"A little game « on: July 12, 2018, 10:00:56 pm » Quote The M" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/X4gMei2G Created on: Saturday 14th of July 2018 06:42:38 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:12:29 AM UTC A little game « on: July 12, 2018, 10:00:56 pm » Quote The Mistress wanted to play a game with her three, adorable little pets. She watched them with a smile as they walked on their stumps to the garage. Her pretty golden tanned Blondie, Her cute freckle faced Ginger, and her pale as snow Blackie. The three had been with her for almost a year, and they had mastered walking on their stumps, so they gracefully walked into the garage. There, the noose was waiting for them. “It’s Saturday!” Their Mistress said, looking down at her worried pretties. Her smile widen as they looked scared, but also aroused. “It’s time for our game! Blondie, You go first!” Blondie came over, knowing better than to force this. They were all punished for refusing to play, so they know better than to disobey. She shook a bit, scared, but aroused, her body knowing what was coming as the noose was fitted around her neck. The Mistress pulled hard on the rope, lifting Blondie straight off the ground. Blondie gave a choked yelp, and started to flail as the rope cut into her neck. Her Mistress quickly tied off the Rope, and took her pet around the waist with one arm. She ran her fingers along Blondie’s pussy, teasing the lips tenderly. She pushed into the moist pussy, that was quickly responding to her touch. She barely started, and already Blondie was wet as she ran her fingers inside that pretty pink pussy. The pretty pet tried to gasp for air, but she was jerking her hips wanting more. “Well, 42 weeks of no orgasms, I can see how desperate you are.” Mistress told her, pulling on those sensitive lips, making Blondie wince. “But, I have to play with you for a bit.” She kept playing, fingering the pretty thing, letting her juices drip to the floor. Blondie’s body was shaking, needing air, needing to cum! When her Mistress lightly fingered her clit, she tried to hump her finger. But, her owner touched her with a feather touch, not too much less she spilled over without the question being asked. Blondie felt spots dancing in her vision as her body started to slow from the lack of air. HEr body was on fire, her lungs even hotter. That’s when her Mistress asked the question. “Do you want to Cum, Or Breathe? Blink once to cum. Blink twice to Breathe.” It was a game. They would be her slaves for an entire year, and every Saturday, they would play this game. If they want to breathe, they would be let off the noose, but they wouldn’t be allowed to cum. IF they want to cum, however, they would be allowed to, over and over again. But they would stay on the noose until they died. The mistress promised that if a pet makes it to 52 weeks, they will be allowed to cum without playing the game. Of course, if they came outside the game, they would get a rather painful punishment, and would have to start over. Though, none of them came without permission, so they don’t know what that punishment is. Blondie was close to breaking. She wanted to cum so badly! She isn’t sure she could last another 10 weeks! But she forced herself to blink twice. They were close, so close, and she wanted to at least try to see through to the end. The mistress pulled her fingers away, and let Blondie down. She got the noose off quickly, the pretty pet gasping for air as she wobbled back to her sisters. They were heated up just from watching, shaking their cute little asses as they tried to hump the air. “Alright, Ginger, you’re next!” Ginger came forward, her cunt dripping already. She gave a soft whine as the noose was put around her neck. She barely drew in a breath, before her throat was closed off. She was lifted up, and her Mistress started to play with her. Touching her pussy, rubbing her lips and her clit. She wanted to make this game a bit longer, so she did the feather touch on her clip. But she pinched her pretty pussy, pulling on the lips to keep Ginger from the edge. Ginger flailed on the rope, her limbs waving uselessly as she dripped on the floor. She had to breathe, but she wanted to cum! Oh, god! She was so close! Her body was trembling from lack of air and arousal! Her sister pets didn’t know how the mistress would tease her outside their little game. Edging her from time to time. She figured that they all went through it, but no, she didn’t know she was the only one who got extra edging. When her vision started to blur, she heard the mistress’s question. “Do you want to cum, or breathe? Blink once to Cum, blink twice to breathe.” 10 more weeks. 10 more weeks before she would be allowed to cum. 10 more weeks of edging, and teasing, no relief, unable to sleep well because of it. Her pussy hurting from no orgasms. She couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t! She blinked once. “...You want to cum? Well! I hope you enjoy yourself, Ginger! I’ll miss you so much!” Mistress Kissed her lips, and then went down to lick her pretty red cunt. One, good long lick was all that was needed. Ginger squirmed as her long awaited Orgasm finally slammed into her. Her juices sprayed out of her as the world went white, and white hot passion rushed through her body. Her pussy spasmed as her Mistress kept licking her cunt, bringing her to another much needed orgasm. Ginger no longer felt the burning in her lungs as she felt another orgasm wash over her. Her sister pets watched with lust and need as their Mistress licked Ginger deeply, sending her over and over again. Her body spasmed, and slowly started to still. Ginger had a lust filled smile on her face as her tongue hung out. Her vision went black as she rode her orgasm into the darkness. The Mistress heard a low moan coming from Blackie. She pulled her head back from her dead pets cunt, and looked over at the dark haired pet. The sight of Ginger’s final moments were too much for Blackie. Her pussy spasmed, and the wave of orgasm crashed before she could stop it. She was flushed, panting, the floor wet from her cummings, panting happily with a look of pleasurable relief was written on her face. “Oh, Blackie!” The Mistress said in a disapproving tone. She used a towel to wipe her face. She decided to leave Ginger up on the rope a bit longer, before grabbing Blackie by the hair. She yanked on it, pulling the girl out of her sexual haze, and dragged her into their bedroom. She was hoisted up onto a table, and strapped down onto her back. Blackie felt so much dread, she started to tear up in fear. “Now you know the rules.” Her owner went. “If you cum outside the game, you will have to start all over! And get a rather painful punishment. Blondie, sit over there, I want you to watch this.” She picked up a small, red bottle, and put a drop of a white cream on her finger. Blackie struggled, not sure what that is, but didn’t want it! She gave a begging whine. She was ignored as her mistress rubbed the cream on her pussy. Not seconds later, it started to burn. It felt like her pussy was on fire! Like, someone had put acid on her lips, and she was melting! She screamed, and bucked her hips. But that was just the start of her punishment. When the crop came down on her red hot folds, the pain was so intense, that it knocked her right into silence. She couldn’t scream, couldn’t react, as the crop came down, again and again, the pain getting worse with each strike. Blackie started to screech out in pain. The mistress had to stuff a gag into her mouth forcefully, so she didn’t have to listen to it. Every strike brought tears and sobs, along with screams and pleading from the gagged mouth. The mistress kept it up until her arms got tired from swinging. She looked down at her work, looking at the dark red pussy that was on the verge of bleeding. Blackie’s face was covered in tears, and she was soaked from all the sweat. Blackie was twitching, sobbing, her body limp in defeat and agony. “Now, I feel bad that it had to happen.” Mistress went. “But now you know what will happen the next time you cum without the game. You are going to stay here for a bit, while I get Ginger ready for dinner.” The Mistress looked over to Blondie, who was deadly pale from watching. ‘Oh dear.’ Mistress thought. ‘I suppose I killed any arousal she had in her body. I suppose I have to start teasing her during the week like I did with Ginger.’ After all, Blondie had 10 weeks to go in their little deal. The Mistress can’t ma