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You look up through half-lidded eyes to see Agatha sat in her chair across from your bed, still intently watching you getting off on one of her dildos. You’d lost track of how long you’d been there, all you remember is her one rule - you weren’t allowed to cum. If you knew that lightly slapping your Mommy earlier would land you into the trouble of having to edge yourself all night, you would’ve thought twice.
Once more you feel an orgasm rising. Your breathing gets heavier and your moans and whines become more high-pitched. Agatha sits up slightly, her eyes hard and never leaving your body. “Stop,” she orders. You do as you’re told and lay there for what feels like forever, chest heaving and waiting for her next command. A few minutes pass before she praises your obedience and allows you to continue.
As much as you loved your Mommy’s praises and compliments, you couldn’t ignore your dire need to orgasm much longer. As you fucked yourself for the umpteenth time, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering to how good it felt to cum. How if you controlled yourself just enough, Agatha might not even notice. After all, you had been very well behaved up to this point. You’re sure you have it in you to be a little sneaky and manage to stay quiet enough to avoid any suspicion. A familiar voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “What ya smirking at, toots?”
Oh God, has she rumbled you already? Somehow, you think of an answer quick enough to brush it off as nothing, “oh, uh, just my mind wandering, Mommy”. Agatha narrows her eyes at you, rightfully suspicious, and continues to watch you closely. “Very well,” she replies, but her eyes remain fixed on you.
You continue for a little longer, before that oh so familiar word “stop” rings out in the room once more. As much as you love being your Mommy’s good girl, you were too desperate and horny to follow her order right now. “I- I’m not close enough yet Mommy,” you lie. Agatha quirks her eyebrow, but stays dangerously calm. She remains seated and watches over you like a hawk. You carry on against her word and before you know it you orgasm. A few quiet moans and whimpers escape your lips, but other than that, you thought you did a good job of concealing what you so desperately craved. That was until you felt your juices smear all along your inner thighs and coating the bedsheets underneath you. You should’ve known that from all the build-up you’ve had today that you would squirt. You daren’t even look up towards Agatha, already knowing how furious she’d be.
You should’ve known by now your Mommy knows your body like the back of her hand. You should’ve known that you could never try to bend Agatha’s rules. “Can’t you even follow one basic instruction? You really are a dumb whore choosing to disobey a direct order,” she chides.
Your face flushes as she makes her way over to the bed, a harness magically strapping itself to her. “Fine, if my little brat wants to cum, she can do.” You blink at her, your brain still a little fuzzy from your orgasm, as she attaches the dildo inside you to her harness. Agatha shows no mercy, immediately ramming into you unapologetically as all you can do is whine and beg for her to stop. “M- Mommy, too much st- stimula-”. She cuts you off and puts her finger to your lips, “Ah, ah. My baby wanted to cum so badly she broke Mommy’s only rule. Let’s see how many times I can make you cum, darling. After all, this is what you wanted, right sweetheart?”
Agatha fucks you at a relentless pace, getting more and more vigorous with each orgasm that tears through your over-used body. Soon enough tears are rolling down your cheeks and you’ve already lost count of how many orgasms she’s given you. “Mommy, please, I- I’m sorry! I- I didn’t mean to cum w- without permission!”
“Such a fucking liar,” she snaps back at you, “I saw you smirking to yourself thinking you’d get away with it”. Your face feels like it’s burning with how flushed you are. She notices and sends a faux pout in your direction before a few slaps find their way to your face and tits.
Agatha only stops her onslaught when she can tell your body won’t be able to take much more. She lays beside you lovingly and pulls your body up to hers for cuddles. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart” she says in such a soft voice that only you have the pleasure of hearing before she cleans the both of you up and fetches you a glass of water and your favourite snacks.