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On Edge #amwriting

A few weeks ago, I gave you a sneak peek at the Domme (Madame Gretchen) in my next novella. How would you like a look at another character? 

The second chapter was difficult because I wrote about a switch couple: Mami and her submissive Pup - but when they switch, they become Big Daddy and Missy-Girl. I felt a little crazy at times trying to make them both make sense. In the second chapter, a few things are confronted: edging, orgasm control, and Mami/Missy-Girl's discomfort with allowing anyone but her to touch her man. For today's sneak peek, I thought I'd stick with the fun part - male orgasm. Enjoy!

Mami let herself enjoy the view of Drake - sculpted abs, toned legs, twitching cock. Good God, the man is perfect. She could feel her mouth watering at the thought of marking his tanned skin. Would he bruise? For a brief moment, she wondered what he saw when he looked at her but quickly pushed any negative thoughts away. His eyes wandered over her entire body and his smile reached his eyes and seemed genuine. She wasn't going to worry about it. She was Mami. She'd made her Pup beg for the crop, beg to orgasm, beg for her touch. She wasn't going to worry about how anyone else viewed her. She would be in control tonight.

"Let's begin the first part of tonight's exercise, shall we?" Madame Gretchen's authoritative tone broke her reverie. "Ladies, you get to play first. Tonight is all about edge play and finding out just how much control you have - over yourself and others. As you see on the table next to you, you each have access to a vibrating dildo and condoms. We like to play safe here at The Iron Maiden so no unnecessary sharing of bodily fluids with people you don't know. Wrap the vibrating dildos in the condoms, turn them on, and then turn on your partner. No orgasms allowed. Ladies, you will edge your male partner until I say stop. For those unfamiliar with edging, this is where you bring your partner to the edge of an orgasm and then back off. Sometimes, you simply want them at the edge and then in a sexual frame of mind. Tonight, though, we're testing control. Bring your partner to the brink of an orgasm, then back off, then bring them to the brink again. Keep going until either I end the exercise or your partner orgasms. As you can see, we have plastic down on the floor - that's in case someone lacks self control. I'm not cleaning up come off the floor tonight. Oh, and no penetration. Ladies, start your engines."

Madame Gretchen laughed at her own joke and as she walked around the room, watching Mami, Ivory, and Bella roll condoms over the toys. Mami couldn't keep the grin from her face. She loved edging Pup, and she had a feeling Drake was going to be just as fun.

She picked up the pink vibrating cock, quickly dealt with the condom, and then stood back with her head cocked and her free hand on her hip. Where to begin? Drake swallowed hard.

"I've never been edged before. I, um, have no clue if I can hold it together."

Mami laughed. "Good. This should be interesting for both of us."

Turning on the vibrator, she started in the place Drake least expected. She tested the settings and rubbed the toy lightly across his chest, ramping up the vibrations as she stroked his nipples. He visibly shivered in front of her, goosebumps covering his flawless skin. Oh, this is going to be fun. She slid the toy back and forth between his nipples, her eyes never leaving his cock. He swelled in size, the tip growing darker as blood pooled.

Gently, she reached down and stroked his testicles. He gasped in shock, his wide eyes meeting her amused look. "She didn't say I couldn't touch, Drake, honey. Are you okay?" She allowed a teasing innocence to creep into her voice.
"I'm just fine, Mami." He forced the words out from his clenched jaw. "I could do this all day."

"Ah-ah-ah." Madame Gretchen's voice came out of nowhere. "Never tease a Domme, Drake. You will always pay in the end."

The two Domme's shared a look as Mami moved the vibrator down his stomach, which jumped and tightened, whether from the vibrations or her fingers moving closer to the sensitive spot behind his balls, she didn't know or care. Applying gentle pressure, she allowed the toy to land on Drake's pelvis, just above his cock. He gasped again. This time she saw the sweat beading on his forehead.

"I haven't even gotten to the best part yet." The moment the words left her mouth, she placed the vibrator at the base of his shaft. Drake's fists clenched by his side. He closed his eyes and groaned through gritted teeth. Slowly, at a snail's pace, she moved the vibrator up and down his steely flesh. His cock swelled to impossible proportions, growing steadily more purple. The veins stood out on his cock, becoming prime targets for the vibrating torture of the toy.

"Ma'am! I, fuck, I'm going to come!"

She moved the vibrator back to his nipples. "Not yet, you aren't. Breathe, Drake. Just breathe."

Back and forth, she tortured the tips of his nipples, waiting for his engorged flesh to lighten in color just a little. As soon as he was breathing easier, she placed the vibrator on the bulbous head of his cock.

"Ahhhhh! Mami! Fuck, Mami, I can't hold it."

"Oh yes you can, Drake."

She could see the emotions playing across his face. Desire. Pain. Fear of orgasming. Ecstasy. She grasped his testicles in a firm grip. His eyes flew to her face. He whimpered as her hands rolled his flesh in her hand as if they were a set of Chinese balls.

He groaned and grunted. His jaw tightened and his eyes widened. His cock was velvet steel in her hands. She knew he was holding on by a thread, and she desperately wanted to see him lose control. Keeping his balls nestled in her palm, she gripped the sides of his cock with her fingers, pressing his flesh together. Sweat trickled down the side of his face. His expression told her he knew what was coming next. With no mercy for Drake, she set the vibrator to top speed and pressed it into the head of his cock.

Mami was glad she'd thought to stand to the side a bit as hot, creamy jets spewed from his body. Drake threw his head back, gripped the table with one hand, and grunted out one word, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck."

She lowered the setting on the vibrator but kept the tension on his body as she milked him dry. His breath came in gasps as his entire body shook with the force of his orgasm. Mami knew exactly how sensitive his cock would after that kind of climax, and she wanted him to remember long after the class was over. Finally, she release his body and turned off the toy.

Completely unedited, the first, rough cut - it was fun to write, so I hope it's fun to read. I'm about half way done with the entire book (woohoo!). I can't wait to share the rest with you.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, and an opinionated marketer. I’m also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

13 Comments

  • That poor Pup… 😉

    Although I have limited experience in this realm, I do find it somewhat unlikely that Pup would never have been edged before. At the very least, most Dommes I’ve met control their sub’s orgasms during normal play. I’ve done that a fair bit of that myself when I played with D, and we were not technically Domme and sub. Sometimes it was as simple as a gasp through gritted teeth, “Don’t you DARE cum until I say so!”

    LOL

    I find it fascinating that you’re exploring the switch role, and writing as a Domme. If you need any feedback about what it’s like switching back and forth between D and s, often in the same play period, let me know.

    On a non sequitur, I haven’t been receiving notifications of your posts over the past few days. Do I need to resubscribe?

    • If you’re okay with it, I may ask you to read some of it for me, to see if it makes sense and is believable.

      I think a lot of people play in the BDSM world without realizing it or trying to simply because they don’t use the labels. And there’s nothing wrong with that. 🙂

      I’m not good with sexual control, but it’s fun to pretend for a few minutes.

      Oh, and I don’t know. Could I be going to junk mail? Someone else had that happen and almost missed out on a free book because of it.

  • Oh, wait. I guess Drake and Pup are not the same guy?

    I got it a little out of context, I think. I don’t know who Drake is.

    Oops!

    Poor Drake.

    • Nope, that’s completely my fault. I wrote the intro before I chose the excerpt and never went back to explain the additional character. Le sigh, that’s what I get for being in a hurry.

  • No problem. I read “Pup” and fixated on it. I really like the nickname “pup”. Might have to find somone to try it out on sometime. 😉

    I’m going to check Spam. I subscribed to the the comments on this post and they didn’t come through either.

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