Lara's Story: Ep. 8 - The Breaking Point [Mdom] [Fsub] [Orgasm Control] [Ruined Orgasm] [Overstimulation] [Forced Orgasm] [DS Relationship] [Female Chastity]

Not every choice is real. And sometimes mercy is just another name for control.

Today, Lara gets what she thought she wanted.

And learns what it costs.

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She’s already wet when he calls her in.

Not just slick—but leaking. Her thighs are sticky from it, the belt already damp, her body begging. The ache never stopped after last time. There was no reset, no return to neutral. Just constant readiness, like her skin’s been humming for days.

Sir sits in the armchair. Calm. Legs crossed. His phone face-down. A glass of water nearby.

He gestures without speaking.

She kneels instantly.

Collar on. Belt locked. Naked otherwise.

He watches her for a moment, then leans forward.

“I’m going to give you a choice.”

Her breath catches.

“You’ve been good,” he says. “Obedient. Devoted. You’ve earned something.”

She nods, slowly. Carefully. Her heart races.

“Two options,” he says. “You may choose one. That’s all you need to know.”

She blinks. “Sir… what are they?”

A smile curls at the edge of his mouth. “Doesn’t matter. They’re both for me. You just get to choose which path.”

She hesitates.

He waits.

Option one sounds safe. Option two sounds cruel.

She picks two.

He stands, wordless, and helps her up.

Leads her to the bed.

She lies down when he tells her. Arms above her head, legs parted. He doesn’t tie her—but she stays perfectly still. She knows better.

The belt comes off.

She gasps. Cool air, finally. She nearly trembles from it.

He runs his fingers down her belly. Slides one between her lips.

“Drenched,” he murmurs.

Then: “Let’s begin.”

The first orgasm is a gift.

He works her up with fingers and mouth, no teasing. Just skilled, purposeful movement. He holds her hips. Tastes her thoroughly. Never rushes.

She moans. Whines. Her voice cracks when she begs.

And he lets her go.

A full orgasm.

Clean. Powerful.

She sobs when it hits. Legs shaking, back arched, thighs clamping around his head.

When it’s over, she collapses into the sheets.

Sir waits.

Then: “That was for being obedient.”

She breathes hard, eyes fluttering. “Thank you, Sir.”

But he’s not done.

He touches her again. Quicker this time. Less ceremony. A rough palm, a slick circle over her clit.

Her body jerks.

She’s still sensitive. Not ready.

He doesn’t care.

He watches her face the whole time. When her mouth opens to protest, he adds pressure.

She squeals.

Fights it.

Cums.

Harder this time.

More primal.

She’s not sure she even wanted it.

Her chest heaves.

“Good girl,” he says. “That one was for your service.”

She whimpers.

He kisses her thigh.

Then slaps her clit once.

She shrieks.

“Stay with me,” he says.

The third one is ruined.

He brings her up slowly—fingers pumping inside her, clit swollen and red. She’s twitching now. Babbling. Her thighs shake uncontrollably.

She starts to cry.

“Sir—I can’t—”

“Don’t stop.”

She doesn’t.

Just when she crests—when her whole body tightens—

He stops.

Everything.

Her cunt clenches on nothing.

Her clit pulses in silence.

It hits anyway—like lightning without thunder. Her mouth opens in a silent scream.

And it’s gone.

It doesn’t land. Just shatters in midair.

She sobs.

“Why—why would you—”

He presses two fingers into her mouth. “Because you chose this.”

He fucks her then.

Hard. Deep. Silent.

She doesn’t even remember when he got undressed. One moment he was kneeling over her, the next he was inside her—hot and thick and filling every inch.

She moans into the sheets.

Her body can’t tell if it wants more or less.

He uses her slowly. His hands gripping her thighs, pulling her open wider, then pinning them down.

When he cums, it’s deep. Hard. Final.

She whimpers at the fullness.

Surely, it’s over now.

Surely, he’ll praise her. Let her curl into his arms. Let her sleep.

He pulls out.

Doesn’t speak.

Then he picks up the wand.

Her eyes widen.

“Sir—please—”

But the toy clicks on.

Low hum.

He spreads her open again. Her cunt leaks both their fluids.

She’s too raw.

Too wet.

Too close to breaking.

The wand touches her clit and she *screams*.

It’s not pain. Not exactly.

It’s *too much*.

He holds it there.

She writhes.

Begging.

“I—I can’t—I can’t—”

“You will.”

Her legs kick, her heels pound the mattress.

He doesn’t stop.

The orgasm breaks her. Hard. Messy. No shape to it. Just a collapse of everything inside her.

And he keeps going.

The next one is worse.

She shakes her head. Her throat’s raw from begging.

She tries to close her legs. He doesn’t let her.

He presses the wand to the side of her clit. Keeps her there. Keeps her *right there*.

She cums again. Too soon. She sobs through it.

Then it’s a ruined one—halfway between spasms and resistance. Her cunt clenches like it doesn’t know what’s happening.

Sir watches.

Silent.

Detached.

She starts crying.

“I can’t—I can’t—I can’t—”

“You chose this,” he reminds her. Calm. Measured.

She nods through the tears.

“I know—”

Another ruined orgasm tears through her.

She nearly passes out.

Then he clicks off the wand.

Just silence.

Her breathing is a mess.

Her thighs shake.

Her skin is hot and flushed and too sensitive.

Sir lies beside her. Gathers her into his arms.

He wipes her face. Kisses her temple.

“Shhh.”

She hiccups.

Broken.

He strokes her hair.

“You’re my good girl.”

She doesn’t answer.

Not yet.

He waits.

Then, soft:

“You need rest.”

She nods.

He cups her between the legs. She flinches.

“So sensitive,” he whispers.

He kisses her again.

And then—

He picks up the belt.

She sees it.

Tenses.

He doesn’t say anything.

Just lays it across her belly.

She stares at it.

Then up at him.

“I—” her voice catches.

“I can’t take more.”

He nods.

“That’s why you need it.”

She bites her lip.

“Please…” she starts.

He says nothing.

Just brushes her hair back.

“Please lock me,” she says. “Please… keep me denied.”

“How long?”

Her voice is barely audible. “Longer. Than usual. Please.”

He holds her gaze.

“Are you sure?”

She nods.

He kisses her cheek.

Then locks the belt back on.

She exhales like it’s a blessing.

Like it’s the only thing holding her together.

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