Crying Climax

Four fingers in my pussy.

Pushing hard.

My fingers moving to my clit.

“May I?”


Fingers dancing over my clit.

“More,” I whispered.

A fifth finger. Pushing harder.

A hand.

“Harder,” I begged.

My orgasm exploded between my legs. My fingers on my clitoris were still. My breathing was ragged. My eyes closed. My legs were restless as I tried to get some life back into them. I pushed them together, not wanting to be touched. Not able to handle any kind of touch after such an intense orgasm.

DSC_4078a“And now for another orgasm,” Master T said.
“Spread your legs!”
“No-o-oo” I moaned.
“Spread. Your. Legs.”
I slowly spread my legs and instantly His fingers were on my clitoris. For as long as I can remember, this was something I have had problems with every time when I have one of those orgasms that seems to consume my entire body. Any kind of touch to my clitoris or pussy feels like electric shocks going through it. I tend to shy away from it, to cover my pussy with my hand, to move out of reach, but Master T has decided that I should learn how to handle it. I knew that this was one of those lessons, that I had to overcome the feeling of flight and had to accept His touch.

My head rolled from side to side as I moaned ‘no-no-no-no-no-no’, but His fingers relentlessly caressed my button. I felt the tears long before I realized that I was crying. The feeling was so intense and I fought it. I fought it and I wanted to be able to accept it, to climax again like He wanted me to. I sobbed as the tiny shocks shot through my clitoris. I sobbed as my mind fought to get away from His touch. I sobbed as my body stayed in one place, like He ordered me to do.

I sobbed.

Legs spread.

Eyes closed.

Pussy wet.

Clitoris on fire.

Sobbing stopped.

Fingers moved.

A hint of pleasure.

Breathing quickened.

Legs spread wider.

Nipples harden.

A last sobbed escaped my mouth as I climaxed. His arms instantly went around me. My tears dried as I stayed close to Him and the shivering of my body slowly subsided. I felt content. He pushed a limit and I knew He would do so again. It frightened me as much as it excited me, but at that moment I was too content to be concerned about the next time.

With a last happy sigh, I drifted off to sleep.

ยฉ Rebel’s Notes

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20 thoughts on “Crying Climax

  1. It is for sure and it satisfies me for some time. And then I start craving it again.

    Rebel xox

  2. ~nod~ I have experienced crying climaxes. Exhausting and yet so fulfilling!

    Beautifully written & told. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. I tend to have multiple orgasms as I love to be pushed like that… guess I really have never thought of that as a “limit” ๐Ÿ™‚

    ~Kazi xxx

    1. It’s only the burning sensation I feel when touched after having such an intense orgasm that almost makes it feel like a limit.

      Rebel xox

  4. Those kind of intense orgasms are amazing. Daddy has a thing for forced orgasms – which drives me crazy…because, like you, I tend to really be sensitive after an orgasm. We’ve had a few sessions like this, where Daddy even warned me, that with an adrenaline high like that – I would probably have a drop in emotion the next day. He’s careful to do what he can to balance my emotional ups and downs.

    I like the intermittent breaks in prose here. Created a beautiful momentum – and made it very easy to identify with.

  5. Lovely deep text; being taken to your limits is so emotional! ๐Ÿ™‚

  6. So intense, that emotion. I tend to instinctively kick at his arm and stop him, and he is always surprised, and always asks why, and I have no coherent reason or answer other than I’m overwhelmed.
    Beautiful description of it.

    1. I cannot bring out any coherent words either, but other then clenching my legs, I do not move. I find it hard to open my legs for Him to touch me, but the urge to obey Him is stronger than wanting Him to stop.

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