Perverted Step-Dad System

"P... please... let me cum..."

Avery tried to plead the moment I restricted her from getting her orgasm.

I smiled down at her then brought the bullet toward her pussy once more.

I lingered for a few seconds, until I could sense her arousal had cooled a little, before bringing it toward her pussy lips.

This time, as I brought the bullet toward her pussy, I increased the intensity by one level.

Then another.

Avery’s moans grew louder and more broken.

Her head thrashed from side to side against the pillow, the blindfold still covering her eyes.

I could feel her approaching the edge rapidly.

So I pulled the bullet away.

Avery let out a broken sound of pure frustration mixed with relief.

Her body trembled violently as her wetness dripped even more vividly onto the sheets, the clear trails sliding warm and thick down over her open folds.

I waited until the peak had faded, then pressed the bullet back against her clit.

I repeated the process again and again.

Bringing her right to the edge.

Pulling away.

Letting her fall.

Bringing her up once more.

Each time the climb was faster.

Each time the denial hurt more.

Her mind was fracturing under the constant rise and cut-off of her orgasms.

I could feel her thoughts leaking through the connection in broken fragments.

’Please... Stop.’

’Don’t... stop.’

’I can’t...’

’I’m going to—’

I kept on teasing her for a long time, until her thighs were shaking so hard the chains holding her legs rattled against the bed frame and fresh tears had soaked into the blindfold, leaving dark wet tracks down her cheeks.

She tried to speak and her voice had become hoarse from how much her orgasm had been denied from her.

Only then did I speak again in a light inquiring tone.

"Who owns this body right now?"

Mentally, I released my control over her mouth, causing her to pant heavily and let out ragged, heavy breaths that shook her chest.

Avery glanced up at me through the blindfolds, as though she could tell my precise location.

Already understanding what I wanted to hear, she didn’t hesitate for more than a second before replying.

"You..."

Her voice was wrecked and broken. She could only hope that her reply was satisfactory and she could achieve orgasm.

"Whose bed is this?"

My second question came just as smoothly, as I ignored the facial expression she was making.

"M-Mother’s..."

Avery stammered as she quickly replied once more, the word catching in her throat.

"And what kind of daughter gets this wet while being prepared like a toy in her mother’s bed?"

There was a long, broken silence as Avery searched for the answer.

One word kept appearing in her mind, and no matter how she tried to force it to the back of her mind, she just... couldn’t.

With clear reluctance, she could only reply...

"A... slut..."

The moment the word left her lips, I pressed the bullet hard against her clit and turned it to its highest setting.

At the same time I gave the chain connecting the nipple clamps a sharp tug and landed one final, precise strike of the whip across the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

Instantly, Avery’s orgasm hit her like a violent wave.

Her entire body locked up and a raw, humiliating scream tore from her throat as her sex clenched and released in powerful, uncontrollable spasms.

Clear fluid sprayed out of her pussy in thick pulses, soaking the bullet, my hand, and the sheets beneath her in a messy, shameful rush that kept coming in long, shuddering bursts.

She kept cumming.

Wave after wave.

Her bound body jerked against the handcuffs and the chains with every pulse, the metal biting deeper into her wrists and ankles.

The clamps tugged at her nipples with every violent tremor that ran through her.

And the collar around her neck forced her head back as she arched as hard as the restraints allowed.

The black words written across her stomach glistened with sweat and tears, the ink slightly blurred by the wetness.

I held the bullet against her pussy through her entire orgasm, forcing every last drop of the orgasm out of her until her screams turned into broken, sobbing moans that filled the quiet room.

Only when her body finally went limp, still twitching with aftershocks of her intense climax, did I finally turn the bullet off.

Avery hung from the handcuffs, her chest heaving hard, and her thighs still forced wide open by the chains on her ankles.

Her sex continued to drip weakly onto the ruined sheets of her mother’s bed, the clear fluid still sliding slowly down over her swollen folds.

The word SLUT stood out clearly against her flushed skin as she glanced weakly in my direction.

Her body was still twitching with the last fading aftershocks.

Every small tremor made the chain between the nipple clamps sway, and each tiny movement pulled another soft, broken sound from her throat.

I reached up and slowly removed the blindfold.

Avery blinked against the sudden light, eyes unfocused and glassy with tears that still clung to her lashes.

When her vision cleared enough to meet mine, I saw the exact mixture I had been waiting for.

Shame so deep it almost looked like fear.

And underneath it, the lingering heat that refused to fully die even after an orgasm that violent.

I gave the leash a light tug, forcing her head to tilt back again.

"Look at the mess you made," I said quietly.

Her eyes dropped to the soaked sheets between her spread legs.

The dark wet patch had spread far wider than before, the fabric heavy and darkened with everything she had released.

Fresh fluid still leaked from her in slow, thick drops, trailing down over the soft folds and onto the fabric that belonged to her mother.

Avery’s face burned hotter.

I could feel the wave of humiliation crash through the connection, sharp and heavy, settling deep in her chest.

She tried to close her legs out of pure instinct, but the ankle cuffs held her firmly open.

The soft clink of the chains was the only answer her body could give.

I traced one finger along the inside of her thigh, following the path of a cooling trail of her own juices.

Her skin jumped under the light touch, still hypersensitive.

Even after everything, she was still sensitive and extremely reactive.

I let my finger travel higher until it brushed the outer edge of her swollen lips.

Avery sucked in a sharp breath and turned her face away as much as the collar allowed.

"Don’t look away."

The mental command was gentle, but absolute.

Her head turned back toward me at once.

I kept my finger there, resting lightly against her, not pressing, just reminding her that I could touch whatever I wanted whenever I wanted.

The room smelled heavily of her arousal mixed with the faint scent of the leather and the clean sheets that no longer looked clean at all.

I watched the way her stomach rose and fell under the black words I had written.

DADDY’S SLUT.

The ink was slightly smeared from sweat and the spray of her orgasm, but still perfectly readable.

I leaned closer, close enough that she could feel the warmth of my breath against her cheek.

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