9 comments/ 93866 views/ 41 favorites Three Agonizing Days By: TenthDoctor When she came down to greet me at the lobby of her dorm building, nobody -- not the security guards nor the other students nor the people passing by on the streets -- could have guessed what was going on. I was in a suit, she in a sexy (but not slinky) red dress that made the red in her hair pop. They'd have thought we were prepared for a classy night on the town (as classy as college students could afford, I suppose). If they had been paying close enough attention to her knowing smirk and my short, fearful breaths, they would probably have known something else was going on. We checked in and went up the elevator silently, before we walked into her dorm. Her roommates were gone, as she had planned. I walked in, put my back down in the corner, and stood in the center of the room. She had told me that as soon as we got in I was to stand there and keep my eyes down. I was not to speak unless spoken to. She locked the door behind her and walked over to me with a grin. She circled around me, inspecting her prize. It was quite literally her prize, because of the bet we had made. She seemed to read my mind when she took my chin firmly in her hand, pulled my gaze to hers, and said, "What was our bet?" "Over who would win the video game." Given that it was a baseball video game and she knew little about sports, I figured I had a genuine shot at beating her, even though I never played video games. She brutalized me. "And what did I win?" "My body, for three days." I was technically free at midnight tonight, about six hours from now, because we had not seen each other since the game. But that hadn't stopped her from taking advantage of her new power. She pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me and crossed her legs, giving me a nice view of her thigh. I trembled. "You've been following my instructions to the letter, I assume." "Yes." "You haven't cum these past three days." "No." "And you have watched all the videos I emailed you." "Yes." "And you stimulated yourself whenever I told you, exactly how I told you." "Yes." "And you thought of me every time." "Yes." "And moaned my name every time." Ericaaaa .... "Yes." She smiled, a smile of pride, though I couldn't tell if it was pride in me for being obedient or pride in herself for being so cruel. Cruel was hardly the word for it; she hadn't given me a break. I could barely sleep due to my constant arousal. I did not have the words for how horny I was. But I didn't have to say it; I knew she could tell from the way I was standing, breathing, looking at her. She stood up and walked another circle around me. "I see you dressed exactly the way I told you. At least as far as I can tell. I assume, other than these pants, there is no fabric between me and this." She ran a fingernail, lightly, up the shaft of my dick through my pants, causing me to inhale loudly. I nodded, because I could not speak. She giggled. She knew that, in my state, it would not be easy to hide my erection, even if I'd been allowed to wear underwear. On the ferry and train to her dorm, I had made every effort to conceal it, though I'm not sure how good a job I did. We were in her bedroom, though, so I no longer needed to worry. "Brought everything?" she asked. "Yes." She went to inspect my bag, which contained a set of restraints, edible heating massage oil, and body chocolate and honey. "Well done," she said, before coming back to face me. She was so, so sexy, her innocent-looking green eyes concealing the cruelty of an expert mistress. I had never seen this side of her before. Out of instinct, I moved to touch her face and kiss her. I wasn't trying to disobey; it was only that, until today, this would have been my natural reaction to what she was doing. My body was acting for me, because I wasn't really capable of thinking. I was quickly corrected. She grabbed my wrists, then gracefully spun behind my back to hold them at the small of my back. Then she whispered in my ear, in a tone of voice that made my blood shiver, "Behave." My knees buckled slightly. I had learned my lesson. She walked towards the door. "Ready to go to dinner?" she asked. I looked at her in shock and fear, over my shoulder, afraid to move. "We're going out!?" I asked. "Of course," she said. "I want to ... show you off." Oh God, show me off? What could she mean? I hated not knowing. And ... loved it. But I prayed to God that she wasn't going to do something insane. Still, I had learned not to protest, and followed her towards the door. When I got there, she wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me in close, as if to kiss me. Naturally, I lunged towards her, but she pulled away, giggling at my desperation for just that little bit of intimacy, that kiss that she was not going to give. She was going to tease the hell out of me. Then I followed her out of the door. We went downstairs and to the subway, and it was too crowded for us to get a seat. In fact, with it being around rush hour, it was downright packed. I knew she was going to use this as an excuse to do terrible things. Of course, given that she planned to "show me off," I had wondered if she needed an excuse, but she'd take it. She of course stood very close to me, her back to my front, and gently rubbed her butt against my crotch the whole time. I did everything I could not to draw attention to myself, and tried not to breathe to heavily, but anybody who looked my way would see me sweating and swallowing. I kept looking around, praying nobody looked our direction. I thought, for a second, that a woman caught sight of me, looking confused, until Erica winked at her, and then she looked back at me with a knowing smirk. It could have all been my imagination, though. Everything was a bit fuzzy. We arrived at our stop, and she led me by the hand off the platform and to a nearby restaurant. I wouldn't have called the place fancy, but it was probably fancier than places we normally ate. Candles on the tables; long, cream-colored tablecloths; waiters with ties; and so on. She told the host we had a reservation under "Erica," and we were led to our table. We were near the center of the room we were in. I couldn't help but wonder if she had planned this for us. What better place to "show me off"? It could have been a coincidence, but then, it seemed more and more like she had plotted everything. Like I said, I had never seen this side of her, but I was pretty sure she was manipulating the situation brilliantly. I thanked God that the room was "romantically lit" -- in other words, pretty much just candles. And I prayed the light background music would be enough to drown me out. Probably not, though. Our waitress brought us our menus and told us what the specials were. Then she asked if we wanted anything to drink. "Can we get a bottle of champagne?" Erica asked as she placed her hand lightly on my knee. "We're celebrating." "Oh!" Our waitress responded. "Celebrating what?" "The culmination of a three-day project." I looked at her in shock. How much was she going to reveal. Please, I thought, please don't say more. Thankfully, the waitress walked away before the conversation could continue. I began to look at my menu. It allowed me to calm my mind a little, thinking about food. That is until, she leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Try not to get hard." Then, with a single smooth move, she unzipped my fly. How could I stay soft? Especially now that she was biting my ear. She was out of her mind and I loved and hated it. Under the tablecloth, my cock was sticking right out of my pants, and it was pulsing in anxiety. I bit my lip; I didn't know how long I could keep myself quiet. Then, she touched me, just a quick brush. I couldn't help it -- I moaned. Thank God, nobody looked, as well as I could tell. She took her hands away when our waitress returned. "Are you ready to order?" she asked. "We are," Erica responded. We hadn't looked at the menu for a second, but we weren't really here for the food. "I'll have the chicken alfredo," she said. "And you, sir?" "I'll have the eggplant roOOOooollatini, please." Yes, she had grabbed me fully as soon as I tried to order. She giggled. "Are you all right?" the waitress asked. "Yes," I barely got out, "yes, fine." "Well, all right," she said, walking away. "Your meal will be right out." When she was gone, Erica said to me, "Do you think she knows?" "I think you made sure of that." She laughed. "Oh, boy, you have a long night ahead of you." Then she leaned in close, stroked me again, and whispered, "Put yourself away and meet me in the bathroom in exactly four minutes." Then she got up and walked away. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down a bit. I put my dick away and zipped up. I could not begin to guess what she had planned for me in the bathroom, but this was beyond what I ever expected of her. She was incredibly sexual, and kinky, but I had never expected this when I made the bet. My hands were shaking. My whole body had goosebumps. It was the physical excitement, yes, but more than that, it was psychological. I felt so vulnerable. I loved being unable to control myself. I loved being "shown off" (assuming it wasn't about to get worse). I love knowing just how much she could use me. But if I didn't settle down, there was no way I would last the rest of the night without cumming. I grabbed the tablecloth and took slow, deep breaths. My hands settled, although my erection had no hopes of going away. Oh fuck. She said "exactly four minutes" and I hadn't looked at the time on my phone. It had to have been four minutes, right? I got up and walked to the bathroom. Thankfully, they were individual, unisex rooms, so I didn't have to walk into the women's room. When I opened the door, she was standing there, hands on her hips, tapping her foot. She looked at her phone. "Five minutes and 27 seconds," she said sternly. "I ... I'm sorry, I didn't know what time it-" "Shut up," she said. I closed my mouth. "I was planning on giving you a chance to taste me," she said, "until you disobeyed. If you're not going to follow the rules, then there really is no chance you're going to get to cum tonight." "Oh God," I said, "I'm sorry!" I trembled at the idea of having to wait longer than I had to. "We'll just see what else happens tonight. In the meantime, I'm just going to have to do this myself." And with that, she slipped off her panties and sat down. Oh God, she wasn't going to ... Yes, she reached down and began touching herself, slowly running her fingers over her pussy. She was always loud and was not about to silence herself because of where she was. She started moaning, loudly. Then she slipped two fingers into herself. I could barely stand up. My knees shook. I whimpered. She got louder and louder, closer and closer. And then, she orgasmed, as loudly as ever. I grit my teeth, and she opened her eyes and looked at me. She smiled evilly, then stood up and walked to me. "Clean my fingers," she said, and I licked them off hungrily. I grabbed her wrist and took her fingers all the way into my mouth, anxiously, thrilled to just be able to touch her. "Good boy," she said. "Just remember, you could have been the one to do that if you were obedient. But I think you've earned a kiss." And she leaned into me and kissed me. I moaned as our tongues danced together in each other's mouths, the taste of her juices in my mouth, her scent in the air, the energy of three days of frustration and agony pouring into that kiss. Until she pulled away. She walked out and I followed her. Our food was waiting at our table. I was starving, but too shaky to eat. I took a few bites while she gobbled hungrily, occasionally looking me right in the eye as she bit the handle of her fork suggestively. Anything to keep me on edge. But she had stopped touching me, and that gave me a chance to relax, if only a little. After some time, our waitress came back. I had managed to eat maybe half of my dinner. She asked if I wanted it wrapped up, and I said I didn't need it. We asked for the check, which was quickly brought to us. We paid and left. The subway was less crowded, but, well, Erica was not one to let that stop her. She sat down next to me and rubbed my leg. It would have been innocent if it had not been for my state of unbearable arousal. Anyone who decided to look would know she was not just being friendly. My bulge was obvious. We got back to her dorm. I prayed, prayed she was done taking me out. We got back to her room, and I assumed she wanted the same thing -- I went and stood in the center of the room. She came around and sat in front of me, again crossing her legs and smirking. I looked at her incredible body. "Good boy, remembering instructions. How do you feel?" "I can't even describe it." "Try." I took a deep breath. "I've never felt this vulnerable before and I love it. I love not knowing what's going to happen next, being so on edge. I love giving up my body for your pleasure." She laughed. "Good," she said, "but remember, it isn't your body. It's my body. I won it. I own it until midnight. Isn't that correct?" "Yes." "Very good. Now I want to see it." "What?" "Strip." Unhesitatingly, I began shaking off my jacket. "No," she said. "Slowly. Slooooowly." And I obeyed. Taking deep breaths, I slowly pulled one arm, then other, out of my jacket, and let it fall. Then I moved my hands to my tie and undid the knot. Then, one by one, taking my sweet time, I undid the buttons on my shirt. "Very nice," she said. "Just like that." I undid my cuff buttons one at a time, then slipped my sleeves off, letting my shirt and tie fall where my jacket was. Then I reached for my belt and slipped the end of it through the buckle. Then I pulled it open. I undid the button on the fly, then slowly -- agonizingly slowly -- I unzipped it. Finally, I let my pants drop, and stepped out of them. "Oh my," she said. "I don't think I've ever seen you this hard." I didn't think I had ever been that hard. I loved the feeling of being exposed before her, hoping against hope for a little mercy. "God, you are already leaking some precum." How could I not? "Now, lie on your back. I don't think my show is over." I breathed in heavily and my eyes grew to the size of frisbees. How could I do what I knew she was expecting? There was no way I could hold it in! But, obediently, I did as I was told. I lay back and waited for her to prompt me. "You may start, slowly," she said. Naked, exposed, as she sat there fully and elegantly clothed, I reached down and grabbed myself. Well, not really grabbed. Just my fingertips, because it was pretty much all I could handle. I took a good five seconds or so for every stroke, and still I couldn't help but moan every time. I was throbbing, aching, I could have exploded at any time on a moment's notice. "Speed up a little," she said, and I did. The arousal made my head swim, and I wasn't moaning anymore; I was grunting. My legs were shaking. If I wanted to, and was allowed, I could have gotten myself off in less than a second. "Speed up." Ohhhh God, how could I? But I did. I was virtually screaming. The cum was filling my balls, and I could actually feel it trying to get out. "Can I stop? Please, please can I stop?" I said. "No," she answered. "Faster." I sped up and held it the best I could. I was not about to disobey now but I didn't know what I could do! I was literally rolling around on the floor. My free arm was thrashing. "Baby, please!" I begged. "I can't hold it, I can't hold it! Let me stop, please, please, can I stop?!" "No." The calmness with which she said the word made my frustration ten times worse. My back was arching and I continued to beg and whimper. I don't know how long it was, but finally, she relented. "Stop," she said. "Thank you," I said between breaths as I lay panting and throbbing. "Thank you." "Get on your knees." Struggling, my muscles disobedient to my will, I climbed up to kneel before her. The sight blew my mind. She had removed her dress, and was sitting there in a slinky pink teddy with black lace. Her boots were off, and her unbelievable body was all but exposed. "Would you like a kiss?" she asked. I could do nothing but nod. "I liked what you did before," she said. "Beg for it." "Please baby, please kiss me. I've been so good, please kiss me, pleasssse." She relented, and she leaned forward and kissed me in one of the most incredibly powerful kisses I've ever had. Then she pulled away. I looked up at her. The view from my knees ... her body, and her tough eyes, looking down on me as I kneeled there whimpering. She picked up the body chocolate, which she had gotten at some point and placed next to her chair. She pulled aside her hair and brushed a tiny bit on her neck. "Get this off me," she said. I didn't need to be told twice. I nearly knocked her off her chair as I straightened up and hungrily licked all that chocolate off of her neck, roughly, nibbling, all the while whispering my thank yous in her ear. She sighed and moaned slightly. God, I always loved her noises, but in my current state, they blew my mind. When she was satisfied, she roughly pushed me back to my knees, then put chocolate on the other side of her neck. "You want?" "Yes, please." She just smirked. "Please? Please!?" "Go ahead." I virtually leapt from my position to get my mouth all over her neck. Nibbling, sucking, enjoying every little sigh and moan as they made my cock throb. Then she pushed me back down, and stood up. "Undress me," she said. "Slowly." Trying the best I could to restrain my excitement, I slowly stood up to reach for the knot that held closed the only garment she had left on. I pulled the end of it deliberately, until it fell open. Then, taking every opportunity to touch her skin, I slipped it off of her, until it fell to the floor. She sat back down. "Get back on your knees," she said. I fell down anxiously. Then she grabbed my hair and slowly, slowly, slowly pulled me in between her legs. She was so gorgeous, was I finally getting a taste? I was an inch away. My nose was almost touching her clit. Then she stopped and held me there. "Oh God no, baby, please, for God's sake, please!" She just giggled and held me there, then threw me backwards, onto my back. "Get up and set up the restraints on the bed." Whimpering, unsure how much more I could handle, I stood up, got the restraint set out of my bag, and climbed the ladder to her bunk bed, then lifted the mattress and slid the back of the set underneath, allowing the straps and cuffs to extend to the bed's four corners. "I'm ready," I said. She stood up, picked up my tie, and got the massage oil out of my bag before climbing the ladder to follow me. I got in the bed to let her in, and she handed me the bottle of oil. She placed my tie on her pillow. With a little maneuvering, she was lying down on her stomach. "You know what to do," she said. "And you may lick it off after you've rubbed me." My dick jumped when told I was allowed to lick her. I poured a line of oil over her spine, then softly -- well, softly as I could -- I began to run my hands over her and spread the oil over her back. Then I started to rub more roughly, just as I knew she liked, and got the tension out of her muscles. I blew on her spine, from the base of it to her neck, so she would feel it warming. Then, I licked all the way up her spine, before moving on to her shoulder and neck, hungrily nibbling as I continued to rub her back. She moaned audibly, and again, my joints shook. I had trouble continuing to hold myself up. I began to grind my cock against her body. "Stop that," she said. And I did. "Move on to my legs." Three Agonizing Days Ch. 02 As much fun as I'd had the first time Erica teased the life out of me, I don't think I'd have made a similar bet with her again if I didn't expect to win. And I did, because she had told me, "Next time, I'm going to lose the video game on purpose." Who'd have thought such a sweet girl had such a manipulative side? I took the bet again the next week, and had spent the days leading up to it thinking of all the things I would do with her. Ways I'd get my revenge, like taking her out in public as she'd done with me, making her wear a remote control vibrator, and so on. I had told her all the ideas I had for her. She sounded excited and intrigued. On the first pitch of the video game, she hit a home run. Then she winked at me. My heart sank. I knew immediately I had been toyed with. But I also had no intention of backing out of the bet. I was severely disappointed, knowing in a split second that my chance to play out all my fun ideas was a pipe dream. And yet, the memories of the prior week flooded back to me. The urge and the frustration, which was so awful but so incredible at the same time, and that feeling of being vulnerable and used. It was coming again. She didn't say a word to me during the game. After the ninth inning, with the scoreboard reading 31-1, she gave me a light kiss on the cheek, giggled at me, and walked out of the room, leaving me there, with my head swimming. I took deep breaths, because I was panicked. When she teased me last week, it was the first time we'd ever done that, and she drove me beyond limits I ever thought she could. She teased me until I was unspeakably, unimaginably, hump-the-walls horny, and still pushed me. Now she had some experience. What was she going to do? We decided that the four-day period (we increased it by a day) would end on a day when I had the house to myself. At 11:59 pm before the first day, I received this email: "Last time I owned you, I made you stimulate yourself constantly, so that you were throbbing when I came to you. Let's do the opposite this time. Until I tell you to, you will not touch your cock (or, should I say, MY cock). Not at all for any reason. Not in the shower, not when you use the bathroom, not in bed at night, not when you watch the videos I'm going to send you, not at all. Hands. Off. "Oh, and no cheating by grinding against things or anything like that." I couldn't decide if I was relieved or frightened. Shocked, to say the least. For a moment, I thought this task would be easier, because all I had to do was not touch. No suffering. But then it occurred to me that this would take a very different form of self-control. Last time, I had merely to hold in my orgasm. This time, I'd have to resist doing a lot more. Before last week, I'd had little experience with kink and even less with the submissive role, given that none of my previous girlfriends had been particularly interested, although when I thought about it, I often thought about tease and denial. I discovered why after thinking about last week: It's the ultimate sexual power exchange. Symbolically, at first, the idea that you give up your ultimate pleasure because that suffering pleases the other person is an incredible indicator of your place. And physically, as well. For three days, everywhere I went, that ache in my groin went with me. Erica was miles away, but I could not forget what she was doing to me. My body wouldn't let me. I soon discovered that my new task was very similar. As you know, when you are alone and horny, your hand naturally drifts to touch yourself, not even consciously. I had to be constantly aware of this. If I felt my hand drifting, I'd have to clench my fists and hold off. And she made sure I didn't just forget about sex, because she had me watching hours and hours of porn. God, I wanted to touch myself. At times I found myself lying in bed alone and I started bucking my hips. I realized that by doing so I was grinding against my jeans, and that was against the rules, so I took them off. This just made things worse, because ... there it was, my dick, standing there, just wanting to be touched. But all I could do was grab the sheets and hump the air. The night before she was going to come to me, she called me and had me listen to her get herself off. All I could do was sit there and grunt. My cock was leaking precum already, and hadn't been touched in days. And to hear how easily she could do whatever she wanted, feel that pleasure I was denied, and listen to her soft breathing as she came down from the peak, was overwhelming. I was bucking my hips so fast I think I might have caused a minor earthquake. The next morning -- not that I could sleep -- I received another email: "Tonight, before I arrive, you will prep your house for me. Close all the blinds, put the restraints under your bed, and light an erotic scented candle. (Find a safe place for that candle, obviously). Place all the toys on the kitchen table, including the vibrator I secretly left with you last time. It's behind your dresser. When you're ready, put a key in your mailbox and lock the front door. Then take off all your clothes, put them away, and kneel in front of the door. I will come some time between 5 and 9 pm. Do not put any clock or time-telling device within sight of you, and God help you if you're not on your knees to greet me when I arrive." Well, needless to say, that last requirement frightened me. I could be on my knees, naked, hard and waiting for as long as four hours and I'd have no way of knowing how long I was there. But I was going to do as told. So, after returning from buying a candle, I set the house up exactly as she wanted, put the key in the mailbox, locked the door, stripped, and kneeled. I don't know exactly how long I waited, but it wasn't a short period of time. My guess would have been around an hour. I had thought this would have been an opportunity to calm my nerves a little, but my anxiety only grew and grew and grew as I waited for her. I was erect the entire time. Finally I heard the sound of the key turning in the lock. My heart jumped. When she opened the door, I saw a sight that I will not soon forget. She was in one of the most elegant dresses I had ever seen -- a ball gown, I suspect. It was pink, strapless, and floor length, studded with stones and with a slit up the leg. Silk, I think. She also wore a necklace with a large green stone, and was made up to match the outfit. Her, looking the most elegant I had ever seen her. Me, on my knees, naked. Oh God. She closed the door behind her and walked a circle around me. "Oh my, look at you," she said in a sexy half-whisper that made me shiver. I'd have complimented her looks as well, but I remember that I had a rule last time to not speak unless spoken to. I assumed it still applied. She completed her circle around me and placed her hand in front of my mouth. I did nothing, because I had been told to do nothing, but I desperately wanted to kiss her hand passionately and vent some of my urgent frustration. She laughed as I grit my teeth. "Good boy," she said. Then, "Go ahead." Unhesitatingly, I took her hand in mine and began licking her fingers hungrily, like I hadn't eaten in days and she was coated in food. I paid special attention to the spot between the fingers where all the nerve endings are, drawing slight sighs from her. Then I flipped the hand over and started licking the palm of it aggressively. "Suck my fingers," she said. I started with her pinky, which I took into my mouth wholly and began to suck and bite slightly. She then took control, giving me a minute or so on each finger, before pulling it out and switching me to the ring finger, then the middle finger, then the pointer. She had me spend an especially long amount of time on the pointer, before, without removing it from my mouth, turned her hand over and hooked my upper teeth with it, then pulled up, implying I was to stand. I obeyed. When we were both standing, she had me walk in front of her and open all the blinds in the house. To be honest, as frightening as this was, it was a pretty low-risk endeavor. Most of the windows in my house didn't face the front, and those that did were not easily seen from the street. That was what went through my head because I wasn't really thinking straight. When we got to the entrance to my dining room, I stopped for a moment, until she said, "Well, go on." My dining room window covers an entire wall and has a huge curtain in front of it. It faces right out into the street, and on the opposite wall is a mirror. If I were to open it, I'd be completely exposed. Even with what I'd just learned about her, I didn't believe she'd really want me to do that. "What? Erica, you can't be ser-" She looked sternly into my eyes and placed a finger on my mouth, implying I was to be silent, and I was. She dragged that finger down to my chin and turned my head to point in the direction she wanted me to go. I felt drunk with arousal knowing that she could control my entire body, and my pleasure, with just one finger. I started walking to the window, taking slow, anxious steps. I placed my hand on the inside of the left curtain and took a deep breath. Then another. "The longer you hesitate," she said from the opposite side of the room, "the more unhappy I will be." There was no way around it. I lifted the curtain and prayed nobody saw me. Then I lifted the other. "Now get on your knees and put your hands behind your back." I was down in front of a wide open window, facing the street in the early evening. It was a small side street, thank God, but the time of day meant people did pass by. Fortunately, nobody I recognized, and I kept my head down so they could not see my face, but people definitely saw and noticed. A middle-aged couple passed by, and a young woman walking a dog. They all looked in my direction. And God, I hated... loved it. I could hear Erica's giggling and laughter at my state. She walked over to stand next to me. She pulled aside the slit in her dress to expose most of her leg, and said, "Now thank me properly for tormenting and exposing you." I wrapped my arms around her free leg and began kissing it and licking it all over, interspersing it with "Thank you"s. Genuine "Thank you"s, not fake ones, because -- though I could hardly believe it -- I was actually thankful to her for pushing me to this. I was thankful that anyone who passed by would see a naked, throbbing boy submissively kissing the leg of a gorgeous, elegant, dressed-up woman, and I was grateful for that. I was grateful for her laughter at my frustration. She pulled her leg away. I looked up at her with pleading eyes. She had in her hand the cuffs that I had left on the table, and the sleep mask I used as a blindfold. She pointed me to face the window again, which I did. "Now," she said, as she cuffed my hands behind my back, "you're going to be punished for hesitating earlier." Then she slipped the blindfold on and walked away. I sat there taking nervous breaths. It was a while before I heard her again. From not far away, but presumably out of the sight of the window, I heard the buzz of her vibrator. I jumped with excitement. She had clearly started using it because I heard her heavy breathing. I started breathing heavy with excitement and even struggled against the cuffs a little. I bucked my hips, making my exposure to the world all the more obscene. But she was taking her sweet time. It was a while before her breathing even turned to moaning, and then even longer before her moaning got louder and louder. My whimpers and movements corresponded, but, again, I assumed that she was not in view of the window. Those who passed by only saw me, handcuffed and squirming. Finally, she finished herself off, and I whimpered and almost cried because I was reminded that I hadn't even been touched in days, let alone gotten an orgasm. "OK, boytoy," she said, "I think you've had enough of that." She came over and, using the same finger-in-my-mouth gesture as before, directed me to follow her without removing the cuffs or blindfold. I stood and followed her, as she led me to my bedroom. The smell of strawberry from the candle filled the room and enhanced the erotic atmosphere. As if I needed more motivation. She sat down on my bed and had me kneel at her feet. "Tell me how you feel." "I just ... want to be touched." I felt her hands on my lower stomach. "Really?" she said. I trembled and shook. Was she going to do it? "Yes, Jesus fucking Christ, please!" She giggled and moved a little lower. I struggled to get out of the cuffs. I was pulsing. "Please!" Then she took her hand away. I gritted my teeth and groaned. She giggled. "Did you think I'd make it easy on you?" I laughed, best as I could. "You call this easy?" "I do. Because I'm definitely not done teasing you." Then she undid the handcuffs. "Would you like to undress me?" she asked. "Oh God, yes, please, yes." "Then you may. Stand up. But don't remove the blindfold until I tell you to. As you remove my clothes, thank me with words and kisses for letting you." Blindly, excitedly, I reached out and, feeling around, I found the zipper of her dress, and unzipped it slowly, hard as that was to do, kissing every inch of skin as it was exposed and thanking her. Then I slid the dress of her shoulders and kissed her shoulders and collarbone, then slowly lowered the dress, kissing the back of her legs until it was on the ground. I was on all fours at her ankles when she told me to go back to my knees. I did. She removed my blindfold, allowing me to look up at her dressed in a purple corset and matching panties. She was unthinkably beautiful, even when I wasn't frustrated. The sight of her body made me pant. Looking sternly down at me, she said, "You may touch yourself, lightly, with your fingertips, OR you may kiss my thighs. One or the other." Oh God ... I wanted both so badly. I had been aching, urging to be touched, just a little, just for a second, just once, for days. Dozens of times I came close to doing it without even realizing it and had to grab hold of something to stop myself and vent my frustration. But her legs ... oh, her beautiful legs, smooth and delicious. What would I choose? That's when it occurred to me. The lesson I had learned from these seven days of suffering came back. In my state, my pleasure was second to hers. The decision was obvious, and if it took me more than 10 seconds to make the decision, I'd be surprised. I lunged forward and kissed and nibbled her thighs hungrily. "Oooooh, good boy," she moaned. "Good choice." My cock throbbed, as if asking me why I didn't take the opportunity to give it what it wanted, but I didn't care. I was so happy and knew I'd made the right choice. "I think you deserve a reward," she said, and she reached down and began to run her hand up and down my spine. Her warm touch made me gobble her thighs more. Then she grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet, and played her favorite kissing game again: pulling my head close, but keeping just out of reach, no matter how much I lunged at her. I whimpered and begged. "Please kiss me. Please." Eventually she relented. It was the most intimate contact I'd had in several days so I made the most of it. I sucked her breath into me and tasted her delicious, soft lips. Oh God. She told me to lie on the bed, then she pulled a chair over. "I want a show," she said, "but touch only your legs." Christ, how was I going to do that? The urge to grab myself was already overwhelming. To stimulate the nerves there, while my hands were just inches away, was going to make me insane. I reached down slowly and began to touch with my fingertips, just lightly at first, but within a moment the tension overcame me and I clenched my fists, then began rubbing roughly because it would minimize the stimulation. "No," she said, "soft, like at first." So I began touching lightly, to the best of my ability, but it only generated the blood flow to my dick. "Please," I whimpered, "please, can I touch myself, just once, just a little, for the love of God, please!" "OK," she said, "once, with just a fingertip." So I lifted the tip of my pointer and lightly brushed my cock. It was nothing, just a slight touch, but given that it was the first contact I'd had in days, it was mindblowing. I jerked my head back and groaned loudly. Erica smiled. "Back to your thighs," she said, and now, having gotten a taste of what I was missing, the task was even more difficult. "That's enough," she said after several minutes. "Get up." I got off the bed and stood before her. She looked deep into my eyes, chilling me. "Let's see if you can still make good decisions. You can touch yourself as much as you like, or you can kiss my neck." I didn't hesitate for a second. I dove right at her neck, kissing, nibbling, generating those oh so sweet moans from between her lips. "Ooooooh," she sighed, "I love having you around my finger like this." I thanked her with whispers in her ear. After a few minutes she pushed me forward slightly, then with a foot on my chest, pushed me all the way back onto the bed. She grabbed my wrists and locked them into the restraints, and my ankles too, then she blindfolded me. She kissed me. Then she kissed my neck. I moaned and thrashed. "Thank me again," she said. I did. She went right back to my neck and I went right back to thrashing, best as I could being tied down like this. She spent several minutes there, and then went to my ear, where she whispered, "Lower?" I inhaled deeply. "Yes ... please." So she began kissing down my chest, slowly, so fucking slowly, hardly moving a centimeter with each kiss, and each kiss slightly stronger than the last. A peck, just barely shaking the hairs on my chest, was followed a little lower and lower and lower, until she was at my stomach, then my belly button, then below. And I was squirming and straining more and more each time. I could feel the cum building inside me, just wanting to be coaxed out with a little touch. When she got to my waist, she stopped going south and started going east and west, making long lines with her tongue under my belly. Her chin almost touched my cock a few times but she was expertly careful to avoid contact. My poor, aching dick just continued to pulsate and tremble. She jumped to my thighs, where she had made her greatest triumph last week, and started, as usual, nibbling and kissing, which I complemented with squirming and screaming and groaning and moaning and thrashing and whimpering, all with my hands and legs locked in place. Then she slid her tongue around to the spot just above my cock, all still expertly missing touching me, and started tracing circles just an inch above. That was beyond bearable and I swear, those straps must have been made of lead, because there was no other way they could have resisted the force of my limbs otherwise at that moment. But Erica, unshaken and unconcerned, continued to do the exact same thing, simple circles, for what could have been an hour. "Please baby, please touch me! Just a lick, just a kiss! Anything! Please!" But my begging barely made her change position, and I went on screaming and pulsing. Soon, she stopped. Oh God, my head was spinning and my eyes, if they weren't blindfolded, would be cloudy. I just wanted to be touched, just a little, just a little stimulation, I could barely breathe. And I thought I was going to get a chance to catch my breath, but suddenly I felt her straddling my face. Needless to say I began eating her furiously and with abandon. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head in closer. I wanted to use my hands but they were still bound, so I just fucked her with my tongue and listened as she got closer and closer, louder and louder, until she exploded in a furious orgasm. But I had learned my lesson from last time. I was not going to stop until she told me to. I kept on eating, even though she had completely smothered me and I could barely breathe, but I loved this vulnerable feeling, this urge that was unstoppable, that she had turned me into a whimpering mess, and I couldn't think about anything but sex. Three Agonizing Days Ch. 02 She had probably four or five orgasms riding my face like this, before she climbed off and removed my blindfold, and looked at me. My face was covered in her fluids, and I was short of breath and anxious. She was relaxed and had a big, satisfied smile on her face. The difference between our states was unreal. "If you beg real nice," she said, "I'll touch you." "Oh God, please, touch me, just a little a tiny bit, please, oh God ..." "Use my name." "Please, Erica, please ..." Without any ceremony, she gripped me tightly in her full hand and began stroking me, very, very fast. I inhaled loudly and began moaning. I could have cum at a moment's notice. I had never been so conflicted in my life. I had been aching, desperately, for some contact, more than just a finger, for days. I was finally getting what I was urging for. And yet, if she kept this up, I would be unable to obey orders. My head twisted back and forth, my eyes rolled back in my head and the pressure in my cock mounted. I gritted my teeth and held on but didn't know how long I could. And she saw the conflict in me. "Want me to stop?" "I ... yes." "Beg me to stop touching you." Oh God, after needing her touch for so long, I had to beg for it to stop? But I had no choice. "Please, Erica, please stop touching me. Please, I'm on the edge of cumming but I don't want to disobey. Please let go of me." And she relented. I groaned and humped the air. God I wanted her to touch me again. And I didn't. She was creating unresolvable conflicts in my mind. But one thing wasn't unresolved: that I loved that she was doing this to me. "How do you feel?" she asked. "Horny," I managed between short breaths. "No, how do you feel about what I'm doing to you." "Honestly?" "Of course." "I've never been so turned on in my life. I love what you've done to me. The way you've turned me into a quivering mess. The feeling is like nothing ever. I love being denied by you." She giggled and then she grabbed my cock again and started stroking hard and fast. She was getting me close to cumming again. "Keep talking." "Oh ... oh God ... I love the way you ... ahhh ... boss me around, and you ... ohhh ... use me for your pleasure ... ahhh ... oooooh ... Oh God, please stop, please, Erica, please!" And she let go. I whimpered and moaned. "Well, if it's not going to be me doing it, then I want a show." She unlocked my arms and legs, then grabbed my right hand by the wrist and dragged it down to my cock. I started stroking lightly. "Oh, no no no," she said. "Do what I was doing." Oh God, I picked up the pace, as fast as I thought I could realistically go and still hold back. "Faster," she said. I gritted my teeth and grunted as I held it back in. I wanted it so badly but I had to wait. But I was so, so close. If she had said the word "cum," I'd have been spurting before she finished saying the word. "Faster." Oh fuck. As I was stroking, she said to me, "Look at the clock." It was 11:58. She went on. "In two minutes, you'll be able to cum. So keep on stroking." I moaned. She put her hand on my chin as she leaned over me, and looked down on me, into my eyes, deeply. "But tonight's all about choices, right?" I nodded. "So you can get off, OR you can agree to be in denial for as long as I say and remain my toy. It could be days, or weeks more, of me teasing you. You'll just have to find out. But if you choose that ..." she said, as she lay down next to me, "I'll let you lick me for as long as you want tonight." I was so desperate, but it wasn't even a contest. I didn't think twice. I let go of myself, rolled over, and buried my tongue into her pussy. "Good boy," she breathed out between moans. Three Agonizing Days Ch. 03 The last time I saw Erica, she tied my hands down and blindfolded me. She then got on top of me, and got herself off four times while riding me and using a vibrator on her clit, while telling me not to orgasm and smacking my face a few times. I almost wished she had put earplugs in as well, because although I could not see, the unspeakably beautiful sound of her orgasms made the task almost impossible. It took all my strength and willpower, but since I behaved so well, when she was finally done, she got off me and let me get myself off. That was more than a week ago, and that was my last orgasm. I remember, a while back, when I thought three days was unbearable. It's all relative, I suppose, but looking back, three days was a cinch. But since I had agreed to be Erica's denied toy indefinitely, she had been making it tougher and tougher on me. I once thought that watching porn was hard; listening to Erica get herself off on the phone was ten times worse. I was forced to hear the pleasure that I could not have, touching myself the whole time. Just as bad as her moans was the sense of comfort and satisfaction after the orgasm. She took deep breaths and relaxed while I humped the air, still in brutal agony. She loved it. And so did I. It had reached the point that sitting still was difficult. I'd find myself trying to focus in class but ending up grinding my legs together, and catching myself, hoping nobody had noticed. Though given that I was rarely permitted to wear anything beneath my jeans, I suspected I had little ability to hide my erection. By the fifth or sixth day, it was mostly pain. The sexual excitement, though still there, was masked by the severe ache of a throbbing cock just desperate to explode. Hopelessly listening for the slightest permission. But all that said, it was the best pain I'd ever felt. Any time I was unhappy about my situation, I just thought about how happy my pain was making Erica. And I smiled. If it got her off, I'd be in denial as long as she wanted. When I begged to cum, I was really saying, "Do to me what ever will make you most satisfied." I didn't even want to cum if she didn't want me to. And when she emailed me with instructions, I trembled, but I was also thrilled. After nine days, I received this email: "Get dressed up properly. Suit and all, nothing underneath of course. Put the nylon cuffs on your wrists and ankles. Try to cover them up with your clothes. ;) Meet me at Broadway and 51st at 6:00. Don't be late." I tried to imagine what she had planned for me but I figured I should try to just go with the flow. I got myself dressed up properly, including the cuffs -- delightfully demeaning though they were -- and planned to get to the corner at 5 pm. I needed the extra time in case of a transit issue. During the commute, I was unable to sit still, as usual, but the anxiety was even worse now, given that Erica no doubt had something dark and devious planned for me. I know my heavy breathing drew attention to me, which made my rapidly-moving legs and bulge in my pants obvious. I arrived around 5 at the street corner, and had to wait. In that part of the city at that time of day, the crowds were tremendous, and I tried my damnedest not to draw even more attention to myself as I stood there for an hour. But the midtown rush-hour crowd definitely saw me and my discomfort. I waited anxiously, checking the time on my phone almost every minute. Around 5:50, she texted me: "I'll be late. Don't know when. Stay put." Oh God. Now there was no point in checking my phone, but I did it anyway. I had no idea when she'd be there so I just had to stand there, but without knowing, my anxiety was unbearable. It was winter but I think I was actually sweating. She arrived around 6:40. Thank God, I thought, finally. But I didn't say a word. She was dressed as elegantly as I was, and I wanted to tell her how gorgeous she was, but I knew not to speak until I was told to. Without ceremony, she walked right up to me and grabbed my lower arms, then slipped my sleeves up slightly to make sure the cuffs were there. "Good," she said, before slipping the sleeves back down. But she still had more to confirm. Right there, right on Broadway in Midtown, she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, then reached in and grabbed me. I could have screamed, but bit my lip. Still, with my fists clenched, and my eyes shooting wide open, there is no way I wasn't noticed. "Good," she said, confirming that my throbbing dick was not confined by anything other than a pair of slacks. Then she removed her hand and zipped me back up. "I have big plans for tonight," she said. I moaned slightly. Then she looked me in the eye roughly. "Behave," she said. I nodded, and resolved to keep my mouth shut. She led me north, through the crowds. I looked at every business, wondering what she had planned. After about a block and a half, I saw something that I was pretty sure was the plan, although I prayed it wasn't: We were steps away from the city's best-known all-nude strip club. Oh God, please, please no. But I hoped in vain. She took me by the hand and led me right in. I had never been in a strip club before, let alone after nine days of brutal frustration. We walked down a hallway and Erica selected a table, and she sat me down across from her. Gorgeous naked women walked around the room and I couldn't help letting my eyes wander. I throbbed and shook as a tall latin woman came to take our order. I stared blindly at her and shook my legs as Erica ordered us two beers. Our waitress walked away. "You love me, right?" Erica asked. "Yes." "Then I don't want you looking at other women." I couldn't think. Or at least I wasn't thinking. Because my confusion and shock and anxiety and frustration and real, physical pain boiled over, as I burst out, "Then why did you take me here?" Huge, huge mistake. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and slapped me across the face. Thank God, the loud music drowned out the sound and nobody looked in our direction, but I had learned my lesson. When our waitress came back, desperate as I was to look, I kept my eyes down on the table, even while Erica flirted with her. I strained against my slacks as Erica continued to flirt with the women as they passed by, but I didn't see a single one of them. After some time, 20 minutes or so, she said to me, "Stay here." Then she got up and walked away. I had no idea where she was or what she was doing, and I was horrified, but I didn't know if she was looking, so I kept my eyes on the table. After a few minutes, she came back and grabbed my arm. "Follow me," she said. She led me through the room, all the while with me struggling to find my way without looking up. Eventually, we got to a room at the back of the club, where there was a room. She opened the door, and there was a small room with nothing but two chairs, a stereo, and speakers. Dear God, was she getting me a lap dance? She was out of her mind, and I loved it. Oh God, the pain. The sweet, sweet suffering. I wanted to get down on my knees right then and there and thank her for torturing me like a whore. There was nothing I wanted more. She pointed to one of the chairs and I sat down. The back of the chair had several horizontal metal bars, and Erica walked around behind me, grabbed my wrists, and locked the cuffs together through one of the bars, immobilizing my arms. Then she came around and undid the cuff on one of my ankles, before slipping it around the chair leg, then back around my ankle, locking my leg in place. She did the same for the other. "When she gets in," Erica asked, "do you want to be allowed to look?" I nodded, though I wasn't sure if I really did, knowing how much worse it would make my condition. "OK," she said, "you can look." Then she pulled her hair to the side and moved her neck close to my mouth. "Thank me for the privilege." I was so anxious to kiss her neck that I almost knocked the chair over with myself on it. I dove at her neck hungrily, kissing and nibbling and loving it, listening to her oh so beautiful moans that just made me agonizing pain so much worse. And, again, I loved that pain. I loved the way it made her smile. Just a little of her pleasure was worth all my pain. When we heard the door opening, Erica pulled away. In walked a beautiful black woman, completely naked except for heels. Erica walked around behind me. I was disappointed. I had thought I'd want to see the stripper, but I actually just wanted to stare at Erica. My owner. My goddess. "Hey," said the stripper. "Hello," Erica said as she slipped my jacket backwards. "This is my denied toy." The girl, looking at me and noticing my agony, grew a knowing, devious smile. "I know all about those," she said. "Good," responded Erica, now slowly undoing my tie. "Then you probably know what I want. The more he aches," she was now untucking and unbuttoning my shirt, "the happier I'll be." The stripper said, "Don't worry, I'll make your bitch suffer." I looked to the sky and prayed for help. I don't know if Erica knew she'd be picking another dominant girl, but I could sense the excitement. "You know," Erica said as she began teasingly running her hands over my chest and stomach, "I wouldn't have expected to find another domme in a strip club." "Oh, not at all. I love this job because I'm dominant. I get to show off my body and know I'm giving dozens of men a case of severe blue balls every night. It's an incredible power rush." "Good point," said Erica. Listening to these two beautiful women talking about making men -- especially me -- frustrated as if I weren't there was so beautiful and I wanted nothing more than for Erica's hands to drift lower. I wanted it and didn't want it. She had me so owned and she knew it. "Five songs, right?" said the girl. Five songs!? "Yep," said Erica, handing over the cash. The stripper hit play on the stereo, and didn't waste time. She was, right away, just inches from me, but it was Erica's hands that were driving me crazy. They were all over me as I watched this dark body get closer and closer, until finally she was grinding on my lap, stimulating me and making me groan. Soon, Erica was kissing my neck and I grit my teeth and took deep breaths. I was so aroused that I probably could have gotten off from just the kissing if I wanted to. I literally felt the stream of cum inside me, wanting to get out, but I held it. When Erica bit the top of my ear I almost screamed. "Wow, you really have him wound up, don't you?" said the dancer. "I do," Erica responded. "Want to see?" The girl stood up and backed off my lap. "As long as he stays tied down like that, sure." She backed up to sit on the ledge at the edge of the room as Erica, still reaching around from behind me, undid my pants and slipped them down. There I was, tied down and exposed in front of a stranger, literally pulsating. The girl bit her lip excitedly. Then, Erica began stroking me, and not slowly. I inhaled deeply in total shock, as she had given me no warning, and then I began gritting and groaning loudly, holding it in. "Want to cum?" "Yes, please, Erica, please." "You can cum if she says you can." I couldn't believe Erica was leaving that decision to a stranger, but after our experience, I guess she trusted the girl to make an appropriate decision. But I begged anyway. "Please, miss, dear God, please tell her I can cum, please!" I forced out between breaths. "Well," said the stripper, "your girl did say that the more you suffered, the happier she'd be. Besides, I'm having too much fun seeing you struggle. So I'm going to go with, 'No.'" I could have screamed. "Thank her for denying you," Erica said. "Thank ... you," I said. "Good boy." Erica kept up her pace throughout the whole of the last two songs, until finally, what she had paid for was over. The stripper blew us a kiss, told us to take a couple minutes and then left. Erica unhooked me and told me to get dressed. I was actually in so much pain that it had spread to the pit of my stomach and I wasn't sure if I could stand up fully. But I was going to obey orders, so I got up -- painfully -- and redressed myself. As I walked over to her, she said, "We're not done yet." What in the hell else could she have planned?! As she led me out of the club, I kept my eyes down again, unsure if the rules still applied. We got to the front. It was dark out now, but there was still a crowd, so I'm certain people noticed me. I had trouble walking straight. I may have looked drunk because my eyes were fogged over and I was slightly hunched over. I could see Erica smiling at my agony. We walked a few blocks east, until we came upon a movie theater. It wasn't until we were right in front of it that I saw it was a porn theater. I didn't even realize those still existed, but it was exactly her plan, and I didn't even have the mental energy to be scared. She began looking at the titles, until she saw, "Schoolgirl Sluts," or something along those lines. She knew I had a thing for the schoolgirl look, so it really wasn't a contest. She went to the booth and said, "One goddess and one submissive sex toy, please." The man at the counter didn't bat an eye. He was probably used to it. We went into the theater and sat in the back row. There were people in the theater, though I wouldn't call it crowded. Surprisingly, it wasn't all men. In fact, it was mostly couples. I suppose men who wanted to see porn alone mostly watched it at home nowadays. I also expected the theater to be filthy, but it wasn't. It was actually surprisingly clean. As the lights dimmed, Erica unzipped my fly, and I sprung right out. Then she whispered in my ear, "If nobody looks at us until the end of the movie, you can cum however and wherever you want. If even one person glances our direction ... well, who knows." Oh dear God. I could barely keep from shrieking when touching myself at home at this point. What was she going to do to me? Whatever it was, it was only a couple hours. That's it. Just a couple more hours. If I can just be quiet for a couple hours, then I'll get to cum. Nine days of frustration over in just a couple hours of silence. I could do it. I had to do it. The first scene of the film showed a schoolgirl in a purple skirt hitting on a teacher. Erica began stroking me slowly and I closed my eyes. "Open them," she whispered, and I did. I had to watch this wild sex scene as Erica's stroking mirrored the scene. When the two were flirting, her strokes were slow and deliberate. When they were kissing, slightly faster. When they started fucking, full speed. I grabbed the armrests and gritted my teeth. "Oh dear," she whispered. "She may be moaning loudly while she's pounded, but you best be silent." I'd have squinted my eyes in frustration if I hadn't been told to keep watching. I was bouncing in my seat, literally, much as I tried not to for fear it would make too much noise, but nobody noticed. When the next scene started -- this time, two girls in skirts -- Erica lowered her mouth onto me. I didn't know how she could take all of me in, given how swollen I was, but she managed, and I could have screamed loudly enough to knock down the building, but again, I held it. It occurred to me that, with her in my lap, if someone looked, she wouldn't know. But I also knew that I didn't want to cum if she didn't want me to. There was no way I would lie if somebody looked. I wanted her to deny me if I broke a rule. The pleasure wouldn't come from the orgasm but from being used. Then, as the next scene started, she whispered to me, "Slide back in your chair," as she lifted her dress and slid off her panties. Oh God, she wasn't going to do what I thought she was going to do. Oh God. She got on top of me and straddled me but did not let me penetrate her. Instead, she grinded herself against me. It was agony not to be able to fuck her, but bearable agony. Then she started whispering, "Did you enjoy the club?" I nodded. "Tell me." "I love it when you make me ache while showing me off for what I am." "And what's that?" "Your sex toy." "You like when I tease you?" "I only want to make you happy. If that means suffering, that's fine." She smiled, then lifted herself slightly before sliding me in. My eyes shot wide open, my cheek muscles bent, my teeth bit down on my lip so hard I could have bled, but I didn't make a noise. "Impressive," she whispered, as she gradually got faster. If I had thought I was in pain before, this was nothing. I could have thrashed and squealed but I tried with all my might to control my breathing. In, out, in, out. "Start fucking me back," she said. And I did. But that was it. The air in my lungs, from my frustration, was building up aggressively. Jesus fucking Christ, have to hold it, have to hold it. It built and built as I bucked her up and down. I was about to cry. The moan was in my mouth now. A slight sound passed between my teeth and my lip. Nobody noticed. Then a slightly louder one. A woman turned her head and Erica noticed that woman over her shoulder. "Oh dear," said Erica sarcastically. "That's just too bad." And she kept bucking on me. I looked up at her with pleading eyes, as if to say, "Please, please another chance." I had never been so desperate in my life. Over a little squeal, after all of this? She had to show me some mercy. Oh God, baby, please, please show me some mercy. You're going to drive me out of my mind. "Sorry, baby," she said. "You knew the rules." I was on the verge of tears. But there was another voice in my head, a voice that had been growing exponentially louder and louder ever since Erica started using me. It was telling me how happy I was. I didn't really want to cum, because she was too proud of what she had done to me. If she didn't want me to release, I didn't want to release. The ache and misery made her happy, so what did it matter if I was? She had found the depths of my submission and brought them to the surface. And I still didn't quite believe that voice, but I believed it enough. And now, I had lost her game. There was no reason to keep my sounds in anymore. I groaned as loudly as I wanted to, and the whole theater saw and turned. Erica didn't skip a beat. I screamed and thrashed for this audience. "Thank me for denying you," Erica said. "Thank you, thank you, God, thank you!" I screamed out. The whole theater knew I was in denial, and I loved it. Three Agonizing Days I poured oil on her left leg, then her right, and worked the left first. The feel of her skin, the heat being generated by what I was doing, made me continue to throb. I was so aroused it was almost painful. I licked the oil off of her left leg, and the taste drove me wild. Then the other, same thing. She rolled over. The sight of her was the most incredible thing I had ever seen. She looked down to see me pulsating and laughed. The look of her smooth skin, her gorgeous breasts, her arms, her legs, her sweet, shaved pussy, all of it going to my head, the smell even, I could barely take it. I was ready to mount her like an animal but I restrained myself, even though I barely could. "You want to take me, don't you?" she asked. "God yes." "No chance!" she said, and picked up the massage oil that I had placed down and handed it to me. I knew she wanted a frontal massage now. This was going to make me a gibbering mess. I poured the oil down the center of her chest and stomach. I wanted to dive right into rubbing her breasts but I knew she preferred a slow and sensual rub, so I did what I knew was expected of me. I started on her stomach, slow and soft, waking up the nerves on her front, before I did what I really wanted to. I spread the oil onto her breasts and began rubbing them, first softly, then roughly grabbing and squeezing them, generating heavy moans from her. I was humping the air. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down to suck on her right breast. My hand was still on her other, and I was more than happy to let her direct me. She groaned loudly, making me shake, and then she switched me to the other breast. Then back again. She did this for several minutes, before she pulled me up and drew me into a deep, sensual kiss. "Now my legs, bitch," she said, pulling away. Oh God, this was going to be unbearable. I hadn't been given permission to eat her yet, but I was going to get right in there, close, so close I could smell it. I poured the oil on, and began at her feet and ankles, and worked my way up, stroking her calves, softly at first, then more tough. Then the other calf. I blew on it, generating the heat. I moved on, slowly, then touching her thighs, just grazing them with my fingertips at first. She rolled a little. I used my palm, still just grazing her thigh, softly, generating deep breaths and light moans. I blew, and they heated up, and then I used my tongue. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I was so close, I was throbbing, she was moaning, I wanted to taste her so badly. God, please let me. Please, let me, I want it so bad. I kept licking, she kept sighing. Then, she grabbed my hair and pulled me into her. I lapped at her as hungrily as I ever have, devouring her with fury, wild abandon, feeling her hands grasp and release my hair again and again as she is wont to do. I slid a finger in her as I began to suck her clit. Then another, then a third. I was finally tasting her. I was finally getting the start of the reward I had worked so hard for. But I knew how much she loved being eaten, and I kept having to come up for air and she kept pushing me right back down. I was already short of breath because of my state of unspeakable arousal. Her moans started getting louder and louder. She was getting close. I began to pump her faster. Oh God, I want to hear her cum, please let her cum, please. She got louder and louder and then exploded in a massive orgasm. The sound, the sweet sound that made my entire body quake, the feeling of her squirming under me, dear God. I smiled and came up to smile at her, but her afterglow clearly didn't last long. She slapped me across the face as soon as it was a foot above her crotch. She hadn't told me to stop. Oh God have mercy, I was going to be punished again. I went right back down and kept eating her with fury. I didn't care if I was being punished, that taste alone made the whole three days worth it. She came four times before she grabbed my hair and pulled me up. I was probably down there for an hour at least. My face was soaked with her juices, but she hadn't told me to wipe them off, so I didn't. She smirked at me, taking deep breaths after her many orgasms. She smiled at me as I panted, short of breath, partly because I had barely breathed in the last hour, partly because I was desperate to get off like I had never been before. She reached behind her head to grab my tie, and she blindfolded me. Then she put her hands on my shoulders and flipped me onto my back. "Give me another show," she said. "Really, really fast. Stop only if you absolutely need to. Only if one more stroke will get you over." Oh, God. At least she gave me an out this time, but only at the last moment. I began stroking, and it took me maybe ten seconds to get to the verge of orgasm. I had to pull back and scream and squirm, holding every drop in. "Again." So I started stroking again, and maybe in four or five strokes I was on the edge again, whimpering and desperate and unable to even breathe. "Again," she said. "Again." "Again." "Again." "Baby, no more, please, for God's sake ..." "Again!" It had to be, maybe, my sixth time. I had lost count, but I had never throbbed like this before. "And say my name while you do it." I moaned, "Ericaaaa ..." and that alone got me to the edge, so I pulled back and rolled and squirmed and screamed and kicked. Before I had even stopped squirming she had grabbed my wrists and began locking them in the restraints. Then my ankles. She pulled them tight. I was totally immobile. She leaned in close to my face. I could feel her breath on my mouth. I lunged for a kiss and she pulled away. One of her favorite games. She did this for several minutes, before finally kissing me. I struggled against my restraints. That just made her laugh. "Think you've been teased a lot today?" she asked. I nodded, incapable of speaking. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You don't know what teasing is, bitch." My whole body shook with excitement and terror. I was so close to getting what I wanted, but I knew she was not going to make it easy on me. She kissed down my neck and stomach, and then she was at my thighs. And there she was, for so, so long. Just kissing, licking the sweetest spots of my inner thighs. Nibbling. Biting. Licking. Kissing. I wanted to grab hair and force her onto me. I didn't care about the bet anymore. But I was all bound up. Quite literally, I struggled against them. I wanted to get out. This was not for her show, I was actually trying to escape. She loved the look of it and laughed at me. I screamed and groaned. She just kept in on my thighs. "You're killing me! Please, baby, please!" The begging, again, was not for show. I was literally begging for mercy. "You're balls are actually blue," she smirked. "I didn't think that actually happened." "Dammit, SUCK ME, please! God, please!" She just laughed at my agony and kept teasing. I had never experienced this much sexual frustration before. Then she slid her tongue up the underside of my cock, just once. I jolted with excitement. I probably could have cum from that lick alone, if she'd let me. And then, she went right back to teasing. Several minutes later, she gave me one lick again, and then back to teasing. I had no sense of time, but if she had been teasing me like that for less than two hours, I'd have been surprised. Then, without the slightest warning, she swallowed me whole and began to suck away. I could have exploded in her mouth without a second thought. Not just because of my arousal, but also because of her expertise. Holding it in as she sucked me was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. If they didn't hear my screams in the next room, they had their ears plugged. The blow job was short lived; I think she knew it couldn't have lasted. She lifted my blindfold and undid my restraints. "I want you to be rubbing my clit with your thumb while I ride you," she said. I think she was anxious too, because I expected her to keep teasing me, but instead, she just unceremoniously impaled herself onto me, and let out a moan to rival mine. Again, I had to focus to hold it in, even though rubbing her clit took focus away. I actually felt the cum at the edge of my dick several times. She read my face, though, and slowed down every time I was getting close. She continued to ride me like an animal, slowing down only to enhance my misery. She got off on my agony more than I ever imagined she would. Some 20 or 30 minutes into the penetration, I heard a sound. I stopped for a second. My phone was ringing. No, it wasn't a phone call. It was the alarm I had set. It was midnight. That was it. I grabbed her by the upper arms and flipped her down, forcefully, then spread her legs with my knees and slammed into her as hard as I could. One pump, then a few more for good measure, and I was bursting in the most powerful orgasm of my entire life. I couldn't even see because my eyes were clouding over. It was so powerful it actually made my head hurt. Finally. Finally released. I took a few deep breaths and rolled off of her. For several minutes we both lay there wordless. I pulled her close to me. "I love you, baby," I said. "I love you too," she answered. "And that was amazing. Did you have fun?" "Yeah," I breathed out. "I mean, no. But yeah." She giggled. She knew what I meant. "It was incredible for me, too," she said. "But you know ..." "What?" "I'm curious about that side of the coin. Next time," she said, grinning, "I'm going to lose the video game on purpose."