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Teased

By: johnlikesfun



He had told her to stand still, standing her body full of sexual tension she waited. She could sense that he was close; she felt his hot breath on her neck as his mouth moved close to her ear. His voice low and soft he asked her if she would like to come, yes she sighed. Then he was gone, she still felt him close by his breath still fell warm upon her neck. There was a swish of air and she felt cool soft silk across her eyes and round her head as he tied the scarf behind her head blindfolding her. She could see nothing only sense his presence again his hot breath closed on her ear, you will come but only when I tell you to he whispered. 

His hands brush over her breasts as he removed her blouse her breasts exposed to the warm air; she could feel her nipples swell in sexual excitement as he squeezed each one in turn. Waves of pleasure raced through her body as he squeezed them harder and harder. You like that he asked yes she whimpered in reply, his hands were gone her feet moved to maintain her balance as her head swam with pleasure. She felt a sharp slap across her butt, stand still I said he whispered in her ear. She stood erect her body aching for sexual relief her mind full of pleasure and excitement.

Her skirt fell lose around her waist as he released the zip and push it down over her hips, she now stood naked her body still swamped by sexual expectation. The ache deep inside her grew as she stood as still as possible waiting for his next touch, huge torrents of pleasure exploded through her body as his finger slipped between her thighs and gently stroked her clit. Wave after wave of excitement flowed through her radiating from her clit to every part of her body.

His hot breath on her ear again do not come yet only when I tell you he repeated as his finger moved away from her now hot and aroused clit. She longed for his touch her body ached to explode into orgasm as she stood as still as possible as he teased her repeatedly. First, he would squeeze her nipples then her stroke her clit then leave her for what seemed forever only to return repeatedly. Then he started the same thing but this time sucking each nipple into his warm wet mouth before running his tongue over her clit licking and flicking it. Each touch sent wave after wave of ecstasy through her driving her closer and closer to explosion of sexual tension. Each time he would leave her for what seemed to be minute only to return and tease her more and more each time reminding her not to come. Her whole body was so tense from trying to hold back the explosion building up with in her. She moved once or twice and each time felt a quick slap across her but. She held her self from orgasm as the sexual tension and pleasure built up to boiling point with in her. His hand took her gently and he said let me guide you to your bed.

His hand led her in the darkness and she felt her self next to the bed she lay down on the bed as he whispered asking if she wanted to come yet. Yes, please yes she whimpered only to here the reply when I tell you.

She felt the soft material wrap round her writs as it was pulled tight extending her arm across the bed then her other arm was also attached to the bed. Her ankles were next soft material round each one then they were spread wide apart her body now open to him she was useless to resist. His lips touched hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth as he kissed her with passion and a sexual energy, which made her tingle all over. His tongue ran down her chin down her neck passing slowly between her breasts until it slowly moved round and round her belly button.

A shock of sexual pleasure thundered through her body as his finger again stroked her clit driving her further towards her orgasm. Not yet, she heard him say; not yet, you cannot come yet.

Then again, she felt his warm mouth close round her nipple sucking it hard into his mouth flicking it as he sucked harder and harder. She could feel how hard and erect it was and each flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure radiating through her body. His mouth moved slowly over her breasts and sucked her other nipple in hard and deep. His tongue slid slowly down her, closer and closer to her pussy each lick and kiss electrifying her body as the sexual tension with in her grew and grew. Again he was gone no touch no sound only the pounding of her heart in her ears.

Huge waves of sexual excitement exploded through her body as she felt him suck her clit into his hot wet mouth, his tongue flicking and flicking it taking her to a sexual frenzy. Then it was gone she felt his breath on her neck, now do want to come he asked, yes she whimpered almost pleading to be allowed her orgasm of sexual joy.

Not yet, he said then is mouth was back sucking flicking devouring her clit. She was close to exploding in to orgasm when he was gone again, she lay still as she could each of her own body movements took her closer and closer to where she could not yet go. Her mind was in a whirl her whole body ached with sexual tension where was he what was next she could longer feel him close or hear his breathing she waited what seemed to be for ever the tension with in her building and building her sexual excitement reaching its peak. Her body so sensitive now she could feel the air round her, nipples erect and hard almost as if they wanted to escape her body, her pussy tingled with pleasure her hard erect clit push so strongly from its hood.

Then she felt his hot tongue slowly circle one nipple then another a feeling of relief spread through her knowing he was back. Ice cold waves flooded across her, rivulets of water poured over her stomach as he pushed an ice cube into her belly button she shuddered with shock and pleasure at its touch. She felt the cold block move up her skin leaving behind a chilling line of water as her hot body melted the ice. Then it was gone no more cold just his voice saying, you cannot come yet my darling not yet.

She almost pulled her bonds free with a huge explosion of cold pleasure which burst through her whole body as she felt the ice cold cube pushed onto her nipple its cold surface driving her further to wards what she was now screaming inside for, her orgasm the tension rose with in her, she was fighting her whole body now as it screamed out for release from all of this sexual teasing. Rivulets of water streamed down her breast as the ice melted, then another explosion of passion tore through her as his hot mouth replaced the ice on her nipple. Repeatedly each nipple felt the coolness of the ice replaced by his hot mouth sucking it in hard and deep, the extremes in temperature driving her crazy with sexual pleasure. Again, her tormenter left her alone as she fought to control her body as it screamed at her in sexual ecstasy to orgasm and release all this tension.

Shock waves of pleasure thundered through her she felt his mouth suck and lick her clit each suck bring her closer to her climax her body now cried out for then it was gone. A blast of cold shuddered through her as she felt the cold hard ice now sliding over her clit the cold melt water from it running down over her pussy lips and ass. Repeatedly his warm mouth replaced the ice as her body cried out aching to orgasm then he said, come baby come for me now. The release the pleasure as she let go of her body as it exploded into orgasm as he sucked and licked her clit she came over and over as her body released all of the sexual energy built up inside her by his teasing. She pulled against the restraints as her body thrashed about under him finally able to climax she felt a parting kiss on her pussy as he stood and untied her bonds finally lying beside her and taking her in his arms holding her close as she came down from her sexual high. Here she felt safe and at peace cradled in his arms, her body slowly coming back down as he gently kissed her mouth and neck.

Teased



I'm dating Will, and he's dating Sarah. We're polyamorous. Sarah, sadly, isn't into women, but she is into threesomes, which makes me a happy girl. She has beautiful titties that I just love to suck on, and we love to share Will's cock, and I love to watch him fuck her while I finger my soaking wet pussy.

That's a different story, though.

One night, I begged Will and Sarah to tie me down and tease me mercilessly before I got fucked senseless by Will's huge cock. Sarah and Will led me upstairs to the bedroom. I couldn't help but squirm as they lovingly cuffed my wrists behind my back, and pushed me down onto the bed. I bounced, and the position pushed my breasts up enticingly as I moved into a comfortable position. A moment after, the blindfold went on and the world went dark.

I heard one of them leave the room, and then felt a soft caress over my stomach. The unknown hand slid over my skin, ocassionally brushing the underside of my breasts or running over the patch of hair at the v of my thighs. I heard the door open and a soft giggle--that had to have been Sarah--before something so cold that it didn't register as wet tightened my nipple into a nub of pain and arousal. An ice cube! I arched my back into the sensation and let out a soft moan. I heard Sarah's giggle mixed with Will's chuckle at my obvious pleasure mixed with a tinge of discomfort.

The ice cube was removed, and the next thing I felt was the soft tickle of a feather against my stomach. I let out a soft laugh, squirming against my bonds, then gasped in shock as both of my nipples were taken into two warm, soft mouths at the same time. They both knew from prior experience that my nipples are extremely sensitive, so they sucked, nibbled, and swirled their tongues around the hard nubs. I felt a hand--probably Will's--caress down my body, stopping just short of my wet core. I moaned, bit back the begging that came to my lips, and clenched my hands, caught in the soft cuffs beneath me.

The incredible sensation on my nipples ceased, and I sighed in frustration. I then felt long, soft hair trail over my breasts and stomach, before two hands scraped gently from the insteps of my feet to my upper thighs, stopping right before they hit my soft, wet center. I let out a deep moan of pleasure, tinged with a bit of pain, and building frustration.

Sarah let out another giggle before saying something about me deserving a treat. Next thing I knew, I felt soft skin and a hard nub at my lips. I parted them and sucked eagerly at her amazing breast, eager to taste Sarah's sweet skin. She let me enjoy her softness for a moment before pulling away. I let out a groan.

The ice cube, mostly melted by now, was brought back out and traced over my hot skin. Goosebumps rose in the path, anticipating the near painful cold and the tickle of the melting water as it slide over sensitive skin. I couldn't help but writhe to meet the path of the cube, which earned me a quick smack on the hip.

Will and I play at BDSM. I'm very submissive in bed, and he's very good at controlling me. He put his hard cock next to my lips and ordered me to suck. I obeyed, swirling my tongue around the head, before he began to fuck my mouth. I gagged a bit as he did so, until I found his rhythm, and then I moaned around his cock, the sound vibrating around him as he used my mouth. He kept at it for a few more strokes before pulling himself out of my mouth with a loud pop, my lips reluctant to let go.

At this point, I couldn't help myself. I begged Will to fuck me as Sarah sucked my tits, earning light slap from Will's flogger for that. Biting my lower lip, I fell silent, shuddering in pleasure. Will started to use the flogger in earnest, rotating it so that it stung against my stomach and breasts. I arched into the pain/pleasure, moaning, my lower lip caught in my teeth. I squirmed against my bonds, trying to keep myself from begging again.

After a few moments of the flogger, Will reached behind my head and grabbed my hair before ordering me up. He and Sarah helped me into position on my knees, my upper body propped on pillows. Sarah wasn't going to suck my tits, but I heard sucking noises from behind me. She was giving Will head and making it particularly noisy for my benefit! I moaned softly.

Next thing I knew, the blindfold was pulled off my eyes and I was staring at the wall, Will's hand tight in my hair as he manuvered behind me. I grunted with pleasure as he thrust his hard cock into my soaking wet pussy. He fucked me hard and fast, not playing games any more. His nails scraped my hips, then the flat of his hand spanked me as he fucked my tight cunt. I moaned. I wanted to suck on Sarah's sweet pussy as Will fucked me, but I knew she'd never let me. I glanced behind me and saw her fingering herself wildly, getting off to Will taking his way with me.

Will grabbed my hips and pushed into me hard as he came, grunting. I let out a soft scream as I felt his cum spray inside me and began to spasm around his throbbing cock. He kept fucking me until he was completely spent, and I shuddered beneath. Kissing my back, he undid the cuffs, freeing my hands before he leaned over and kissed Sarah passionately, fingers slipping into her tight cunt. She grunted against his mouth and came, squirting against his hand. I watched eagerly as Will lifted his hand and licked it clean.

All in all, it was a pretty amazing night. I got everything I wanted and more.



Teased



Hi everyone! As I was writing this little episode, I figured I was going to submit it as the next chapter in the "Jen Likes to Cum" series because it really happened. However, even before I finished, I realized that it just didn't quite fit. I think it stands on its own better. You'll see what I mean. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. I sure enjoyed writing it and thanks again for all the feedback. It's great and I love it all.

I recently had a very strange sexual experience. Not strange in a kinky or weird kind of way but strange in a way that I simply can't describe without telling the whole story. This experience was just so different than anything that even I could have ever imagined on my own. So, here's how it happened.

When I'm in a relationship, I don't sleep around. There is one exception to this and it's with regard to a couple of girlfriends that I've known since college. My current boyfriend is OK with it and it doesn't happen very often anymore anyway.

The Saturday before last, one of my best friends from college Stacey called and said that she would be in town on business starting on Monday. She said she would be flying back home on Thursday but would be free by Wednesday afternoon and was wondering if we could get together for dinner. 

"Of course," I said, and insisted that on Wednesday night she stay over at my place instead of a hotel.

Before we hung up we decided to meet at 6:30pm for dinner at her favorite place whenever she's in town. From the time I hung up with Stacey until that Wednesday afternoon, all I could think about was meeting up with her. We always have a really good time together. I was sure this time would be no different.

Wednesday was a miserable cold damp day and as I toiled away at work I was constantly thinking about meeting up with Stacey later. Finally, I was able to get the hell out of there so I called a cab to meet me downstairs at 6:15. I didn't drive to work day because I didn't know what in the world me and Stacey would be up to and who knows where we would end up. So, a cab for the night was the safest way to go. Yes, it sucks becoming responsible.

I met Stacey at the restaurant at about 6:30. This place is very nice, fancy, quiet, dimly lit and of course, it's expensive. It's the typical high-class city place. You know, the white tablecloths expensive China, glassware, silverware and naturally, very attentive but at the same time, unobtrusive waiters. It's the kind of place that's not our type in the least but once in awhile, its nice to partake.

We were having a blast all during dinner and by our second glass of wine the conversation gradually turned toward sex. It started out timid like, "how are things going between you and yours," blah, blah, blah and so on. But eventually our talk got more explicit and we began to reminisce about some of the crazy things we did back in college. This of course is always dangerous but lets face facts; we both knew where we wanted this night to end up.

Back when we were in college, Stacey and I shared a dorm room for a year. One of our favorite things we would do whenever we got bored was to masturbate to made up fantasies. We would tell our little fantasy stories to each other as we played with our hot wet little young pussies until we were exhausted.

We spent many of these sessions making up sexual encounters with different guys we knew and even a couple of professors too. We would always make up our fantasies to be so much larger than life and so over-the-top outrageous. Hey, sometimes we needed to amuse ourselves. That's what fantasy is for right? 

Stacey said, "Jen you used to be the best at it. No one made up better sexual fantasies and stories than you did. Do you still...you know fantasize?"

I simply said, "Of course! I do all the time."

"Come on. Tell me a story right now. Tell me your latest. Come on now tell me," Stacey was practically begging me."

Well, I told her that as a matter of fact, I've been obsessing over one particular fantasy for the past couple of months. As I ran my fingers through my hair I whisper screamed to Stacey that I couldn't get this one out of my head. I have played with myself so often and have cum so many times with this fantasy buzzing through my head that it's beginning to drive me crazy. But it's a pretty good one so; I guess that's why it still holds up.

The fantasy involves cum. Semen that is. I don't know why but lately I've been fixated on it. First of all, I love the stuff to begin with. But this over the top fixation with cum I think is due to all the stuff I've been coming across while surfing the Internet and masturbating to the hot stories I find.

Now, I've never really been much into porn. My own imagination and general horny nature has always been enough to get me going. But for some reason, I've recently been drawn into this sexy stuff on the Internet. None-the-less, I have developed this fantasy in my head and until the next one, it's all I can think about. 

It starts out with me lying down in a dimly lit room on a latex or rubber type of blanket. I am completely naked and I am surrounded by about a dozen men. There are so many guys I can't see beyond them. They all have beautiful hard cocks and they are stroking them while gazing down upon me. Some are stroking themselves slow, others are furiously stroking away but either way, they soon begin to cum. Of course when they do, they cum on me. They cum anywhere and they cum everywhere.

After one guy cums and finishes spraying his hot thick goo onto my accepting body, he is immediately replaced by another hard wonderful cock. A cock that happens to be attached to the next random and anonymous guy who begins stroking to my naked body writhing around on the blanket before him. Then the floodgates open. I can feel streaming jets of hot cum spurting out and landing on my skin and shooting at me from every direction.

Load after hot steamy load is sprayed onto my body as each guy cums and is replaced by another until about a hundred guys have shot their seed all over me. There is so much cum and it's covering every inch of my body and it's all over the blanket too. 

As is typical of most men, when they are done dropping their load onto me, they all leave and I am left lying there all alone, naked and covered with cum. But the best part of this experience is still yet to come because I don't lie there all alone for long. You see, soon after, four naked and very sexy women walk over to me, kneel down and begin to roll the blanket up around me until I am completely wrapped up within it. My senses become so overwhelmed as I am total surrounded by the heady musky scent and flavor of fresh hot semen.

All the cum is still wonderfully warm and slick and the four girls begin to roll me around inside the blanket. As they do the hot cum is getting smeared into my skin like some kind of all natural body lotion. It's like I can feel the cum squeezing it's way into my every pore of my body. I am so into this.

My hands and arms are unable to move as they are locked at my sides under the blanket. This is very unfortunate because all I want so badly is to reach down and start rubbing the thick creamy fluid between my legs and rub it all around my pussy and ass. But instead, all I can do is imagine it and enjoy the wonderful sensations I'm feeling just from being wrapped up in so much hot cum. I'm so turned on, I want to cum now.

As good as all this is, the best part is still yet to come. After a couple of minutes of this heaven, the girls unwrap me and they lay down on the blank next to me. This is the great part, the girls start licking all the cum off of me. It's a tongue bath like no other. The sensation of all four tongues simultaneously licking the cum from every nook and cranny of my body sends my head spinning and I start to cum myself from all the attention I'm receiving.

At this point, I could see the excitement in Stacey's eyes and it was easy to sense that she was getting turned on as I continued to describe to her the rest of this nasty fantasy of mine. She was squirming around in her seat and by the time I finished with the grand finale, Stacey was glassy eyed and staring at me like a lost little puppy. 

"Gosh Jen, you haven't changed a bit," she sighed and she clutched her hand to her heart as if she was out of breath." "That was so unbelievably sexy!"

Stacey leaned across the table and with her right index finger, motioned to me to lean in also. Stacey whispered, "Can I tie you up tonight? I want to do something with you no... to you. I think that you more than anyone else I know would simply love what I want to do to you. I promise, you will thank me when it's over."

When it comes to me and Stacey, I would have to say that I'm the more dominant but I had no problems with her wanting to tie me up. I was getting really horny anyway and would have probably agreed to just about anything at this point so I said, "sure, why not?"

...

I apologize but, I have to break in here before I get into what Stacey did to me that night. But I promise, by the end, I'm sure you'll realize why.

I need to explain that, "I love sex!" I'm not a whore or a slut, I just simply love sex and love to cum. It's a huge part of my life. My existence. I try to cum as much and as often as I can. Whether it's by myself or with a partner it doesn't matter I love it. I love to masturbate. Simply love it!

Whether I'm in a relationship or not, I masturbate whenever I can. I honestly do. Over the years, my sexual appetite keeps growing. It started out at a high level and continues to grow to this day. I am hopelessly but happily chained to my sexual cravings.

I cum most every day. A few times a day as a matter of fact. I have ever since I can remember. When I masturbate, I cum as quick as I like. I'd rather not fool around and try to tease myself or try to make it last. Instead, I just cum whenever I cum and then I'll get to work on cuming again. However much as I have time for. It's simply what I have grown into.

My pursuit of sexual gratification never really ends. I have an ever-present inferno deep inside that fuels my incessant need and desire for more. That's right, after I'm done with one of my sexual episodes, the hot boiling urge within me is not really 100 percent satisfied. The boil within has only been reduced to a simmer. Over the course of the day or over night, my need begins to build again until my sexual energy is once again at a full boil.

I enjoy dildos and vibrators and toys but most times, I just rather use my fingers. I really enjoy the sensations I feel using my fingers on myself. I love the feeling of my smooth lips and clit all covered in my juices. It turns me on.

Once in a while when I'm bad, I get really unproductive and can stay in bed for hours just playing with myself. A girlfriend of mine once asked me, "how is it that you cum so easily and so often?" She explained that unless she has multiple orgasms, she can't cum but more than once then she needs to wait a while because her clit gets so sensitive that she can barely touch it.

Well, I have multiple orgasms too on occasion but I actually prefer not to. I find multiple orgasms not as strong. I crave the long lasting intense full body spasms of a single orgasm. What I enjoy so much better is to orgasm then keep on working my clit with my fingers, vibrator, Hitachi or whatever no matter how sensitive my clit feels until I cum again.

Years ago when I was younger and just learning about my body, my urge to cum over and over again was so strong that I would force myself to keep stimulating my clit even though it was so uncomfortable to do so. I would force myself to keep playing with my clit right on through that hypersensitive burning sort of sensation. 

I gradually came to the realization that the uncomfortable sensation eventually subsides. Once it does, I can keep right on masturbating until the next orgasm hits and repeat the process until I'm too tired to go on.

Over the years, I guess I became so used to it that I easily just power right through the hypersensitivity. I am now not only used to it but after an orgasm subsides, I actually look forward to it. I get immense pleasure during that part of my masturbation.

I know it might sound crazy to most women but I really do savor that hypersensitive sensation I feel at my clit after the orgasm fades. It has actually become part of my orgasm. And the best part is that once the hypersensitive sensation has past, I can feel the early stages of the next orgasm already approaching. How wonderful is that!

Well, it's extremely wonderful because as a matter of fact when I do this, each succeeding orgasm is longer and stronger than the previous one. I guess its because as my body gets weaker and drained, the sensations, the pleasure and the spasms feel magnified. I don't know. I'm not a doctor but that's the way it is for me.

Honestly, sometimes I'll grab my Hitachi and press it to my clit and just keep it there. I know I've cum about a dozen times in less than an hour. I've heard the stories about the overuse of Hitachi type vibrators can de-sensitize the clitoris. Well that's simply not my experience. After one of these sessions, my clit is so swollen, tingly and sensitive to any kind of touch for at least a day. It's all I can do not to get over excited from just walking around.

...

We left the restaurant and got into a cab. The 30-minute ride from the city to my house was exciting to say the least. We both knew what was coming or at least I thought I knew. I was already horny with anticipation. My pussy felt the familiar sensations. Moisture building. Pussy tingling. We pretended to make conversation but in reality, we were both trying our best not to start groping each other in front of the driver.

When we got back to the house, we both ran upstairs to my bedroom and started stripping out of our clothes like we were back in college again. We kissed and ran our hands all over each other re-discovering the charms of our bodies. Mmm, Stacey felt so nice. She has such a great body. We are about the same height but she's a little bit bigger on top and her but is a little more bubbly. No, not fat. Not at all. She's just more voluptuous than me. Just a little.

We paused and I walked over to one of the nightstands by the bed and opened the draw to my box of toys. I reached down and pulled out a set of fur lined leather cuffs and straps. I turned around and dangled them in front of me with a devilish smile and stared at Stacey. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Without a word Stacey took the cuffs from me, pushed me down onto the bed and began tying me down. Before long I was face up, spread eagle and leaking on the bed.

Stacey leaned in and whispered in my ear that she was going to torture me. I trusted Stacey implicitly and knew that she was just being playful. I'm not into pain at all and Stacey knows that. She was playing into to my constant need to overindulge in sexual gratification. But even still, her words made me shiver. 

Stacey threw one of her legs across my hips. She then just sat there for a moment and stared at me with her legs straddled around my waist. I could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy as it rested on my lower stomach just a few inches above my own pussy.

Stacey dragged the tips of her long blood red fingernails across the tips of my nipples making them tingle, harden and grow longer still. Stacey leaned down toward my heaving chest and started to kiss, lick and bite on my nipples. She knows how much this makes me crazy with desire. Mmm, her tongue on my nipple felt real nice.

Finally after a few minutes of licking, rubbing and biting my nipples got, understandably, rock hard and really long. All of a sudden, Stacey withdrew her right leg from around my waist. She was now perpendicular to my body with her head at my right tit and her right hand reached down between my legs.

After three long days of anticipating this moment, I was so aroused. My pussy was hot, wet and aching for Stacey to get at it. She stuck her middle finger inside me and it slid right in. She fingered me like this for about a minute then withdrew her finger and rubbed my personal lubrication all around my pussy lips and into my clit. She dipped her fingers back in then back out a few times to draw out more liquid to really make me wet and slippery all over not to mention, it was driving me crazy with lust.

I was wondering when she would take her mouth off my right nipple and move down between my legs. I wanted her to make me cum with her mouth so bad. I needed her tongue and mouth on pussy. But instead she stayed right there at my right nipple and continued to work hard on it. Stacey dug her teeth in behind the barbell at the base of my nipple and pulled my nipple hard and deep into her mouth. At the same time I felt Stacey's finger begin to pay more attention to my throbbing clit.

This, is where it begins to get strange.

Just when I thought Stacey was going to make me cum by rubbing my clit with her fingers, instead all she did was ever so delicately rub the tip of her index finger in slow moving circles around it. She was hardly applying any pressure at all. She kept sucking on my right nipple, which by now was so hard and long it could cut glass, and she kept on rubbing these faint circles around my clit.

After only about five minutes of this, I was panting and pulling hard against the restraints. Twisting and arching my body as much as I could just so that I might be able to feel a little more. I finally felt an orgasm approaching. 

But strangely, it seemed as I inched closer to my orgasm, it moved a little further away. It was all because of Stacey's relentless, slow and easy manipulation of my body. With each step closer to orgasm, my excitement level, along with the level of pleasure within me, kept rising and rising. The orgasm potential building and building.

This kind of manipulation of my body made me feel as if I was being pulled. Pulled closer and closer. Closer to an orgasm but only inch by excruciating inch. Stacey kept up this absolutely agonizing pace trapping me within a tortuous pre-orgasmic state of mind for what seemed like hours. I was non-stop moaning, panting, writhing, and pulling. 

Finally, the first sensations of my orgasm came trickling through like tiny rays of sunlight streaming through the crack of a slow opening door to the outside. Please! Please! Please! Until finally... finally it happened.

But here is the strange part. I thought it happened. I think it happened. 

The instant before I felt I was going to be on the receiving end of a super massive violent orgasm, my world came to a screeching and instant halt. Like a speeding freight train with a full head of steam coming to a crashing stop in only an instant. Bang! Everything seemed to slam shut.

Stacey quickly pulled her mouth off my nipple and pressed her lips over my mouth. At the same time she removed her finger from my clit and placed the palm of her hand firmly onto the top of my pubic bone and pushed downward which limited my ability to buck and move my hips against the already tight bonds.

When she did this to me, my mind and my body simultaneously went into a state of shock. My brain short-circuited. I don't know what I was feeling. I am sorry but I have no words to explain it. I kept on twisting and pulling against the restraints and I wanted to scream but I couldn't. Stacey kept her lips firmly pressed to mine kissing and tonguing me hard. After about a minute of this I could finally feel the "orgasm" slowly and sadly fading away.

After I stopped convulsing underneath Stacey, she pulled her lips off of mine and stared down at me. She stared deep into my eyes not saying anything. Like she was studying me.




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"What was that," I finally managed to get out. "What the hell did you just do to me?"

Stacey again didn't say a word. She moved up and put her knees at either side of my head and lowered her pussy onto my face. I greedily took her into my mouth and gave her my best. I licked her and sucked on her clit for all I as worth until Stacey came. I could tell she came real hard too. Her juices were rolling down my cheeks. 

After Stacey was finished cuming she moved back down to my right nipple and started sucking again. She dipped her fingers back into my pussy to again draw out more lubrication and started again with the circles around my still throbbing clit.

She was doing it to me again. Stacey was putting me through the same experience all over again. Even in my highly aroused state, I realized that this was no accident. This is what she meant. Stacey knew what she was doing to me. Yes, this was planned all right and she was purposely driving me insane with it. 

The pleasure was immense and it kept growing and it kept getting more intense as the minutes went by. But the blissful agony of what Stacey was doing to me was that my pleasure grew ever so slowly and only in the tiniest of increments until finally, once again, my orgasm was near. But at the same time it was once again, so very far away. 

Who knows how long I was once again held in that pre-orgasmic state but finally, I did cum again. At least we'll call it that because just as before, Stacey repeated the same process on me exactly as she did the first time. Kissing me hard and pushing down on my waist. If it wasn't for the straps, I think I would have bounced off the bed and hit the ceiling I was bucking so hard.

Before I could catch my breath and get some coherence back into my head. Stacey started in on me again. That's right, she began to do this to me again and for a third time! She is absolutely diabolical.

It was the same routine. The nipple biting. The clit rubbing. The stopping right as I begin to cum. After Stacey was done doing this to me for the third time, I was completely drained. I couldn't talk. I was wishing this would end. Wanting her not to continue on with this.

For the first time in my life, I was the one to say "Uncle." "Please no more?" But what could I do? I was securely tied down and she had my spent body at her disposal to do whatever she pleased with it.

But thank god Stacey didn't go on for a fourth one. I think she was just as worn out as me. Instead, Stacey untied me then laid down beside me and gently caressed my chest.

When I woke up in the morning, Stacey was still asleep. I tried to make sense of what had happened the night before. I still felt horny. My right nipple felt hot. Stacey's relentless nibbling caused it to remain fat, swollen and still very extended. It was a good feeling. I wanted to masturbate. I wanted to cum really really good. But at the same time a part of didn't want to.

I felt a strange numbing feeling flowing throughout my body. I didn't know if I liked it or not but it was definitely different. I never felt this sensation before. I had conflicting feelings about it. A part of me was simply craving to just start masturbating and cum over and over again while another side of me just wanted to let this feeling ride for a while.

I decided against masturbating that morning. Even though its what I usually do when I first wake up. But I figured if I did now, I would be late for work. I also decided not to wake Stacey and instead I quietly got into the shower, got dressed and left for work. Stacey's flight wasn't until early afternoon so I let her sleep. But, before I left, I wrote Stacey a note thanking her for such a great time and to call me when she got home.

My mind was in a surreal fog all day at work. I was clumsy. I couldn't stay focused and everything seemed like it was happening in slow motion. The day really dragged. What was even worse was that my right nipple was so swollen and sore. With every movement, I was pleasantly reminded of last night. Did Stacey plan it like this? I wondered? If so, boy she did a really good job on me.

When I got home from work, I stripped out of my clothes, got into bed and started to masturbate. I figured that's what I needed. This will make me right again.

I reached down and got started. My pussy was already pretty moist. It was wet all day. I immediately started fingering my whole and rubbing my clit. I didn't even want to touch my nipples especially the right one. It was still sore from Stacey biting on it so hard and for so long. 

Yes, this felt nice. Just like my right nipple, my clit too was still swollen and hard. Anyway, I attacked my pussy like I do when I need to cum fast. And I wanted to cum faster tonight than I ever wanted to in my life. In no time, I felt my orgasm approaching and it was coming fast. I was at it probably for less than five minutes and, I came.

Wow, did I ever cum! It was the ultimate orgasm. The orgasm I had that night made my entire midsection tense and release so hard. Over and over plus it was a really long orgasm too. That's exactly what I needed.

When I was finally done cuming, I rolled over onto my side. I crossed my legs and squeezed them tight locking my hands between them and pressed against my pussy. I kept squeezing my legs and writhing about for quite a while as my body continued to shudder from the aftershocks of this fantastic orgasm that just won't seem to end. I was periodically getting these small tremors. They would emanate from deep within my core and ripple like waves throughout the rest of my body. 

Even after the tremors finally subsided, I just laid there like a zombie staring out into space. I guess I was just simply too physically and emotionally drained from the whole experience of the last 24 hours.

When I finally did come around a little, I eased my hands back down between my legs. My lips and clit were still swollen and puffy. I gently started caressing my pussy expecting to go on for another but I just couldn't. I was puzzled but, just as this morning, I was again suddenly struck with conflicting feelings. Deep inside I wanted to cum again but there was something else inside me that just would rather skip it all and just fall asleep. And that's what won out. I fell asleep. To exhausted to go on.

I didn't wake up until the alarm went off. I felt good. Felt refreshed so, the first thing I did of course was to test it out. It felt fine so I masturbated until I came. I came twice more as a matter of fact before I simply had to get into the shower and get to work. I was back to my ole self.

Looking back, I still don't know how I feel about that whole night. I'm not sure if I'd like to do something like that again. It felt great. It felt strange. The sex was so amazingly slow and drawn out. I think Stacey and I need to get together again real soon. An explanation and perhaps just a little payback might be needed here. 

To be continued...maybe.



Teased and Abused



Jamie's parents had moved to the States in the November. It was New Year now and he had commenced the final year of his secondary education at a new school, in a whole new country. Haverington, his school in England had been awful; more like a prison than a school. Two years of hell. It was one of the old fashioned grammar schools, where all the students needed to wear uniform. It was a dark, foreboding building and the rules were absolute and inflexible. If he was even a minute late for register he got detention. Mobile phones were banned; gum was banned, everything was banned. On his first day, he found himself in the headmaster's office for talking in class. Academically it was excellent and returned first class results; but at what cost?

His new school, Bransdown was different. It was a modern school where you could wear your own clothes and other than a few basic rules, it had a relaxed atmosphere. He had received a good education at Haverington, despite everything, but could now study for his final year not having to worry about being kept back for the slightest thing or given a thousand lines for some minor misdemeanour..

It was the first day of his second week. Since his arrival, the other students had greeted him either with indifference or mild amusement . He was the new kid and hoped he could settle in quickly and adapt. Yes, they thought his accent was funny and he called things by the wrong words but he didn't actually receive any hostility as such - just banter. His final class of the day was Mathematics. The tutor was a tall, attractive, dark-haired woman of 30. Miss Jackson was one of those women, which young men Jamie's age dreamed about. She had an air of sophistication mixed with understated sexuality. Her formal attire gave her a mysterious, out of bounds look, which the eighteen year old male students like Jamie craved. She had a well spoken, business-like manner which lent the right amount of gravitas to her lessons, yet she remained relaxed and approachable.

'Fine woman isn't she?' Said one of his classmates, who had noticed Jamie giving her the once over.

'Yes...yes, she sure is.' 

Miss Jackson was pacing up and down the class as her students worked on the quadratics she had set for them. She eyed Jamie suspiciously, just catching the end of the comments between him and his cohort. Jamie glanced up at her again and involuntarily let his eyes wander over her body, particularly her tight-fitting grey skirt. However, she ignored him and returned to her desk. 

'Two minutes please.' She affirmed, giving the class a deadline to complete their task.

Jamie continued to glance up at her. He was bewildered by her. He was still a virgin and constantly fantasised over older women like Miss Jackson. His thoughts as he masturbated every night were of news readers and power dressing business women, which he saw in his Mum's magazines.

Once again, during one of his young lecherous peeps at his maths teacher she observed him looking at her. When the time was up for the exercises, she rose from her desk and walked down the row adjacent to Jamie and paused next to his desk. Her hips and her shapely ass were just a foot from his face as she leaned over to look at his work. Jamie could smell her perfume and he was getting a hard on. She continued to wander from student to student checking random efforts before returning to her desk.

'Good, well most of you seem to be getting the hang of these equations. You've got four minutes to the bell but you may all go now if you wish. Quietly please. Others classes will be working!'

There was a soft hum of approval and scraping of chairs as everyone made to leave. Getting out of maths even four minutes early was a small mercy.

'Jamie Callagher, can you stay behind for a minute please!'

Jamie froze on the spot. Why had she singled him out?

'Yes Miss Jackson?'

'Come here Jamie.'

Jamie walked up to the front of her desk, hesitantly. Wondering why on Earth this woman, who he would wank over that night, wanted to speak to him and just him. Miss Jackson pointed to the area next to her chair.

'There!'

'Pardon Miss?'

'Not there. 'Stand just there.'

Jamie walked the two yards and stood beside her chair. He looked down and found himself staring at her smoke-coloured stockings, which clad her shapely legs, all the more visible now she was seated.

'How are you settling in Jamie?'

Jamie paused to think, but his mind was blank. He could only think of her legs. He tried to look away, but felt awkward and stupid.

'Miss?'

'It's a simple enough question Jamie.'

Jamie looked down at her skirt and then fixed his eyes on her blouse. He could just make out the shape of her breasts, through the garment and her brassiere.

'Yes.' Was all he could say.

'Yes?' Yes what?'

'I mean Yes Miss.'

'No Jamie. I said how are you settling in? "Yes" doesn't make sense. Is everything OK? Is there something you want to say to me?'

Jamie could feel himself blushing and felt a nervous shiver develop over his body as he tried to block out his thoughts of her body.

'I'm fine. Yes, I mean, I am settling in well thank you.'

'You seem very ill at ease. Have I got something on my skirt? You keep looking at it.'

Jamie gulped and felt his face go hot. He was prickly from head to toe. How should he react now? He couldn't think what to say, but somehow wanted to say the right thing. He didn't want to look like a goof.

'Your skirt is fine Miss Jackson. I didn't know I was looking at it.'

'Really? '

'Yes.'

Miss Jackson stood up, pushing her chair back.

'Sit there.'

Jamie just stood there like a rabbit in the headlights. 

'I said sit there Jamie. Sit on my chair.'

'Why Miss?'

'Don't question me. Sit on my chair.'

Jamie walked to her chair stiffly and sat down. 

Miss Jackson walked to the door and turned the key in the lock and then adjusted the blind. Jamie felt his heart leap into his mouth, knowing that he was now locked in. His thoughts were like a jigsaw puzzle, which had crashed to the floor. He watched her as she walked. Her legs, the grey skirt and her shiny white blouse. She flicked her hair to one side and smiled.

'Relax Jamie. I need you to help me with something.'

Then she walked round to the cupboard at the front of the class behind where Jamie was sitting. She took out a length of thick striped elastic. A bungee, which she kept there, on occasion, to hold luggage onto her car rack. Jamie craned his neck to look at what she was doing, but couldn't make it out from his position. His mind was doing overtime. 

'OK Jamie, I wonder if you could just put this hook round the chair leg there.'

Jamie was confused. Why would she ask him that? He lacked the confidence to question her again and took the end of the bungee and hooked it round the chair as instructed. Then, before he knew what was happening the teacher pulled the other end and in a second had secured it to the opposite leg. Jamie couldn't quite figure out what had happened for a second or two. It didn't seem possible. But he quickly realised that he was fastened to the chair.

'Shit!!! What's that for, what are you doing?!!'

'I can't, how shall I say - entertain you, if you're not properly secured.'

'I don't understand.' Said Jamie, gravely. 

He struggled against the elastic, but it was too tight and cut into his arms when he tried to force himself out of the chair. He had some movement in his forearms and his hands were free, otherwise he was stuck.

'Why were you looking at me earlier Jamie?'

Jamie wanted to run, to make a dash for the door and unlock it. But he couldn't. He was pinned to the chair, both cataleptic with fear and now physically restrained.

'I asked you a question Jamie.'

'I...I...I wasn't Miss.'

'I know you were.'

'No.'

'Really Jamie. If it had been just once. Well everyone might look once. But you were looking and looking and looking again. I ask you again Jamie. Is there something you would like to say to me?'

'I don't know.'

'Let me see if I can help you then.'

Miss Jackson walked up to her chair and put her right foot on the edge between Jamie's legs. Jamie glowered at her calf, following her leg to the hem of her skirt. Her other leg was now three quarters exposed, with her skirt ridden up.

'Would you like to watch me undress Jamie?'

'Miss?'

'Do I have to say everything twice?! Do you want to watch me undress?'

'No. of course not.'

'No? Are you gay Jamie?'

'No Miss!'

'Do you have a girlfriend?'

'A girlfriend Miss?'

'Yes...'

'Well, no...I. No Miss.'

'No? Are you sure you're not gay?'

'I'm not gay Miss!'

'OK. So I'll ask you again. Do you want to watch me undress?'

Jamie could feel his chest heaving with nerve-ridden anxiety. He couldn't believe this could be happening to him. He fancied his teacher so much. But he fancied her in his own mind. This was beyond anything he could imagine. 

'I...well. Yes Miss Jackson. Oh fuck!'

'Yes what Jamie?'

'Yes I would like to watch you undress...but. Oh fuck! Oh - I'm sorry Miss.'

'That's OK Jamie. That's all I wanted to know.'

She began to play with the top button of her blouse. Jamie instantly began to get a hard on again. She walked to the door and then turned round and began to unbutton her blouse as she walked towards him. She stopped a couple of feet from the chair and slowly undid each one in turn. It took her a full two minutes to undo the blouse, lingering as she did on each fastening. She turned her back on him and her top slid down her arms, until just the tips of the collar hung from her fingers before it dropped to the floor. 

Her plain white bra, easily cupped her breasts, but just revealed a tiny amount of cleavage, which Jamie's gaze was diverted to. She made one step towards him as his dick began to stiffen further. She turned around slowly and felt for the catch on the top of her skirt. Jamie was sure he could hear the faint 'tuk' as she released it from its eye. Her left hand on her hip, she took hold of the zipper and drew it down the back of her skirt. Jamie watched, mouth open, pulse racing and his cock pressed painfully against his pants. 

She eased her skirt down, bit by bit. Jamie thought his penis would burst as he watched the teacher reveal her full round ass, clad in her white panties. She faced him, looking him in the eyes and stepped out of her skirt. 

'Is this what you wanted Jamie?'

Jamie tried to speak, but his mouth was dry and just managed a grunted reply. He was literally a captive audience.

Miss Jackson smiled wryly and stepped nearer to her bewildered student. He was struggling to make some room in his pants, but managed somehow to move his erection half an inch to the side, with what mobility he had. She was just two feet away, but stepped close enough that Jamie could make out the stitching on her panties. She slipped off one shoe and then the other. He could smell her cologne. He was beginning to boil over. He was sure that any minute he would be gasping for air, as she put her left foot on the chair. She was so close now. Close enough to touch, if only he was able to. His arousal was claustrophobic; a twisted mixture of pleasure and pain. 

She began to roll down her first stocking, like a dark grey tide receding over the smooth white flesh of her leg. Then she switched her stance and put her right foot on the chair. This time she deliberately pressed her foot against his nuts, making him wince. His breathing deepened, his heart beat quickened as she removed her second stocking and immediately knelt with one knee on the chair. Jamie looked on as a little line of drool rolled from the corner of his mouth. 

Now just inches from his face, she put her hands round her back to release the catch on her bra. She let the straps fall forward, as she held onto her brassiere briefly, before letting it fall away. Jamie gasped as he set eyes on her breasts. Her nipples were stiff. He could see every little goose bump on her areola. She leant forward as if to rub her tits in his face but pulled away at the last minute, leaving him in shock. She stepped back and walked towards the door. He watched her ass wiggle as she swung her hips for him. Teasing him. Leaving him to contemplate her denouement. 

She turned slowly, just twanging the top of her panties and then walked towards him again, stopping a yard from his chair. She looked at him. She looked down at the bulge in his pants. She knew he must have a big dick. She knew it must hurt by the way he kept trying to ease his predicament, but every time he did so, he only rubbed his cock against his underwear, making his penis throb, as it was confined; unable to get the relief it seeked.

'You know what's coming next, don't you Jamie?'

Jamie didn't speak but nodded slowly, now just waiting, hardly able to believe what she was about to do. 

She eased her panties down a little bit, then turned to one side, so Jamie could see the full shape of her ass. She stepped a little closer, pulling her underwear down a bit more. Then another small step and a bit more revealed. 

Jamie started to rub the front of his pants now, the best he could in his position. His only relief now was to make himself cum. 

Miss Jackson rolled her panties down as slowly as she could. They slid over her hips and her toned thighs and slipped to the floor. She bent down giving Jamie a perfect view of her ass hole and her pussy lips. He was now rubbing his crotch furiously, his organ now more swollen than he could remember. The pain was getting worse as he got more and more excited. Miss Jackson turned round and her poor victim's eyes widened as he saw her dark trimmed bush, and her rosy red slit.

His face was now a picture of sexual tension, bordering on despair. His teacher had one last treat for him.

'Are you trying to make yourself ejaculate? My, you are a dirty little bastard. Do you know what I do with dirty little bastards?'

'Nnnnn?'

'I piss on them!'

Miss Jackson put a finger in her cunt and began to make a circling motion on her clitoris. 

'Do you hear that, you little freak? I'm going to piss on you!'

She walked up to his chair and put one foot on the arm. Jamie looked desperate, lost in this nightmare fantasy. He was rubbing his pants, his dick so hard, so engorged. It was burning. 

Jamie watched, hypnotised by her cunt as a few trickles seeped from her urethra. He felt the warmth on his leg, followed by the dampness. The trickle became a dribble and she positioned herself right over his crotch. Her pee, when she eventually got into full flow, came out like a fountain, splashing all over him. Jamie could feel the hot, yellow liquid soak in to his pants as he ejaculated. He gave vent to his feelings, as the sensations of torment gave way to the pleasure of orgasm.

'Aaaaah, aaaaargh, Miss Jacks...ahhhh, oh yes, aaaaaaaaaaaaargh yes....aaaaaaaaaaaaar!'

She was still pissing on him as he came. Jamie could smell his urine soaked pants. They were covered in a mixture of piss and spunk. He collapsed back into his chair. Physically and emotionally drained. His mind was blank. All his senses had been bombarded-fractured by his ordeal. An ordeal, which under different circumstances; in his bed, in his mind, might bring him joy. But this was real. Too real for him and his young, inexperienced being. He had only wanted to glimpse her thigh. Maybe see down her top. Just something to feed his fantasy. Instead he had been teased and abused.

His teacher had dressed when he eventually regained any semblance of composure and released him from the confines of his chair.

'Quite a mess you've got into there young man. Tut tut.'

Jamie stood up, his balls and dick aching still from the experience, but at least his cock was now almost flaccid. He looked down at his piss soaked pants and walked uncomfortably to the door, as Miss Jackson was now sitting at her desk. 

'Shut the door on your way out Jamie, I have all these papers to mark.'

Jamie looked back pathetically and said nothing as he unlocked the door.

'Oh and Jamie?'

'Miss?' He said weakly.

'See you on Wednesday Jamie.'



Teased And Bound



I'm sitting in a coffee shop as I often like to do, sipping my latte and reading the paper, occasionally scanning the shop to see who is around, occasionally glancing at all the people wandering by.

I must confess I love eyeing up all the women around about me. Casting my eye over their pretty faces, imagining the feel of their soft hair in my hands, the smell of their perfume as I move close to them. Then my eyes will wander down and absorb the curves of their breasts, glancing at that delicious cleavage, possibly even spying the nipples protruding through her top. Then my eyes move down to check out her ass and finally her crotch, imagining if she has a shaved pussy, or a thin pubic strip, or well trimmed. I try to picture what her swollen pussy lips would taste like.

I would often be sitting their with a throbbing cock as I watch all those beautiful women go about their day,unaware I am fantasising about them.

So you might have already guessed, I am a horny little pervert.

One fine afternoon, glorious sunshine powers down on the street outside as shoppers wander up and down. It's a day for summer dresses, sunglasses and sunhats.

I notice you walking into the shop, moving from bright sunshine to the shade and cool of the shop. You get your coffee and sit down at the small round table next to mine. Your arms glisten slightly as the heat of the sun draws out the moisture of your body. As you pull your chair towards the table, I glance down at your exposed legs. Silky smooth skin, lightly tanned. The hem of your light summer dress resting just above your knees.

As you take the first sip of your coffee you glance over and notice my eyes pointed at your legs. Your heart jumps a little as you realise I am watching you.

So you decide to have a little fun. You let your left knee (closest to me) fall open slightly, exposing the inside of your lower thigh. Startled by this movement I lift my eyes up and see you staring back at me. A smile crosses your lips as you notice the fluster in my face. I regain my composure and smile back, before letting my eyes fall back to your legs.

You open your legs further, exposing more and more of your inner thigh. Reaching down you slowly pull your dress up your legs. The hem slowly gliding up your thighs. You turn towards me as my view takes in more and more of your legs, edging higher and higher.

I can feel my cock straining and pressing against my jeans as it grows. Your body turned to face me now, your legs parted, exposing your long slender thighs to me. Your dress edging higher and higher until I can see all the way up your legs. I expect to see the thin fabric of your panties, but my eyes almost pop out of my head as i realise you have no underwear under that summer dress. Your sweet pussy lips exposed to me.

'Care to join me in a hotel room?' I ask, emboldened by your naughty streak.

'I think you know the answer to that!' you respond.

I take you to a hotel just around the corner from the coffee shop. Quickly we arrange a room and are soon stood in front of the bed.

'Give me five minutes', i say, 'I will be back before you know it.'

'What the fuck are you leaving for?'

'Just need to get something, wont be a moment. You just make yourself comfortable. Minibar is on me.'

I slip out the door, leaving you alone in the room. You look around the bland empty bedroom, looking for something to take your interest, but having found nothing you opt for a drink from the bar. You slip out of your dress and head for the shower.

'A quick shower to freshen up and he should be back' you reckon.

After showering and a quick dab of the towel on your body, you return to the bed and lie on it, holding your drink in one hand, running your hand over the sheets with the other. Your body still slightly damp from the shower.

You hear a key in the lock and look up as I enter the room again, a backpack slung over my shoulder.

'And what the hell is the backpack for? You know we ain't going hillwalking, right?'

I ignore your barbed remark and sit down on the bed beside you.

'Well let's just see what we have in here.' I say.

I unzip the bag and my hand disappears inside it, to pull out two pairs of novelty handcuffs.

'I don't even know you so don't think I am going to put those on. I can hardly trust you given all I know about you is that you like to perv women in coffee shops.'

'I think you should consider it! We are both here for fun aren't we? Live a little.'

I lean over and gently kiss your lips. The first physical contact between us since I saw you.

As you close your eyes and feel my lips against yours, my hand takes the glass from your hand. I pull away and place the glass on the bedside table. Then I let one of the handcuffs fall to the bed and I flip the other over your wrist. I pull your wrist up to the corner of the bed and cuff the other end to the corner post of the bed. You look at me, unsure whether to protest or go with the flow.

My hand strokes your cheek and down your neck as I look into your eyes. Then I pick up the other handcuffs. Now is the time to object, but you say nothing. I cuff your other hand to the other headpost. You look up at me as you lie on the bed, distinctly aware that you have conceded all control to me. An element of fear creeps into your mind.

I dip into my bag again and pull out a long satin scarf.

'I'm not cold you know', you say with a nervous laugh.

I laugh in response.

'Relax. Just let me do my thing. It's all for your benefit.'

I place the scarf over your eyes, shutting out the light of the room. You lift your head, allowing me to wrap it behind your head and tie it, blindfolding you.

In darkness now, the only sense you can rely on now is hearing. Once more you hear the rustle of my bag.

'What the fuck are you getting now?'

I offer no response.

Your heart is starting to beat a little harder now. This is quickly escalating into something you have absolutely no control over.

You feel my hand grip your ankle. Another cuff slips around it, before I pull your leg over to the bottom corner of the bed. You realise I am going to cuff both your ankles to the bed too.

As anticipated you feel the cuff around your other ankle before hearing the other end of the cuff clipping around the footpost.

You feel so vulnerable now. Your naked body spread out on the bed before a total stranger, a total horny stranger.

The next thing you hear is buttons being pressed somewhere. Then you hear a quiet melody as music starts to play.

'Just relax for a few minutes while I take a shower. I put the radio on for you - something nice and slow and relaxing. Won't be a moment'

You hear the bathroom door shut. Totally alone, naked, bound and blindfolded. What the fuck is going on?

The room is warm from the heat of the summers day. All you can hear is the shower and the music.

Your mind racing with wonder of what is going to happen. Then, after what feels like ten minutes, the shower stops.

Another couple of minutes and the bathroom door opens.

You feel me sit down on the bed next to you. Your heart pounds in your chest as you wait on each moment. My hand strokes your cheek again, then down onto your neck. My fingertips gliding over your skin. I lean down and let my lips gently brush against yours. You part them slightly an you lift your head to meet me as i softly kiss you.

My lips move onto your chin and then your neck. Softly kissing you, you turn your head away from me, exposing your neck to me. My lips gently brush over it. You can feel your skin tingling as my lips caress you. I slowly lift my lips up to your ear and whisper,

'Relax, I am going to do everything I can to make you feel good.'

You feel me rising from the bed once more.

'Fuck you look amazing. So sexy. Those gorgeous breasts, stunning long legs, tasty little pussy.'

You relax a little. Heart still pounding but not through fear. You start to feel the thrill of the situation turning you on. Your skin tingling, breathing low and heavy. A deep pulse gently surging through your stomach.

You squeal as a cold liquid splashes onto your body, right on the v of your ribcage. The shock makes your whole body shudder, before you let it sink back onto the bed. You feel my hand press down on the bed beside you as I prop my self over you. My tongue flicks over your stomach and slides up to the pool of drink I dripped onto your body. Licking up the wine, I softly kiss along the underside of your breasts. edging along and then up to meet your nipple. I pinch your nipple between my lips and flick my tongue over it, before pulling away. Your body responds immediately, your nipple hardening in the warm air of the room. I slide my tongue around it and draw away again. You can feel my breath washing over your breast.

Your body is becoming so responsive to my touch now. Each kiss and caress making your body quiver and tremble. Your breathing becoming heavier. A warm heat starts to build between your legs. Your stomach tightening slightly as you feel an orgasm start to build inside you.

Eyes closed, you focus on that feeling deep inside you as my lips glide from one breast to another.

I pull away again.

'Mmmmmmm. looks like you are starting to enjoy yourself. Those hot little pussy lips looks like they are swelling up. You feeling a little moist down there?'

You bite your lip and say nothing.

You hear the sound of a bottle cap popping open. What next? Once more you feel a cold liquid splashing on your naked body. This time dripping over your breasts. The cap pops closed again and you feel me kneel on the bed. Both knees beside your naked torso at first, then you are aware of me straddling your stomach. Knees planted either side of you, i run my hands over your gorgeous breasts, rubbing the oil into you. My fingers sliding over your chest. I can see your chest rise and fall as you breath deep and heavy. Each breath sending a tingle throughout your body. You can feel your body tensing all over as the sensation grows little by little.

My hands caress your oiled chest, massaging you so delicately. You let out a small whimper as my hands fall into a rhythm as they glide over you, around and over, around and over, around and over. The length of my growing cock rests against your stomach as i run my hands over you. You can feel the heat of it, the length of it, how rigid it feels against you.

I take my cock in my hand and stroke it as I look down at your gorgeous body. Your lips parted slightly, I lean down and kiss you again. More passionately this time. Our lips press together and tongues flick against one another as i lean over you.

You moan once more as the feeling grows and grows. The butterflies in your stomach fluttering now. The heat between your legs becoming more powerful. That tight feeling deep inside you builds as the orgasm grows.

I sit up once more and stroke my cock for a few more moments over you. Then I move further down the bed, placing myself between your legs. I run my hands up your legs, from your knees up to the top of your thighs, and back down. The residual oil coating your silky soft skin. I look down at that hot little pussy of yours. Pussy lips swollen as the desire builds up inside you.

My fingertips slide over stomach, then down onto that shaved pubic triangle. You push your hips up, thrusting your pussy towards me. I push back, placing a firm hand on that triangle and press you back down into the mattress. The next thing you feel is my tongue gliding up your right thigh, before softly kissing your hip. Lips brush over your hip, edging closer and closer to your throbbing pussy.

Heart pounding in your chest, each beat sends a wave of electricity through your entire body, bursting from your chest and washing out to every extremity, before rolling back to the pit of your stomach and down between your legs. You can feel your pussy getting so damp as that electricity courses through you.

You can feel my breath washing over your sweet pussy as I edge closer and closer. Your pussy throbbing so much as my lips are poised over it. Each second seems so long as you wait to feel my lips and my tongue on your eager, hungry pussy. At last, the faintest flick of my tongue strikes those swollen lips. The touch making your whole body shudder. A powerful pulse rushes through you, making you moan loudly before you bite your lip to contain it. You take a deep breath as you regain control of your body.

Your body shaking, wrists pulling hard against the cuffs, knees trying to pull together. You try to regain control of your breathing as that sensation rushes through you. I blow gently on your sweet pussy as you slowly regain composure. The fingertips of one hand rolls up and down your thigh while the other remains firmly placed just above your pussy, keeping you pinned down.

After watching your quivering body start to relax again I slide my tongue out and let the tip flick against those swollen hot pussy lips once more. You take a sharp intake of breath, but your body doesn't jolt quite as fiercely as that first touch of my tongue on your pussy. A long, low groan escapes you as your body sinks into the mattress.

The blindfold is making you focus more on the sensations racing through your body. The tight knot deep in your stomach is growing with each breath. Heart pounding in your chest, sending wave after wave of fiery energy through you. A deep pulse aching between your legs as I let my tongue glide up those slightly parted swollen lips. The tip dancing up and then down over your sweet lips. The heat between your legs growing and growing.

'Keep breathing nice and deep. Don't lose control of it. Focus on each long, deep breath.'

You heed my request. Breathing deep and deliberate, you feel my tongue returning to your eager pussy. My tongue slides down over the hood of your clit, then between those lips, tasting those juices as they start to run through your pussy. I then slide back up and slowly circle that growing bud of your clit, making sure not to touch that sensitive bud.

You try to push your hips up to meet me, but my hand keeps you pinned down. Slowly circling your clit, falling into the rhythm of your breathing. As you feel my tongue sliding over you, you suddenly sense my fingertips gliding up your thighs towards your pussy. My index finger runs along the ridge of your pussy lips, before slipping between them. You feel it press gently against the entrance to your hot, tight cunt. I ease my fingertip inside you, just a little inside you, and press it against the upper wall of your throbbing pussy. You moan again, before trying to maintain that deep breathing.

I maintain that rhythm around your clit while my fingertips rubs up and down against the very edge of your moist entrance. Every inch of your body now trembling more fiercely. Your toes curl, you bite down on your lip. Your body in constant motion as the feeling grows and grows, unable to remain still as you feel the orgasm starting to build.

Aware that you are growing more and more excited, I run my tongue right over your clit, down then back up again over it. Your breathing becoming shaky in spite of your efforts to maintain control. You feel the pressure of my hand above your pussy, holding you back. I slide my tongue over your clit once more and my lips lock against you. Sucking gently you shudder all over. The orgasm feeling strong inside you now. You want to feel it explode from you. With each breath you can feel the waves becoming stronger and stronger.

My finger then plunges deep inside you, till my knuckles press against your burning pussy lips. You inhale sharply, before exhaling long and slow. You then start to breath a little faster. I keep in time with you and flick my tongue back and forth over your sensitive clit. Each flick matched with a thrust of my finger in and out of you.

You know you have reached that point where the orgasm is inevitable. It feels so powerful inside you now. The hand pressing down on you is removed and it feels like the floodgates have been opened. The throbbing surges through you now. Arching your back you push up to meet me. My tongue firmly rolling over your clit as I slide a second finger inside you.

Sensing how close you are i start to increase the speed. My fingers more rapidly sliding in and out of you. Tongue flicking faster and faster over you. You feel ready to cum. You hold onto it as long as you can, your whole body writhing against the bed, pulling against those cuffs. Moaning uncontrollably, the waves start to overpower you. At last you need to release it. You dont hold it back any more. With one more surge the orgasm explodes through you. Your hot little cunt tightens around my fingers. I stop licking your clit as you cum fiercely. Your pussy melting in the heat of orgasm. You scream in ecstacy as the explosion between your legs rushes out to every inch of your body. Every muscle trembling, spasming with sheer exhiliration. Each heartbeat sending powerful aftershocks through you.

I watch you as your body writhes in a river of ecstacy, my fingers still deep in your clenching pussy. Cum sliding down to the bed between your legs. I see your chest heaving, nipples hard and erect, stomach tight with the excitement.

I slide my fingers from your pussy and watch your body writhing in post orgasmic exhiliration. Each breath that escapes you sending out a low animal groan. Kneeling on the bed between your legs, I grip my hard, pulsing cock and stroke it as I watch you. I see the sweat on your brow, your cheeks and chest flushed, the light glinting off the oil on your breasts. I am so excited as I watch you. I can feel my cock twitching in my hand as the urge to cum all over you grows and grows.

You gradually stop writhing on the bed. Relaxing, heart still pounding so much you can hear it thumping inside you. A couple of deep breaths and your body sinks into the bed once more. I lean over and flick my finger over your erect nipple. The shock sends your body writhing again. I feel a perverse pleasure at watching your body respond so fiercely to my touch.

Edging back up the bed and over your body again I straddle your stomach and sit on you, pinning your body down again. I slowly stroke my cock again as I gently slide my balls up and down against your stomach. With my other hand I tease your nipples between my thumb and forefinger, pulling on them, squeezing them. Then caressing your breasts one after the other in my hand. I let my hand glide up to your neck and gently stroke it before my fingers wrap around it, pinning you against the pillows. I am surprised at how erotic this feeling of control is. Never before have I felt such an incredible sexual feeling as I pin you down, with total power over you.

I close my eyes and start to stroke my cock faster and faster over you. Cum building up deep inside me. I lift myself from your stomach and lean against the wall behind the headboard. Leaning forward I let my erect cock fall freely towards your face. Carefully i let the tip of my cock brush against your lips. You take a sharp breath and your mouth opens wide with surprise.

Aware of what has just glanced against your lips, you slide your tongue out. It meets the tip of my cock again. You can taste the precum on my cock as your tongue circles around the tip. I pull back the foreskin to expose the smooth pulsating head. I ease my hips forward and push the head between your lips. You wrap those eager lips around it, locking them around it. Your tongue flicks over the eye, drawing more precum from me. I grab your hair in one fist and hold you as I push it a little further inside your mouth.

I am almost overwhelmed by the desire to fuck your mouth now, but I hold back. I want to make this last as long as I can. I want to pleasure you so much more before I get my reward.




Teased and Denied?



I lay on the bed, naked, spread, bound at three corners. Only my right arm is free, holding in a numb hand my vibrator, waiting.

Finally you come to me, and sitting down, your weight dips the bed, creating a well of gravity that I can feel, pulling my helpless body towards you. I can't bear to meet your eyes, even for a moment, but I can feel them on me like heavy hands. My breath speeds even more and I can barely keep the whine out of it.

"Start."

I jump at your voice, but remain frozen, not unwilling but feeling completely unable to move, to do what I must.

A moment passes and you hand moves before I can see it, landing against my cheek, thudding my skull, my body, my spirit. It doesn't really hurt, but nonetheless my eyes fill with tears. Ungagged I would be stammering apologies, but with the rubber ball between my jaws all I can do is nod frantically, flick the button on with my thumb and begin applying the insistently buzzing device to my already swollen nub.

As I begin pressing it rhythmically to my clit, your hard right hand goes to my hair, stroking, pulling gently, so much more gently than normal. I think you must be saving that insanely erotic grip till later, maybe till I need it, or possibly you just don't want to distract me. It only tightens as I try to turn my face away from you; there will be no privacy allowed me for this and you keep me facing towards you.

I can feel the tension growing inside me, inside my cunt, jolts of pleasure sparking every few seconds, coming more and more quickly. My breath is ragged - held, released, gasping, small moans. Your left hand touches my cheek and needlessly I flinch as it is a gentle touch, delicate even. It sweeps down my jaw, my throat, my chest. It pauses at a nipple, which you play with, less gentle, twisting, rolling my nipple between thumb and forefinger. A last hard squeeze to my breast, pinching, maybe bruising and then on, down my belly till your long hand is over mine.

At this I groan, a thick feeling of lust washing through me, and I lift my hips, pushing against the vibe, my hand, your hand. Closer every second I can feel the shaking begin, extremities first, hands and thighs, then traveling towards my core. No easy ride to climax for me - it never is - it's always a straining, pushing, frustrating road to get there, my entire body working to force me to and occasionally over the edge.

And then it's there, within my grasp, if only I would take it and I relax, not completely, but most of the shaking has diminished to a less violent quiver. The hard work is over, now it's delicacy, timing, fluttering almost without physical effort back and forth on the edge. You can feel the change, and you recline next to me, pressing to me, surrounding me with your body.

"Good girl, good slut. There you are. Mmmm. That's it, stay right there."

I can feel you hard and thick against my thigh and it goads me on, nearer to the sweet spot of perfect balance between cumming and not cumming. Without thought my hand is twitching the vibe on and off my clit, 2 seconds on, almost there, a second off, 2 seconds on, almost there, a second off. Over and over. A dozen times a minute, faster, one and a half on, one off, unending rhythm of self torture.

Zoning out, lost in the decadence of the edging, I almost forget you are there, my brain awash in pure arousal. Then you pull your hand from mine and I cry out at the loss. But it is short, because now your fingers are at my pussy, on my pussy, playing with my rings, my lips, spreading and feeling my wetness. 

Moaning and writhing I lose the rhythm, but none of the arousal, as you roughly push two fingers deep inside me. No pain. I'm too wet, too hot, too turned on to do anything but arch my back and urge you with my whole body to give me more. You do, at first fucking me with your long fingers, then doing it, that thing only you have done before. Working the spot that I couldn't find for years, but you found so easily. And oh god, it's so good. Not very fast, but deep and hard. And I don't really know what it is that you are doing, I just know that I don't want you to stop.

The pace I had been maintaining for many minutes is not possible any more. With your fingers in me I can only use the tool for a split second at a time, a butterfly wing brush that gets me so close I'm worried every time that I'll loose it, that it will start spilling over and I'll fall uncontrollably into a forbidden orgasm. But slowly, painstakingly I find a new rhythm, a closer rhythm and just as I'm getting comfortable there, feeling safe, you take a firm hold of my wrist and pull my hand away.

I thrash, frantically fighting my bonds at this way too sudden loss. Although there is no way that I could escape, I can feel the bed frame groan as I pull with sudden strength, my whole body resisting the situation violently. A whimpering howl pours out around the ball gag and I can feel tears running down the side of my face and into my ears, but I don't care.

Then a sharp crack of pain, audio and tactile, to the inside of one thigh. Then to the other thigh. I freeze and see that you are kneeling over me, actually on the one free wrist and I notice that pain for the first time.

One large hand grips my thigh and squeezes bruisingly, making me gasp, but you have my attention now.

"Chill the fuck out slut. We aren't done."

My gaze is locked on your face as I lay frozen, the tension, the need, the pain, the anticipation each pulling my will in different directions, inhibiting me from moving in any direction. Slowly, as with a frightened animal, avoiding startling me, you release my wrist and position yourself between my legs. You eyes never leave mine as you lean over and press a kiss to my most sensitive spot.

A groan is ripped from me. Not by this relatively chaste kiss, but by the idea of what is going to happen. This is new, different, we haven't done this before and I have to fight the old anxiety that rises up. A part of me wants to tell you to stop, to make you stop, but of course I can't; gagged and bound what could I do?

I turn my head away, flushed and far too self aware, as you continue kissing, up and down my lips, over the hood, right over the hole, but not on my clit, not in me yet. 

As wonderful as it feels, even as flustered as I am, it isn't as intense, and I experience a slow ebbing away from the edge. Disappointment and relief. With the ebbing comes a certain amount of relaxation, mentally and physically, and I can feel myself soften under the tender onslaught. 

Then it stops. My eyes fly open. As I see that you have retreated a few inches, your hand takes mine and you bring the vibrator back to my pussy. "Again pet."

And so you create a new rhythm for me. The exhausting few minutes climbing to the peak, hovering there for a few seconds, then your fingers, your lips, your tongue. I can feel my hips thrusting up to your tongue on my clit, your fingers causing me to clench, the wetness oozing from me, dripping over your hand, down my ass, onto the bed. As I start to come down, your have me take over again, and again, and again. But each time it's a little faster to the edge, the ebbing slower as your mouth learns my pussy, what makes me hot, wet, pulsing.

Time passes, I don't know how long, and the point comes where under your touch there is no ebbing. Something, not an orgasm of course, explodes within me, a wall breaking down, a final barrier demolished and what has been intermittent moaning and gasping turns into a full throated pleading, only slightly muffled by the gag. There are no words, but in my mind, "Please, God please make me cum. You can, you can do it. Please, Please PLEASE make me cum like this Sir!" 

You don't. Over and over you don't. The pleasure becomes painful in its duration, intensity. I would push myself over if I could, without permission, so desperate to cum this way. But I can't. You can feel to the millisecond, through my thigh muscles, my clit, my breath, exactly how close I am and you play with that edge. Pushing me closer and closer, pulling me back, but ever hanging.

I start to cry. I know you won't let me, even if you can. Nobody ever could and now you won't. It seems a horribly beautiful irony to me that I can just barely appreciate in my mad, frantic state.

Then you are face to face with me. It seems sudden. Your eyes are staring into mine, your cock is now hard at my pussy and I can smell myelf on you. All I can do is lay there and shake. You unbuckle the ball gag but I remain wordless. There isn't a word now that I could articulate, not even "please." With your hands gripping my hair, I feel you enter me. Slow, but not teasing. Matter of fact, inescapable, implicable.

You work your cock in me, pleasing yourself, feeling my cunt grasp and pull at you. So tight from the teasing, but so very wet. Perfect. The edge slowly retreats, but I don't cry anymore. I'm watching your face, absorbed in your pleasure.

Speeding up, you begin whispering in my ear, letting me hear your arousal mount through the small catches in your voice, the little gasps, sub vocal groans.

"Ah slut... poor slut. You aren't going to cum tonight. Oh yeah. So close. I could taste how close. Fuck yeah. You feel so good; you're going to make me cum. ... Do you want my cum slut? ... ah. Do you want it now?"

I push up to you, as much as possible, bearing down as hard as I can with my pussy, milking you, trying to suck you with my cunt. "Y-Yes Sir. Please cum for me," I shudder.

With a last, deep push you begin to finish. I can feel your cock so hard, spasming inside me. Your body tense, almost completely still, just the smallest thrusts, as deep as you can go, pushing yourself against my cervix. I listen, enspelled by your groans and inarticulate words that last so long. Moving still slightly inside me, you relax on me, heavy but good. Comforting. 

My pussy continues to twitch and pulse. My clit is tingling, so hard it's painful. I can feel my juices leaking out around your cock and I know that next time... it will feel even better.



Teased and Denied Ch. 01



Chapter 01: the Beginning

This is my first attempt at writing. While this story and subsequent ones come from a slightly warped and perverted mind you should know that it is a work of fiction. That being said it does not negate the fact that it does accurately reflect some of my deepest and most secret fantasies. Would I like for this to become a reality? I honestly don't know. Sometimes fantasies should be left as just that but being an adventurous soul, I think I'd like to live out the fantasies documented here if only for a short period of time. . I am not a professional writer and don't profess to be. I am a successful professional in the medical field and am living the so called "good life". At any rate, please let me know what you think I'd be interested in your comments both good and bad. Enjoy.




I quickly follow the order to strip and attach the wrist and ankle cuffs then meet my Mistress/wife in the playroom. I entered the room and saw her waiting for me. She pointed to the bondage frame and I moved to it and lay back on the frame moving up into position. I then put my arms over my head and my beautiful wife secured my wrists to the post at the top of the frame. She then moved to my feet. Pulling my left leg outward and positioning it over a slight bend in the frame she secured my ankle then attached a strap around my leg just above my knee to secure my leg tightly in position. The procedure was repeated on my right leg. 

This left me with my arms above my head and my legs spread with knees bent which gave her total access to my cock, balls, and ass. She then places a strap across my waist which secures me even tighter to the frame. Moving to the top of the frame again and using a lever bar she moves the post that my wrists are attached to which stretches me even tighter. When finished, I can barely move. Then and only then does she lean over and using the key on her necklace unlocks my chastity tube. I have been wearing a chastity device 24/7 for the past 6 or so years and have not touched my own cock in that time. The only time I am free of the cock prison is when I am tightly restrained.

Let me give you a little history of how I came to be in this position which is 100% voluntary on my part. Sometimes I wonder if I really like it and there are times when I would like to change it, but the excitement of my cock, balls, ass, erections, and orgasms, being totally under my wife's control is unbelievably erotic and I have no intention of changing things now. In addition to this fact, I did promise her that this is what I wanted and wouldn't back out when things got tough. And oh boy have things gotten tough a few times. Anyway, here's my story.

I have always had an interest in BDSM. Both the dominant side as well as the submissive side excites me. I realized early on that what excited me most was being dominated by a beautiful woman who would control my erections and orgasms. I was also turned on by the thought of my Mistress punishing me for things I did or just because she enjoyed the act. I didn't want to be permanently damaged of course, but did want to be taken to my limits and even beyond what I considered my limits. The thought of my beautiful wife torturing my cock and balls causes an instant erection even today. Of course being encased in my cock prison prevents a full erection. 

Early on I would urge my wife to tease me but not let me orgasm. I told her that I would like it if she would bring me to the edge of orgasm over and over but deny me release. On a few occasions she would tie me to the bed and tease me. I also informed her that I really enjoyed her squeezing my balls until they ached. When she was stroking me and was ready for me to orgasm, all she had to do was grip my balls tightly and squeeze. I usually came within seconds. 

These episodes would happen from time to time, but I usually had to instigate the proceedings. There were times when she would tease me nightly for several days and even a couple of weeks on a few occasions but if the pressure got too great I could relieve myself without her knowledge. Something that I am ashamed to say happened just about every time the teasing went on for more than a few days. But as I said these episodes were sporadic at best and always instigated by me. What I really wanted was for her to take control and make all of my sexual decisions for me. When I orgasm, if I orgasm, how long between orgasms, how I achieve orgasm, etc. You get the idea. In addition to the teasing and denial I really wanted her to subject me to some cock and ball torture. 

I finally decided that I had to at least attempt to satisfy my fantasies. I told her that we needed to have a very serious discussion. I rented a hotel room and took her there. I wanted this to be on neutral ground. We sat down and I started by telling her that I loved her very much and that I would never leave her voluntarily. She seemed to let out a sigh of relief. I found out later that she was afraid that I was going to leave her and had brought her there to tell her that. It seems she could sense that I was not satisfied with our sex life. I then lay out my desires. 

I told her all my dirty little secrets. I covered everything I could think of. Detailing how I would love to be teased, denied, and tortured. I wanted her to punish me for infractions that I might commit or just because it turned her on to do so. I told her I wanted to be required to service her and bring her to orgasm whenever she desired. I wanted my mouth and tongue to be at her disposal any time day and night. I pretty much bared my soul to her giving her insight into my most private fantasies. When I was done I was actually relieved to have "come clean" so to speak. I added that if she refused for whatever reason, I would never broach the subject again and be the best husband I could. At this point, I was done and the ball was in her court.

She sat silently for a good ten minutes processing everything that I had said. When she finally spoke, I let out a sigh of relief. She didn't call me a pervert or sick or anything like that. She said that she understood and that the idea of owning my cock and balls was intriguing. At least she hadn't said no. She told me that she had a few questions. I told her to fire away and that I would answer honestly. 

Her first question had to do with me going without an orgasm for extended periods of time. When I told her that I wanted to, she asked me point blank how many times a week I masturbated. I had told her I'd be honest and I was. I admitted that I usually masturbated daily or every other day at worst. 

She then asked if I relieved myself during the times she had been teasing and denying me. I had to be honest and told her that I had. She just shook her head and said that she didn't think that I could refrain from pleasuring myself. I felt my stomach sink thinking that she would then tell me it was a "no go". She surprised me by saying that we would have to utilize some type of chastity device to prevent that if she agreed. I realized then that my fantasy had a real possibility of coming true. I told her that if she agreed to this change in lifestyle, my cock and balls, along with my erections and orgasms would belong to her. If she chose to lock up her cock, it was her choice. 

She smiled at that. She went on to tell me that she really didn't know much about being a Dom and expressed concern that if I told her what to do, I would still be in control of the situation. I told her that I had bookmarked numerous websites and forums dealing with the subject and would gladly send them to her. She nodded while she was still thinking this over. 

After a few more questions, she agreed to look over the websites and do a little research. This was a Monday evening and I was told that I would have my answer on Friday night. I told her that I would not bring up the subject again and that if she wanted to do this it would be her decision to bring the subject up on Friday. We left the hotel room and headed home. 

After dinner and showers, we went to bed. She whispered that she would really like me to eat her to orgasm and I immediately buried my face in her pussy. She was wetter than I had ever seen and her orgasm was more intense than any I could remember. I moved up beside her and wrapped her in my arms. She lightly teased the tip of my very hard dick until drifting off to sleep. 

The rest of the week, I couldn't keep my mind on anything but Friday. I was masturbating two and three times a day even though I knew I shouldn't. My imagination was running wild. A few times when my wife was out, I slipped to her computer and checked her history. She had not only been to the sites I had given her, but also several others. At least she was giving it some thought. 

Friday finally arrived and that evening after eating as we were watching television, she took the remote and turned it off. She looked into my eyes and asked me if I was serious. I assured her I was. She then told me to strip. I immediately followed her instructions. Raising her skirt and baring her pussy she spread her legs and told me to eat her. I immediately dropped to my knees and began licking and sucking her pussy which again was literally dripping with her juices. 

While I pleasured her she told me that she had been extremely horny the last few days thinking about having me as a sex slave. She said the websites and forums had really excited her. She had actually made friends with a couple of women who had been controlling their husbands' orgasms for several years. They both told her that she would love it. They had been giving her hints and ideas. Just talking about it caused her to grow more and more excited until an explosive orgasm racked her body. Her juices flowed out of her and I eagerly licked and suck them up. 

After she calmed down, she giggle and grinned at me and said that she bet I could guess what her answer was. I couldn't believe that my fantasy was actually going to come true. She told me to move back up and sit beside her. 

As I sat beside her, she moved her hand over and began to stroke my cock which was extremely hard. When I moaned, I was quickly told not to get too excited because she had no intention of allowing me an orgasm any time soon. I responded that I understood. 

She then left the room for a moment and returned with a box and a bag full of ice. She sat back down and placed the ice on my cock. I sucked in my breath but didn't move. Opening the box she removed a plastic device. I knew what it was, a chastity device. She said that she knew I couldn't be trusted and would have to lock up HER cock. The ice had done its job and she quickly slipped the device over my cock and looped the ring around my balls. She finished the job by locking it in place with a small padlock. Pulling a necklace from inside her blouse and showing me the key that was attached to it, I was told that it was the only key and that she alone decided when and if I received pleasure. I nodded.

Sitting back down beside me we talked about limits and possible safe-words. I told her that I trusted her and that I didn't want a safe-word as that would put me in control again. We talked about pain limits. I merely said that I would prefer that she do no permanent damage, but that since my cock and balls were her property, she could do what she wanted with them. As to the subject of how often I would receive pleasure, she said that she would devise some games of chance to decide that. She said there were plenty of suggestions online and that she had some ideas of her own. I readily agreed. After some discussion, we agreed to give this new lifestyle a trial period of one year. If at the end of that time, one or the other didn't like where the situation was going, we would end it. We felt that one year was short enough to not lock us into something and long enough to work out the details of our new relationship.

My wife was true to her word and educated herself on the finer points of female domination. Very quickly she began to relish teasing me until I was begging for orgasm only to deny my release. The only time my cock was free of its prison was when I was tightly restrained. She enjoyed having me helplessly secured to the bed and later the bondage frame while she tortured my cock and balls. 

She especially liked to wrap a shoestring tightly around my scrotum winding it tighter and tighter until my balls were forced tightly to the bottom of the sac. We later changed to a rigid ball stretcher that forced my balls tightly to the bottom of the sac. She would then spend hours scratching them or worse yet for me lightly paddling them with a wooden spoon. She didn't hit hard, but the prolonged beating they took would have me groaning in pain while my hard cock gave away the fact that I was extremely turned on. She enjoyed mounting my mouth with her pussy and beating my balls while I ate her to orgasm. She said that my moans of pain vibrated her clit just right. 

Neither of us had any interesting scat but she did make me lick her pussy dry after she urinated. She actually started saving a little and when she had mounted my mouth for her cleaning would release what was left in her bladder for me to drink. It was never more that an ounce or so but it seemed to turn her on and always caused her to explode in orgasm a few seconds after peeing in my mouth. I must say that it turned me on just as much. One more of my deep, dark, secrets that had never been verbalized. 

The trial year came to an end, she unlocked me, told me to dress and join her on the couch. I sat down and she began by saying that the trial period would end at midnight and that we needed to decide if we would make it permanent or not. I was asked if I had touched her cock while getting dressed and I assured her that I hadn't because I had not been given permission. Nodding with satisfaction she added that the period was not quite up and that until midnight, it still belonged to her. 

She asked me how the year had gone and what my thoughts were about continuing. I was honest and told her that for the most part I had thoroughly enjoyed her control and that as far as I was concerned I would like to make it permanent but that it had to be a mutual agreement. I again told her if she decided to end it, I would never broach the subject again. She nodded and I could tell she was collecting her thoughts.

She began by telling me that at first she was not sure this was something she wanted to do. She was hesitant to get involved in the whole BDSM thing. I was sure that she was going to end it. She continued by saying "but" and I looked up. She told me that although she didn't know why, she had become more sexually alive in the past year than ever before. Teasing and denying me really hit a spot with her and made her extremely horny. What surprised her most was how excited torturing my cock and balls until I begged her to stop got her. She said that she was dripping wet right now just thinking about riding my mouth while whipping my balls. The moans of pain vibrating her clit sent her over the edge every time. 

She then looked at me and told me that she really did want to make this a permanent situation. I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately causing her to moan. She pushed my head down and lifted her skirt and hoarsely said "eat me now"! I dove in and brought her to an explosive orgasm in seconds. I then moved back up and held her tightly as she recovered. 

When she spoke again, she asked what I hadn't liked about our arrangement. I told her nothing major but that in some of the denial games, I knew when I would be allowed to come as to how many days between orgasms and that the stimulation and excitement was greater when there was an unknown factor. She quickly said that she could remedy that situation in that she could adjust some of her games so that I wouldn't know the outcome. I told her that would be great. 

I also told her that I enjoyed licking her pussy after she urinated and would like her to require that of me more often. She just grinned and said that she would be glad to do it because peeing in my mouth really got her excited. 

She asked me about the torture she was inflicting on my cock and balls. I honestly told her that at times it was very intense but that nothing she had done so far would cause me to want it to stop. I still did not want nor would I use a safe-word. 

She smiled at that then told me that she had been reading some on male prostate health and that prolonged denial could cause problems. For that reason I would have my prostate milked once a week on Sunday night. By doing this she could deny me an orgasm for much longer periods of time without worrying about my health. I nodded in agreement. 

She then told me that there was one thing she wanted to start requiring me to do and that was to eat any come that I produced. If I was stroked to orgasm, she would collect it and feed it to me. When I was milked, she would collect the semen on a saucer and I would be required to lick it up. If she allowed me to orgasm while she rode my cock, she would move up and have me lick and suck here pussy clean. Again I nodded in agreement. Yet another of my deep, dark, fantasies that I had never told her about. 

She then asked if I had any other thoughts or requests, and when I said "no" she said that the subject was now closed. She added that the lifestyle was now permanent. I smiled with pleasure. Standing up and taking my hand, I was led to the bedroom where she had me strip. I was then tied securely to the bed and she lowered her hot, wet, pussy down onto my extremely hard cock. Rocking back and forth, I was on the edge in just a few minutes. I told her I was about to come and she replied "Come on baby, fill my pussy with your hot come". I exploded deep inside her and damned near black out from the pleasure as I pumped load after load deep into her vagina. 

A few seconds later I felt her lifting herself off of me and noticed that she was holding her pussy lips together as she move towards my head. I then remembered that I would have to eat what I produced. The thought was not nearly as exciting after an orgasm as it was before. Before I had time to object her come filled pussy was planted on my mouth and I was ordered to "clean it up". Tentatively I started to lick and taste the mixture. It wasn't too bad. Kind of salty but ok. I ran my tongue deeper into her folds and was rewarded with more of the mix. I felt her squeeze her abdominal muscles and a huge glob of come plopped into my mouth. I licked and sucked for about 5 minutes until I felt her thrusting on my mouth and in a few seconds more, she exploded in another orgasm squeezing what was left of my come into my waiting mouth. 

After recovering, she told me that just thinking about me eating my own come out of her pussy sent her over the edge. I realize that I had better get used to the taste as I was going to be eating it whenever I was allowed to orgasm or more often than that, after my weekly milking. An ice bag was then applied to my cock and when it was sufficiently small, the chastity device was locked in place and I was untied, she then crawled into my arms and fell asleep. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but smile. My fantasy had come true and would continue.

In the ensuing chapters, I will relate the many different teases and games my wife has used to excite and deny me. I will also detail the different torture methods she uses on my (or rather I should say HER) cock and balls. That's enough history for now. I hope it wasn't too long and drawn out but I felt you as the reader needed a little background information to better understand my situation. Now back to the present.

I lay there, totally helpless and barely able to move at all. My extremely hard cock giving away the excitement I felt. It was throbbing and bouncing with every beat of my heart. My wife move between my spread legs and started massaging my aching balls with her hands. Being tightly forced to the end of the sac by the ball stretcher, they were always tender and sensitive. She would grasp them and roll them around in her hand squeezing tighter and tighter until I groaned. She would stop for a moment then start again. If possible my cock got even harder. Once again she grasped my balls and started the kneading torture again. I groaned and she just giggled. This went on for some time. She wasn't squeezing hard, but for the past 27 days I had suffered this torture and my balls were extremely tender. 




Teased and Denied Ch. 01



She finally tired of this and took the warmed lubricant and coated my cock with it. She then took my hard cock in her hand and ever so slowly stroked first up to the tip, then down to the base taking at least 15-20 seconds for each cycle. The sensation was unbelievable and if I hadn't been secure, I would have thrust upwards violently into her hand. As she got to the tip, she would remove her hand then very lightly trace the vein around the head for a few seconds before returning to the slow stroking. Let me tell you my friends the urge to orgasm was extremely great and the stimulation was reaching emergency levels. 

I had no idea if today was the day I would orgasm or not. She had devised some complicated game that incorporated my age with the cycle of the moon and when Easter was or something like that. It didn't really matter. I would receive an orgasm when she wanted me to and not before. I only hoped it would be today. This latest teasing method was maddening. Again her hand slipped off the tip and I again thrust upwards, as far as possible considering my condition, trying to keep contact with that hand that held so much pleasure. Again the maddening tracing of the ridge around the head and then back down my shaft again. I was starting to lose the capability for rational thought. 

My desire to orgasm had reached a feverish level but she only smiled and kept up the agonizingly slow pace. I heard her ask if I really wanted to come and I almost screamed yes. She then told me that she would have to check her calculations but that she didn't think I was anywhere close to my "O-day". That's what she called the day I got relief. I began babbling and pleading with her, telling her I didn't think I could take much more. She laughed and said that she would try and take my mind off my hard cock for a few minutes. 

Although I loved the feel of her hand on my cock I was glad the teasing torture was over for now. I watched as she attached a bungee cord to the small hook on the back side of the ball stretcher. She then pulled it upwards pulling it tightly against my aching balls and attached it overhead to a hook suspended from the ceiling. I groan with pain then cringed when she told me that I would be doing a lot more groaning very shortly. She then taped my engorged cock to my stomach with duct tape telling me that she didn't want it getting in the way. I gasped when I saw the wooden spoon in her hand and an evil glint in her eye. I knew then that I was in for a serious ball paddling. 

She then climbed up on the frame facing my feet and lowered herself to my mouth. She then shifted forward a little and told me she had been reading about ass licking and wanted to try it. I was told to get my tongue busy and eat her ass. I groaned as I felt the first tap from the wooden spoon and immediately started probing her ass with my tongue. She moaned with pleasure as my tongue darted in and out pressing harder and harder at her sphincter until it relaxed and I rammed my tongue deep into rear hole. The more pleasure I gave her, the harder she hit my balls. I was groaning in pain almost constantly but didn't dare stop tongue fucking her ass. After who knows how long, I felt her tense up and explode in orgasm, her asshole squeezing my tongue tightly as she came. Mercifully she quit whipping my balls, but they still ached with a deep pain that would linger for hours if not days. She then moved her ass off my tongue and had me lick and suck her pussy while she recovered from her orgasm. 

After a few minutes, she grinned at me and told me that she really enjoyed my tongue up her ass and that she would definitely have to experience that again. She left to go to the bathroom and when she returned, she mounted my face and I began to lick the droplets of urine from her pussy. 

All of a sudden she filled my mouth to overflowing with urine telling me not to spill a drop. I swallowed and returned to cleaning her pussy when she filled my mouth again. She giggled as I swallowed another mouthful and she then told me that she thought I might be thirsty. She then asked if I wanted more. I nodded and was rewarded with another blast and then another. Somewhat more than the normal ounce or two I was used to. 

Taking a warm, wet, cloth she wiped the excess urine from the sides of my face. I whimpered when she ripped the tape off my cock and belly and applied an ice pack to my cock. I was really hoping to orgasm today but it was not to be. While I was losing my erection, she leaned close and whispered in my ear that I had several more days to go before I would get relief. She then put my cock back in its prison and snapped the lock shut. Untying me and releasing my balls, she told me to take a shower, clean up, then fix her some dinner. 

I unsteadily got to my feet and headed off to the bathroom to shower. As I left the room, I saw her smiling at me and felt myself smile also. I had given her pleasure by being at her mercy. It was what I really wanted deep down. I only hoped that she would lay of my balls a little and that I would get to orgasm soon. 

To be continued.



Teased and Denied Ch. 02



Although this story could stand alone, it will make much more sense if you read the first part. That story is called "Teased and Denied, the Beginning" and was posted recently. This chapter commences the morning after we had decided to make our new lifestyle a permanent arrangement.

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The next morning after showers and normal morning things, my Mistress/wife told me that when we were alone at home, I was to be nude at all times. I nodded in agreement and removed my clothing which left me wearing nothing but my chastity device and a smile. 

My wife was also wearing a smile as she parted her robe, spread her legs, and ordered me to lick her to orgasm. I immediately knelt between her legs and buried my tongue in her hot pussy. I gently licked her cunt lips, sucked her clit, and tongue fucked her pussy over and over. Her juices were literally flowing out of her hot hole and very soon I could feel her tense up and explode in orgasm flooding my mouth with her creamy secretions. I lapped them up like a kitten after milk smacking my lips as I finished. Her breathing returned to normal and she patted the couch beside her. 

I took my seat and watched as she took a deck of card. She told me that we would now figure out when my next O-day (what she called my release day) would be. She instructed me to pick two cards from the deck but not look at them. I did so and she looked at them and returned them to the deck. She told me that the cards would have different values. Number cards would be face value. Face cards would be worth 10, Aces worth 11, and a Joker worth 20. She told me she had added my two cards together but that I would not be told the value. She then sorted through the cards and pulled out 5 cards, a 2,3,4,5, and a 10, and quickly shuffled them together. I was to draw one of them and again not look which I did. She took it and looked at the card with a gasp. I was then told that that card was the multiplier and that the sum from my two previous cards would be multiplied by that value to see how long I would be denied. 

She reminded me that I wanted more of the unknown in my denial period so I would not be given the value of any of the cards but that my fate had been decided and I was in trouble. She quickly re-shuffled the cards and had me draw one more which she told me to look at. It was a 9. I was then informed that I would be teased to the edge of orgasm 9 times each day until my O-day arrived and since I had no idea how long that would be I would probably be almost insane with desire in no time. She just grinned and told me to clean up the kitchen and meet her by the pool when I finished. 

As I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, my mind kept wandering to the cards I had drawn. My wife had truly come up with a very simple yet devious game to calculate my days of denial. What were my numbers, the possibilities were really endless. Let's see, worst case scenario would be if I drew an Ace and a Joker then a 10 for the multiplier. Oh Hell that would mean I would be in denial for 310 days, almost a year. No, surely she wouldn't do that would she? Hell yes she would. 

I suddenly felt sick. The most she had denied me in the previous year had been a stretch of 37 days and I was truly a basket case when she finally gave me relief. No way could I go 310 or even 110. All of a sudden, I realized this was no longer a game, it was real. (I would find out later that I had drawn a 3 and a 7 and had drawn the 5 for the multiplier for a total of 50 days. More than I had ever done but at least it wasn't in the hundreds. Of course I had no way of knowing this and for the next fifty days, I was really wondering how I would cope.) 

I went out to the pool as my wife was climbing up the ladder. She looked so sexy with the water glistening on her nude body that I immediately tried to get an erection, but of course I couldn't. I held out a towel and dried the water from her. She handed me a bottle of suntan oil and lay down on her back and told me to oil her up. Rubbing oil into her naked body was absolute torture. God I wanted to rip the chastity device off and plunge my cock into her pussy so bad, but that wasn't allowed. She told me to make sure I got her breasts and pussy area covered well because they were not as tanned as the rest of her body and she didn't want to burn. Finally I finished and took a swim myself. 

The cool water help tame my raging "not hard" hard-on. In a little while I heard her tell me to come and do her back and again I was running my hands over her naked body which again caused the familiar feeling in my groin. Boy, she was pulling out all stops and making me miserable. As she lay there she asked if I was having fun and I just grunted. 

I decided to try and coerce some info out of her and told her that since we were just starting out on this new game that maybe she should give me a hint as to my fate. She rolled over with a grin and just shook her head. I knew then that I was in trouble. She rolled back over and said nothing else.

We had lunch and I cleaned up while my wife dressed and sat down at her computer. Being nude while your partner is fully dressed may not seem like much, but it does amplify the feeling of being submissive and is slightly humiliating. 

Anyway she came into the kitchen and handed me a couple of printed pages. Both had pictures and I noticed that one was a type of frame or rack and the other looked like a large sawhorse. They were labeled bondage frame and bondage horse respectfully. My wife asked if I thought I could build them and I told her no problem. I was informed that she didn't like securing me to the bed because access to my cock, balls, and ass, was hindered by the softness of the mattress. She also said that the horse would come in handy for my weekly prostate milking. 

I told her I could do it, but where would we store them. She then said that she had been thinking that we could turn one of the upstairs bedrooms into a "playroom" where we could have all our toys available for easy access. I was then told to have both finished by tomorrow afternoon. 

My wife left for the store to get some padding and vinyl upholstery to cover the two devices. I quickly dressed and headed for the hardware store to buy the materials I needed. When I returned home, I started on the bondage frame first. It was shaped like a "Y". A post at the bottom of the "Y" would be used to secure my wrists. It was adjustable so that I could be stretched tightly once secured to the bench. The arms of the "Y" were to be used to secure my ankles and legs. They had a bend at the level of the knee so that my legs would be bent upward causing more exposure and access to my genital area. A large strap would also secure me to the bench. My ass would hang out into open space with the support starting at the small of my back. On each side up by the head of the frame I place a step so that my wife could climb up and support herself while straddling my face receiving oral service to her pussy and clit. 

The work went quickly and I was finished in a few hours. I went downstairs to the den to tell my wife to check my work. When she saw me she was angry and sternly asked, "What the Hell are you doing?" I stammered that I was finished and wanted her to check my work. She told me that I had on clothing and that was now forbidden. Damn, in my excitement to get the job done I had forgotten to strip when I got home. I apologized and quickly disrobed. 

Softening a little, she told me that I had now committed two infractions (the first was trying to coerce info about my period of denial from her and now wearing clothing) and that I would be severely punished later tonight. I told her I understood as I took the padding and coverings and headed back upstairs to the bedroom/playroom. She was extremely happy about the frame and quickly started covering it. 

I began work on the horse and had it finished by the time she was done with the frame. She was happy with it also and covered it quickly. It had attachments on all four legs for securing my wrists and ankles. At the business end, the top platform stuck out about 2 feet so that when laying on it, my cock, balls, and ass were totally accessible. My legs would be spread out and pulled forward to attach to the legs. This would cause my cock to actually point in a downward angle. 

I was told I had done well and received a good kiss. I was told to get something together for supper while she took a shower. After eating, I cleaned up and then was ordered to take a shower of my own then meet her in the playroom. 

I felt butterflies in my stomach, I had 9 edges without orgasm to look forward to not to mention the promised punishment for my earlier infractions. 

When I entered the playroom, I noticed that my lovely wife had moved the frame to one wall and the horse to another. They were both arranged so that when I was secured to them, my genital area would be pointed to the center of the room. I also notice a small chest of drawers in one corner. On top were ankle and wrist cuffs, some shoestrings, lube, and the dreaded wooden spoon. I was handed the cuffs and quickly attached them to my ankles and wrists. My lovely Mistress led me to the bondage frame and I climbed aboard. 

Lying back I stretched my arms over my head and they were secured. My ankles were secured and then a strap was wrapped around my legs just above the knee. The larger strap was placed across my stomach pinning me to the bench. By using the tensioning lever, my arms were stretched tightly upward. I could barely move. The necklace and key were used and my cock sprang free of its prison jumping almost immediately to attention. My wife just laughed. Her soft hand gripped me and gave me a few strokes causing me to try and thrust which was greeted with a cruel laugh. 

I watched as she picked up a shoestring then moved between my legs. The slipknot was looped around my balls and pulled tight. She began winding it tightly around my balls until they were forced to the bottom of the sac. Almost immediately an old familiar ache started up in them. I don't thing my balls had ever been bound this tightly before. 

My Mistress then began lightly bouncing them back and forth, not hard but causing enough pain to make me grunt. Again that cruel laugh greeted me. She told me that from now own any infractions would result in punishment. Said punishment would be severe enough to make me think twice before committing them again. Since we had limited equipment at this time (something that we would remedy very soon) she would just punish me by whipping my balls. That didn't sound too bad; after all she had regularly used the wooden spoon on my balls while riding my mouth to orgasm. That fantasy was destroyed when she told me that the whipping would be somewhat more intense than any in the past. I swallowed hard but steeled myself when she picked up the spoon and told me I would receive 10 swats per infraction for a total of 20. 

The first lick caused me to let out a loud groan and actually took my breath away. After the 5th I was in agony and moaning uncontrollably while frantically trying to get loose. The pain continued until mercifully I heard her say 20 and the beating stopped. I was still moaning in pain and could hardly catch my breath when she moved to my head and gave me a very deep kiss then mounted the frame and lowered her dripping pussy to my mouth. 

I immediately started licking and sucking her as never before. In the recesses of my mind I felt that I had to make amends for my transgressions and the punishment I had just received only amplified that. I think I loved her more at that moment than I ever had. I soon had her moaning in pleasure and very quickly she tensed up and flooded my mouth with her sweet cream as she exploded in orgasm. I felt her slump down and collapse on my chest until she recovered. 

When she got off of me I couldn't control myself and started telling her how sorry I was and how I really appreciated her punishing me. I babbled on and on about how much I loved her and who knows what else. My reward was a huge smile on her face. She later told me she was afraid she had gone too far. I assured her that the punishment was indeed severe and I hoped that I never experienced it again but that she had not gone too far. 

My very tender and aching balls were unwound and I was allowed to recover before I felt her coat my hard (yes it was very hard) cock with lube and start slow stroking me towards orgasm. True to her word, just before I went over the edge, her hand was removed and I was allowed to calm down only to have her start up again. By the time I reach my 9th plateau, I was a basket case, but at least it was over for that day. One down and who knows how many to go. 

My cock was iced and returned to its prison and I was released. We made our way to the bedroom where I gave my Mistress another orgasm with my tongue. I held her in my arms and told her how much I loved her as she drifted off to sleep. I lay there with aching balls promising myself to not break any more rules. I don't think my poor balls could stand another beating like that anytime soon. I drifted off to sleep a very happy, teased, denied, and tortured, husband.

To be continued...



Teased and Denied Ch. 03



For the next three days life went on. We swam, talked; I cooked and cleaned, not to mention bringing my wife to orgasm with my mouth several times a day whenever she wanted. Sunday morning dawned clear and bright. After breakfast we showered together and I soaped and washed her beautiful body, then dried her off. We retired to the bedroom where she handed me her body lotion which I applied with care. After a few minutes she asked me to hand her the vibrator that she kept in the bedside table. 

She then had me lie on my back and she took a seat on my chest with her pussy about 6 inches from my face. The vibe was turned on and she immediately started tracing her pussy lips with it. Soon it was buzzing her clit only to be moved down between her nether lips which were starting to glisten with her secretions. In no time at all it was disappearing deep into her hot hole. When it was pulled back out I could see streaks of her creamy juices coating it. She then moved it to my lips and I eagerly licked it clean before it was returned to her pussy. 

This went on for quite some time with me licking the off-white cream from the fake cock only to watch it re-enter her hole. I soon notice the telltale signs of her impending orgasm and sure enough she stiffened and rammed the vibe deep into her hot, wet, pussy. I could see her vaginal muscles contracting around the shaft as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. When her breathing got more regular she extracted the vibe from her gooey hole and plopped it into my mouth to be cleaned. After it was spotless she put it away, got off of me and told me that having me watch her pleasure herself let alone licking her vibe clean had really been hot. I had to agree. 

She stepped into the bathroom and I could hear her relieving herself. She soon returned with a box in her hand and climbed up onto my mouth. I immediately began licking at the droplets of urine that were still on her pussy. As I opened my mouth wider and ran my tongue deep into her pussy I was rewarded with a mouthful of urine that she had saved just for me. I quickly swallowed and sucked her clit into my mouth which, in combination with peeing in my mouth, sent her into another spasm of orgasmic pleasure. 

After she recovered, I went to the bathroom and washed my face, removing the urine and pussy cream then returned to the bedroom. The box was lying on the bed and following her instructions I opened it then took out the contents. A large enema bag, hose, and nozzle fell out. When I looked up, she reminded me that it was Sunday and I would have my first prostate milking tonight. I was to give myself several enemas to make sure the inside of my ass was squeaky clean, and then report to the playroom promptly at 9:00 PM. I was to put on the wrist and ankle cuffs then lie face down on the bondage horse and wait. I told her I understood and with that she said she was going shopping and would see me later. 

The rest of the afternoon went about normal. I watched a little television and got up and fixed my wife a drink when she returned from shopping in the early evening. After drinking it, she told me to meet her in the playroom.

When I entered, she pitched me the wrist and ankle cuffs which I quickly attached. I then moved over and lay back on the bondage frame where I was secured tightly. After removing my chastity device, she filled her hand with lube then began stroking my hard cock bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. Just before I went over the edge, her hand was removed leaving me thrusting into open air trying desperately to orgasm. I was left to regain my composure for a few minutes then the teasing started again. This continued over and over until the torment was finally done for the day. I could only wonder how much longer I had to wait for relief. 

Later that evening I got supper together and we had a very nice evening meal. Afterwards I started cleaning the kitchen and she told me she was going to be on her computer for a while. By the time I finished cleaning the kitchen and getting some things together for tomorrow's meal it was a little after 8:00. I decided that I had put it off as long as possible. I retired to the spare bathroom with the enema bag. 

Turning on the water, I let it get warm then added a little Prell shampoo to the bag and filled it with the warm water. I climbed over into the tub and lay down on my back then inserted the nozzle into my ass, opened up the valve, and let the quart of warm soapy water fill me up. When it was empty, I removed the nozzle, but had to really fight the urge to empty my bowels and held off for about five minutes. I then climbed onto the toilet and let go. After I was empty, I wiped off and refilled the bag again with warm soapy water. Back in the tub to go through the process again. The most interesting thing was that my cock was constantly straining at its prison trying to get hard. I really didn't expect to be turned on by giving myself an enema. I filled the bag several more times without soap until the only thing I was expelling from my ass was clear water. I quickly cleaned the bag and hid it in the back of the linen closet. I then took a shower to be sure I was squeaky clean and headed upstairs. 

I walked through the door of the playroom at 8:59. Pretty good timing if I do say so myself. I walked over to the chest of drawers and took out my wrist and ankle cuffs and began attaching them. I noticed that my wife had laid out a saucer, latex gloves, and lube. I then moved over to the bondage horse and positioned myself over it. I heard my wife enter the room and she quickly secured my wrists then my ankles. The angle made my ass stick out lewdly or at least it felt like it did. I felt her fumbling with my chastity device and felt it slide off my cock which immediately sprang to life. I felt her grip it and give it a few strokes causing me to moan in pleasure. She then walked over and put on the latex gloves then picked up the saucer and lube and returned to my ass. 

She then went to another corner and got a small, short table which she place beneath my downward pointing cock. The tip of which was about 2 inches above the table. The saucer was place on the table directly under my already dripping cock-head. I heard the cap on the lube snap open then heard the squirt of it being applied to her hand and finger. She then smeared the cool jelly on my asshole and started probing me with one finger. She started telling me that she had been reading up on how to do this and that the big thing was to use plenty of lube. I was told that when I was sufficiently relaxed she would probe deeply into my rectum and locate my prostate. She would then massage it with one or two fingers causing me to ejaculate without the pleasure of an orgasm.

According to most of her contacts she said that it would take anywhere from 20-30 minutes to drain me completely. With that she slid one finger up my ass. Working it in and out she added more lube then inserted a second finger. I was starting to relax and there was no pain. In fact, it was slightly pleasurable.

I felt her probing deeper and deeper with first one then two fingers. All of a sudden a jolt hit me. The best way to describe it is that I felt the urge to pee but it was a little different and only happened when I felt her fingers press down. Obviously she had found my prostate. She sounded like a giddy girl when she told me "you're coming" and giggled her head off. 

I felt no orgasmic pleasure, but the experience wasn't unpleasant. A little humiliating perhaps, I mean here I was strapped to what amounted to a large sawhorse, my wife's fingers deep in my ass, and come dripping out of my cock onto a saucer so that I could lick it up later. Yeah, just a little humiliating. The digital manipulations went on for quite some time until my balls were pronounced empty by my Mistress. I was later told it took almost half an hour. My wife then picked up the saucer and brought it around to my head and placed it in front of me. 

Looking down at it, I was revolted. It was literally covered in my semen. Huge, cream colored, globs swimming in a thinner, almost clear, fluid. One command from her lips, "Eat it". What could I do? For a brief second, I considered refusing but the memory of the beating my balls had taken a few days before was still very fresh on my mind. I had absolutely no desire to repeat that experience and felt sure that punishment for refusing this order would be worse. I resigned myself to my fate and started licking at the mess on the saucer. I actually had to suck the globs into my mouth as they kept swimming around the plate. After they were dispatched, I sucked up the more fluid component then licked the plate clean. All in all, it hadn't been too bad. 

While I was consuming my seed, my wife removed the gloves and started cleaning my ass with a warm wet cloth. It felt very, very, good. She then grasped my still erect cock and squeezed just a little more come from it into the palm of her other hand, held it to my mouth, and told me I wasn't quite finished yet. I obediently licked her palm clean. She patted my head like a puppy and told me "good boy". How humiliating. 

My lovely wife left the room for a few minutes then returned with a small plastic bucket. She moved over to me, moved the small table from beneath me, and plunged my cock and balls into ice-water. I shrieked with surprise but she only laughed. She replaced the table to support the bucket the left the room again. 

I lay there strapped to the horse with my cock and balls literally freezing in a bucket of ice-water for 10 or so minutes then my wife returned and picked up my chastity device. She removed the table and bucket and quickly replace my cock in its prison. I was released and she took my hand and led me from our playroom downstairs to our bedroom.

She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, telling me that the whole scene of milking me dry had really gotten her hot and she needed an orgasm. I wasted no time and literally dove between her legs licking and sucking her to orgasm in no time. 

After I was done, she got up and headed to the bathroom motioning for me to follow. After she brushed her teeth she sat down on the toilet and I could here the urine splashing into the bowl. She stood up dropped the lid, flushed the toilet, then leaned over with her hands on the toilet lid and her ass high in the air. She spread her legs exposing her pussy which was damp and had several drops of her pee clinging to her cunt lips. I didn't need orders and immediately dropped to my knees and licked her sweet pussy clean. She then rose up and headed out of the bath telling me over her shoulder to be sure and brush my teeth.

To be continued.



Teased and Denied Ch. 04



Over the next several weeks, my wife, Lori, took me to the edge my required nine times a day and left me frustrated. How could I complain? I had asked for this. As the days turned to weeks, a strange thing happened. I slowly began to accept my situation. I still had a great desire to orgasm, but it began to be less important than making sure my wife was satisfied. Interesting. 

While I lay holding her in my arms one Sunday night after my weekly milking I brought the subject up. She seemed interested in my "change of heart" but said that she had noticed a change in my attitude. A change that she liked very much. We discussed the situation some more and she ended with saying that she would be very interested in how I would act after my next orgasm. She wondered if my attitude would remain as it was now or if it would revert back. I did too.

A few days later I found myself on the bondage frame with my wife slowly stroking my hard cock. My balls were tied tightly and she was using one hand to squeeze them between strokes. As I neared my 9th plateau, I steeled myself for the frustration I knew was coming. I was right on the edge when my wife squeezed hard on my aching balls and hoarsely said, "Come for me baby". I saw stars and had probably the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I just kept on thrusting and contracting and my wife kept on stroking until she was satisfied I was finished. I slumped back in total exhaustion.

I looked up as Lori picked up a turkey baster and began to suck up my semen. I knew what was coming, but over the past few weeks of licking the saucer clean from my milking it really didn't bother me. She moved the tip to my lips and squeezed the bulb depositing the gooey fluid into my mouth. I quickly swallowed and sucked the baster clean receiving a smile from her. 

When I could talk coherently, I told her how intense my orgasm had been. She nodded in agreement. She then asked if it increased the intensity when she squeezed my balls and I had to agree that it had. She then grasped my balls again and began squeezing and kneading them until I began groaning. Before I knew it, her pussy was planted to my mouth and my tongue was busy pleasuring her. I had her moaning in no time and was rewarded with a mouth full of her cream to compliment mine. My Mistress then stepped down and retrieved the ice pack so that I could be returned to my prison.

Later that day, she motioned me over to have a seat at her computer. I noticed she was looking at bondage toys and accessories. Lori clicked on the ball stretchers. They were made of metal and hinged to open. They were then closed around the scrotum above the balls and secured with Allen head screws. They came in a set of 7 starting at just 1 inch in length then increasing by ½ inch up to 4. She asked what I thought about getting them, and I just shrugged. Click, they were on their way.

She then navigated to a site that specialized in chastity devices. My lovely Mistress told me that she really didn't like the locking ring around my balls and wanted to see if we could get just a tube. She also stated that she really planned on me wearing the ball stretchers permanently and that she felt that the locking ring would interfere with them. 

We looked at several, but I noticed that they all secured to the penis by way of a piercing. That made me a little uncomfortable. The worst of which was one that had a pin that went through the head of the penis horizontally. That really worried me. She clicked on one that used a frenulum piercing. A ring was placed in the loose skin beneath the head of the penis and the tube was slipped over the shaft. The ring was pulled through a slot in the lower part of the device and a small lock was attached. There was no way the penis could be pulled from the device with the lock in place. Lori then asked me what I thought of that.

I told her that the whole thing was a little unsettling. I wasn't really sure about being pierced down there. We talked about it a little more and she reminded me that I had told her that it was her cock and that she was free to do what she wanted to it, I nodded and held my hands up in surrender. She really seemed to like that. 

She went to the fitting page and getting a slip of paper from her purse she began to enter my measurements. It was obvious this was not the first time she had thought about piercing me down there. When she was finished, she clicked the submit button then the buy button. My new chastity tube was on the way. 

She then told me that she had been in contact with someone who would do the work in our home the day after tomorrow. Her research had revealed that you needed to let the piercing heal for at least a month before putting any kind of stress on it. She then ordered a large cage-like structure that would enclose my entire cock and balls, telling me that we would use it until my piercing healed.

I was told that I would be teased tomorrow and early on the day of my piercing, but that she would not do so again until I had healed. Weekly milking would be my only sexual contact other than my oral service to her pussy. Lori said that we would come up with another denial game during my healing period and start it when the new tube was installed on my cock but that we would begin using the ball stretchers as soon as they arrived. She told me that she hoped to have me wearing a 4 inch stretcher within 5-6 months. After that she would decide if she wanted to go larger and that it was a turn on to think about my balls hanging 6-8 inches between my legs. 

She then got up and headed into the bedroom. In a few minutes I was called to join her. She was standing beside the bed and motioned for me to lie down. When I did she straddled my face and I could see droplets of urine clinging to her pussy. I immediately began to lick them clean then affixed my mouth tightly to her hole. I was rewarded with a mouth full of urine and quickly drank it down then turned my attention to her swollen clit bringing her to orgasm in a few seconds. I eagerly licked her gooey secretions from her pussy as she came down from her orgasmic high. Getting off she exclaimed, "Damn, peeing in your mouth really turns me on for some reason". I assured her I liked it too.

That night as we lay in bed holding each other, Lori broke the silence and told me that she wanted an absolutely honest answer from me without the whole femdom thing being a factor. I told her to fire away. She wanted to know if I was really ok with the whole piercing thing. I held her tighter and proceeded to tell her that at first I was a little wary, but that lots of people got pierced with no ill effects. I continued by stating that I was serious about it being "her cock" and was ok with anything she wanted to do. I further told her that if she wanted, I would get the more secure piercing horizontally through the head of my cock so that the device would be even more secure. She told me that some of the people who had had the frenulum piercing claimed that at times the device combined with the piercing would pinch the skin causing significant pain. I kissed her gently and told her that I felt like we should go with the more secure type even though it was a more entailed piercing. I then thanked her for being concerned.

She then pushed my head down between her legs where I found her pussy literally drenched in her juices. I immediately dove in and began licking and sucking her until she exploded in pleasure. When I moved back up beside her she confessed that having my cock pierced was really turning her on and that she really did want the more intense piercing even if it meant longer recovery time. After all, it would not be her who went without pleasure. With that she gave me that cruel laugh then got up and changed her order to the more secure device before returning to bed and drifting off to sleep.

I was strapped to the frame the next day and my wife began to tease my cock. I was informed that since we had no current game in effect that she would just tease me until she got tired. After being taken to the edge at least 15 times she finally stopped. The ice bag was applied to my cock and my cock was once again locked away. Stepping up on the frame she lowered her pussy to my mouth and told me to eat her. I began to tongue her pussy and clit quickly bringing her to another orgasm.

The next day around noon, she led me to the playroom and placed me in position on the frame. After removing my chastity device she started teasing the tip of my cock. As I let out a moan of pleasure she quickly pinched the tip very hard between her thumb and forefinger causing my emanations to change from moans of pleasure to groans of pain. She did this over and over again taking me from pleasure to pain and back again. I don't know how long she would have continued had the doorbell not rung. That caused mixed emotions in me. Thankfully the torment would stop, but it also meant that soon, very soon, my cock head would be pierced. Again the butterflies started in my stomach and my doubts began to creep back in. Lori quickly left to answer the door and returned a few minutes later with a young woman. She was very attractive and the whole situation of someone other than my wife seeing me nude and bound was both humiliating and exciting at the same time and my raging hard-on proved this fact.

My wife then introduced her as Miss Ashley. She would be doing the piercing. I nodded and mumbled something about being glad to meet her, but damn this was awkward. At least it was for me but she seemed to not notice. I later found out that I was not the first "slave" she had been called out to pierce. 

My wife began to clean my cock thoroughly which did nothing to quell my erection. Miss Ashley told her it didn't matter and that I really should be at my largest when she chose the temporary pin but that we would ice my cock to reduce blood and pain before the actual piercing took place. Reducing the pain; I liked that. She told us both that there would be some bleeding but that she used a silver nitrate paste which she injected into the piercing to cauterize the inside of the hole, She said that it would burn but that it would staunch the bleeding quickly. 

My wife told me to calm down and breathe deeply. I hadn't realized it but I was literally panting with nervousness. Miss Ashley then opened a sterilized pack and a pair of gloves. She picked up a very, very, large needle. I was told later it was a 6 gauge. As I said, it was very large and menacing. Lori held the ice pack to my cock head for about 5 minutes until it was numb. She looked me in the eyes and in a low voice asked me if I was sure. I nodded and she removed the ice pack and nodded at Miss Ashley. She grasped my cock and lined up the needle. In one swift motion, she drove it through my cock head from one side to the other. 

I jumped a little but the pain was truly minimal. The blood however was not. Ashley then picked up a syringe and placed the tip in the hole on one side and depressed the plunger. Immediately I felt a burning sensation inside my cock which only got worse. My breathing was getting faster and faster, but the pain started to fade as the nerve endings were cauterized along with the blood vessels. 

After a few more minutes, Ashley picked up a large rod and ran it through my penis. It had a bead on one end and when the other end emerged from the other side of my cock head I noticed that it was threaded. She screwed a similar sized bead on that end and that was that. I was officially pierced. 

She gave us aftercare instructions about keeping it clean. She also said that the rod needed to be rotated and pulled back and forth several times each day so that it would not adhere to the inside of my cock while it was healing. She did say that doing so would probably be painful and that we might want to ice my cock before doing it. 

As my wife walked her out of the room and down the stairs, I heard her say that she would return weekly to check on the progress. 

When my wife returned she wasted no time and mounted my mouth immediately saying she was so damn horny she couldn't stand it. I licked and sucked her to not one but two intense orgasms and licked her clean after each one. 

Dismounting, she retrieved the new cock and ball cage and slipped it on then secured it with a lock. I was then released and stood up but immediately felt light headed. My lovely Mistress helped steady me then led me downstairs to the den. She then had me sit down on the sofa and got me a glass of tea. We spent the rest of the afternoon talking and watching television.

Before going to bed, I took several ibuprofen on the advice of my Mistress and we turned in for the night. I awakened several times with pain and took some more ibuprofen around midnight.

The next morning I was in some serious pain. My cock head was somewhat swollen and the shaft was very painful. When I told my wife, she was also concerned and quickly helped me to the shower and cleaned me up with an antibacterial soap. After drying, I retired to the den and the sofa. I was really not doing well and my cock was aching. 

My wife brought me some more ibuprofen and told me that she had contacted one of her friends from the femdom boards who was a doctor and that she lived fairly close and would drop by and take a look at me. I was glad and touched by my wife's concern.

A little later the Doctor arrived. She was about my wife's age and very attractive. Even with the pain I was feeling, I started to stir when I saw her. My wife motioned me upstairs and I dutifully attached the cuffs then lay back on the frame. I was secured and the Doctor began her exam. 

She told us that it was not serious but that I was experiencing some inflammation. You think? She prescribed antibiotics and told us that the swelling and most of the pain should be gone in a few days. Until then manipulation should be kept to a minimum. My wife walked her out then returned to the playroom.

We talked about the situation and she asked if I wanted her to remove the piercing. She was really concerned and was afraid she had gone too far. I assured her that I was ok, well not really ok, but that I didn't want anything to change. I told her that she should just let me heal and that everything would be ok. She smiled, but was still a little worried. 

She then untied me and I noticed she was still upset. I held her close and told her it was ok, not to worry. She looked at me with sad eyes and I couldn't help but kiss her deeply. I again told her that everything was fine and that I wanted us to continue what we were doing. She finally smiled a genuine smile and helped me to the sofa. Bringing me another cold drink, she told me she was going out to the pharmacy for my antibiotics and would be right back and closed the door behind her. With that I settled back on the sofa and drifted off to sleep. 

To be continued...



Teased and Denied Ch. 05



I awakened to the smell of food. I was hungry and hadn't really realized it. My wife, Lori came in the den bringing me a plate of food. She then returned with her plate. We sat on the sofa eating and talking. The antibiotic capsule was on my table so I took it and some ibuprofen. I told her I thought I could get used to this and she just grinned and then told me not to get too used to it. 

That evening I licked and sucked my Mistress to several explosive orgasms and held her tightly as we fell asleep.

Over the next few days, the swelling and pain diminished. The cage was removed several times a day for cleaning and inspection. I was also iced down and the piercing rod was moved around to prevent the adhesions. After a few days the ice wasn't needed as the pain was minimal. 

A week after my piercing, Miss Ashley returned to check on things. Again I was secured to the frame while she checked the piercing and temporary pin. She pronounced that everything was going well. We were both pleased. 

A few days later, the ball stretchers arrived. We took them out of the box and looked them over. They were solid and heavier that I anticipated. My wife asked what I thought and I simply replied that they were her balls. She smiled and picked up the 1 inch stretcher. Removing the set screws she opened it up and with my help closed it around my scrotum trapping my balls in the bottom of their sac. Lori quickly tightened the screws and I was officially wearing a ball stretcher. She then had me stand up. The added weight caused my balls to hang lower and the tugging was interestingly stimulating.

She bounced them back and forth a few times and giggled as they swung. She then looked up and told me that she was going to like this. I was glad she was pleased. The cage was once again installed and I was locked away.

A few days later my chastity tube arrived and we both eagerly opened the box. It was gleaming stainless steel and was definitely solidly made. Whereas the plastic device I had worn before could have been easily cut off, this one would not yield easily to any attempt to remove it. Then there was the problem of the locking pin through my cock head to deal with. Yeah, when this baby was locked in place, I would be chastised as permanently as you could get without doing some major and irreversible body modifications. Something neither of us wanted.

When my lovely Mistress unlocked the keeper pin and pulled it out, it looked a little bigger that the needle that had pierced my cock. This worried me a little as we both inspected the device closely. I could hear her breathing getting shallow and realized she was getting turned on by the whole thing. I asked her if I could do something for her and without speaking she stripped off her shorts and spread her legs. I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her pussy. She was dripping wet and in no time I had her panting and thrusting on my face. Her hand grabbed my head and pulled me hard into her pussy and exploded on my tongue literally squirting her secretions into my waiting mouth. I relished the taste and licked and sucked her beautiful pussy clean. 

She finally regained control and told me that just looking at the tube got her so hot and she could only imagine what having me actually locked up and wearing it was going to do. We put it away and spent the rest of the day and evening in normal pursuits. We crawled in bed later and I licked her to another orgasm before she drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Miss Ashley arrived for another check-up. I headed up to the playroom and was soon secured in the old familiar position. After checking me over thoroughly, she said that everything looked fine, but that it was time to stretch the piercing so that the locking pin on my tube would fit. That sounded painful and the familiar butterflies returned. 

The temporary pin was removed and Lori entered the room with an ice-pack. She told me she didn't want to worry me before so she hadn't told me about this part. After about five minutes of contact, my cock was small and numb. Miss Ashley then produced a larger metal rod with a rounded end and began to force it into my piercing. While it didn't really hurt badly, I could definitely feel it and knew that when the cold wore off I would once again be in pain. 

She worked it back and forth through the piercing several times then produced a larger temporary pin. It was put in place and the bead was screwed on securing it much like the original pin had been. I was then told that this pin was the same size as the restraining pin in my tube and when I recovered from this stretching; we could put the chastity tube in place. 

We were told the same twisting and moving procedures that we had been doing with the smaller pin, needed to be done with this one also. She left telling us that she'd do a re-check again next week and that if everything went well, we could probably put the final device in place in 2 weeks.

My wife was very happy about this. After I was released, we started talking about a new denial game. I had not been teased or even milked in 2 weeks and she thought it time we made some plans. This was Friday and I was told that we would return to the regular Sunday night prostate milking this week. 

My wife then went to a shelf and returned with a cloth bag. She dumped it out on the floor revealing several marbles. There were three colors. Mostly blue, 1 green, and what appeared to be 5 whites. I was told there were 40 blues in the mix. She went on to explain that each day I would draw a marble from the bag. A blue marble would mean blue balls for me that day. The good thing about drawing a blue would be that it was removed from the bag. A white marble meant that all the blues that had been previously removed would be returned and basically the game started over. I would also not be teased every day but probably 2-3 times a week. Being that I was not being tormented every day, my Mistress told me that my edges would be increased to 20. That way I would still be kept extremely frustrated.

It would be my lucky day when I finally drew the green marble. She would mount my cock and ride me to orgasm. Of course the rule about licking my come from her gooey pussy would still be in effect. I simply nodded. By adding the white marbles, my denial period would be extended and the end day could not easily be anticipated. Of course I could really be lucky and pull the green marble at any time. It was a really eloquent game. 

The days passed without incident and soon the two weeks had passed. I had been successfully milked a couple of times. The first time after the over two weeks of abstinence had taken 45 minutes and produce a very large amount of spunk which according to the rules I was required to consume. Each time I was milked, my wife got extremely horny and I usually ended up giving her multiple orgasms with my mouth and tongue but I was not complaining about that. I truly enjoyed performing oral sex on her. 

Miss Ashley returned for her last visit. I was secured to the frame. The temporary pin was removed and I was iced. The piercing had healed well and although slightly sensitive, I experienced no pain associated with it. The chastity tube was slipped over my cock and the head of my cock was lined up with two holes on each side. The keeper pin was then threaded through the tube, through the head of my cock, and out the hole on the other side of the device. It fit smoothly in the hole on the side where it started. The lock was placed over the other end of the pin and when snapped in place it fit flush with the other side. 

That was it, I was locked in. The tube extended up to the base of my cock and down over the head. There was a hole in the end for the urine to run out and also several ventilation and cleaning holes all along the sides. It was slightly heavy but not so much that it would cause a problem. After I was released, I inspected it closely and felt all around it. It would be impossible to remove with the keeper pin in place and there would be no way to get any real stimulation while imprisoned in the thing. My chastity had been stepped up to a new level. I was now very dependent on my lovely Mistress for sexual relief.

My wife asked me to see Miss Ashley out then meet her in the bedroom. As I walked, the device swung back and forth, but wasn't really uncomfortable. My balls were also swinging away in their prison, being stretched for my wife's pleasure. When we reached the door, Miss Ashley turned and told me that she hoped I enjoyed my new restriction. With that she reached down and tickled my balls, causing my cock to jump, but of course an erection was out of the question. Miss Ashley laughed and told me that my wife had told her to tease me a little before leaving. With that she stepped out onto the porch and as I was closing the door, she told me over her shoulder that she would see me on Sunday.

As I headed for the bedroom, I couldn't help but wonder what that was all about but my imagination was starting to gear up. I could imagine myself licking her pussy while my wife punished my balls for doing it. Or maybe punishing my balls for not licking her to orgasm fast enough. Damn, my cock was hurting. I had to get those thoughts out of my head. It wasn't going to happen. What the Hell was I thinking? 

I came through the door of the bedroom and saw my wife sitting on the bed with her vibrator deep inside her pussy. She motioned me over to the bed and I joined her there more than ready to pleasure her with my tongue for as long as she wanted.

To be continued...



Teased and Denied Ch. 06



Sunday morning arrived and I couldn't help but think back to what Miss Ashley had said about seeing me Sunday. I finally decided to ask my wife about it. When I did so, she responded with a very large and sexy grin. I was then told that she had promised Ashley that she could observe and possibly take part in my weekly milking. I blanched at the thought. I would now have an audience to one of the most humiliating things that happened to me. Not only would she see my come dripping from my cock, but she would watch me eat it too. In addition to that, she might even take part. 

I was mortified, but I also noticed that my cock was trying to get hard in its prison. Damn, I was actually turned on by this. I would be humiliated beyond belief, but it was damned exciting too. I briefly thought about trying to talk my Mistress out of the additional company but decided against it. For one thing, I had learned that she would not readily change her mind, and I had to admit I was starting to like the idea of maybe getting to taste Ashley's pussy. She was after all a very attractive young lady.

The day progressed as our Sunday's normally do until mid afternoon when the door bell rang. My wife told me to answer it and as I opened the door, Ashley stepped inside looking extremely hot in a low-cut halter top and mini-skirt with 5 inch heels. My cock stirred and she reached down to give my balls a squeeze which caused me to moan in pleasure. She then headed into the den and said hello to my wife. 

I was told that they were going out to lay by the pool and get some sun. I was to fix them some drinks and bring them and some suntan lotion out to the pool. As I came out of the house onto the pool deck, I was met by the sight of two beautiful women lying on their backs completely nude. My wife then told me to hurry up with the drinks. I brought them over and she told me to rub lotion on Ashley first then her. My cock was aching by the time I finished running my oil covered hands on both beautiful bodies. 

I was then told to check back in about half an hour to refill their drinks and put the lotion on their backsides. With that I went back in the house to start getting stuff ready for the evening meal. Half an hour later I applied the oil to the backs, hips, and thighs of the two naked women in my back yard. With an aching cock, I returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner. In a little while I was summoned to the shower and instructed to bathe first my wife then our guest for the evening. None of this did anything to reduce my excitement or attempted erection. On top of all this, all I could think about was that later that night, both of these women would watch as I licked my own come from a saucer while strapped to an oversized sawhorse. Damn the thought was humiliating and exciting at the same time and down deep I had to admit, I could hardly wait. 

After dinner, I cleaned up while the ladies watched some television and talked. I came into the den and was told to go get ready for the evening's events. It was early, but I had yet to draw a marble for the day. I took care of my pre-milking preparations and headed up to the playroom. I found both ladies waiting for me there. I quickly attached the wrist and ankle cuffs and my wife led me to the rack first. After my ankles and legs were attached she had me draw a marble. Damn, a white one. I had drawn 5 blues before but now that was all for nothing. While I was nowhere near my longest stint without an orgasm, the days were starting to add up. A month while I healed and then the 5 blue marble draws. Now they went back in the bag and I had to start over after 36 days of denial. 

My arms were attached and I was stretched tightly. My chastity tube was removed and lube was liberally applied to my cock. One hand grasped my balls and the other started slow stroking my cock on the way to an "almost orgasm". Ashley pulled up a stool and watched with rapt attention. My wife, Lori, told her that she could feel my cock start swelling and twitching when I got close to orgasm and that is how she knew when to stop. She also told her that if she got me a little too close, she could still stop my orgasm by squeezing my balls really hard. To demonstrate her point she tightly squeezed them until I begged her to stop. Lori then told Ashley that causing slight pain would send me over the edge, but that really hurting me, shut down my orgasm. Ashley nodded. She was like a student learning from the teacher.

After five or six edges, she asked Ashley if she wanted to try it. The look in her eyes was unbelievable. She couldn't say yes fast enough. As she grasped my cock in her hand, my wife continued in teacher mode. She instructed her on how fast to go, hard to squeeze, and was basically teaching her how to tease a cock to the edge and as luck would have it, I was the lab rat. My Mistress then told her to grasp my balls firmly which she did causing a moan to escape my lips. My wife looked at me and menacingly told me not to come under any circumstances. Oh boy was this going to be hard. Here I was strapped to a bondage frame with a beautiful young woman stroking my cock to the edge of orgasm while my lovely wife of 25 years gave her instructions on how to make my torment worse. Even worse was the fact that I didn't even have an orgasm at the end of the evening to look forward to. 

As I got close, Ashley didn't let up. I started breathing hard then began telling my wife that I was very close and about to come. Ashley immediately removed her hand but I was still about to go over the edge when I heard my wife tell her to crush my balls hard. She didn't hesitate and a loud grunt emerged from my lips as she squeezed down unbelievably hard for a small girl. It did the trick and I lost my orgasm. It also made me a little nauseous for a few seconds too.

I heard my wife ask Ashley if she felt my cock swell and twitch right before I told them I was about to come and she replied that she had but didn't recognize it as the sign of an impending orgasm. Lori nodded and told her that I was calmed down enough and for her to start again. Once again she started stroking my cock ever so slowly up and down. Being so close to an orgasm earlier, caused me to get to the edge quicker this time and just before I was going to warn them again, Ashley removed her hand leaving me humping thin air. She had stopped at just the right time to leave me extremely frustrated but not quite close enough to orgasm. Both ladies laughed and clapped. Ashley was excited and told my wife that she felt me swell and twitch and knew it was time to stop. 

They took turns bringing me to the edge of orgasm only to be left denied over and over again until I reached my 20th plateau. My wife then asked if I could be trusted to move to the horse without her replacing the chastity tube and I told her I could. She released me and I moved over to the bondage horse and draped myself across it. I was quickly secured. The table was place beneath my downward pointing cock and the saucer put in place.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as both women pulled on rubber gloves. My Mistress then took the tube of KY and liberally lubricated my asshole. She began gently probing until I relaxed then inserted first one then two fingers. Working them deeper and deeper into my ass she kept up a constant dialogue explaining to Ashley what she was doing. Very soon I felt the familiar sensation of her digitally manipulating my prostate and I heard Ashley say, "Oh my God, his come is running out of him." 

I then heard my wife ask if she wanted to try. She jumped off the stool in response. Lori instructed her to probe deep in my ass and feel for the lump on the brim of my pelvis. I felt her slightly smaller fingers enter me and start probing deeply. In a few seconds I felt her bump my prostate. I decided to just accept my situation and told her she needed to go a little deeper. She did and immediately hit the right spot. I told her she had it. Over the next 20 or so minutes she pressed and massaged my prostate until my wife told her that I was empty. She withdrew her fingers and both ladies removed their gloves. 

Lori then handed her the saucer and told her to feed it to me while she cleaned me up and put my tube back on. The saucer was placed in front of my mouth and I immediately started licking my spunk up. Ashley watched with rapt attention telling my wife how hot this whole scene had made her. My wife then shocked me once again by telling her that I would be glad to eat her to orgasm. With that she clicked the lock shut and started releasing me. I followed them downstairs to the den and was told to fix them both a drink. 

When I returned, Lori was sitting with her legs spread wide fucking herself with a large vibrator while Ashley was gently stroking the lips of her hairless pussy. My Mistress pointed to Ashley and told me that she needed some attention and to get busy. I dropped to my knees and eagerly started licking and sucking the younger woman's sweet pussy. In just a very short time she was humping my face and exploded in orgasm. She literally flooded my mouth and face with her thick, creamy, secretions. Her come was thicker and more copious than my wife's and had a different taste. Not that it was bad, just different. 

As I finished licking her clean, my wife ordered me between her legs and I licked and sucked her clit as she worked the vibe in and out of her pussy until she too exploded in orgasm. After licking her clean, I sat back on the floor only to have Ashley lay me all the way down on my back and plant her hot pussy back on my mouth for more attention. 

I ended up bringing both ladies to orgasm four times each before they were both spent. Ashley retired to our guest room and Lori and I to the Master Suite. After taking a quick shower and getting ready for bed, I took her in my arms and held her very close. In a few minutes she asked what I thought of the evening.

I told her that it was different to say the least. I continued by telling her that it was also extremely exciting and that it had made me so damned horny I didn't think I could stand it. I asked her what made her invite Ashley to join us. Over the next few minutes I was told that while she had no lesbian tendencies whatsoever, she had gotten turned on the first time Ashley had shown up to pierce me. She said that the thought of watching me pleasure another woman with my tongue really turned her own and that when Ashley had expressed an interest in learning how to dominate a man, she put her plan in motion. 

I told her that the humiliation of having someone other than her milk me and feed me my semen was an extreme turn on. Lori then asked if I would like for Ashley to come back another time. I told her it was fine with me, but that it was her decision. She seemed to like this and drifted off to sleep. I lay there a few minutes, my imagination running wild. Who knew where this would go. All I knew was that I was definitely going along for the ride.

To be continued...



Teased and Denied Ch. 07



As my fingers stirred the marbles in the bottom of the bag, my eyes fell on the bowl containing nine blue marbles. I had now been denied for 46 days and was starting to really need an orgasm. I grasped one marble and started withdrawing my hand. Green please be green. My second choice would be for another blue. As my fingers cleared the top of the bag my heart sank. White. Not again. My wife/Mistress, Lori just gave me an evil grin and handed me the bowl. Reluctantly I poured the nine blues along with the white back in the bag and replaced it on the shelf.

My wife walked into the den, sat down on the sofa, opened her robe, spread her legs, and said, "Eat me". I quickly dropped to my knees between her legs and buried my face in her hot, wet pussy. I gently licked the creamy secretions from her pussy lips then ever so slowly worked my way up to her engorged clit, sucking the little button into my mouth then moving back to her pussy lips. After a few minutes of this her juices were really flowing and her pussy was opening up. I probed deeply into her hole with my tongue coaxing more pussy cream out then returned to her clit. I continued to alternate between tongue fucking her to sucking her clit until she exploded in orgasm and flooded my mouth with sweet tasting pussy cream. I gently licked her clean as she recovered. 

Lori told me to bring the tool box to the playroom and meet her there. When I entered she handed me the wrist and ankle cuffs and I dutifully put them on then climbed up into position on the rack. She quickly secured me then opened the tool box. Taking and Allen wrench she removed my 1 inch ball stretcher. I must say that having it off for the first time in over a month felt really good. She massaged my balls a minute then picked up the inch and a half size and held it up to my sac. She then picked up the two inch and told me she thought that I could wear it with no problem. Lori then pulled my balls downward and with some difficulty closed the stretcher around my scrotum. She finished by inserting and tightening the Allen screws. Looking up she asked how that felt and I had to tell her it was a little uncomfortable. My balls were really trapped tightly in the bottom of my scrotum. My Mistress said that we would watch them closely and if they started swelling or turning blue or something, we would drop back to the smaller size. 

She spent a few minutes bouncing them back and forth causing me to moan in pleasure and pain both. I then saw her remove the key from her neck and unlock my tube. My cock sprang immediately to erection. Lori then lube me up and began what would turn out to be over an hour of teasing and torment. She stroked slowly up and down until I was right on the edge then she would slap my balls until I calmed down followed by pinching the tip of my poor dick very hard between her thumb and forefinger. Over and over again she brought me to the edge then cruelly ruined the pleasure by torturing my cock and balls. After four or five cycles she would mount my face and have me lick and suck her beautiful pussy. Mercifully she finally tired of the game and I was actually thankful when the ice pack was applied to my tortured cock. I was soon locked away again. 

Four days later I was pulling yet another blue marble from the bag. It was now fifty days since my last orgasm. This matched my longest period of denial and the bad news was that I wasn't going to come today. At least it was Sunday and I would get some small amount of relief when I was milked later tonight. Lori smiled as I dropped the blue marble into the bowl to join the three already there. My balls were very sore from the larger ball stretcher but hadn't swelled so the two incher was still in place and wasn't going anywhere until time to increase the size again. As my Mistress turned to go into the kitchen, she informed me that Ashley would be by later to help with my milking. 

Hearing this caused mixed emotions in me. Ashley was a very attractive woman and I had enjoyed eating her to numerous orgasms a few weeks ago while my wife watched. Her pussy secretions had been thicker and more copious than my wife's. She also tasted a little different. Not bad, just different. I would relish the opportunity to pleasure her again. On the other hand when she had been here before the two ladies seemed to feed off of each other and I was really put through the ringer so to speak. My wife enjoyed the role of teacher and Ashley was an eager student. My fears were confirmed when Lori told me that Ashley had asked her about how she punished me and if she only did it when I was bad or if she did it just because it turned her on. I always thought that Ashley had a sadistic streak. I mean she pierced men's and women's genitals for a living. That should tell you something. I suddenly had a sick feeling in my stomach and my wife didn't help when she told me that I was in for a long, long evening.

I fixed some lunch and cleaned up after we ate. About 2 or so Ashley showed up. She immediately told Lori that thinking about torturing me had her so hot and wanted to know if I could eat her to orgasm right then. Lori grinned and told her that she needed to run some errands and would be gone for 2-3 hours. She handed her the key to my tube and told her to have fun as she was going out the door. Ashley stripped off her shorts, sat back on the sofa, spread her legs, and told me to eat her out. I dropped to my knees and began pleasuring her dripping pussy. Her juices were literally running down her legs and when her pussy lips opened up, there was also a large amount of creamy, off-white, mucous pooled inside. I ran my tongue inside and scooped some of the goo out. It had a slightly different taste than from what I remembered from before, but it wasn't bad, just different. I continued to alternate between licking her juices and eating her cream until she flooded my mouth with even more pussy cream mixed with thinner juice. I gently licked her until she regained her composure. 

She stood up and removed her top then told me to meet her in the playroom. I knew then she was far from through with me and I was slightly shocked that my wife had left me with her. 

After I was secured to the frame, she removed my tube and began slowly stroking my hard cock. The whole time she was bringing me closer and closer she was asking me if I liked the way she tasted. I assured her that I truly loved eating her cream. As I neared orgasm, she stopped stroking leaving me thrusting in thin air. After all it had been fifty days and to say that I was horny was an understatement. 

After I recovered, she started again with both the stroking and the dirty talk. After the fifth or sixth cycle, she mounted my mouth and had me eat her to another very wet orgasm. She recovered and resumed my torment. As she stroked me she asked me again how she tasted and again I told her very good. She asked if it was different than when she first arrived and although I hadn't thought about it, I had to admit that the first creamy secretions I had eaten from her pussy did taste a little stronger and saltier. Just as I was about to come she removed her hand and squeezed my balls telling me that she had let her boyfriend fuck her right before she came over. Continuing she laughingly told me that I had eaten his come out of her pussy. 

The reality hit me and made me a little mad. I was also humiliated. I looked at her and she not to worry, she wouldn't tell anyone else. She then informed me that Lori knew all about it and was in on the plan. With that she again started bringing me to the edge of orgasm only to be denied again. My mind was reeling. I didn't know what I thought about the situation. My wife knew and approved. Worst of all I wasn't nearly as disgusted as I felt I should be. 

I had absolutely no desire to have a homosexual experience but eating another man's creampie had not been the total turn-off I thought it would be. In fact my cock was still just as hard as it had been before I was told. I didn't know what to think. I also didn't know what to expect when Lori returned. Would she bring it up? Should I? Would Ashley? Would I be forced to do this again? Would I be told she had another man's load in her pussy or would she just mount my mouth and force me to eat it? What if I was not restrained and she told me to eat her creampie? Would I do it? If I didn't would my Mistress punish me? So many questions and I couldn't come up with a single answer. I guess time would tell. 

I was brought back to reality by a burning desire to blow my wad but once again the pleasure giving hand was removed just in time. Lori was right. I was truly in for a long, long, evening.

A few minutes later my wife appeared, quickly stripped off her clothes, and mounted my mouth while Ashley continued to tease and torment my cock and balls. From time to time, Lori would ask me if I enjoyed eating Ashley's cum filled pussy earlier which only added to my humiliation. Much to my displeasure my cock would, if anything, get harder. I was truly turned on by humiliation and both of the ladies had figured that out. 

Over the next several hours, I was teased, tortured, and humiliated. They started calling me their little cum eater. God I was embarrassed and excited at the same time. My only respite was when I was released to fix dinner and clean up. I was then told to prepare myself for my milking. Ashley handled the milking as my lovely wife watched, giggling in delight as I started dripping come from my cock before Ashley ever touched my prostate. Just her fingers penetrating my ass started my stream. Again I was humiliated and turned on at the same time. 

At last the long evening was over and Ashley left but as she left she said that she might bring me another creampie tomorrow. I felt myself blush as the words rolled off her tongue.

Lori and I retired to the master suite where we cleaned up and crawled into bed. My wife guided my head down between her legs and had me lick her to another orgasm as she told me how hot it made her to think about me eating another man's come from Ashley's pussy. With that she exploded in orgasm and fell fast asleep as I gently licked her clean. I crawled up, took her in my arms and thought about the events of the evening. I realized that being totally controlled by a strong, beautiful, woman or in this case two of them is what was turning me on. Tricking me into eating her boyfriend's semen was only the result. I drifted off to sleep wondering if she was truly coming back tomorrow and if I really wanted her too. 

To be continued...



Teased and Denied Ch. 08



I awoke the next morning in extreme discomfort. My cock was trying to get hard but of course to no avail. I got up and headed down to start coffee and breakfast. The whole time I was still unsure about the events of the night before. I still didn't know exactly how I felt about eating another man's creampie. No, I was turned on. I just wasn't sure why. I really think it was the fact that I was being forced to do something I really didn't want to do. I really didn't want to eat another man's come but I did like being dominated and controlled. With that thought I resigned myself to continue to follow the instructions of my wife. If that entailed following Ashley's instructions too, then so be it. I felt better.

I carried my Lori some coffee. She was in the bathroom when I got to the bedroom. I set the cup on her bedside table and waited for her to emerge. When she did she climbed on the bed on all fours and spread her legs wide giving me access to her pussy. I quickly licked the droplets of urine from her. She then lay back, spread her legs, and told me to give her an orgasm. I quickly buried my tongue deep in her pussy. As I licked and sucked she started telling me that she really hoped Ashley followed through with another creampie today because she really wanted to see me eat it. I know I blushed but kept at my task. Very soon she erupted in orgasm and I licked her clean. She finished her coffee and got up to take a shower. I returned to the kitchen and prepared her breakfast and another cup of coffee. 

The morning went as usual. Lori left to do some shopping and I cleaned the house and got lunch together. She returned about one and we ate then I cleaned up. Around three the phone rang and Lori answered. I only heard half the conversation but I knew it was Ashley and that she would be over around six or so with my special treat. I felt butterflies in my stomach start up again. 

Lori told me that she had no intention of restraining me and that I had better do as I was told. The ball whipping I had received several months ago was still fresh on my mind and I had no doubt I would be punished at least that bad if not worse.

At 6:05 Ashley arrived. She came in, stripped off her sundress, sat down on the sofa and spread her legs. I could see fluid on the insides of her thighs, and when her pussy lips gaped open I could see a pool of off-white jism nestled in her pussy. She looked at me and said "come and get it". 

I have to admit, I hesitated and swallowed hard. My wife quickly stopped any thought of rebellion with a curt order to get busy. I was beaten. I dropped to my knees and positioned myself between Ashley's outstretched legs. Slowly I lowered my face to the gooey mess that was her pussy. I began by licking the moisture from the inside of her thighs. Now that I knew what it was, I could detect the familiar taste of semen from my own experiences of eating my own. I continued to lick her thighs then moved to the lips and licked them clean. I could put it off no longer and plunged my tongue deep into her messy hole, scooping the creamy secretions out with my tongue and into my mouth. I continued this until I felt Ashley tense up and explode in orgasm squeezing the remainder of the semen mixed with her own sweet nectar into my mouth and down my throat. I licked her clean while she recovered. 

When I looked around at Lori, she was sitting in a large chair with her legs draped over each arm. She had three fingers buried in her pussy which was literally dripping on the upholstery of the chair. I didn't even ask, I move between her legs and began licking and sucking her pussy until she too exploded in orgasm. It was very hot scene to say the least.

I then got up and proceeded to fix dinner while the girls basked in the afterglow of their orgasms. While the three of us ate, the ladies kept exchanging looks at each other making me wonder what was up. Finally Ashley broke the silence by asking my wife if she wanted to tell me or should Ashley herself do it. Lori began by telling me that it had all been a ruse. She had collected some of my semen after each of my recent milkings. Ashley had stored it in the refrigerator and injected it into her pussy right before she came in the house. It was a creampie made with my sperm that I had eaten the last two days. Lori told me they did it just to mess with my head. Boy did it ever. Then the other shoe dropped. Ashley said that now that she knew I would do it, the next creampie would not be one of my own making. 

I cleaned up from dinner and Ashley left. Lori went up to shower and I soon followed. After my shower Lori met me at the door and told me she wanted to play a little tonight so we headed off to the playroom. I was soon tightly strapped down and my Mistress removed my chastity tube. She began by stroking me very softly until I was panting with desire. That is when she introduced a new twist. While stroking me with her left hand, she lubed up her right and started probing my ass until I relaxed then inserted first one then two fingers working them in and out as she teased me. The pleasure was unbelievable. I couldn't stop myself from thrusting into her hand which only caused her to laugh and remove it. After who knows how long she tired of the game and announced that I hadn't drawn a marble today. 

Lori retrieved the bag and asked if I would like for her to draw the marble for me. Since I was secured, I nodded and her hand plunged into the bag. She turned slightly away and I couldn't really see her hand as she withdrew it but I heard her say "too bad, another white". My heart sank as I watched her dump the blues that had already been drawn back in the bag. Fifty one days and counting. I was beginning to go insane with the desire to come. 

My wife mounted my mouth and I began my task of pleasuring her when she pulled away and slid down my body to my cock. She slowly impaled herself on my very hard cock telling me she just wanted to feel me in her for a few minutes and to be sure I controlled myself. The pleasure of her hot, wet, pussy was indescribable. There was no way I could last very long like this but she just kept up a slow pace all the time telling me not to come. 

I was getting closer and closer and began to tell her she needed to stop. She didn't act like she heard me. I was really fighting to control my orgasm and was losing rapidly. I almost scream for her to stop. She leaned down and whispered in my ear that the marble had really been green as she impaled herself deeply on my twitching cock. I exploded. Wave after wave of pleasure emanated through my body. It seemed that time stopped as my balls contracted time after time against the ball stretcher. Even though I had been milked the night before, I produce quite a load filling my wife's hot pussy with my semen. 

I finally slumped in my bonds when the last contraction was done. Lori was sucking on my nipples which I realized now had intensified my orgasm even more. I then felt her moving up on my body and soon she had planted her come filled pussy on my mouth. I quickly started licking and sucking her clean scooping globs of my come from deep inside her hot hole. I then moved up and began tonguing her sensitive clit until she rewarded me with an orgasm of her own, her pussy muscles squeezing what was left of my come mixed with her juices into my awaiting mouth.

After I was locked and released, we made our way to the bedroom where after quick trips into the bathroom for nightly routines we crawled into bed. As she snuggled up to me she began to gently massage my balls. I told her how intense my orgasm had been. We both agreed that the longer I was denied, the more intense my orgasm was. I then told her that the orgasm games were fun and that I would like to play them from time to time but that we didn't have to do it all the time. When Lori asked what I meant, I continued telling her that since I really didn't know when I would orgasm again anyway that sometimes she could just tell me she would let me come when she thought I deserved it. Lori really liked that so we agreed that we would not have a game this cycle. 

Just before she drifted off to sleep, I was informed that she wanted to test the theory about my orgasms being better the longer I went without. I realized then that I was probably looking at more than fifty or so days until my next one. I asked if that is what she meant and my fears were confirmed. I was told that she was thinking about somewhere in the hundred or so day range and with that she drifted off to sleep leaving me to contemplate my fate.

To be continued...



Teased and Denied Ch. 09



Days turned to weeks and weeks to months. Lori continually teased and tormented my poor cock and balls for hours at a time 3 or 4 times a week. I was milked weekly as usual. Ashley made appearances from time to time but as yet had not brought me another creampie to eat. I was hoping she had forgotten. After a couple of months Lori removed my ball stretcher and was again able to skip a size. I was now tightly encased in a three inch ball stretcher and once again my balls were very sore.

Another Sunday rolled around and life was progressing as usual. Just after dinner Sunday night my wife instructed me to go make my milking preparations early because Ashley was on her way over. When she arrived she immediately moved to a large chair and slipped out of her mini-skirt. Sitting down and spreading her legs, she grinned at me and told me she had brought me a surprise. I knew what it was. There was fluid on the inside of her thighs in addition to coating her pussy lips. As her "flower" opened up I could see that it was literally full of grayish white clumps of semen. Lori spoke two words, "Eat her". Reluctantly I knelt between her legs and began to lick the moisture from her thighs and pussy lips. After finishing there I tentatively delved my tongue into her slimy hole. The taste of this mystery sperm was similar to mine but stronger. Ashley laced her fingers behind my head and pulled my mouth and tongue firmly against her pussy. She then contracted her pussy muscle squeezing the semen into my mouth. I continued to lick and suck her until she tensed in orgasm and squeezed the rest of the goo into my mouth. I dutifully licked her clean as she recovered. 

Only a few seconds after Ashley orgasmed, I heard my wife moan in pleasure and looked around to see that she had been fucking herself with a vibrator and was very close to orgasm herself. I quickly moved over and sucked her clit into my mouth sending her over the edge. After licking the cream from her pussy I licked her vibrator clean. 

God I was horny. It had been 106 days since my last orgasm and I was really starting to go insane with desire. I'd do just about anything right now just to orgasm. After the ladies recovered we headed up to the playroom. At least I'd get milked and maybe that would relieve some of my desire. 

I was strapped to the horse, unlocked from my tube, and the table and saucer were put in place. The ladies gloved up and I felt the cool KY gel being applied to my ass. Ashley was going to do the honors tonight and began probing my ass by inserting her fingers. Hers were thinner than my wife's and I felt her shove a third then a fourth through my sphincter. She worked them in and out for a few minutes and then I heard Lori say "go for it". With that I felt her start pressing even harder and in a few seconds her whole hand slipped inside. I grunted as she continued to work in and out. 

She pressed deep and deeper until I felt her actually grasp my prostate between her thumb and two fingers. I tensed up as the effect was electrifying. Lori squealed with delight as semen started actually squirting out of my cock. She then grasped my cock with a lubricated hand and started stroking it slowly as Ashley squeezed and massaged my prostate. My mind was reeling. The sensations I was experiencing were unbelievable and my desire for pleasure took over my whole being. 

I don't know how long this continued but I realized that Lori was talking dirty to me as she stroked faster and faster. I was thrusting as best I could while Ashley continued to fist fuck my ass and squeeze my prostate. Very soon I was on the edge of an orgasm and grunted that I was about to come. My wife squeezed my cock firmly and told me to go ahead. I felt my balls contract against the stretcher as Ashley squeezed even harder on my prostate. 

The first orgasmic wave hit me like a freight train. I actually howled in pleasure as I thrust hard against the horse. Lori continued to squeeze and stroke my cock as Ashley continued her onslaught. Contraction after contraction wracked my body until I slumped in total exhaustion. I vaguely remember my wife's young student pulling her hand from my ass and I also remember that I felt rather open back there. Lori continued to squeeze every drop of semen from my still hard cock until I was finally spent. I felt a warm cloth bathing both my ass and cock. 

Lori move to my face and asked if I had recovered. I weakly nodded and she produced the saucer that was literally brim full of my ejaculate. She then said "you better get busy; you have quite a bit to clean up". I dutifully started licking and sucking the fluid from the saucer as my cock was plunged into an ice water bath. As I was licking the last bit of jism from the plate I heard the familiar click of the chastity tube lock.

As we lay in bed later, Lori told me she wanted to ask me a few questions and wanted me to answer them truthfully, not tell her what I thought she wanted to hear. I told her to fire away. First she wanted to know how I felt about eating another man's come from Ashley's pussy. I thought for a minute then told her that I really didn't like doing it, but that it was an extreme turn on to be forced to do it. I continued by telling her that being forced to do something you didn't want to do was what being submissive was really all about. It wasn't about the actual act, it was about the mindset. I ate the creampie because I was ordered to do so by my Mistress. She nodded in understanding.

She then asked if I wanted to do it again. I told her that it was not my decision. I didn't want to do it at all but if she ordered me to then I had no choice in the matter. It was the fact that I had no choice that made it exciting. I would certainly do it again if it pleased her. If I refused, she had the option of punishing me.

She then asked if I enjoyed Ashley's visits. I told her that I thought Ashley was a very attractive woman and that I truly enjoyed pleasuring and submitting to her. She then asked if I wanted her to continue to visit and I responded again that it was not my decision. She, as my Mistress, would decide that. She grinned and nodded and then added that I would definitely be seeing Ashley again and that I could count on eating many more creampies from her pussy.

Lori then asked how my orgasm had been. I told her it was the most intense experience I had ever felt. She motioned for me to elaborate. I told her that having Ashley's whole hand up my ass was definitely a different experience but was pleasurable in a way. The sensation that I felt when she actually gripped my prostate was very hard to describe but something that I would really like to experience again. I continue by telling her that the combination of prostate stimulation and her stroking me to orgasm at the same time really ramped up the pleasure. Lastly I told her that I felt like the long period of denial also had something to do with the intensity of my orgasm. 

She looked at me and asked if there was anything else about my orgasmic intensity I wanted to tell her. I shrugged and told her that the weekly milkings did alleviate some sexual frustration and that if she really wanted my desire to increase that maybe we should do it only every 2-3 weeks. That should be often enough to prevent any health issues but far enough apart to not reduce my desire. She thought this was a good idea. She added that she enjoyed Ashley helping out with the milking and that this way she could be present for most of them. 

Lori then told me that she appreciated my honesty and felt that she should be honest with me. She told me that whenever we weren't playing an orgasm game that I would be denied at least 100 days and probably a lot more. I swallowed hard. 106 days had been bad and that was with weekly milking. If the milkings were reduced I would really be a basket case. Oh well, I had brought it up and had really asked for this. My wife was becoming quite the dominatrix. 

Her last question was again about me eating a mystery creampie. She wanted to know how I would feel if she herself were to bring me a special treat. She continued by telling me that she knew a guy who had been hitting on her pretty hard. While she was not interested in him romantically, he was very good looking and while dancing with him one evening he had gotten an erection. She said he was much bigger than her largest vibrator and that she couldn't rid herself of the thought of having that monster thrusting in and out of her pussy. 

Whoa, how did I feel about that? After a few moments thought, I told her that I had agreed to service and pleasure her in any way she desired. Her pleasure is all that really mattered to me so if she wanted to have some "strange stuff", I was ok with it. After all she had shared me with Ashley. As to eating his creampie, I reiterated that it was not my decision. I would follow her orders without question. 

She hugged me tightly and told me that she really appreciated that attitude. Lori then told me that he had invited her to go out for drinks and "whatever" on Friday night. The then said, "It looks like I'll be accepting that invite and it appears that you'll be eating another mystery creampie." Lori told me that Friday I would have to give her a bath, shave her legs and trim her pussy hair, and help her get dressed for her evening out. I told her that it would be my pleasure. She thought it might be a good idea for Ashley to come over and look after me while she was out. She then added that she might even bring me a special treat to whet my appetite and with that we both drifted off to sleep.

To be continued...



Teased and Denied Ch. 10



I have received some feedback that the story is going too far into the cuck category. That was not my intention. I have also received feedback from some who like the direction it has taken. All I can say is to please bear with me and allow the story to progress. This chapter was actually set up in Chapter 9 and I don't feel it would be of benefit to just abandon the story line. I can tell you that Chapter 11 is almost finished and the tale does take a slightly different direction. Much remains the same, but there will be different adventures that I hope will appeal to all who choose to read this. Thanks for the comments and please keep them coming.

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As the week progressed my level of sexual excitement grew. Damn, I was turned on by the thought of my beautiful wife getting fixed up and going out to be with another man. I kept imagining her on her back while this faceless man drove his cock deep into her hot hole. In my mind I could hear her moans of pleasure as he had his way with her. Why the Hell that turned me on, I have no idea. I guess it had something to do with my submissive mindset. 

Friday evening arrived and I lovingly attended to Lori's preparations. I washed her hair, soaped and rinsed her body, shaved her legs, then carefully trimmed the hair on her pussy. I carefully shaved the hair from her asshole and pussy lips but left a trimmed patch on her mons. After drying and brushing out her hair, I applied body lotion and some perfume. I then helped her into a pair of black thong panties and half cup black bra which pushed her ample bust upwards enhancing her already nice cleavage. I then slipped a black silk halter dress over her head and helped smooth it down. It had a very deep plunging neckline that ended just about where the bra started. Her dress was sheer enough that her hard nipples were easily seen. Obviously she was turned on by this whole affair. Pun intended. As for me, my cock was aching with desire and continually attempted to burst free of its cage. Lori did her own make-up but had never needed much and before I knew it she was ready to go. 

She was to meet her mystery man at a small lounge at 7:00. She had about a 30 minute drive and had told Ashley to show up about 6:30. The doorbell rang at precisely that time and Ashley stepped into to room. My wife gave me a kiss, handed Ashley the key to my tube, and left. Ashley immediately stripped, sat back in a chair, spread her legs, and told me to get busy. I knelt down and lowered my face to her pussy and sure enough it was an absolute gooey mess. There were streaks of come on both legs and some had already dried on her pussy lips. I quickly began licking her clean thinking about the fact that this was the first of two creampies I'd be eating tonight.

Over the course of the evening, Ashley had me strapped to the frame and spent a couple of hours bringing me to the edge of orgasm over and over. From time to time she would mount my mouth and ride my tongue to orgasm then resume teasing and tormenting my cock. It was obvious that she had been talking to Lori because from time to time she would swat my tender balls with the dreaded wooden spoon causing me to groan in pain. Then it was back to the teasing again. 

Lucky for me she decided I'd had enough or rather maybe she had. Anyway, she locked me back up and told me that I should take a shower and get ready for Lori to return home. After I cleaned up, I joined her in the den and we watched television until we heard Lori's car pull into the garage. Ashley met her at the door and told her that she had to go. 

My wife stepped into the room. It was obvious that she was no longer wearing her bra. Her nipples were very erect. There was dried semen on the side of her face and neck and several wet spots on her dress where she had obviously pulled it over her head when she got ready to leave. I doubted very seriously she was wearing her thong either. I looked at her legs and there were several still wet semen trails that ran from under her dress all the way down to her knees. I stood up and took her hand and led her to the den. I quickly removed her dress confirming the absence of her thong.

As I looked her up and down there was come everywhere. Dried and semi-dried globs were scattered over her chest and on her breasts. There was some in her hair. There was a creamy mess in her naval. Her pussy hair was matted down with semi-dry semen. I eased her down into a large chair and draped her legs over the arms, spreading her wide. Dried semen was all over her pussy and on the inside of her thighs. Some of the semen had run down to her asshole and was partially dried there also. Her pussy lips were red and angry looking. Her pussy was gaped open and I could see cum pooled inside. Her pussy had been thoroughly fucked.

She gave me the sexiest look I have ever seen and said, "God I'm so hot. Lick me clean". I dove in. I started kissing her then moved over and licked the dried semen from her face and neck. I moved down and started cleaning all the dried and semi-dried come from her chest then moved down to her navel. My tongue scooped the other man's jism out of it and I swallowed it down. I move down and started licking first one leg clean then moved to the other. I finally moved to her well fucked pussy. I began by licking and sucking the clumps of semen from her pussy hair trying my best to clean it up. 

After doing my best there I moved down and started sucking her pussy lips into my mouth cleaning them too. My wife was moaning continuously at this time so I drove my tongue deep into her pussy and started coaxing clumps of semen out and into my mouth. Lori exploded in orgasm. Her spasms served to force a very large load of come from the depths of her pussy. I affixed my mouth to her hot hole and sucked the come out of her for all I was worth. This guy must have come like a horse. I kept getting mouthful after mouthful until I was finally satisfied that Lori was clean. I then helped her up and led her to the bathroom where I lovingly helped her into the shower where I cleaned and washed what little semen I had missed from her body.

I then helped her to the bed, where she handed me the key to my tube. I removed it and she lay back, spread her legs and told me to fuck her good. I slammed my rock hard cock home and blew my load into her well used pussy. After moving down and licking her clean I turned off the light and crawled in beside her. As I wrapped my arms around her she sleepily said "Thank you for allowing me that", and fell asleep. I lay there holding her tightly until I too fell asleep. 

To be continued... 



Teased and Denied Ch. 11



Over the next several years, life has continued on. We have become comfortable in our new lifestyle. I am happily submissive and my wife has become quite the Dom. She honestly relishes teasing and torturing my cock and balls, leaving me frustrated for months on end. 

Orgasm games are still played from time to time but mostly my wife just decides if and when I get to orgasm. The longest she has forced me to go was 271 days. God I was a basket case. My usual denial time is around 150 days, give or take. I don't like it, but what can I do? I am milked on average about every 3 weeks and this has become the norm for several years.

Ashley still comes by for visits on a regular basis. She has successfully enslaved her boyfriend and uses all the tricks that Lori has taught her. She still brings me a creampie to eat from time to time. I never know who it is from.

My wife continues to go out and get some "strange stuff" from time to time and I always lick her body clean afterwards. She never tells me who the maker of the creampie I am eating is. When we are out with a group as a "normal couple" I always wonder if any of the men in the group are someone she has been with. I have never found out and guess I never will. 

I'm going to fast forward to the present but to catch you back up I'm going to paste in the end of the first chapter of my story. Here it is:

I lay there, totally helpless and barely able to move at all. My extremely hard cock giving away the excitement I felt. It was throbbing and bouncing with every beat of my heart. My wife moved between my spread legs and started massaging my aching balls with her hands. Being tightly forced to the end of the sac by the ball stretcher, they were always tender and sensitive. She would grasp them and roll them around in her hand squeezing tighter and tighter until I groaned. She would stop for a moment then start again. If possible my cock got even harder. Once again she grasped my balls and started the kneading torture again. I groaned and she just giggled. This went on for some time. She wasn't squeezing hard, but for the past 27 days I had suffered this torture and my balls were extremely tender. 

She finally tired of this and took the warmed lubricant and coated my cock with it. She then took my hard cock in her hand and ever so slowly stroked first up to the tip, then down to the base taking at least 15-20 seconds for each cycle. The sensation was unbelievable and if I hadn't been secure, I would have thrust upwards violently into her hand. As she got to the tip, she would remove her hand then very lightly trace the vein around the head for a few seconds before returning to the slow stroking. Let me tell you my friends the urge to orgasm was extremely great and the stimulation was reaching emergency levels. 

I had no idea if today was the day I would orgasm or not. She had devised some complicated game that incorporated my age with the cycle of the moon and when Easter was or something like that. It didn't really matter. I would receive an orgasm when she wanted me to and not before. I only hoped it would be today. This latest teasing method was maddening. Again her hand slipped off the tip and I again thrust upwards, as far as possible considering my condition, trying to keep contact with that hand that held so much pleasure. Again the maddening tracing of the ridge around the head and then back down my shaft again. I was starting to lose the capability for rational thought. 

My desire to orgasm had reached a feverish level but she only smiled and kept up the agonizingly slow pace. I heard her ask if I really wanted to come and I almost screamed yes. She then told me that she would have to check her calculations but that she didn't think I was anywhere close to my "O-day". That's what she called the day I got relief. I began babbling and pleading with her, telling her I didn't think I could take much more. She laughed and said that she would try and take my mind off my hard cock for a few minutes. 

Although I loved the feel of her hand on my cock I was glad the teasing torture was over for now. I watched as she attached a bungee cord to the small hook on the back side of the ball stretcher. She then pulled it upwards pulling it tightly against my aching balls and attached it overhead to a hook suspended from the ceiling. I groan with pain then cringed when she told me that I would be doing a lot more groaning very shortly. She then taped my engorged cock to my stomach with duct tape telling me that she didn't want it getting in the way. I gasped when I saw the wooden spoon in her hand and an evil glint in her eye. I knew then that I was in for a serious ball paddling. 

She then climbed up on the frame facing my feet and lowered herself to my mouth. She then shifted forward a little and told me she had been reading about ass licking and wanted to try it. I was told to get my tongue busy and eat her ass. I groaned as I felt the first tap from the wooden spoon and immediately started probing her ass with my tongue. She moaned with pleasure as my tongue darted in and out pressing harder and harder at her sphincter until it relaxed and I rammed my tongue deep into rear hole. The more pleasure I gave her, the harder she hit my balls. I was groaning in pain almost constantly but didn't dare stop tongue fucking her ass. After who knows how long, I felt her tense up and explode in orgasm, her asshole squeezing my tongue tightly as she came. Mercifully she quit whipping my balls, but they still ached with a deep pain that would linger for hours if not days. She then moved her ass off my tongue and had me lick and suck her pussy while she recovered from her orgasm. 

After a few minutes, she grinned at me and told me that she really enjoyed my tongue up her ass and that she would definitely have to experience that again. She left to go to the bathroom and when she returned, she mounted my face and I began to lick the droplets of urine from her pussy. 

All of a sudden she filled my mouth to overflowing with urine telling me not to spill a drop. I swallowed and returned to cleaning her pussy when she filled my mouth again. She giggled as I swallowed another mouthful and she then told me that she thought I might be thirsty. She then asked if I wanted more. I nodded and was rewarded with another blast and then another. Somewhat more than the normal ounce or two I was used to. 

Taking a warm, wet, cloth she wiped the excess urine from the sides of my face. I whimpered when she ripped the tape off my cock and belly and applied an ice pack to my cock. I was really hoping to orgasm today but it was not to be. While I was losing my erection, she leaned close and whispered in my ear that I had several more days to go before I would get relief. She then put my cock back in its prison and snapped the lock shut. Untying me and releasing my balls, she told me to take a shower, clean up, then fix her some dinner. 

I unsteadily got to my feet and headed off to the bathroom to shower. As I left the room, I saw her smiling at me and felt myself smile also. I had given her pleasure by being at her mercy. It was what I really wanted deep down. I only hoped that she would lay of my balls a little and that I would get to orgasm soon. 

Now that you have been brought back to present day or very near present day I will continue. 

After dinner I cleaned up and then retired to the den with Lori. She was looking at some papers and handed them to me to look at also. It was from an R&D company called the Control Institute and was about a new nerve induction device. Lori told me that the Institute was owned by one of her Femdom friends and that they had invented a small implant for men. She explained that the implant was inserted in an outpatient procedure. The implant itself was powered using the body's normal fluids to set up an electric current in effect forming a small battery. 

I asked what the implant did and she continued by explaining that it was placed near the nerves that control erections, stimulation, and orgasms. Said implant could be controlled by both computer terminal and a hand-held remote. Orgasms could be turned off and no amount of stimulation could produce one. Erections could also be controlled and a cock could be kept hard for hours. To prevent serious damage to the penis the device automatically caused the penis to go flaccid for 15 minutes after 3 hours of erection. 

She finished up her explanation by saying that it also had a stimulation setting where stimulation could be turned completely off or turned to a level five that required the subject to be strapped down to prevent him from doing damage to his penis trying to get off.

She asked what I thought and I told her that it was amazing. Lori told me that she was thinking about have me implanted. By doing so, I wouldn't have to wear the tube anymore. She could just turn my orgasm off and not worry about locking me up. She said that she really liked the feeling of my cock in her pussy and wanted me to be able to mount her and make love any time she wanted but she knew that I wouldn't be able to control my orgasm and she really liked my attitude while I was being denied. She also knew that it turned me on for her to tease, torment, and deny my orgasms. 

She then just bluntly asked if I would consent to it. I told her I had a few questions. She said to fire away. I asked how long the implant lasted and was told that they were good for around 10 years or so. I also asked if there had been any problems with the device malfunctioning and causing problems. She told me that there was also a command that would destroy the device if it did. It was a fail-safe that had been put in to prevent the very problem I was asking about. Finally I basically confirmed that I wouldn't be able to orgasm unless the device was told to allow it. She nodded. I just held up my hands and told her that as I had told her long ago, my cock, balls, erections, and orgasms belonged to her now and whatever she wanted was ok with me. 

Lori jumped up and gave me a big hug and then a very sexy kiss. She then told me that she had anticipated that I would agree and had set up an appointment for day after tomorrow. She then stood up and led me to the bedroom. Sitting down on the bed she pulled me between her legs. She took the key from her neck and unlocked my tube then slipped it off. My cock immediately sprang to attention. I hadn't had an orgasm in over 100 days and hadn't been milked in over two weeks. She lightly stroked me and told me to take it easy and I wouldn't be disappointed. 

Lori then turned around and climbed up on the bed on all fours. She raised her ass high in the air and lowered her face to the bed telling me that she really enjoyed me tonguing her ass and wanted me to do it again. I leaned in and started probing her ass with my tongue. As it relaxed I pressed the tip deeper and deeper until it was deep in her ass. I began to work it in and out, fucking her ass with my tongue. I notice that she had moved her left hand up and was rubbing her clit as I pleasured her ass. Very shortly she tensed, her sphincter tightened around my tongue, and she exploded in orgasm then slumped forward on the bed. I move up on the bed with her and began to lick at her pussy and ass while she recovered. 

My wife then rolled over on her back and spread her legs telling me to fuck her good. I plunged my engorged cock into her wet pussy and exploded in orgasm in only a few strokes pumping load after load of my sperm deep inside her. I collapse on top of her and finally caught my breath. I quickly moved down and began licking her pussy clean bringing her to another orgasm. 

As her breathing returned to normal she hoarsely whispered for me to fuck her again. I needed no more coaxing and plunge my dick into her again. I lasted a little longer this time but was soon depositing another load into her hot hole. Again I licked her clean and again she encouraged me to fuck her again. 

I fucked her five times and licked five loads of come from her pussy until I was spent. As I lay there unable to move she held me close and told me that she hoped I enjoyed it. I told her I really did, but asked her why. She said that I had been very good about putting up with everything she and Ashley did to me. She was also happy that I had agreed to the implant and just wanted to reward me. 

Lori continued by telling me that I would remain unlocked from now on and that until the implant was in place I could fuck her anytime I wanted. All I had to do was ask. I raised my head up and simply said, "Now". She lay back and spread her legs and again I plunged my cock into her hole. I lasted a good long time this round but finally deposited another load into her hot pussy. I immediately move down and licked her clean for the sixth time in about an hour. My cock was actually soft and we held each other as we drifted off to sleep.

Around three in the morning I awakened to a very pleasurable sensation. I realized Lori was in the process of sucking my once again hard cock. The sensation was exquisite and before I knew it, I was pumping my semen into her hot mouth. She continued to nurse me until my contractions subsided and she then moved up and affixed her mouth to mine and shocked me by letting my come run from her mouth into mine. We swapped my come back and forth a few times until she drained it into my mouth and removed her lips from mine. She reminded me that I had to eat what I produced and I quickly swallowed it down. 

Lying back she guided my head between her legs and I ate her to a very intense orgasm. I then move back up and we fell asleep in each others arms again.

Early the next morning I awoke with yet another raging erection. As I positioned myself between Lori's legs she simply spread them wide for me and I sank my cock deep in her hot pussy in one thrust. Again I deposited a load of semen inside her and again I licked it out. I got up and left her sleeping. 

My increased activity continued throughout that day and into the night although it did slow down some. The next morning was much of the same but by mid-morning I was pretty much "fucked out". My cock was sore and flaccid. I'm sure Lori could have gotten me erect again but it would have been a challenge. 

I had averaged 2-3 orgasms/year for the past five years for a grand total of thirteen. Over the past 36 hours I had "shot my wad" 19 times. Damn, what a turn around but it appeared that it was coming to an end. Just before we were ready to head down for my implant, my wife asked if I'd like to try for 20. What kind of question was that? You bet I would. It took a little doing, but using warm lubricant, she stroked me to another satisfying orgasm catching my seed in her hand and having me like her palm clean. We then headed out the door to my appointment.

The Institute was a short half hours drive away. My wife handed me two blue pills to take when we got in the car. She told me that it was Viagra and that I needed to be hard for the procedure and that this was a precaution. We arrived at the facility and it was really first rate. We went in and Lori told the receptionist that Dr. Wagner was expecting us. She directed us to the elevator and an attendant took us up to the correct floor. A female tech was waiting when we exited the elevator and told Lori to go on down the hall to Dr. Wagner's office. The tech then led me to a small exam room.

I was told to disrobe and she made a quick cursory exam. I was then cleaned thoroughly with surgical scrub and led through to another room. 

In the center was a padded table with leg stirrups and the tech had me get on it. She then draped my legs over the stirrups and secured them in place. A harness was placed around my waist and upper thighs resulting in the inability for me to move my groin. My wrists were also secured to the sides of the table. The tech left and I was alone in the procedure room or whatever they called it. 

Very shortly a very attractive woman came through the door trailed by my wife. She came over and sat down on a stool between my legs. She then began an examination of my cock. My balls were hanging very low and she made mention of the fact that the ball stretcher had done a very good job. Lori laughingly agreed then told her she was thinking about taking me to 8 inches. The Dr. nodded and said that she didn't think it would be too much of a stretch. They both laughed at that. 

Dr. Wagner then began telling me that she would insert a urethral sound down the inside of my cock. The implant was secured inside the tip of the sound. The implant would be activated and set at Level 3 stimulation. As she advanced the sound down my urethra, I would start feeling the stimulation. Minor at first then stronger and stronger as it reach the proper level. As she passed the "right spot" the stimulation would subside. I needed to tell her when it started getting less. She would then pull it back and forth a few times to find the exact spot. When the site was located, the implant would be triggered and that would be that. She asked if I had any questions. I didn't.

Lori then asked me if I was sure about this and I told her go get on with it. A sterile pack was opened and a long flexible tube was lubricated. The tech took my erect cock in her hand and the Dr. began to thread the sound down my urethra. When it was a couple of inches in she reached over and entered a command on a computer terminal then continued to insert the tube. I began to get a slight tingle which got more and more intense. At one point I was trying to thrust but my restraint stopped me. A few seconds more and the sensation began to lessen. I told them this and she started withdrawing it causing the stimulation to ramp up again. A few more ins and outs and she was satisfied she was at the right spot. She turned off the stimulation and I relaxed. 

Dr. Wagner then pressed down on a plunger typed device in the end of the sound and I felt a very mild sting. It wasn't bad and was gone as quickly as it had appeared. She then removed the sound from my cock, looked at my wife, and told her that the implant was in place. She then spun around and began typing commands on the computer. She then announced that it was time to test the implant. Why did that give me butterflies? 

My cock was rock hard from both the situation and the Viagra so she began by activating the "lose erection function". Almost immediately my cock deflated. The assistant moved between my legs and using lube started massaging and stroking my cock and balls with a fervor. The sensations were very pleasurable, but no matter how hard she tried, my cock remained flaccid. A couple of keystrokes and I was at full erection again.

She next told Lori that she was deactivating my orgasm. The assistant began her assault on my now hard cock again. She spent a good 15 minutes trying everything in the book to bring me to orgasm. Just about the whole time I was right on the edge and thought I would blow my load at any second, but just as I felt my balls start to contract to prepare for orgasm, the sensation reduced by just enough to prevent release. To say this was frustrating was an understatement.

Dr. Wagner then told Lori that while the assistant worked on my erect cock she would ramp up my stimulation level to three. Click, click, and it was done. I didn't think it possible for me to be more on edge, but the increase in stimulation had me thrusting in my bonds uncontrollably. I also realized that I was moaning in pleasure. In only a few minutes my cock felt like it was on fire. I felt as if the next stroke would bring me to orgasm, but it never happened. I was stuck just on the edge of orgasm but couldn't get off. It was similar to when Lori or Ashley would bring me to the edge but not let me get relief. The difference being that with them, the stimulation was removed while I calmed down but now the stimulation continued without the orgasm I so craved. The increase in frustration and torment was unbelievable. This was truly torture in the worst way. 




Teased and Denied Ch. 11



The tech continued to try and bring me off for 5 or so minutes. The whole time I was on the edge and when the three women finally had mercy on me I was a total basket case. Damn, the future was going to be Hell. My stimulation level was returned to two.

The Doctor then told us that there was only one more test to run and told Lori that the next level would be Level 4. The command was entered and my groin felt like an electric shock hit me. I was violently thrusting upwards and howling with desire. Just as quickly the stimulation arrived, it was gone. She then told Lori that most Dominatrix used that level as punishment for minor infractions. Minor Hell, that was not minor. She continued that they would subject their victim to varying lengths of time at Level 4 ranging from 5-10 minutes. I couldn't imagine being held at that level for that long. Lori and I would have to talk about what infractions would result in this type of punishment and I'd make sure I stayed away from them. 

Dr. Wagner spoke again and told Lori that she would hit me with a few seconds of Level 5 just to show her the violence of the reaction. The assistant tightened my arm and leg bindings the pulled the belly strap tighter. She then fitted a strap over my head and secured my head to the table also. My stomach was not feeling too well when the Dr. asked if I was ready. I swallowed hard when she reached over to her keyboard and hit enter. I can't describe the sensation. It was absolutely mind-blowing. I had no rational thought whatsoever. My only thought was orgasm. It consumed my entire being. Again just as quickly as it hit, it was gone. I knew I never, ever, wanted to experience Level 5 again.

Before I was released, Dr. Wagner programmed two separate remotes for Lori in addition to a laptop computer. She tested the functions on the new remotes and the laptop to make sure they worked. Mercifully she skipped levels 4 and 5 then had the tech release me. After I was dressed I was taken to the Dr.'s office where she and Lori were waiting for me. I was told that the laptop and the remotes were both password protected and that Lori and she were the only two people with the codes.

As we got ready to leave, my erection was deflated and my orgasm left in the off position. Lori flipped the stimulation mode to level two and dropped both remotes in her purse telling me to grab the laptop. Dr. Wagner then told us if we had any problems to let her know. With that we left for the drive home.

To be continued... 



Teased and Helpless



... he knows I'm horny, he's known since the moment he saw me and now he's just going to make it worse.

I wrap my hands around his thick arm and strain up to kiss his neck as we stand in the queue for the Cinema. He smirks impassively as I desperately try to get his attention. I'm wearing my sexiest clothes, had my hair and makeup done especially to turn him on. How dare he even try and resist me. 

"Later Suzy," he says, his deep voice reverberating through my body.

I pout at him, put out, but still restless, unable to get rid of that constant tingle that has been with me since the last time I saw him.

He chuckles at me.

The queue seems to go on forever, but eventually we get to the counter and he orders the tickets. 

The second he picks them up I grab his hand and drag him towards the auditorium, desperate to pull him up to the back row and throw myself at him. 

"Hold on, I'm going to get some popcorn first."

"No, we're going in there NOW!" I hiss.

"Yeah... Right." He says, walking off towards the popcorn stand. 

I sigh, exasperated, half wishing that my body wasn't making me be such a demanding little tart, half hating him for deliberately leaving me like this. 

I follow him like a puppy dog as he takes the longest time possible getting his popcorn and paying for it.

"Take that look off your face Suzy," He says, making fun of my obvious frustration.

I want to stamp my feet and scream.

"Come on, we're going to miss the start." I hiss at him.

"We've got loads of time," He says, and we have.

***

He sits in the middle row. Right in the fucking middle! Where everyone can see us. I could kill him.

I lie my head on his shoulder and place my hand high up his leg. 

"This isn't funny." I whisper in his ear.

"I thought you liked being teased?" 

"Not now"

"Yes now"

"Look... please..."

"Suzy..." His voice low, but penetrating, "remember what you said.... 'Do it when I least want it, make me suffer for as long as you like, and just ignore all me pleading'"

"But..." 

"Shhh, the films about to start."

I hate him. I cross my legs, tight, pressing them together to get some contact on my tingling pussy. I want to masturbate on the floor right there at his feet, in front of everyone. 

As the film progresses I fidget. I can't help it. I can't bear this itch in my panties. It doesn't go away, no matter what I think about.

I start to press my legs tighter together. My foot starts to giggle up and down and the rhythmic waves reach all the way to my little mound. 

I exhale as quietly as I possibly can. Feeling my nipples harden in my tight little top.

My foot pumps harder.

"SUZY" he whispers sharply in my ear. "YOU'RE DISTURBING EVERYONE".

My face burns in the darkness.

His strong hand pushes my top leg off the other. 

"Be QUIET," He hisses.

I sulk with venom in my eyes. I hate him. I hate him so much. 

I try and cross my legs again. He pushes them down and apart. 

"DON'T MOVE," He says, his hand resting high up my thigh. I want to twist and squirm as my nerve endings screech at the sensation.

He beings to draw his finger tips along my bare inner thigh. I stare directly ahead. My eyes wide and desperate. Using all the force in my body to stay still.

His fingertips tease from my knees all the way up to an inch from my pussy, leaving little trails of fire burning along my skin.

To and fro, to and fro. Gently. Driving me insane. My thighs are so sensitive. He knows it. I force a gasp down in my throat. 

I feel the moisture saturate my knickers. The heat between my legs starts to rise, its tortuous rise. I'm simmering there. I can't move. I can't speak. I want to throw my head back and howl.

He doesn't stop.

Tears start to form in my eyes.

"I can't take this anymore" I whisper, not knowing what to say.

His fingers press against my knickers.

My body jerks forward.

He removes his hand.

"Shhhhhh" I want to die of humiliation as the woman behind me taps me on the shoulder.

"Sorry!" I whimper, not looking round, trying to hide the tear that is running down my cheek.

I rest my head against his shoulder weeping softly. He puts his arm round me.

***

I press my body close against his as we leave. Rubbing myself against him. 

"I need it now" I say.

"I know". He laughs. "Fancy a drink?"

"NO"

"Tough."

***

We enter his house.

I throw my hands round his neck and try to kiss him, straining up on my tiptoes. He kisses me back, gently. Stoking my fire. 

He lifts me in his arms and takes me upstairs. I quiver, paralysed with desire. 

He sets me down on the bed and kisses me again. I straddle him, pressing my body against his. Gyrating. Lap dancing for him. Pressing my pussy against his leg and running it up and down. He can't resist this. God, this should be heaven for him. It doesn't make sense, he should be mush, he shouldn't be able to resist me. 

"Take me!" I whisper, pushing my cleavage into his face.

He smiles, as my clothes fall off willingly until I'm in my underwear. My sexiest, most expensive underwear. 

I undo his shirt as he sits on the bed as I dance my sexiest dance. He kisses me, starts to stroke me. God... he's finally giving in. 

I throw my underwear off and gyrate naked. 

He grabs me and forces me to the bed, pushing a groan from my lips. I can feel his erection press against me through his trousers. 

He kisses me deeply and I begin to loose all ability to think. I loose myself in his kiss, in his hands, I'm melting, bubbling, boiling.

His fingers between my legs. My hips start to trust towards his hand. 

Closer. Closer. 

I pant like a whore.

I'm nearly there.

"Arrrrghhhhhhh"

He pulls his hand away. I scream. He pushes me to the bed so I can't move. My pussy drools helplessly onto the sheets.

"WAIT"

Then its back. His hand between my thighs. Instantly I'm close. That burning, black hole of please is just there in front of me. 

I scream again as he stops. My pussy contacts into thin air. 

I can't speak. I choke, crying. Balling my eyes out. 

He presses me against the bed. 

I try and hump against him but I can't. 

My hands try to force their way to my clit, but he won't let them move. He's too strong. Way to strong. 

He roles off me and stands up.

"Time for sleep"

"NO!"

"Time for sleep Suzy" He says angrily.

I roll off the bed and collapse at his feet.

"Please Master" 

I crawl looking up at him.

"Please"

"No"

I press my mouth against his trousers and unzip.

He doesn't say a thing as I draw his hard cock into my mouth. Sucking desperately like I want him to suck on my clit. 

He strokes my hair and starts to let out satisfied grunts of pleasure.

I suck harder.

He pushes my face away and grunts. His cum spurting out onto my face. 

I move my hand to wipe it off.

"Don't you dare." He slaps my hand away.

I whimper. Degraded. On fire. Helpless.

"Now lie down in the bed and go to sleep."

I start to cry again, but I do as he says. The cum dribbling over my features and over my lips, turning me up, driving me higher. God I'm such a slut.

He undresses, kisses me on the cheek and slides into bed next to me.

"Night Suzy" he says.

***

I fidget. I can't help it. My pussy is on fire. Its disturbing him, I can tell.

He flicks on the light.

"You're keeping me awake Suzy."

"Sorry" I whimper.

He reaches into his bedside draw and drags out some leather cuffs. He holds me down, before cuffing me to the bed rail. I whimper gently, knowing that if I utter so much as a word he's going to gag me as well.