Kaede's Plan (Nipple Teasing)

Oh, you're here, you're here. It's been a while— well, three days, to be exact. How have you been? Feeling okay? I missed you so much. Not just emotionally— especially this part of me. I was dying to do something filthy with you. I'd love to jump right in, but that'd be too crude. We should at least... talk a little first. Huh? You look pale. Are you alright? Your face is gaunt— you seem unwell. Did I push the denial too far? Or maybe your body can't handle the sudden change after I let you cum every day? Either way, you don't look good. Hmm... Let the doctor take a look. What? No need to be shy. If you have a fever, it's serious— and I am a doctor, after all. I can't just ignore this. Come on, no embarrassment— take off your shirt, let me see. No fever. No visible injuries. Nothing abnormal. Your color... isn't as bad as I thought. But still— why do you look like this? This is unrelated, but... Am I imagining it, or is there a familiar stench of lewd ass wafting from your lower half? And this— around your shaft, from areola to tip, a thick, greasy scent. Your nipples— swollen to bursting. I definitely didn't do that. Even for a witch like you, you wouldn't torment yourself this much. Someone else did this. Explain. Meat toilet. Masturbating and apologizing is one thing— but while I was at work, you were fooling around with another woman? She attacked your shaft, tortured the tip, made you spurt, spurt, spurt— singing love songs with your cum? Then with a penis band, pounding your tight, slutty hole— slam, slam, slam— raped you over and over, begging for mercy— Hey, hey— don't look down and stay silent. Say something. Adulterous nipple slut. If you don't speak, it’s like I’m just imagining things. Are those lips on your face just for decoration? Or only for licking warm cock? No? Then use them. Stop trembling. Give me a satisfying explanation. Otherwise, this interrogation continues until morning. So come on— explain now. Depending on what you say, I might forgive you. How do you know I was raped with a peni-ban? Women don’t have cocks— normally, you’d imagine regular sex. Ah, ah— well, uh... I mean... It’s just— your face looked like that, so I assumed. It’s not like I did anything... Why are you panicking? I’m just talking to a meat toilet. How embarrassing. Phew... I got too excited and started rambling— my bad habit. Well, whatever. It was going to come out eventually. No point hiding it. Yes— just as you’re thinking, I knew. Yesterday, the day before— everything. What time you went to the hospital, who you met, what was done to you, how you ended up. Every detail. Hmm? You’ve figured it out this far and still don’t get it? Fine, I’ll tell you— but don’t be too shocked. Hehe... Why do I know everything before you even confess? Because... haaa... hoooo... This whole thing— I orchestrated it. Fufufufufufufufufufufufu... Phew... How was it? Your long-overdue lovey-dovey with Nurse Nishi— shaft torment during massive loads in Sapporo, asshole creampie through a partition— all fresh and exciting, right? Yes, of course— I asked her to do it. At first, she really didn’t want to. “Why would I touch that disgusting Doma? Even for you, Doctor— impossible.” But then I told her: “You can hurt him as much as you want. Even slap his face a little— I don’t mind.” She agreed immediately. I had to hold back laughter. She wouldn’t kill him, but she’d go right up to the line. She went home early the day before and prepared thoroughly. Looks like she hates you way more than you thought. This time, her deep grudge mixed with your masochistic love— and she went all out. Hmm? Ah, I rambled again. Now you’re confused about my goal. ...Conclusion. Domasochist Syndrome. Estimated danger level: 5 or higher. A patient who ejaculates every other day— even with a 3+ day no-cum order— cannot hold back. When tempted by another woman— married, cohabiting, in love, whatever— if it means shooting thick loads, they cannot resist. Hmm? It’s a research paper. You’re the subject. I’ve been compiling data: Domasochist Syndrome, burden-based treatment, post-treatment pros and cons— everything about you. Once I complete and publish this, I’ll be famous— the doctor who solved a rare disease. Hehe. Amazing, right? Hmm? What’s wrong? Suddenly teary? You think I’m cruel? You’ve served me so well as a meat toilet— and I was just using you? That’s too much? What are you saying? You’re my property. What’s wrong with using you as I please? And look— despite everything, you’re rock hard. You love it. Being despised, dehumanized, treated like trash by a woman— the pleasure is unbearable. Hey— stop spacing out. Pull out your cock. Show me that cheating dick. You masochist. Can’t even take off your pants without me teasing your nipples? There we go— already undressing. That’s why you’re hopeless. You get aroused so easily— flashing your cock anywhere, to anyone. Pressure? You obey. Orders? You follow. Cock, cock, cock, cock— like a monkey that just discovered sex. Don’t jerk off without permission. Masturbation postponed. Ejaculation banned. Twist, twist, twist— You were tortured to pain yesterday— and just one day later, this? Now both nipples— like controller sticks. Thumb twisting— twist, twist, twist— Don’t twitch so much— hard to control if you squirm. Grind, grind, grind— left, right, up, down— grind, grind— Ah~ nicely swollen now. Claws— scratch, scratch, scratch— Slow circles, then high-speed scratching— ohhh— your prostate’s throbbing— scratch, scratch— Keep shaking your hips— show me cumming from nipples alone— ohhh— You said no cumming, but I can’t hold it— gonna cum anyway— Doctor, watch— I’m losing it— cumming, cumming, cumming— STOP. Balls lifting— cum rising— no. Don’t you dare. Hold it. Hold it, hold it, hold it— Dangerous, dangerous— almost came on the first edge? Pathetic cock— needs a leash or you’ll shoot instantly. Scratch... scratch... scratch... No time to dawdle— next, next— scratch, scratch— Ugh, ugh, ugh— Almost thought you came. I’ll give you credit for trying— but don’t you dare leak. Nnn— come on, come on, come on— Alright, you’re at your limit— final edge. You know the rules. The harshest one yet. Way beyond the last. Let’s confirm: No ejaculation today. Absolutely forbidden. Not a single spurt. Not even a drop. No matter what I say— no leaking. No showing your pervert face. Got it? Nnn— good. Let’s start before you forget. The most unfair, egg-level torment. If you cum, I’m not cleaning it— stay sharp, grandma. Scratch, scratch, scratch— Pre-cum soaked— just the shaft scratched— your cock’s gone stupid. Go ahead, shoot that maso milk— your cock’s worthless stored-up stinky, yellowed juice— I want to see it. Scratch, scratch, scratch— Come on— just a little’s fine, right? You’re at your absolute limit. Your cockhead’s nodding— begging to cum. That feeling— semen stretching your urethra— jelly chunks bursting out— you want it now. Scratch, scratch, scratch— Haa— I smell it. Thick witch juice rising to the tip. Concentrated maso scent. Almost there— just clench your balls and ass— pull it out— push it— cum— show me your bitch face— Scratch, scratch, scratch— Go, go, go— no touching your cock— roll your eyes— die from nipple orgasm— Ah fuck— I held it— but I’m losing— so disgusting— haaa, haaa— Scratch, scratch— Ugh, ugh— fuck, fuck— can’t cum— mustn’t cum— ohhh— throbbing, throbbing— Spurt, spurt, spurt— No, no— cold— I don’t want this— cumming again— Good night.