Emily's BBC Ch. 02

"Have you ever edged yourself, Tim?"

"I don't think so... Not that I can remember."

"Well, based on our last meeting, I know that our little slut is familiar with it. The rules are simple: bring yourself to the brink without actually cumming. Is that clear?"

Tim answered that it was.

"Excellent. Tim, since it's your first time, you may be able to come, but under very specific rules. Let's see if we can make an edger out of you."

Tim's eyes widened in anticipation as he listened closely.

"You'll be allowed to jerk off, but for a specific amount of time only. Let's say fifteen seconds. Once that time has passed, you must stop. You have to keep track of your own time. Got it?" King asked.

"In between, Emily can use her tongue on your cock, but she cannot, I repeat cannot, take you into her mouth."

"Understood?"

Tim's excitement and nerves mingled as he answered.

"Emily, you're going to touch yourself in front of Tim, because your goal is to get him to cum as quickly as possible. You will describe both of your actions and will lick his cock each time you stop. More importantly, Emily, I'm going to rely on you to gauge how close Tim is. If he comes without you giving me a few seconds warning, you'll lose the game and I'll find a suitable punishment."

After a pause, King asked, "Do you both understand the instructions?"

They answered they did.

"Now," King declared, "Emily, I want you to tell Tim exactly how much you want him to pleasure himself while he watches you. Use those submissive desires of yours, pet. And of course, you'll rub your cunt to stay properly drenched. "

After a moment of embarrassment where they tried to find the best positions, King told Tim to stand and for Emily to get on her knees in front of him.

"Oh and Tim, I'm granting you five attempts, so you'll have five times fifteen seconds to cum. 'll assume you'll need the first one to get fully hard. This one's on the house. Begin."

Tim thought that he'd need at least two minutes to cum, but started to jerk himself while Emily's voice trembled with desire as she began her explicit confession to King. "Tim's hand is on his cock, Sir," she purred, her voice sultry and filled with anticipation. "He's mouthing the seconds to keep track."

Emily's words painted a seductive narrative, vividly describing Tim's arousal and the erotic scene unfolding. She continued, "He's trying so hard to follow your rules, Sir, and I'm spreading my lips for him to see."

Tim's strokes quickened during the first round, his breathing growing heavier with each passing second.

After fifteen seconds, Tim knelt next to Emily. Her tongue played along his length, teasing him as she expanded his torment.

Tim didn't know when he was going to be told...

"Start," King said, the voice cutting through his thoughts.

As the second round began, Emily's description became more explicit, her sultry tone captivating King's attention. "Tim's hand is moving faster now, Sir," she moaned softly. "I can feel the tension in his body." As the seconds passed, she added, "His cock is fully erect and dark read, Sir."

Again, the fifteen-second mark came too quickly and Tim released with a grimace.

Emily used her tongue immediately, getting him to start groaning. Her tongue moved sensually along his shaft, with her words continuing to fuel the erotic atmosphere between licks. "His cock is so hard and throbbing, Sir," she confessed, her voice laced with desire. "I can see the pre-cum glistening on the tip, and it's driving me wild."

"Ten seconds moving forward. Start."

With each round, Emily's descriptions grew bolder and more explicit, designed to push King's arousal to new heights. "Ten," Tim gasped, his voice filled with desperation.

Emily moaned softly, her voice a sultry purr. "I can't wait to taste you, to feel you throb in my mouth."

As Tim entered the fourth round, Emily's words continued to weave a sensual tapestry of desire. "Ten," Tim groaned, his voice quivering with frustration.

"I want to make him come so badly, to see the pleasure on his face," Emily confessed, her voice dripping with arousal.

With each stroke, Tim's need grew more palpable, and Emily's descriptions intensified, driving the erotic tension in the room to new heights.

"His cock is so close to release, Sir," Emily purred, her voice laced with anticipation. "I can feel it throbbing in my hand, and I want to make him come for you."

"Don't touch it," King reminded. "Begin."

Despite his fervent efforts, Tim couldn't quite make it in time, leaving him frustrated and aching for more.

Emily's descriptions had painted a vivid picture of his arousal, and King's commanding voice added to the anticipation in the room.

"You've come close, brother," King declared, his words filled with authority and desire. "But ultimately, you were not able to finish in time. How do you feel?"

"Buzzing, Sir," he answered without realizing that he used the same word to speak to King as Emily did - Sir.

She noticed it and was barely able to hide her smile. She was now free to call King what she wanted to call him.

The room was electric with sexual tension as both awaited, anxious to see if new instructions were going to be given or if they were going to have to go on without release.

"As this is your first time, I'm going to extend a lifeline... Something different."

Tim's eyes were filled with anticipation and desperation as he awaited King's instructions.

"Emily," King's voice softened, but it retained its authority, "you'll be the one jerking him off this time and you will not have any time restrictions. Instead, you'll detail to Tim what you want to happen at our next meeting at the Club."

Emily nodded in understanding and shame. She couldn't help but be impressed with how King was manipulating the entire session to get what he wanted - her, for one evening.

Tim's cock seemed to bounce on his own as if it had a pulse. She knew that the pressure was on, and she was ready to fulfill her role to the best of her ability.

"Now," King continued, "if I find your descriptions to be stale, I'll stop the session. You need to be increasingly explicit to ensure Tim's release."

Emily's eyes focused on her task ahead, a sultry smile playing on her lips as she prepared to describe her deepest desires to King. She understood the importance of her role in this final chance for Tim and was determined to make it count.

"And as before, you need to tell me when you think he's going to cum."

Kneeling before Tim, Emily's hands trembled with anticipation as she locked eyes with him, her gaze smoldering with desire.

"I'm going to take him in my mouth a little bit, Sir... To make sure there's plenty of saliva."

She engulfed him, pushing forward hard to match her excitement. If King could not see, he could certainly hear the lewd noises she was making with her mouth along with the moans of pleasure from Tim.

Emily's fingers enveloped Tim's throbbing length, her touch deliberate and seductive. With each stroke, a moan escaped her lips, setting the tone for what was to come.

"I hope," she began, her voice dripping with desire, "that Master King takes complete control of me. I want to be his submissive slut, ready to obey his every command."

Now that Tim had called him "Sir," she felt allowed to call him Master. She was worried she started too strong but Tim's breath hitched as Emily's words sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. Her strokes were slow and tantalizing, each one pushing him closer to the edge.

"I want him to use me in ways I've never experienced before," Emily continued, her voice a breathy whisper. "I want to be at his mercy, surrendering to his every whim."

Tim's moans of pleasure filled the room as Emily's explicit confession fueled his desire. Her fingers danced along his shaft, teasing and enticing.

"Master, can I address you directly instead?"

"Go ahead."

Emily's voice grew bolder as she described her deepest fantasies.

"I crave your touch, your dominance," she confessed, her strokes becoming more intense. "I want to please you in any way you desire, to be your obedient, eager slut. I want Tim to be home, pacing and wondering what you're doing to me."

There was a glint of lust and amusement in her eyes as she stared at her boyfriend, his arousal surging as Emily's words drove him to the edge of pleasure.

"Excellent, my pet."

Emily's voice continued to weave a seductive web of submission, her strokes growing more explicit and demanding. "I hope, Master," she purred, "that you will make me take your cock deep into my mouth, training me to be your perfect cum slut." On that note, she took Tim's cock in her mouth again, immediately to the halfway point.

Tim's moans grew louder as Emily's combination of words and actions had him spiraling into ecstasy. His body was quivering.

"He's getting close, Master... Not yet, but close." Emily wasn't finished with her explicit confessions. "And, Master," she continued, her voice filled with anticipation, "I also fantasize about you exploring every inch of my body. Using me in every way you desire."

Tim's breath caught in his throat as he imagined the possibilities. Emily's strokes continued, driving him wild with desire.

"I want to be your willing toy, Master," Emily confessed, her voice now a seductive whisper. "Every hole is yours to fill, every fantasy is yours to explore."

As her desires spilled out, Emily's words became more explicit and fervent, her voice a seductive symphony of submission. "Master, I want to be your cum-slut, to taste your release on my tongue, to feel you mark me as your own."

King interrupted her. "Tim, I need you to agree she'll come to the club alone if you want to be able to finish."

King dropped his demand at the best time - as Tim's balls had started to tingle.

With a breathless pause, she delivered her final plea, "Please, Master, I need you to make me your dirty whore, to use me, and shower me with your cum."

Tim started moaning and breathing hard.

"He's going to cum, Master!"

"Tim!" King said.

"Oh fuck," he answered, "Please! Can I come?"

King responded, "Can SHE come?"

"Yes, Yes!!!" Tim answered with a primal moan, succumbing to the intense arousal that had been building, his body convulsed in ecstasy. His climax surged forth, and with a powerful release, his thick ropes of cum erupted on Emily's face as she gasped with lust and licked her lips to catch whatever had landed there.

Emily's face glistened with his release, a physical manifestation of their shared desires. She had achieved her goal, giving herself entirely to King's dominance, and she reveled in the sensation of Tim's climax on her skin.

King's presence, though silent, had orchestrated the entire sensual symphony, and now, Emily and Tim were left in the aftermath of their shared fantasies, panting and satisfied.

Tim was almost giddy from his orgasm, murmuring "Holly fuck..." several times to himself.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, brother." King paused, and after a moment added, "As a matter of fact, why don't you be on the same regimen as Emily? You two will play daily, but you are not allowed to come until next week when Emily returns to you."

Unable to think straight, they both readily agreed, Emily already anxious about the decision they had both made for her.

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Tim's knuckles were gripping the steering wheel. His phone was on the passenger seat, and while he could have been wasting time reading the news, he was only focused on the alley next to the nightclub.

He knew King had requested that he pick up Emily to further humiliate him. After all, what could be more shameful than getting your girlfriend to cuck you just so you could peep, then not being able to watch, and finally having to be the driver waiting outside?

His thoughts swung widely between telling himself this entire ordeal had been a terrible idea, to realizing how all parties had been eager to participate. One thing was certain: he kept on shifting his bulging cock from side to side as his pants felt way too tight.

He had followed King's instructions and, like Emily, had refrained from coming for the past week. He stopped counting his erections, only noticing that his cock took shades of purple in the morning.

It was completely dark but he finally caught a shadow emerging from the side of the building, briefly illuminated by a neon sign. Emily appeared, walking straight to the car. As she passed under a streetlight, Tim saw that her makeup had been smeared and her knees were dirty. She wore a man's jacket over her clothes.

He jumped out of the car, rushing to her and they embraced hurridly. She trotted to the car, opened the door before he could help, and slumped into the seat. He leaned towards her as she gave him a tired smile. "Take me home, babe, please." Her voice sounded weary, strained.

Tim was tempted to engage in conversation several times but she had closed her eyes and let the drive rock her peacefully. The silence was building up tension for Tim - after all, he'd been the one pushing her towards King and his best line of conduct right now was to shut the hell up until Emily felt like talking. Her eyes were closed but he doubted she was sleeping... When they arrived in the garage, she exited while keeping her arms around the jacket until they were inside their home. There, she leaned against him to remove her shoes and caressed his neck before walking toward their bedroom.

"Give me a moment," she said.

He expected she wanted to take a shower.

He busied himself with menial tasks to keep his mind from going into overdrive. He moved the tablet as well as the remote control and then sat down. Within seconds, he was up again, adjusting things in the room, his mind relentless.

This felt completely different from the last time when he had been watching King take Emily from the corner of the room. Guilt was creeping up this time at the realization that he'd pushed his girlfriend to go meet her dominating bull without him... What kind of a man was he, that he wanted to be cucked and willing to have her go alone?

Emily called from the bedroom, taking him out of his thoughts. He rushed to see what she needed and was surprised to find that she had not showered, but changed into her kimono. She'd only taken time to remove her make-up.

Tim immediately started apologizing for having sent her alone but she stepped forward and put a finger on his lips.

"I chose to go." Her voice was clear and confident. "You have to understand that this was my choice and as much as I was hesitant, I didn't feel pressure from you to do it." She let a moment pass and added, "I'm very happy that I did, so don't worry about a thing. You've helped me - again, find something I didn't know I wanted."

There was an immediate weight lifted off Tim's shoulders along with a seed of doubt in his mind... Emily's introduction indicated that much more was to come.

"How... how did it go?" he asked, barely loud enough for her to hear.

"It all went well, babe." She stepped back closer to the bed. "I want to tell you all about it. You need to know what happened too."

Tim held his breath, sensing that their relationship may never be the same.

Emily let the kimono slide from her shoulders, holding the fabric at her mound. It revealed her upper body to Tim. His brain processed the image in front of him - the red blotches on her breast, a hickey that he had not seen earlier on her neck. Before he could ask any questions, the remainder of the kimono dropped, and his mouth stayed open for a moment before he stammered,

"Is... is this a..."

She nodded.

"It's a chastity belt."

It looked nothing like the devices Tim had seen in fetish videos. This was a minimalistic belt made of silicone that wrapped around her waist with a small metal plate covering her pussy. A lock kept the belt secure right above her pubis. Almost elegant.

In rapid order, he noticed marks on her knees, and a different type on her thighs, as if she'd been slapped there. He saw what he thought were smears of dried cum against her upper thighs and felt a sharp excitement.

Emily slowly turned around to continue the reveal.

Tim gasped. "What... what happened there?" he asked, pointing at deep red marks on her butt cheeks.

Emily did not answer; instead, she spread her legs and bent forward, revealing the details of the belt: the metal plate had small holes that would allow urine to dribble through. A larger ring framed her asshole perfectly, allowing her to relieve herself - or to be taken.

"What... How are we going to..." Tim was unable to finish a coherent sentence as Emily's pussy was no longer available to him before wondering why this was his first thought.

Emily sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here," she said, patting the space next to her. As soon he joined her, she pushed his shoulders to lay him down, got him to scoot up, and started to unbuckle his pants. She slid her fingers under his underwear and gave them the same treatment. He was nude from the waist down.

"Aren't you tired?" He asked with genuine concern.

Emily shushed him gently and tugged on his cock. He was immediately getting firmer and Emily knew his needs must have been through the roof. She grabbed him and started kissing the tip to show her appreciation.

"Babe," she started, looking for words, "I wanted to thank you for pushing me to King."

She took more of him into her mouth now. Giving him a blowjob helped her go through what she had to say; she would give him the news while giving him pleasure, and that was the best she could do.

Emily looked at him and let her tongue dance against the tip for a moment. "Are you sure you want to hear what happened?" she replied before adding: "Unfiltered?".

A small shiver went down his spine - god, it turned him on so to just think about it.

He nodded.

"First, I've been told to explain the belt."

She took a moment, then said, "King has put this on me because he wants more control. With this, I obviously won't be able to cum without permission, or at least, not easily. I'll be able to take care of you in other ways but you won't be able to use my cunt." She moved her lips to the middle of his cock, and Tim was now fully erect.

"Did King tell you to call it 'cunt'?" Tim asked before closing his eyes as she wrapped her lips around his pole again. She pushed him deeper into her mouth, almost punishing herself for what she was about to say.

Emily didn't answer, but added, "King said you could do whatever you wanted to me... Anything... As long as it's with my mouth or my ass."

He started to feel the blood flow, expanding the flesh between his legs.

"Ok... Unfiltered. Tell me what happened and how your ass got beet red."

Emily didn't answer right away... She knew this may be too much for Tim in a single setting. But since he had started this whole thing, she figured honesty was the best thing she could do.

"I was punished because I nearly came."

She was very matter-of-fact while he was trying to grapple with her statement.

"Where you... I don't get it... what was he..."

Emily realized that she had to tell the story more linearly. King had given her instructions on how to share the narrative - along with what words to use to describe her private parts, but she could follow his guidelines and paint a broader picture for her boyfriend.

Emily used her hand to jerk him off slowly as she told him the story.

She recounted how she had been so nervous walking into the club, not knowing if this was a dance club, a bar, or even a gentlemen's club. But King had left instructions to the bouncer and she was immediately escorted to a booth.

She saw the familiar figure, recognizing the size of his shoulders from the other side of the room. Yet, he rose with surprising grace and was beaming as she walked towards the booth.