The Fall – Chapter 2 [Femdom] [Chastity] [Prejac Conditioning]

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I finally did it. I collected two hundred points.

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It looked easy but it wasn't. Sometimes, even after completing a task, she wouldn't accept it as complete because it didn't meet her expectations. And the weirdest part? Every time she rejected one, it aroused me.

And she noticed.

"Aww… look at you," she chuckled one evening, crossing her legs on the couch. "Getting turned on by my rejections. Maybe I should raise the bar even higher to keep you that aroused."

I blushed. I didn't even know how to respond.

But finally, after fifteen days of chores and massages and quiet aching, I reached the two hundred mark. I was buzzing with anticipation. I had counted down every hour until that evening.

She didn't make a big deal about it. Just a small smile and a nod.

"You've earned it."

She unlocked my cage.

She edged me twice; once with her fingers, once with her mouth. Each time, she stopped right at the brink, smiling up at me, whispering, "Not yet." My whole body trembled. I could barely keep my balance, my eyes rolling back, breath caught in my throat. She looked amused. Pleased.

When the edging was over, I thought I'd get to take her in my arms, the way we used to. Maybe guide the pace. Be part of it.

But she didn't hand control back.

She pushed me down with a firm hand on my chest.

"Lie back." she said, calm and sure.

I obeyed without a word, dizzy with arousal.

She climbed on top of me, warm and confident and positioned herself with slow, deliberate grace. I barely had time to gasp before she sank down on me, taking me in completely with one smooth motion.

And then she started moving.

Not slow. Not tender.

Fast. Deep. Completely in control.

Her hips moved with purpose. She rode me like she had something to prove. I was pinned beneath her, unable to match her rhythm, barely able to think. Her hands pressed against my chest, her body grinding into mine as her eyes stayed locked on my face.

I tried to hold on. I really did. But after the edging, the teasing, the wait, it was all too much.

It hit me before I could even warn her. My body buckled under her, hips twitching helplessly as I came hard, in less than 30 seconds.

When it was over, I just lay there, frozen, embarrassed, chest heaving.

She didn't move. Just stayed on top of me, her breath soft, her fingers brushing my cheek.

Then she smiled, warm, relaxed and leaned down to kiss my temple.

I looked up at her, wide-eyed. "I… I am sorry. I didn't mean to"

She didn't even hesitate. Her hand gently cupped my cheek, turning my face toward hers.

"Sorry?" she repeated with a soft laugh. "Sweetheart, what on earth for?"

I managed to whisper. "I… I came too fast. I couldn't stop-"

Before I could finish, she gently hushed me, one finger resting on my lips.

"Shhh. No, sweetheart. Don't apologize."

Her eyes were soft. Her tone wasn't irritated, it was tender. She leaned in, brushing my damp hair back.

"You were wonderful."

I started to speak again but she cut me off, not harshly, just firm and clear.

"I mean it. That was beautiful."

She smiled, warm and calm, almost amused by my worry. Her fingers traced slowly down my chest.

"Of course you did. You were in chastity for two weeks. You were edged twice. Your whole body was begging."

She leaned in, her voice lower now, more intimate.

"And those edges…"

Her smile widened, sensual now.

"Mmm. I love edging you. The way your whole body begs without saying a word… the tension, the helplessness in your eyes right when I stop… it's delicious."

Her voice dipped lower, more intimate.

"After all that? It would've been unnatural not to cum quickly."

I blushed. I tried again to say something, some attempt to express my embarrassment but she moved closer and placed both hands on my face, grounding me.

"Hey. Look at me."

I did.

"Don't be hard on yourself. There's nothing wrong with what just happened."

"You were turned on. You were aching. You were desperate. And I loved it."

She gave me a slow, affectionate kiss; unhurried, unrushed.

Then she whispered, right at my ear:

"You came so fast because you wanted me so badly. Because you couldn't hold back."

"That's not something to be ashamed of. That's something I adore about you."

I tried to say something but she hushed me again.

"Do I look disappointed? I am actually wet."

Then, slowly, she reached down between her legs. I watched, breath caught, as she dipped two fingers along her slit and brought them up, glistening.

She held them close to my face.

"This is how wet you made me."

I swallowed hard, the weight of her words washing over my shame.

"You gave me everything. All of that tension… all that need. You gave it to me."

She rested her forehead against mine.

"There's nothing more honest than that."

She stroked your face again, letting the silence linger now not awkward but full, warm, held.

"You were perfect."

Her words sank deep. A warmth spread through my chest. Maybe I hadn't failed. Maybe she really did want this.

And somehow, in her voice, I believed it.