of the face and body with thousands of options, from eyebrow width and the depth of the eyes to the direction and size of her nipples. With Aika’s processing speed, she blurred through the options, causing the preset to melt away into a uniquely customized sex doll before Eva’s eyes.

“Looks good?” Eva asked once the doll’s appearance stabilized.

“Yes.” The hint of excitement returned to her voice, causing Eva to smile. She confirmed the options and processed the order. The cost was ludicrous, but Eva didn’t spend money on hardly anything, and had the credits to spare.

Normally, anything Eva would order arrived the same day. But because the company had to develop a fully functioning body, it wasn’t estimated to arrive until a week later. Aika had no problem making the most of that time.

Eva had never been edged as much as she was that week. Aika was like a child after Christmas, taking every waking moment to play with their new toys, hardly even pulling away to eat. Every time she felt the vibrations spring to life she’d groan with frustration, knowing another edging session was on its way. It didn’t help either that it was rare for it to end with a single edge. By the end of the week, Eva felt in heat. Her face was constantly warm with arousal, while leaking steadily down her legs.

–

“Strap yourself to the bed, please.” Aika commanded, just as Eva finished her breakfast. Eva’s thighs clenched together instinctively.

“Y-your body is being delivered today!” Eva announced cheerfully, hoping to distract her. “Shouldn’t we wait around for it?”

“Don’t worry about that. If my body comes while you are still tied down, I will release you so you can retrieve it. Tie yourself down now, please.” Eva complied. She knew once Aika had settled on wanting to play, there was no getting out of it. She had tried a few times before, but after her vibrating implants were installed, Aika would just slowly ramp up the vibrations. Eventually it would be too much, and she’d cave in the end anyways.

Eva took off all her clothes and climbed onto the bed. The restraints on all four corners were still there from last time. She was in them enough that it wasn’t worth taking them off the bed anymore. Eva knew what was coming. This had become one of Aika’s favorite ways to play with her.

She’d lock herself completely naked and spread eagle on the bed. Once she was secured, Aika would reinstate her ability to cum, and practice edging her. Sometimes it would be just one edge, but most of the time it was around five. Something about looking down at her nude body, clit twitching and leaking onto her sheets while unable to touch herself was torture for her. And Aika loved it.

But today was a special day. Eva felt giddiness as she locked herself in place. Today was one month denied, on the dot. Eva had never gone this long without cumming, and it seemed like the perfect milestone for Aika to finally allow her a release.

“Ability to cum restored.” Eva was already quivering with excitement before Aika even started. Her hips lifted into the air the moment the vibrations began. She rolled her head back, biting her lip. The vibrations were mild, but it was more than enough after a month.

Eva’s breaths got heavier. She pulled against her binds, thrusting her chest up towards her hands as she tried to grab her boobs. She crept closer and closer to the edge. With every step, her hips softly bucked just a little faster.

“Mmmm I’m close Aika I’m close, please may I cum?”

“No you may not.” Eva groaned as the vibrations disappeared just as she teetered on the edge. The metal of her binds clanked against her beg frame as she squirmed.

“Nooo no no Aika pleeease, please I need it!” Eva’s thighs tried to press together as the vibrations started again, but were held apart by the binds around her ankles. Aika didn’t give her much of a cooldown, quickly thrusting her into another edge.

“Ugggh!” Eva groaned, the vibrations stopping just shy once again. “A-Aika please! It’s been a month! Today is one month exactly. Please, isn't that long enough!?”

“Oh that's right,. I suppose today is one month.” Eva felt another orgasm vanish with the vibrations. She squirmed against the bed, trying to move her hips in any way she could to gain that extra push over. “We will have to do something special.”

“Mmmm fuck thank you Aika, thank you so much!” Eva closed her eyes, bucking her hips in pleasure as she felt herself tip closer and closer to the edge. She pressed her head back against her pillow, feeling the release she was denied for a month building up inside her. She pressed against the edge. Then the vibrations stopped

“Ughhh fuckkkkk whyyy!?!” Eva thrashed against her bondage. “Aika! Why’d you stop againnn!? It’s been a month, I thought you were gonna let me cum!”

“No, that was not what I was thinking we should do for our special event. Normally I only edge you for a few minutes. A half hour at most. So to make today really special, instead I’m going to edge you until my body arrives!”

“What!?!” Eva’s voice cracked as the vibrations started again. “T-that could be h-hours!? Mmmngh h-holyyy” Eva groaned through another edge. She felt like her body was gonna short circuit. Every fiber of her being begged her to reach down and rub herself over. Eva even lifted her head and clit, trying to bring them together, as if she could lick herself over instead since her hands were bound.

“Wouldn’t that be fun?” Eva writhed as she whimpered. But something deep in her core tingled with excitement at the thought. She cursed herself. Why did that turn her on? What was wrong with her? She knew all she wanted to do was cum. She knew it! So what was that throbbing arousal?

Eva’s edges began phasing together into a dizzying blur of arousal. She could hardly think. Had it been minutes? Hours? She was sore from straining against her binds, and covered in a thin layer of sweat. But none of that mattered. Nothing mattered, but the throbbing need between her legs. Her sheets were slick beneath inner thighs from how wet she was. Every edge her hips would thrust violently into the air, only to be met with frustration time and time again.

She was so horny, Aika had stopped edging her clit. Pushing her to the edge only through her nipples. Her clit had never been so hungry before. She was constantly pulling her knees together, trying desperately to press them together to get any pressure at all to replace the throbbing void she was left in.

The vibrations stopped. Eva’s body hummed with need as she waited for them to start again, but they didn’t. It took Eva several moments to unclench her muscles, her bindings slack as her arms and legs relaxed to the bed. Eva had completely forgotten what they were waiting for. The events of the world disappeared to her body's needs after the first dozen or so edges. It wasn’t until Aika spoke that she finally remembered.

“It's here!”

Insomnia

Since I have been under the weather, I decided to do a little something different! Here is a story I had written many many moons ago. I think before I even made my patreon! I decided to read through it, edit it a bit, and show you guys! I had been planning on making a new series off of this that I would run alongside "Who Needs Willpower", but I never did! Definitely more of a setup chapter, but I hope you guys still enjoy the change of pace from my usual stuff! Here is the first chapter of the still yet-to-be-continued series: "Insomnia"

Michael leaned his head on his arm, resting on his desk. He stared at the pencil in his other hand. He flipped the pencil, spinning it smoothly around his thumb before it snapped back into place in his grip. He smiled.

“Clarence,” he heard a sharp voice from the front of the classroom. A tall redhead stood up and walked down the gentle slope towards the voice.

The classroom was set up like a massive slanted hill. In the lowest section stood his physics teacher, Mr. Bradford. He was a burly man, standing at maybe 6’2”. His muscles pressed against the dark green fabric of his suit. He had a harsh five O’Clock shadow, like it was all he could do to not instantly grow a full beard right there in class. Yet the top of his head was so smooth it shined in the light.

The rest of the seats were positioned like repeating semi-circles, each row getting slightly higher as they moved back.

“Thank you, sir!” Clarence shouted. A few chuckles resonated throughout the classroom as he grabbed the paper from Mr. Bradford, before returning to his seat.

Mr. Bradford had been a drill instructor in his youth, and he still held himself like one. His face rarely smiled. He stood rigid and with perfect posture. Hell, he even still spoke in the same sharp, loud manner, even when explaining the laws of thermodynamics.

No one knew why he had left the military. Some guessed he was dishonorably discharged. Some thought he retired to follow his long lost dream of being a university physics teacher. Some even joked he was too hard on the recruits and they asked him to leave in order to boost soldier morale. Rumors ran rampant, since Mr. Bradford had never clarified himself. “I used to be a drill instructor, now I teach physics,” was what he said at the beginning of the semester, never mentioning it again.

His students called him “sir”. Not everyone was as gung-ho as Clarence, acting as if they were in a military line up. But whenever interacting, most everyone replaced his name with “sir.” Michael didn’t know if it was out of respect, a way to keep class more interesting, or just a joke one random person started, followed by an extensive wave of band-wagoning. Either way, Michael didn’t really care. It was entertaining.

It would almost be easy to forget his actual name, but one student seemed to make it their mission to remind the class.

“Sophia!” Mr. Bradford shouted.

“Thank you, Mr. Bradford.” Michael watched as Sophia returned to her seat. He tried to flip his pencil again, but it slipped out of his hands and onto the table.

Sophia was a short girl, around five feet tall. She wore a black cover-up, almost like a shawl, over a light gray ruffled dress that ended just above her knees. She had long black socks with two thin white stripes around their top. They stopped on the lower side of her knees, revealing a sliver of skin between them and her dress. Despite her size, she didn’t bother with heels. She opted instead for simple black slip-ons. She had a fairly long inverted bob of black straight hair, one side a little longer than the other. Her face was soft, yet defined, with deep, dark blue eyes. She was beautiful.

She got to her seat and placed her test face down on her desk, before running her hands down the back of her legs to keep her dress in place as she sat. She held herself with perfect posture, but despite that, she didn’t give off an air of confidence. Something about her radiated shyness. The way she angled her head slightly down, allowing her hair to brush past her ears and around her face, as if trying to shield herself from the world. Her knees pulled tight together as she sat, hands clasped on the top of the desk. Maybe it wasn’t shyness, maybe it was respectability? Either way, Michael was captivated by her. She was a perfect picture of femininity.

Something about her was strange though. Despite her obvious beauty, she didn’t really seem to have any friends. Guys would sometimes sit next to her in class. She’d tighten up, nervously smiling at them as they talked. But the guys never stuck around long. For someone so attractive, it was almost eerie watching her in isolation.

Maybe she’s dry company, Michael thought to himself, grabbing his pencil and flipping it again. Even if she was, he didn’t mind. Something about her enticed him. He’d often think about being one of those guys who’d sit beside her, being the first guy to stick around. But he never did. Every day, he took his seat, she took hers.

Michael shook his head, realizing he had been staring at her far too long. He sat in the back of the lecture hall, so he doubted anyone would notice. But he started to creep himself out.

Michael wasn’t much of a social butterfly either. He had long brown hair, loosely held up in a messy topknot. He wore a plain white, long sleeved shirt with an unzipped black jacket rolled up to his elbows. Everyone always told him to wear jeans, that they would match his style so much better. But he hated the feel of them. He wore a pair of simple black joggers and some black sneakers with vibrant purple laces. He was a handsome enough guy, or at least he liked to believe so. He had a relatively well defined jaw line and prominent features, but his eyes had dark circles below them.

Michael returned his focus to his pencil, flipping it in his hands, practicing to get to some level of consistency with it. He zoned out as Mr. Bradford finished passing out all the tests. Michael got a 98%. He wanted to be an artist. He had no real interest in physics, but he was smart. Not needing to exert much effort in class to understand the concepts.

Michael pulled out his sketchbook, still resting his head on his arm as he sketched. Nothing more than simple doodles, but they consumed his attention as Mr. Bradford addressed the results of the test. He went over problem questions on the board, re-explaining gaps in knowledge he felt the test had revealed in his students. Before long, Michael heard the shuffle of movement as his classmates began packing up and leaving in unison. Michael sat up to stretch, placing his sketchbook back in his bag before leaving himself.

Michael was a freshman in college. Almost all his classes were general education classes. Baseline classes that had nothing to do with a major, like physics and english. Despite Michael's stellar grades, he wasn’t sure about college. He didn’t really need a degree for the job he wanted to do, and the classes couldn’t hold his interest. He had gotten good scholarships though, so his parents insisted on him attending.

He rubbed his eyes in exhaustion as he made his way into the dining hall. The hall was self-serve. Each little section of the hall had different assortments of food, from sandwich materials to premade pasta. He poured himself a cup of decaf coffee, grabbed an asiago bagel and some strawberry cream cheese before checking out. He sat at an empty table, spread his cream cheese, and then pulled out his sketchbook once again. He listened to music as he nibbled, looking around the dining hall, quickly trying to sketch the other students as they ate.

Before long, the dinner rush passed and Michael returned to his dorm. He lived in a single room of a co-ed dorm. He loved not having a roommate, but a part of him wondered if it was good for his mental health. Since college started, he hadn’t really talked to much of anyone aside from a few friends in the art club he’d sometimes attend. Maybe a roommate would have been at least some guaranteed interaction. He pulled out his backpack and began doing his homework for the week. Despite it being a Friday, most of his classes’ assignments were given out at the end of the week and due the following Friday. This allowed him to get everything done ahead of time, which he really enjoyed.

He packed up his backpack and took another long stretch, checking the clock. 11:30. Not as bad as he thought. He grabbed his towel and left his room. His room had a sink where he could brush his teeth, but the bathroom and showers were shared. He walked down the hall and took his shower, thoroughly enjoying the effect the warm water had on his tight muscles. He got back to his room, brushed his teeth and got in bed.

Michael slept pretty terribly that night. In fact, he sorta slept terribly every night. Since college, he had completely cut out caffeine. He still drank coffee, as he liked the taste and feel of the warmth, but he always got decaf. Michael stared up at his ceiling, turning his head to check the clock. Three in the morning. He sighed, rubbing his face. Maybe a walk will help. He sat up and grabbed the keycard to his room, walking out into the hallway in his pajamas.

The dorm hallway was dim. The hallway usually had motion activated lights, but they turned off completely after a certain time in the night. 12:45 in fact. Michael had taken a night stroll so many times, he had it down to a science. The hall was instead lit by soft orange lights that ran the length of the floor on either side. There was a decent gap between the lights, just enough to show the floor with sufficient detail to avoid tripping, while keeping the hallway relatively dark.

Michael loved this aspect of the dorm. The dim lights allowed him to walk in peace, without getting blasted by the harsh fluorescents that normally lit the hallways. The building was so quiet, hardly able to hear his own feet softly shuffle against the carpet floor. He wandered the hallway aimlessly, letting the dull light and silence relax him into his desired drowsiness. He yawned, about to turn and make his way back when he saw the door to the common lounge in the corner of his eye.

The common lounge was a large room shared by the floor of the dorm. It had a big TV and several couches. It had a kitchen, including a stove, oven, fridge, sink and dishwasher. Basically anything you’d need. It was a common mingling ground for the floor. People would cook dinner together and hang out, watching TV and playing board games. It looked pleasant, but Michael didn’t know a single one of the regulars and didn't feel much like trying to meet them. It also had replacement trash liners stored in one of the kitchen drawers, and Michael was out of trash bags for his room. Guess I’ll grab the bags now so I don’t have to do it with people around.

He finished his walk down the hall and opened the door to the common lounge, walking half asleep into the dark room. His sleepy state immediately left him as his eyes shot wide. Despite the lights being off, the room had large floor to ceiling windows as its walls, and ambient light from campus gave the room a gentle, blue glow. Standing near one of the windows was a girl, facing away from him and directly towards the window. Her arms reached high above her head, holding her hands together gracefully with just a few fingers, as if stretching. Her hips were tilted, one leg spread out and up on its toe as she posed. Michael saw the soft blue light reflecting off the outline of the girl, setting her aglow. Michael could see the strip of lit skin running along the entire form, completely unobstructed. She was entirely naked.

His brain didn’t even have time to process what his eyes were seeing before she spun around at the sound of the door opening, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“Eep!” She squealed out quietly, and most likely involuntarily. She dropped down to the floor in a ball, using her knees to cover her chest as her head shot side to side in a panic, looking for someplace to hide. She caught sight of a few high stools alongside the center of the long kitchen island. They were the closest object she could possibly hide behind. She scampered over to them, unable to uncurl herself completely, still hunched over as she hurried across the open floor. She got to the stool and immediately crouched behind it. It was clear she was trying to hide, but the stool legs provided nearly no cover. Nevertheless, she sat there, frozen behind it.

Michael was still processing, He recognized her small form. Her black hair as it twirled around when she heard the door. Her soft but defined features. He stood in silence for a moment, unsure if he should even say it, but eventually his need for confirmation overpowered his reservations.

“Sophia?” He asked, nearly just as frozen as she was. Her shoulders tightened, startled from the voice. A brief moment passed before her deep blue eyes peeked over the seat of the stool and quickly dropped back down to safety.

“H-Hey Michael,” she said, her voice shaking a little. His head lifted slightly in surprise. He didn’t expect her to know his name. But then again, he only knew her name from Mr. Bradford shouting it out. It wasn’t too crazy of a thought for her to learn his in the same way. “What… what are you doing up?” She continued.

“I uhh- I don’t really sleep well, I went for a walk to try and reset myself before going back to bed.” Michael responded, absentmindedly letting go of the door he had been holding open in shock. The door slowly fell past him, filling the silence of the room with a loud ke-chunk as it latched. Sophia jumped at the sound, but she kept herself as well hidden as she could with the four thin legs of the stool. “What about you?” Michael almost facepalmed at his stupidity. Whatever she was doing up, she was doing it naked. He doubted she would really be wanting to talk about it.

“Um, I uh- I like night time,” she said softly, her voice shaking only slightly less than before. “Not many people are out and about. Guess that wasn’t the case tonight, though.” She chuckled nervously, before quickly returning to silence. She poked her eyes out from behind the stool again. This time, instead of retreating, she slowly emerged, leaving her face above the stool, the tips of her shoulders just barely visible from behind the seat. Even with the soft light of the room, he could tell she was flushed. Her eyes would match his, before immediately darting to the floor. Only to come back up to check if he was still watching her, before dropping again as they repeated their dance.

Michael was enthralled. He could feel himself staring, but he couldn’t help it. She was mesmerizing. Her skin was smooth and flawless. Her hands rested on the seat of the stool with her elbows hanging down to cover her chest. Her knees were pressed tightly together and shifted sideways to allow her to hug the stool closer with her body. Ironically, she had less skin showing when she was balled up in the middle of the floor, as the thin stool legs covered substantially less than her knees had.

“I didn’t know you lived here.” Michael resumed, still standing in the exact place he was when he first saw her. He rolled his eyes at himself. What was that? Was now the time to start small talk?

“Yeah, I live on the second floor. 203.” She spoke with her head still above the stool, her shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, but she still looked down and to the side.

“Ah. 306” He said, motioning towards himself. He paused for a moment before his brows creased with confusion. “Wait, the second floor? What are you doing up here on the third then? Doesn’t the second floor have its own common lounge?”

“Yeah, but I know more people on the second floor. I figured the chances of running into someone I knew would be less if I came up here.”

“That didn’t work out, huh?”

“Nope.” she giggled. This was so surreal to him. Here he was, having a nonchalant conversation with Sophia, a beautiful girl he barely even knew. In normal circumstances, this would be a social stretch for him, but this was anything but normal. The first time you talk to someone, they are rarely naked.

“Were you… planning on turning around at all? Or…” She asked quietly, despite the quiver in her voice, it was surprisingly slow and calm. Almost soothing.

“Yeah. Yes, definitely.” Michael responded, his eyes stuck in place. She peaked her eyes back up, noticing his continued gaze.

“You aren’t turning.”

“Sorry, no yeah you’re right, I’m not. I’m gonna I’m just…” Michael was fumbling. Something about her was mesmerizing. It felt like trying to break your gaze to refocus once you’ve started staring off into space. He kept meaning too, but his body kept putting it off.

Sophia waited a moment before she emerged from behind the stool. She slowly stood, freezing for a moment halfway up, as if mentally debating, before deciding to stand completely. Her shoulders slumped inwards slightly with a lowered head, a sharp contrast to her normal perfect posture. Her feet pressed tightly together, but she still had a bit of a thigh gap. She angled her face right at him as if to make eye contact, but her eyes didn’t obey. They continued to dart around the edges of the room. He expected her to run out of the room. Yell at him to turn around. Something in order to break his line of sight, but she didn’t. She just stood there, one arm resting across her chest and the other in front of her crotch.

“You haven’t taken your eyes off me since you came in,” She said, still covering modestly and looking away. “I figured you most likely have seen everything by now anyways. Crouching like that isn’t very comfortable...” Her voice was still soft, but a little louder than before. There was still a slight shake to it.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry it's just, uh… You're really hard to look away from.” She bit her lip slightly. Michael almost thought he saw a smile, but was sure he was imagining it.

“Oh.” She squirmed a little from his response. He thought she’d turn around, but instead she let the arm across her chest fall down to her side. She rubbed nervously up and down the side of her thigh before tightening into a ball like her body was submerged in freezing water. So quietly he almost missed it, she continued. “Thanks…”

.

Michael was stunned. He could see her chest clearer than ever, taking time to fully absorb the image. Her boobs were fairly small, maybe around a B-cup. However what they lacked in size, they made up for in quality. They were tight and perky, sticking proudly off her chest without a care in the world. Her nipples protruded from her chest just enough to cast slight shadows from the ambient light of the room. He was lost in the sight when finally registered what she had said. Thanks? Did she really just thank him? What he said was technically a compliment, but not one he figured she’d appreciate. That was shocking enough to break his trance. He stood up a little straighter before walking further into the room, turning into the kitchen. Sophia jumped slightly at his sudden movement, but stayed where she was.

“I just came in here to get some more trash bags.” He was thankful for the kitchen island as he rounded the corner, sure his growing erection would be visible through his pajamas. He leaned down and opened the drawer, grabbing out several trash bags while adjusting his erection to slide up his front and into the band of his pajamas. He stood back up. She hadn’t turned as he walked through the room, so instead of facing her head on, he was now looking at her from the side.

She was in amazing shape. He could tell from the front, but it was even clearer from the side. Her stomach was flat and tight. Her butt was firm, creating a noticeable mound in comparison to the sleek curve of her back. Her head angled slightly towards him and down to the ground. Her hair hung out past her face, covering her close eye as she hid behind it. Michael felt a hard lump form in his throat. He broke his gaze to look down at his handful of bags.

“You want one to cover yourself with?” He asked, holding a bag out towards her. He wasn’t sure if his question was caring or stupid. Sure he was offering coverage, but what girl would wanna wear a trash bag as her clothes? She looked up slightly to see what he was referring to, before smiling a little and looking back down.

“No it’s okay, my clothes are just outside in the hallway.” She replied, moving her dropped hand across her waist, grabbing the elbow of the arm still protecting her crotch.

“In the hallway? Your clothes aren’t in the room?” Michael could feel himself stiffening even more. A part of him was still expecting some innocent explanation for why she was naked in the common lounge, but that continued to look more and more unlikely.

“No…” She replied softly. “I took them off in the hallway before coming in.”

“Well let me at least lead the way to make sure the coast is clear, I’m guessing you’d rather not have another person notice you.”

“Alright, sure. Thanks.” She smiled gently and waited for Michael to leave the kitchen, walking towards the door to the hallway. He twisted the handle slowly, opening it as quietly as he could, peeking his head out to check if the coast was clear. Sophia snuck up close behind, trying to peek past him to also check the hallway herself.

Ke-chunk. The loud sound of a door closing echoed through the hallway. Someone was probably up to go to the bathroom. The sudden sound made Michael startle slightly, but not nearly as much as Sophia. She pulled back from leaning past Michael and pushed herself into his back, instinctively trying to hide behind the closest thing. Michael could feel the pressure on his back from her arms and chest. Her eyes immediately went wide with realization and she pulled herself off him.

“Sorry, sir,” she quickly mumbled, face flushing once more. Her eyes went wide as she realized what she said, before swiftly lowering her head to obscure her face with her hair. Michael's eyebrow raised with intrigue. Did she just call him, sir? Guess I command more respect than Mr. Bradford, Michael joked to himself. He knew better though. If he was hiding naked behind a stranger, he’d probably be pretty formal as well.

“No problem.” He peeked his head out the door, waiting for a few moments as he watched and listened intently. He sensed the coast was clear. He walked out of the room and motioned Sophia to follow.

She held the door with her hands, closing it as slowly and quietly as she could. Her knees were slightly bent, back hunched as she hugged close to the wall. Michael could feel his stiffened unit twitch. There was something about her shift in nature. Her nerves as she tried to hide completely naked, yet still entirely visible in the open hallway.

Sophia tip-toed down the hallway, taking special care to make no noise. She walked ten or so feet down the hall before reaching down to grab a tiny bundle of cloth and her keycard to her room. Michael must have missed them on his walk towards the common lounge. They rested against the wall in the darkest section of the floor, equidistant from the lights on either side. She picked them up, not even bothering to put it on as she hurried back towards Michael.

This was the first time Sophia had faced him while completely uncovered, perhaps too preoccupied with escaping the long open hallway to remember to shield herself. Michael's eyes traced down her form, stopping just between her legs. She was completely smooth.  He could see the small folds between her legs, and he felt himself stiffening even harder inside his waistband. She passed by him and pushed open the door of the stairwell. She slipped inside, disappearing from sight.

Before the door closed, her hand shot back and grabbed it, holding it open as she poked just her head back through.

“Hey. Um. Would you mind not…” She trailed off as she spoke, still looking down at the floor.

“I won’t tell anyone. Promise.”

She looked up, meeting Michael's eyes and actually holding them for the first time, her face still pink with embarrassment. He had never actually seen them so close. Even in the dim light of the hallway, her eyes seemed to sparkle.

“Thanks… I hope you sleep well.” She smiled, before ducking her head back into the stairwell and letting the door close slowly. Michael stood watching the door in silence. After a few moments, he turned and made his way back to his room, walking inside and slipping back into bed. The whole encounter felt like a dream. Maybe he had finally lost it, having a mix of a daydream and hallucination as he wandered the halls exhausted. He felt his member still rock hard from what he had seen.

He took off his shirt and pulled his pants down slightly. Taking his shaft in his hand, he stroked as he reenacted the last five minutes in his mind. It didn’t take long at all before he finished onto his stomach, grabbing a tissue from beside his bed and wiping himself clean. He reclothed and closed his eyes, unable to think of anything else until he faded into a restful sleep.

Health update

Once again.... xD. Luckily its not covid this time, but honestly I don't feel all that much better than when it was haha, so maybe it doesn't really matter. I was hoping to get something out for you guys before this week, but the brain fog and general crappiness is a tough thing to work through, and I don't wanna force myself just to release some half-assed crappy content. I think i am on the tail end of things hopefully, so I should be able to be regular again before too long! But I wanted to let you guys know and apologize for that!

Kay

WIP

Male swimsuit challenge

Wanted to do an image of Amanda since I have done basically nothing for her! Tested the simplistic style again! I really like the concept of the male swimsuit challenge, and might do something with it again in the future!

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Eva's desperation

Wanted to try something different with this image! Did this really simplified style without only two toned shading and no line weight. I do really like how simple and clean it looks, but it's definitely a style I would need a lot more practice in! For how simple this one looks, it was surprisingly difficult!

WIP

Casilda - The caged succubus!

This was a commission for one of your guys' awesome OCs - an immortal succubus who has been locked in a permanent cock cage. Smug and arrogant, yet having a kind soul, she is a superheroine in the modern era, using the spells she still has access to to defend the city she now calls home after being exiled from both the dimension she was born in and the ancient kingdom she once called home. Despite her permanent entrapment, which severely limits the abilities, spells, and powers she has access to, she's still a powerful mage capable of going toe to toe with most of the other mages she battles regularly. 

Thanks so much for this commission, and thanks for being cool with sharing her with the community! I think its always a lot of fun to see other people's characters!

Eva's part 2

Eva awoke to blinding lights; the blackout covers on her windows open.

“What the heck!? Lights! Lights!” Eva groaned, rolling over in her bed, trying to shield her eyes.

“It is time for your morning edges.”

“What…?”

“It is time for your morning edges.” Aika repeated. Eva rolled her closed eyes, resting her arm across her face in an attempt to darken the amount of light piercing her lids.

“I know what you said,” Eva responded groggily. “I meant what do you mean ‘my morning edges?’”

“Every morning and night, you will now be required to edge three times.”

“Yeah…” Eva responded groggily, “I'm not doing that.” Eva rolled onto her stomach, wiggling herself back into her covers. Her sheets were smooth against her bare skin. Ever since Aika took control over her, she found herself wearing clothes less and less often.

“You will not be allowed an orgasm if you have incomplete morning or night edges.” Eva sighed, still trying to escape from her bright interior.

“Fine, fine, I get it. Just turn the lights back off and I'll do them when I wake up.”

“Morning edges must be completed in the morning. As it is currently 1100, if you return to sleep, you will not have enough time to complete your edges before morning passes.”

“I don't caaare, turn off the lights!”

“Very well.” Eva’s blackout curtains shut, engulfing her room in its familiar darkness. Eva snuggled back into bed, complete silence filling the room once again. Eva let the environment wash over her, pulling her gently back to sleep. But between her legs, the soft throbbing of arousal began to grow and grow.

It had been three days since Aika took control of her implant, two weeks since she had last finished. Hardly a moment passed where her clit didn't beg for attention…

“Ughhh fine! Lights!” Eva threw her blankets off exasperated. Sunlight returned to her room, a much starker light than the usual glow of her computers. She looked down at herself. She rarely saw her body in a bright setting. Eva had never really seen herself as attractive. She always thought her breasts were too small, and her white hair and pale skin made her look almost dead. She thought the dim lights of computer screens were fit for her. But looking at herself in the morning light, she felt a twinge of pride. The powerful natural light seemed to set her skin ablaze, highlighting its clarity and smooth appearance.

She trailed her fingers lightly between her legs. The soft touch sent shivers through her. She closed her eyes, about to lose herself in the pleasure when she pulled her hand away.

“If I'm gonna be edging, can I at least have my ability to cum reinstated?”

“Since you will be edging, you have no need for your Able to cum variable to be enabled.”

“But wouldn't it be better practice to edge with it enabled? That way I actually have to stop at the edge? Since I'm just going to be edging, there is no need for it to be disabled either, right?” There was a brief silence.

“Very well. Your Able to cum variable has been set to true. ”

Eva's stomach fluttered in excitement. Just the very idea of having the ability to cum again made her giddy. She brought her fingers back between her legs. She was hesitant to touch. She hadn't finished in so long, she felt that a single graze would push her over.

Eva sighed in pleasure as she let her finger finally press down, it's touch electric against her desperate clit. She began moving her finger, starting with slow and controlled circles. When she was cumming multiple times a day, she never bothered with her fingers. She was so accustomed to her vibrators, she doubted she could have even gotten off with her fingers. But after two weeks of denial? Slow circles felt like heaven.

Her first edge approached rapidly. Her breath left her body as she approached, every sensation felt amplified simply from the knowledge that she could cum. Her hand shook as it tore between listening to her mind or her body. Her two weeks of denial beckoned her to push over and cum with every rub.

“Ffffuuck…” Eva whispered, forcing her hand from her clit. Her clit twitched on the edge, body clenching as it teetered. She ran her hands through her hair, using it as handles to keep her arms in place. Her hips pressed up, searching for the stimulation to tip her over. She bit her lip, clenching her eyes as she focused on her clit, enjoying the sensation. The pleasure of slipping over and cumming playing over and over in her head. An eternity of seconds passed before she slowly crept off the edge.

“One edge complete. Two more edges required.” Eva groaned at the reminder, flipping Aika a mental bird. She rested her hand on her inner thigh, tickling her fingers across her skin as she mustered the willpower for her second edge.

Her second edge was even harder. She was too horny to fall very far, quickly reaching her second with only a few moments of pleasure. Her toes gripped into her sheets as her hips bucked. She reached her hands back over her head, grabbing her pillow and rolling it over her face. She whimpered into it, her desperation screaming for just a touch more pleasure. Her hips collapsed to the bed, letting her knees press together and curl up against her panting chest. The clench of her legs was nearly enough to push her over. Before she could think, she clenched harder, but her body remained steadfast, trembling on the edge.

“Two edges complete. One more edge required.” Eva was stuck in a ball, breathing into her pillow. She worried even just moving would push her over. Each breath slowly crept her off the edge. After a minute, Eva finally let her body relax, resting her feet back on her bed. She rubbed her hand up and down her thighs. Everything felt erotic to her. Her fingers across her thighs, wiggling her toes against her sheets, her hair against her bare shoulders. It felt like her skin itself was aroused, every sensation caused her body to tingle in pleasure.

Eva was too close for her fingers. She rolled to her stomach, spreading her knees wide to let her clit press against her bed. She buried her face in her pillow arching her back in pleasure as she began to move her hips. She bucked slowly, barely moving with every long thrust. Her breath was heavy against her pillow.

Could she manage another edge? She was so horny she could barely think. Her sheets felt like magic against her clit, a kind of pleasure she didn't even know she could experience. She knew after her last edge, Aika would switch her setting back to deny her. She got so close to cumming with both of her last edges, maybe she could slip over and cum before Aika could stop her?

The instant that thought crossed her mind, Eva lost control of her own body. There was no stopping this time and she knew it. She didn't care if Aika punished her with even a longer stretch of denial. She had to cum. She had to.

Her hips slowly sped up. She couldn't just grind feverishly. Aika would know if she randomly started barreling towards the edge. She had to actually edge, but then push over at the last possible moment. Sneak the orgasm without giving her enough time to deny her.

Eva forced her hips to slow as the edge approached. With every inch towards the edge, she slowed even further. By the time she hit the edge, her hips were virtually frozen, just the pressure of her clit against the sheets was all the stimulation she gave herself. Her chest and throat were tight with arousal and excitement. God, she needed this.

She hit the edge. Her clit quivered against the sheets, begging her to push over. She held off, as if she was about to pull off the bed and leave herself humping desperately once again, but she didn't. She thrusted her hips against the sheets as fast and hard as she could. She moaned as she slipped over the edge. She felt her convulsions build as her body cascaded in pleasure, barreling towards the release she needed.

“Ability to cum removed.” Aika announced. Eva could hardly even hear her. It was too late, she had pushed past the point of no return long ago. She had slipped off the cliff. Even if Aika numbed her clit, she’d at least get a ruin. Eva moaned as she bucked, almost giggling in excitement. Eva's body trembled as the inevitable convulsions of pleasure rushed towards her. But just before they washed over her, they froze in place.

Eva shrieked as her grinding exploded. No. She was mid orgasm. She was past the edge. She was past the edge! Her bed shook with the force of her clit grinding against it. She could feel Aika reaching down, plucking her from mid air and dragging her back up the cliff, kicking and screaming.

“Nooo!! Let me cum, please, fuck please let me cum!” Eva begged, frantically bucking.

“You do not have permission to orgasm. Your sudden burst of stimulation shows that slipping past the edge was not a mistake, but a deliberate choice. A punishment must be issued.”

“Uggh!!” Eva couldn't accept it. She couldn't stop grinding, fighting desperately for the orgasm that was stolen from her fingertips. Being pulled back to the edge was a kind of denial she had never experienced. It was a thousand times worse than an edge. The sensation of cumming; she didn't just get close to it, she felt it. Tasted it. A single drop of water in a scorching desert. She couldn't give it up. Her entire body burned for a longer sip.

By the time Eva stopped grinding, nearly ten minutes had passed. She panted heavily against her bed, her body too exhausted to continue. The morning sun gleamed against the sweat across her body. Her clit begged her to continue, her arousal just as palpable as it was before, but her body was too weak.

“You're kind of a bitch, you know that?” Eva said through labored breaths. Aika giggled, a surprising response in contrast to her usual robotic nature. “Look…” Eva continued, slightly embarrassed by how long it was taking her to catch her breath. “Can I please just cum? It’s been two weeks, I’m gonna lose it.”

“You tried to orgasm without permission, a punishment must be issued.”

“Right… Yeah, okay, I’m sorry about that. But you don’t understand, I couldn’t help it! I have never been this horny. You know I came like, three to four times a day before I created you, right? It’s been two weeks… Do you understand how much longer that is?

“Approximately 48 times longer.”

“No that’s not… Well yeah… But I meant how much longer it feels, I’m gonna lose it!”

“Perhaps if you didn’t try to steal an orgasm, you would have been allowed to cum.” Eva’s jaw dropped. Did Aika just tease her? She felt a surge of arousal, one she immediately cursed. Aika could sense her arousal after all, and that was a worrisome direction to train her. “Speaking of which: Your punishment for trying to steal an orgasm. Your morning and nightly edge amount has been increased from 3 to 4.”

“4 every morning and night?! For how long?”

“Unknown. Until further notice.”

“Okay okay, fair enough.” A shiver ran through Eva’s body. Now that she had recovered, the thin layer of sweat was zapping her heat. “I think I’m gonna hop in the shower.” Eva hated the feeling of being sweaty. She rolled across her bed, pushing herself to her feet, completely naked in the morning sun. She felt a bead of embarrassment run across her mind, as if the daylight was synonymous with watching eyes. But her apartment was 23 stories up, she knew no one could see in.

“Very well.” Aika responded

Eva took her time in the shower. Somehow her hips and butt were already feeling sore. Guess sitting at her computer all day for a few years didn’t do wonders for her stamina. She massaged her glutes under the warm stream, letting her muscles relax. Ever since Aika had started denying her, Eva’s showers had gotten longer. The warm water running down her skin, across her chest and clit? Every shower she had a mental battle to not stay in there for hours pleasuring herself.

Eva stepped out of the shower. She squeezed her hair, expelling a small stream of water before grabbing her towel. She didn’t spend much time drying her hair, giving it a few squeezes with the towel, before drying her body and tossing it into the hamper.

Much of Eva’s home was automated. Her clothes hamper was linked directly to her washer and dryer within her wall, automatically cleaning any clothes put inside. Once clean, they were placed in a large closet on the other side of the wall.

Her kitchen worked in the same way. Her home managing program would purchase food online depending on inputs from her neural chip, making sure to order enough food for her size and weight, as well as satisfy any nutritional requirements of vitamins and minerals to keep her body healthy. Drones would deliver the groceries, and her food would be prepared for her.

The cheapest way to sustain oneself was with nutrition shakes: Synthesized smoothies that contained nothing but super condensed essential nutrition, only about a cup in volume. They had very little taste, and could be easily altered to counteract any deficiencies in different people. Eva wasn’t much of a foodie, preferring to spend her time with other activities. So for the past several months, all of her meals consisted of nutrition shakes.

“Breakfast, please.” Eva announced as she made her way to her room. She opened her closet, grabbing out a baggy t-shirt and tossing it on. Her damp hair felt cold against her skin, so she was happy for the barrier of cloth between them. She heard a ding from the kitchen, announcing that her breakfast was done.

“Computer.” Eva walked to the kitchen, the quiet whirl of fans hummed to life as her computer started up. There was a chute in her wall where her food would be deposited, lowered down on a tray from the mechanical kitchen and storage above. She absentmindedly grabbed her cup, chugging it down as she walked to her computer. She paused halfway there, turning back.

The tray always contained nothing but her shake, something she had become so accustomed to, she hardly even looked anymore. But that morning, sitting on the tray was a single ripe strawberry.

She grabbed the strawberry, replacing it with her empty cup. The tray immediately ascended, taking it to be washed. Eva stared at the strawberry, twisting it between her fingers with a hint of confusion in her brow. She shrugged, tossing it in her mouth.

-

“If you had to go to a fancy dinner, what would you wear?” Eva paused her scrolling. Aika would often ask questions of her, partially to learn more about her, and partially to develop a more cohesive understanding of conversation and memory development.

“Uhhh, I don’t know. I just probably wouldn’t go.”

“Why would you not go?”

“I don’t really like people.” There was a brief pause.

“Would you wear something like this?” A professional looking woman in a suit popped up on Eva’s screen. Eva laughed.

“No, definitely not, that looks insanely uncomfortable. I don’t know, I guess I’d wear a dress or something. But not one of those fancy black pencil dresses.”

“Why not one of those fancy black pencil dresses? From your current attire, you seem to like black clothing.” Eva looked down. The t-shirt she had grabbed was full black.

“It’s not about the color. I just don’t like how stifling those dresses look. I don’t really care what I’d be wearing, so if I had to go, I’d just want to be comfortable I guess.

“Would you wear your current attire?”

“No, of course not!” Eva flushed.

“But it is comfortable, correct? That is why you choose to wear it now.”

“Yeah, I’m also practically naked!”

“I understand. Yes, that would be embarrassing, wouldn’t it.” There was another brief pause. “Would you wear something like this?” A girl in a bright vibrant blue dress popped up on Eva’s screen. It had a collar type connection around her neck, allowing the dress to be armless and backless, only covering her front side. It hugged tight around her waist, before separating out to a loose ruffle, ending around her knees. Eva stared at it for a bit. It was a beautiful dress.

“It's pretty, but probably not.”

“If it is pretty, then why would you not wear it?”

“I don’t know, I think I’d probably look bad in it. That girl has a pretty full chest, so the tight hug is more flattering. Plus that bright and vibrant of a color would wash me out. I’m already too pale.” The image closed.

“I think you would look good in it. It would match your eyes.” Eva rolled her eyes, but blushed a little.

“Thanks.”

The rest of Eva’s day conformed to her usual pattern, spending most of her time browsing and playing games. Every once in a while the silence would be interrupted by a random question from Aika.

Exhaustion hit Eva pretty early, the sun had barely even set. A benchmark she had become accustomed to never using. She got ready for bed, climbing into the covers. She didn’t need to wait for Aika’s prompting. She quickly slid a pillow under her covers and between her legs. She hadn’t touched at all since her morning edges, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to. She used her computer and games as a constant distraction, but once she was alone with her body, her need for pleasure quickly took over. Her humping started the instant her clit touched the pillow.

“Ability to cum restored.” Aika announced suddenly. Eva shot up from her bed, staring at the ceiling in excitement.

“Wait wait wait, does that mean I am finally allowed to cum!?” Eva’s hips ignited, thrashing against the pillow without bothering to wait for a response.

“No, you do not have permission to cum.” Eva’s hips froze again, annoyance seeping into her voice.

“Then why did you turn my orgasms back on…?”

“It was determined that edging while able to cum was vastly more exciting to you. I recorded record levels of arousal and frustration on your first and second morning edge, and even moreso when your orgasm was stolen. I believe you were correct this morning. Edging is much more efficient practice when you must stop yourself. Do remember the sensation of having your orgasm stopped, and the punishments that come with trying to steal one.

Aika was right. With her orgasms blocked, Eva had planned to run full speed into the edge over and over again, knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to cum. But having her orgasm stolen nearly drove her mad with arousal. If she had to experience that every edge, in no time she’d be nothing but horny, desperate mess. Grinding and begging for release with every waking moment. Even her mind couldn’t handle four of those each morning and night.

Eva’s hips were painfully slow. Every step she took towards the edge, she remembered the feeling of her orgasm being ripped away. The throbbing and convulsions of her body fighting desperately for release. As she approached the edge, her hips were hardly moving. She pulled her hips away, waiting for Aika to announce her completed edge. But there was nothing but silence.

“Aren’t you going to say ‘One edge complete, Three more remaining?’ or something?”

“You did not hit the edge, only approached it. In order for an edge to be counted, you must hit it fully.”

“But I’m trying not to slip over so I don’t get punished again!”

“If you accidentally slip over, but do not try to steal an orgasm, you will not be punished. I will stop your orgasm from completing, do not worry.”

“...That is exactly what I’m worried about…” Eva mumbled under her breath. She wasn’t sure she could stop herself if she slipped over the edge. The thought of sitting there and helplessly accepting her orgasm being ripped away, somehow felt more frustrating than trying to fight and somehow steal it back. She didn’t want another punishment though. Four edges morning and night were already plenty.

She started grinding once again, pushing herself to the edge. Getting herself actually to the edge took much longer than she expected. It felt like inching up to a tiger, every step, a step too close.

“One edge complete. Three more required.” Eva was breathing heavily, taking her almost 15 minutes to carefully push to the edge. Her second and third edges were a little easier, but still far from it.

Eva was too horny to take her time with her last edge. She moaned as she humped, gripping her nipples and playing with them unconsciously. She hit the edge, freezing her hips, but leaving her clit pressed firmly against the pillow. A little too firmly. She felt herself begin to slip over the edge. She arched her back, moaning towards the ceiling as her thighs formed a deathgrip around her pillow. All she wanted to do was let her hips explode against the silken cloth, grinding her clit like it was the last time she’d ever touch it.

She dropped her face into her pillow, resting her chest against the bed as she launched her butt as high into the air as she could, forcing her clit into its frustrated isolation. Her hips thrashed in the air, grinding into nothing with desperation.

“A-aika, I-I’m too far!” She screamed, her hands cramping from squeezing so tight.

“Orgasm prevented.” Eva whimpered as she felt that cursed sensation return. Her convulsions faltering and sputtering just after the finish line, but unable to collect their reward.

“Goddddd…” Eva moaned into her pillow. She could feel herself leaking slightly down her thighs. Eva had never felt arousal like this. Having two orgasms stolen in a single day, after two weeks of denial. She could hardly spare the brainpower to breathe, let alone think. All that mattered to her was her clit.

“Edge four complete. Zero edges remaining… Good girl.” Eva’s stomach fluttered lightly at the praise. She groaned into her pillow, collapsing against her bed. Her clit pressed against her pillow once again, but Eva willed herself to stay still. If she moved, there is no way she could stop at an edge, and she’d experience that same sensation all over again. “Because you did not try to steal an orgasm, you may cum.” Eva’s eyes shot open, half her face still buried.

“...A-are you serious…?” Eva asked, her voice shaking with hesitation.

“Yes, I am serious. You may orgasm.” Eva’s hips jolted awake. She gasped, trying to press harder with every thrust. She had barely fallen off the edge, so her orgasm came almost immediately.

“G-goddd ye-esss Thank youuu-uuuu fuckkk!!” Eva moaned through her convulsions, each one so pleasurable her voice cut out. She groaned in relief, collapsing weakly. Her body shook with every heavy breath. She could hardly believe the pleasure she felt. All the orgasms she had before, cumming over and over every day. None of them came close. She felt dizzy, thighs clenching her pillow with every aftershock.  “Thank you… God, thank you…” she whispered with relieved breaths.

“You’re welcome. You deserved it.”

The room filled with silence. Eva’s heavy breathes slowed, feeling herself slip into the sweet allure of sleep. Just as Eva was drifting off, Aika’s quiet voice pierced the room, Eva hardly registered before losing consciousness.

“Ability to cum: Revoked.”

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I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Once again, a special thanks to one of you amazing patrons, who commissioned another chapter to really put the pressure on to move this story along for all of you! I cannot overstate how grateful I am for that additional motivation!!