This is a story about my first real tease and denial experience. It was my first kinky experience of any kind, really. It was also the first time I felt completely helpless, afraid, and at the mercy of someone from whom I had no idea what to expect. It was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done. And yet, with the power the mind seems to have to focus on the positive aspects of memories, it’s one of my memories that turns me on more than anything else.
It happened during my senior year of college. I’m not going to claim I was some sort of “Casanova” or that I was the handsomest man around, but I was quite popular on campus, and that extended well into my experiences with girls. I had my share of flings throughout my college “career”, but, like many guys my age, focused little on serious relationships.
The woman who I shared this experience with, was named Becky. Becky was a sophomore in college, still in the process of discovering who she was outside of her strict, religious upbringing. She was attractive, but not in the “smoking hot” manner with which I’d become accustomed. She was short, at around 5′ 3″, and had kept most of her “freshman 15” that she’d apparently indulged in her first year. She was pretty, but again, not in a stunning sort of way. Still, something obviously drew me to her.
This story does not reflect well on me, as I definitely sought to take advantage of my influence on her. I think there was some somewhat sick part of me that knew that with my status on campus, her naivety, and my being “outside her league” by most standards, that I’d have some extra control of our relationship. There was a twisted part of me that enjoyed corrupting someone with such a pristine background. Perhaps I deserved what happened, in some strange fulfillment of poetic justice.
While I’d had quite a number of sexual partners, she had had only two before me, both short-lived, and neither involving actual sex. She was obviously hesitant with men, clinging in some ways to her Christian heritage that told her of the evils of pre-marital sex. Still, I could tell she was enamored with me and was eager to please.
Like many college boys, I was also quite involved with internet porn. This interest had led me to find my greatest kink, yet unrealized, which was tease and denial. By the time I met Becky, nearly all of the porn I watched was focused on men being teased, “tortured”, denied, and dominated. I wanted more than anything to try this for real. When I met Becky, I thought I may have found someone with whom I could try it. She seemed impressionable, and I believed I could mold her into doing exactly what I wanted.
Anyway, we’d been… whatever it was that we were… for around a month before I broached the subject. I felt that she was firmly under my control by this point, and we’d done quite a few things she’d never done with anyone before.
One day, when we both had a couple of periods free between classes and were fooling around, I decided to go for it. I explained to her the basic concept, and asked if she’d be interested in doing it to me. “So… I’d play with you… pleasure you… but not let you cum?” she asked, confusion evident on her face. I was sure it was quite a foreign concept, and that anyone else she’d been with would have wanted exactly the opposite, generally as quick as possible.
“Yes, exactly. Well, you would eventually. But you’d make me wait… make me beg for it. Deny me… and then eventually, when you’re ready, make me cum,” I explained, getting hard just describing the idea to her. “Do you think you could do that?”
She seemed to consider it for a moment. Then I could see her desire to please me win out. “Yeah… I think I can try. But I want you to write it down for me so I know for sure what you want.”
“I can do that!” I quickly agreed, “I’ll even do one better, and send you a video that illustrates it.”
So later that night I typed up what I wanted. “It’s pretty simple really. I want you to tie me up, tease me, do whatever you want to me, drive me crazy, and make me beg to cum. But be cruel… don’t let me. Not until I’m beyond desperate. Then you’ll finally let me cum, when you decide you… and I… am ready. Basically, just do what the woman in this video does.
I sent her off one of my favorite videos, of a sexy mistress tying down her man, using him for her pleasure, and teasing him for ages. Into the latter part of the video, he begged and begged, but she kept telling him no. At the very end, as such videos usually go, she finally let him. He came what seemed like gallons.
I sent it off to her in an email, feeling extremely excited and a little nervous. Would she agree once she watched the video? Would she even be capable of being “mean” enough and making me wait like that? I doubted it. I would soon find out that I was the one who was truly naïve.
If there was a class on safe BDSM practices, this could be a textbook example of why safewords are so important. I did not take any such class and had no idea of such things.
I must have checked my email a thousand times that night, waiting for a response. It wasn’t until hours later that saw her name popup in the list.
“Ok, Barry. I’ll do it! It seems like it might be kind of fun. How about this weekend?”
I nearly immediately responded with an emphatic yes.
Friday night couldn’t come quickly enough. So of course, it seemed to take about ten times longer than usual. It finally arrived, and with it, Becky. My senior year I moved off campus to an apartment nearby. My roommate was gone that weekend, so it was the perfect time to try out something like this.
Becky wore a dress. It was long enough that it didn’t expose a lot of leg, but it was lowcut enough to show off her ample cleavage. She also brought her backpack in with her, which I didn’t think much of at the time. We had dinner together, pizza from my favorite local joint. Afterwards, I think we both felt a bit awkward, not knowing how to start. Finally, Becky came over and kissed me. “Are you sure this is what you want?” Her voice shook a little as she asked.
“Yes, absolutely!” I reassured her, and kissed her back.
“Ok, no backing out once we start! You’re going to do what I say, right?”, she asked with a smile. I nodded quickly, having no idea what I’d just agreed to. I couldn’t wait for what would come next. But it wasn’t at all what I expected.
“Ok great, let’s watch a movie,” she suggested.
I was hit with some disappointment. I’d hoped we’d get started right away. Not wanting to dissuade her or make her less confident, I put on a smile and sat down on the couch. I turned on the TV, and fired up the Roku.
While I was messing with that, I saw her go to her backpack out of the corner of my eye. She came back carrying her laptop. “No, no. Not on there. On here,” she said, and set the computer on the coffee table in front of us. She clicked around a bit, and then I saw, with more than a little excitement, that she was pulling up the video I’d sent her.
“I thought maybe we could watch this to start things out,” she said, with a grin. She still seemed a little nervous, but the nervousness seemed to be gradually fading. There was a twinkle in her eye to replace it.
I couldn’t believe my luck. Not only was this going to be my first time trying out my tease and denial fantasy, it was going to be my first time watching porn with a girl. I quickly started unbuttoning my pants for the ensuing fun.
“What are you doing?” she asked, incredulously, “Did I say you could take your pants off?”
“Uh… no…”, I responded, to her completely unexpected question. Her voice sounded a little strict, and I felt my dick getting hard.
“No, I didn’t. You’ll be leaving those on until I tell you otherwise. No touching your dick without my permission, got it? Not until we’re all done with this and you cum,” she said in a tone that seemed quite serious. “Well, if you cum.” She added the last, a smirk on her face.
Her words hit just the right spot in my kinky brain. I knew she had to be playing. “Yes, Maam!” I said, trying to get into my part.
I suddenly felt a little slap on my balls. “You’re to call me Mistress. Understood?”
I was surprised at that, I never imagined meek little Becky slapping me and telling me what to do so sternly.
“Yes, Mistress! Sorry Mistress,” I said, a huge smile on my face betraying any feigned remorse.
Her attitude and our little exchange were enough to make me uncomfortably hard in my pants. She clicked play and the movie started. She sat next to me, and lay her hand on my thigh. It slowly moved up and down my leg, and then to my inner thigh. A few minutes in it finally explored my now very erect cock. I expected her to unbutton my pants then, but she didn’t. She just laid her hand on top of me, barely moving it. It felt good, but it also felt frustrating. I wanted more. I’d never been teased like that before. I started moving my hips up and down to get more stimulation from her slow hand.
To my surprise she took her hand away, and then brought it down with a slap. She hit my dick, just hard enough to hurt a little. “Trying to hurry things along? No moving. Remember, I’m the one in control. You’re to stay still, and silent. Maybe we should make more sure of that.” She got up and retrieved her backpack, and set it down by the couch. She removed a pair of handcuffs from it. I was impressed. She had me lean forward and cuffed my hands behind my back.
“There, that should help avoid any more of that. You should know, I’m going to take my time. I’m in no hurry.” She motioned to the video, where the woman was stroking the man’s cock up and down, “You’re not getting any of that until I’m good and ready. Certainly not while we’re watching this. Probably tomorrow.”
I felt stunned at those last two words. It never even occurred to me that she would try to make this into a multi-day event. I realized I’d never told her not to. Is she kidding? She has to be kidding right? I thought, considering what she’d said. Her face didn’t look like she was kidding. “Uh, Becky, I didn’t mean to do this over the whole weekend, you can make me cum- ouch!”
Her hand came down on my dick again, harder than before. “I told you to stay silent. Not very good at listening, are we?” She stood up for a moment, hiking up her skirt, and pulled down her panties. It was a rather lacy pair of boyshorts. From the color difference in one spot, I could tell that I wasn’t the only getting turned on already. Next, she did something I definitely did not expect. She shoved the panties into my mouth.
At first, I gagged a little as a bit of the fabric went back towards my throat, but with a little maneuvering I managed to keep them far enough forward. “You’re to keep those in until I tell you otherwise. I think that should help you stay silent.”
I looked at her, and I’m sure my eyes were as big as quarters. Who was this woman sitting next to me, now with no panties? She didn’t seem like the gentle, shy Becky I’d met in an English class. She got up and went around the corner into the kitchen. I heard the sink run, and then it sounded like she was poking around the freezer. What the hell is she doing now?
A moment later she returned and sat back down. The movie was still playing, and her focus went back to it. Her lack of panties seemed to free her somehow, and I saw her hike her skirt back up and a hand move between her legs as she watched. I was starting to feel a little afraid of her, and yet somehow that only made me more horny. Watching her play with herself certainly didn’t help matters. I wasn’t sure my pants could contain my dick much longer.
Her other hand moved back over, and resumed its painfully slow touches. I wanted so much for her to take my pants off and wrap that hand around my dick, but she didn’t. I couldn’t help but moan a little in frustration at times, doing my best to keep still. I saw her look over at my face periodically, desire in her eyes and a smirk on her face. Finally, her hand seemed to work enough magic, and I heard and saw her cum. She looked at me as she did so, as if to rub in the fact that she could do what I could not.
The video was a long one, around 45 minutes long. Finally, I saw with some relief, it was nearly over. I was sure that after it was over, we’d move to the bedroom and get to it.
The video ended, with the man cumming all over the woman’s tits and face. I longed to do that to Becky.
She got up from the couch, and I followed suit. “What are you doing, slave? Did I tell you to get up?”
I quickly sat down, her authoritative tone taking hold of me. She went over to the laptop and restarted the video. Then she clicked another button, enabling repeat. I stared in disbelief. Surely, she doesn’t mean to keep this up for the entirety of the video again… much less multiple times!
She removed her dress, watching me as she did so to see my reaction. I stared longingly at her breasts, her nipples barely covered by the lacy bra that contained them. She sat back down next to me, and went back to the slow, painful teasing over the top of my pants. By now I was actually annoyed, and a little angry. This wasn’t what I’d had in mind. With my hands tied up and her panties in my mouth I couldn’t do much about it. And with her commanding presence, I’m not sure I would have anyway. So, I did the only thing I could, I endured it.
Partway through the video, she (to my great relief) unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down and off. My underwear soon followed. My dick immediately sprang up, released from its fabric prison.
I watched intently, excited for her to finally wrap her hand around it and stroke me meaningfully. But she didn’t. She seemed to ignore it entirely. Instead, she took off her bra, giving me a little smile. Her glorious tits released from their captivity. She went back to watching the video, one hand on her pussy, the other playing with her tits. It was difficult to watch, and yet I couldn’t look away. I wanted to touch her, feel her, fuck her. Eventually she came again, staring at my untouched dick as she did so.
“Did you want me to touch that?” she asked, a sly grin plastered on her face.
I nodded emphatically. I wanted it so badly.
She brought her hand over and traced her way along my shaft, from the base upwards, incredibly slowly. When she was just about to touch my head, she pulled it away. “Too bad,” she said, unsympathetically. She made her hand into a circle and put it around my dick as if she was going to stroke it, but kept it loose and didn’t actually touch it. I writhed around, trying to rub my dick on her hand.
She immediately took her hand away, and gave me several swift slaps to my balls. They were just hard enough to hurt, and they were certainly hard enough to surprise me.
“I told you no moving. Well, that’s that. I would’ve liked to slide my hands up and down that cock… feeling every vein and contour… hearing you moan as I jerked you closer and closer. But I have to punish you for your disobedience. I guess you’ll have to wait for me to touch it. Maybe tomorrow.”
I gasped in disbelief and anger. I tried to spit the panties out to tell her what I thought of that, and I stood up from the couch. She quickly pushed me back down with a strength I didn’t know she had, and then out of nowhere produced a roll of duct tape. The tape went over my mouth, effectively sealing it with her panties inside.
“Get up again without my permission, and I’ll make you wish you didn’t have balls,” she said, and her eyes seemed to somehow radiate both anger and arousal, simultaneously. My dick felt even harder at this, while my fear of her grew. What the fuck did I get myself into? I wondered, halfway between regret and glee. I was definitely the most turned on I’d ever been in my entire life.
Assuming my obedience, she turned back to the video. It was painful to watch my favorite video when I couldn’t stroke my dick, which was sticking up prominently right in front of me.
When the video ended this time, she shut the laptop. “Well, it’s getting a little late, huh? We should probably go to bed soon?”
I was excited by the prospect of being let out of all this, and at the least being able to go jerk myself off and get some relief.
As if she read my mind, she said, “I don’t think I trust you not to take… matters… into your own hands while you’re so excited,” she said, giving my engorged cock a long look. “Stay here.”
She walked into the kitchen again, and again it sounded like she’d opened the freezer. She came back with her hands behind her back. She nodded down at my swollen cock. “Is that feeling a little uncomfortable? Want me to fix it for you?”
Again, I nodded as hard as I could. Hope suddenly blossomed in me that she was going to suck me off, or at least use her hands. But when she brought her hands forward from behind her back, my hope quickly faded. Her hands weren’t to pleasure me. They were holding one of my kitchen towels, and it looked oddly stiff. I soon found out why. She wrapped it around my throbbing dick and icy cold enveloped it. I gave a small shriek, both from the intense feeling of cold and from the surprise. She took it away after a few moments, and licked my dick from base to tip. The warmth of her tongue felt amazing after how neglected my poor dick had been, and the cold seemed to make the warmth feel all the more powerful. But with that one lick over, she put the towel back. A few more licks and wraps later, she’d managed to deflate my dick down to as small as it could go.
“So, I think we’ll leave those cuffs on for now. If you promise me to stay silent, though, I’ll take out the gag.”
I quickly nodded, eager to have the panties out of my mouth. It was hot at first, but by now it was uncomfortable and annoying. I also wasn’t sure I wouldn’t give her an earful about all this.
“Ok, you promised. If you break that promise, I’ll make you regret it,” she warned me, again with a voice that showed no hint of humor.
With a quick swish of her wrist, she ripped the duct tape off my face. Then she helped remove the panties as I tried to spit them out. “Did you enjoy tasting me? I hope so. You’ll be tasting a lot more of that soon enough.” She kissed me then, her tongue plunging into my mouth. The knowledge that she no doubt tasted herself in my mouth started to put some life back into my cock.
In an instant it was like her face changed, and she gave me a little smile. Her voice sounded more normal too… her normal, sweet, self. “So, how am I doing? Teasing you enough?”
“Fuck, Becky. This isn’t what I really wanted. I wanted you to actually tease my dick and then make me cum! What the hell is this? Where did you even get these ideas?”, I unloaded on her.
I saw a hurt look in her eyes, as she looked down towards the floor. I suddenly felt terrible that I’d snapped on her, when she was just trying to fulfill my fantasy. It wasn’t really her fault that she didn’t know how to do it exactly right. “Ok… I’ll just take the cuffs off and I can head home. I’m sorry…”
Tears started showing in her eyes. Fuck, Barry, could you be a bigger dick?
“I’m the one that’s sorry, Becky. I’m so sorry I snapped on you. I’m just frustrated… but I guess that’s the whole point of the teasing, right?” I gave her a smile, “I really appreciate you doing this. I know you’re stepping out of your comfort zone for me. And you put a lot of planning and work into this! It’s really impressive!”
She looked up, “Really? So, you don’t want to stop?”
A little voice in my head told me to tell her I was done. Not to continue with it. I ignored it. I don’t know if I was getting turned on too much again and that was overriding the memory of how I had just felt afraid or if I just felt bad enough and didn’t want to hurt her. Whatever my reasons, I instead said, “No no no, not at all! Let’s keep it up. Just maybe… more actual playing with my dick?”
She smiled, “I’m glad you want to keep going. And don’t worry, I have lots of playing with your dick planned. Just not quite yet.”
She went behind me and unlocked the handcuffs. I got ready for bed and then climbed into bed. I was still naked, hoping for some of the attention I was craving. A few minutes later she came out of the bathroom. She was completely naked. The sight of her ample breasts and her trimmed pussy got me hard again. She got in bed with me, and scooted over. Her hand found its way down to my dick, which was hard again. She gave it some slow, gentle strokes. After not having any contact it felt incredible. I was melting.
“So, you want to keep going? You’re ok with me being in charge again? You promise you won’t jerk yourself off until I say it’s ok?” she asked, breathing in my ear while she teased at my dick.
Against my better judgment, I did. “Yeah babe… I promise.”
She smiled. Then all of a sudden, her hand which had been feeling so good, left my dick and came down on my balls with a hard slap. “That’s Mistress,” her smile grew a little as mischief danced in her eyes.
Her hand played with my balls for a while, and then went back to my dick. Even with the slow strokes, I could feel myself building towards the edge. I was lost in the pleasure of it, so happy to finally have some real attention on my sensitive dick. Then suddenly, as I approached the brink, she removed her hand again. “How close were you? Make sure you warn me if you’re getting too close,” her hand patted my balls lightly, “if you cum without permission, you’ll be… very sorry.”
If at all possible, my dick stiffened even more at her admonition. I was happy that we were finally getting into the part of this that I actually wanted.
Once I had enough of a break, she slowly moved her finger up my dick from the base to the head. I moaned as she touched the head. Then she took it away.
“Ok, time for sleep,” she said, her grin telling me she knew how painful it was for me to stop.
“What? Ba-Mistress, can you keep going? Maybe… make me cum?” I asked, at the same time wanting her to say yes and no.
“No. You’re lucky you got that much. But don’t worry, tomorrow we’ll have plenty of time to focus on that poor dick,” she rolled over to face away, and scooted against me. I rolled to face her, my hard dick pressed against her bare ass. She moved her ass up and down against me, and I wanted so badly to slide my dick inside her. But I knew that wasn’t happening tonight. “Remember,” she whispered, “No touching!”
It took all my willpower to obey that. I rubbed my dick against her, almost involuntarily, humping against her smooth ass as she fell asleep. Somehow, eventually, I got some sleep.
The next morning, I woke with my dick already painfully erect. I opened my eyes and looked down towards it, and saw Becky there. She had pulled the sheet away and was down by my legs, touching my shaft with the lightest of touches. She avoided the head entirely.
When she saw that I was awake, she said, “Good morning, slave. Sleep well? This dick looks like it’s ready for some…” she paused, and gave it a slow lick, “merciless teasing. Why don’t you shower and get ready? We’ll eat some breakfast, and then get started. It’s going to be a long day.” She patted my balls and gave me a mischievous smile. I could hear some nervousness in her voice again, I guess the new day took away some of her momentum.
We both showered and then we sat down for some simple breakfast. We didn’t bother with any small talk, I’m pretty sure we both had the day’s fun firmly on our minds. I’d never imagined when I’d asked her to do this that I’d still be waiting to cum the morning after we started. I usually masturbated at least twice a day in those days, so even without the teasing I’d have been itching to cum. With the teasing I was feeling very ready.
“Ok slave, go to your room, take off all your clothes, and lay on the bed,” she said, her voice shaking the tiniest bit. “Oh, and put this on.”
She handed me a blindfold that she pulled out of her pocket. I was looked at it, surprised, yet excited that we were finally getting to the “meat” of my fantasy. I hurried into my room to do as she asked.
I lay down on the bed, blindfolded, in nervous anticipation. I heard her walk in, and then she was up by the head of the bed, taking my wrists and handcuffing them together. I pulled and realized she’d somehow tied them to the headboard. A moment later I felt something similar with my ankles. I pulled on each, testing them out, and found them to be quite solid. This increased my nervousness, but also my arousal. I could tell I was already getting hard.
She laid down on the bed next to me. She kissed me firmly on the lips, then on the ear. She whispered, “I hope you’re ready for this. I’ve thought a lot about what I’m going to do to you. I even watched that… porno… on my own a bunch of times. I’d never seen one before, but it really turned me on. I hope last night got you thoroughly desperate for my touch. You know the rules… don’t you dare cum until I say so.” Her voice wasn’t shaking anymore. It had the unmistakable ring of confidence… and also something else. Arousal? I wondered, knowing my dick was extremely hard from her hearing her words.
She kissed me then, her tongue exploring my mouth. “Do you ever touch yourself, fantasizing about this scenario?” she asked me, her hand traveling slowly down my body.
I gave a nervous laugh, and I’m sure my face turned a bit red. “Y-yeah… frequently.”
“I see you think this is funny, hmm slave? We’ll see how funny you think it is later when you’re begging me… wanting to cum more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life… and I tell you no,” Becky told me, again in a voice that sounded completely confident. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she’d done this all before, many times. Her words, while a little frightening, were probably the hottest words I’d ever heard in my life. I felt my dick getting painfully hard, waiting for her touch.
I didn’t have to wait long. She got up and straddled my stomach, her hands right at my waiting dick. I suddenly felt her hands on me, but only with the lightest of touches. She teased at my balls, then slowly moved up my shaft. She stopped just short of my swollen head, and went back down the shaft just as slowly. She did this over and over. Unless you’ve been in this situation, you probably can’t really understand what it’s like. It felt really good, but it also amplified my desire for more stimulation. It was maddening. She did this for a few minutes, my body tensing up in response, hoping for more contact. I moaned in a mixture of pleasure and frustration.
“Liking this, are we?” she cooed, “From now on, I don’t want to hear anything from you. If I hear any sound from that mouth of yours, I’m going to stop. Slaves’ mouths aren’t for speaking. I’ll show you what they’re for a little later.”
Fuck, where did all this dominant attitude come from? I knew that order would be impossible to fully follow. I also knew that she knew that. Her cruel teasing touches continued, while I struggled to keep my moans and groans inside. When her fingers finally reached my head, they slowly circled around it and then concentrated on my frenulum. It was too much to contain.
“Ooooh”, I let out, feeling the intensity of her finally giving my head some much needed contact. I immediately both regretted my slip and was excited to find out what she would do in response.
She stopped her touches. “I told you to be silent. It’s such a simple thing, lay there and don’t make noise. Such a bad slave, disobeying me. Maybe you don’t really want to cum today. Maybe this is your way of telling me to make you wait even longer,” she teased, and then her hand went back… but only to my shaft.
“We’re going to start with just the shaft, and then move on to other things. But every time you make a sound, we have to start over,” she explained as she tormented my dick.
I knew the game was impossible for me to win. It was exactly how she wanted it. And maybe… maybe it was how I wanted it too. I was loving the feeling of being completely at her mercy… and the lack of it.
Once again after a few minutes she moved up to the head. Once again, it wasn’t very long before I made a sound. This time it was such small sound, not much more than a quickly exhaled breath. It was enough.
She again stopped. “Tsk tsk tsk. Such a naughty slave. What am I going to do with you?” She asked rhetorically, as she massaged my inner thighs. “Maybe I should just leave you here for a while. Go watch a movie. Maybe go out shopping. Come back hours later, with you still tied up here, waiting.”
I suppressed a groan at the thought of that. After last night, I thought her capable of it.
“Hmm, that’s an idea. Maybe later. I want to play more right now,” she seemed to answer her own question, then went back to just my shaft.
Like a broken record, the same serious of events occurred. When she stopped touching me this time, I felt her moving. “I think my slave needs my help to behave himself.” She sighed dramatically. “The things a Mistress does for her slave.”
I felt her moving towards my head, and then smelled her pussy as she sat on my face. It was intoxicating. “Maybe if you’re busy licking, you’ll have less opportunity to make noise. You better make it good, if you hope to cum any time soon.”
I needed little encouragement to start licking her. My extreme arousal made me want to eat her out more than I’d ever wanted to do so before. Her pussy was already so wet, and I could taste her sweet juices. She was obviously very much enjoying herself. From the sounds she made as I licked away, she was enjoying herself even more now that she was planted firmly on my face.
She leaned forward and went back to her touches on my shaft. I could tell she was a little distracted this time, from the way she stopped at times, or squeezed me harder.
Apparently, her plan actually worked, because when she worked her way up to my head, she was able to keep going. I doubt that I actually managed to stay silent, but her pussy smothered any noise I might have made.
Suddenly, her hand gripped my dick hard. Her other hand found its way to my balls, and squeezed them as well. I knew she was very close. “Yes slave… make me cum. Make me cum on your face.” Her moans grew louder, and then I felt her body shudder as she came.
“Maybe you’re not such a terrible slave, after all,” she teased, as she lifted off my face and resumed her spot on my stomach. “I’m sure you’ll be doing that a lot today.” My face felt wet, and I could still taste her, stoking my ardour. I’d never enjoyed going down on a girl so much before.
As she grabbed a hold of my dick again, she told me, “Congratulations. You finally passed that test. I will graciously allow you to make noises again… though not excessively. And of course, no talking. You know now what your mouth is really meant for.”
I felt her lean over to the side, and then felt something cold on my dick. I realized she’d applied some lube. She started stroking me, from the tip down, gripping tightly. It may have been enough to make me cum, but she did it very slowly. Something about it was extremely intense. She did this over and over. I was glad she’d lifted her restrictions, because there’s no way I would have been able to resist moaning now.
I felt one hand play with my balls while the other continued it’s slow downward strokes. “Do you like this? I’ve heard most guys can take this for hours without cumming. They usually go a bit insane long before they get close to cumming.” She said this matter-of-factly, as if she was reading the weather forecast for the day, and not describing a form of exquisite torture.
“Of course, you have little concept of time right now, do you? Do you know how long you’ve been tied down here? If you guess correctly, I’ll give you a special reward. You can speak,” she asked, some amusement in her voice.
“Um… three hours?” I hazarded a guess.
She laughed. “Three hours? It’s only been 45 minutes.”
I couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t sure I did. She could easily be messing with me, as I had no way of seeing a clock in my blindfolded state.
“Hmm. Since you thought it was three hours, though, let’s use that. I’m going to keep this up until we get to the three hours. I wonder how long it’ll take before you’re begging me to stop. If you hold out long enough, maybe I’ll grant you some mercy,” she said this amusedly, as her hands continued their assault.
Fuck… 2 hours… and 15 minutes… of this?! I thought incredulously, knowing I’d never make it through this without begging. I wasn’t sure I’d make it a half hour without that.
An hour or so later I was laying in a pool of my own sweat, writhing against the handcuffs, and begging more profusely and loudly than I thought possible. “Please! Please Mistress! Stop! I’ll do anything… just stop the strokes and make me cum!”
She laughed again, an evil-sounding, satisfied laugh. “Oh slave. It’s only been an hour. You have a lot longer to go. And make you cum? That’s not happening anytime soon. If it happens at all.”
“Please… please… I can’t take any more. I really can’t. You’ve gotta let me out of here. This… isn’t what I wanted! Please Mistress!” I begged with everything I had.
I heard another chuckle. “Slave… this is exactly what you wanted.” She leaned to the side again, and I heard a piece of paper unfolding. She read my own words back to me, “‘I want you to tie me up, tease me, do whatever you want to me, drive me crazy, and make me beg to cum. But be cruel… don’t let me.’ That’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m just following your instructions,” she told me, mirth and power quite clear in her tone.
“Fuck… no… Mistress, I didn’t mean this much. You can let me cum now, please!” I tried to convince her, even though I knew it was likely futile.
She read more of my own, stupid, poorly planned words, “‘I’ll no doubt beg you and tell you whatever I can, but I don’t want you to give in until I’m a wreck of horniness and desperation.’ You apparently did a good job of predicting the future. Good thing you gave me such clear directions in what to do or I would probably be making you cum right now. Instead,” from the change in sound, she looked back at me, “We’re only getting started. Do you realize it’s only 10 a.m.? There’s so much day left… before we even get to the evening… or night.”
I slumped down against the bed, feeling defeated. Is she serious? She’s not really going to tease me like this that long… right? As I felt another maddeningly slow downward stroke, I lost any true hope of that.
I had no way to tell time, but I’m certain the entire period of torture took place. It felt like years, rather than hours. By the time she stopped, I was sobbing and my begging came out in hoarse cries. I was absolutely helpless and desperate. Even as I sobbed, a part of me knew this really was what I’d wanted.
“Well, I think it’s time for a break. It’s just about lunch time,” she informed me, and I felt immense relief at the stop of torture. “But we’ll need to make sure of some things. You are not going to touch yourself, correct?” She asked this while one hand squeezed my balls, hard.
“Oww- yes Mistress! I promise!” I found to my surprise that I actually meant it. I had no intention of breaking my word to her.
“Do I need to… cool things down, like I did last night?” she asked, and the memory of the shocking cold rose up in my mind.
“No! Please Mistress! Please don’t do that… I’ll be good…” I begged, something I was getting quite used to.
“Ok. Who says I’m not merciful?”, she smiled at that. “Besides, I think I’ll enjoy seeing your hard dick aching to be touched while we eat lunch.”
We ate lunch, and as she said my dick stayed hard for most of it. I went and relieved myself in the bathroom, with some difficulty with my erection still raging.
When we’d finished and cleaned up, she ordered me around again, “Ok, slave. Back to bed.”
Looking back, this would’ve been another opportunity to stop it. I wasn’t tied down, I could have just said, “No, Becky. I’ve had enough.” That would’ve been the smart thing to do. But I wasn’t smart. I was horny. And even though in some ways it had gone on further than I wanted, I was loving being deep in the midst of my fantasy. Some sick part of me wanted this to continue… to go even further.
So, without the slightest protest, except maybe a sigh, I went back to my place on the bed. She tied me down again.
This time she started with her mouth. She made slow licks and kisses up and down my shaft. She licked and kissed my balls. She even stopped at times to lick and kiss my inner thighs. The one place she did not lick or kiss, was the head of my poor cock.
I could see this all happening, for the first time that day, without the blindfold. She looked up at me as she did it, a knowing look demonstrating how much she enjoyed driving me crazy. I don’t know how long she kept at this stage of the teasing, but it seemed like days. Finally, she opened her mouth wide and lowered it over my bulging dick. She breathed warm air on it. She moved up and down. She moaned. She did everything a man might want a woman to do with her mouth around his dick… except the most important thing. She didn’t suck. She didn’t even close her mouth. I was so close to feeling that wonderful pressure… and she denied me it. She finally took her mouth away. “Was that good for you?” She winked at me, enjoying my obvious torment.
I groaned in frustration. I hated what she was doing to me. It was beyond frustrating. Painful. And I loved it. I know that doesn’t make any sense, unless you’ve been in this position. I hated and loved it at the same time. I wanted it to stop more than anything and wanted it to continue more than anything too. My mind became a mess of contradictions.
“Well, I sure spent a lot of time making you feel good with my mouth. I think it’s your turn,” she said as she made her way up, pulling her panties off on the way. She sat on my face, this time facing the headboard. She grabbed the headboard, and used it to grind around on my face. It felt more like she was fucking my tongue than that I was actually licking her. She did this until she came. Twice. My face was covered in her juices. I was mad with the smell and taste of her.
Somehow my dick remained hard throughout all of this, even though she never touched it or even looked at it the whole time. When she lifted herself off my wet face, she chuckled a little. “I think you enjoyed that too. This looks as hard as ever, even untouched. Maybe the only pleasure you need… is to give me pleasure? Maybe you don’t really want to cum. Maybe you want to serve me, and feel orgasms only through my own.”
I wasn’t sure where all this dialogue had come from. Surely, not from the mind of a sheltered religious girl who never watched porn. I think I underestimated the power of repressed sexuality allowed to finally release. I knew I didn’t really want what she described. I wanted to cum, more than ever. More than anything. But somehow those words still turned me on even more. My dick moved around on its own.
“Well, I think I want to play with it some more,” she informed me, as she retrieved the lube. She took a sizeable amount and rubbed it over my dick. Seeing her in this position, the top of her ass in front of me and being unable to see what she did to my dick, was somehow extremely erotic. She started stroking, and while it wasn’t all out in the way I would normally do it, it wasn’t quite as gentle or soft as before. It had a purpose.
It wasn’t long at all before I was getting close. I was again lost in the pleasure of it. Lost in the desire to cum. I didn’t warn her as I felt the orgasm getting closer and closer. I felt her stop, just short of that point of no return. Her hands fled my dick, and I involuntarily tried to hump at anything I could. Her weight on my stomach prevented it quite easily.
“Slave…”, she started, sounding very unhappy, “were you trying to cum without permission? You were, weren’t you?”
Once a few moments had passed, she pulled my dick forward against my stomach with one hand. The other began a relentless assault on my balls. She gave them slap after slap. They were by no means as hard as she could’ve gone, but it still hurt. I was yelling and whimpering by the time she finished.
“Shhh. If you thought that was bad, just imagine what it would be like if you actually managed to cum without my permission. You don’t want to find out,” she warned me in a very serious voice, while she picked up her panties. “You’re being a little too noisy again. Since I don’t need your mouth right now, it has little purpose.” I could only watch as she took her panties, which I could tell were sopping wet, and stuffed them in my mouth. I was grateful they were a thong this time, it was less material to contain in my mouth. She grabbed the duct tape again and made sure they’d stay in.
“There, that’s better, don’t you think?” she said, as she turned back to my dick. “I rather like when you’re gagged. Then you can’t even protest, no matter what I do to you. Now, where were we? Oh yes, relentless edges.”
She went back to her stroking. I don’t know how many times she got me to the brink and stopped. It had to be dozens. I was in tears again by the end. Tears of frustration. I felt out of my mind. And at this point, I was still somehow enjoying it.
“Ok, I have a special gift for you,” she told me, after what seemed like the 500th edge. “I’m going to let you cum! Aren’t you grateful to your Mistress?” she looked back at me, and I nodded furiously wanting to give her no reason to change her mind.
She started stroking again, much like before. This time I felt her expertly make the slow climb to the point of no return. She crossed it, and I knew I was going to cum. It was going to be glorious. I knew it would be the most amazing, powerful, pleasurable orgasm of my life. And then… she took her hands away. It took a moment for my frustration-addled brain to make sense of that. Then I screamed, as much as I could through the gag. I tried to beg her to keep touching me, but I’m sure it came out as a jumble of nonsense. I tried to hump the air, looking for any contact I could get. But her weight on me stopped any chance of that. After ages of the world passed, or probably a handful of seconds, I felt it happen. My cum came out. Not as an overwhelming explosion of pleasurable climax. As a slow dribble, of frustration and disappointment.
She laughed then, a long, evil laugh. What a fucking bitch. I thought to myself, and was suddenly glad for the gag. I was sure I would’ve cursed her to hell.
“Are you grateful to your Mistress for letting you cum? Was it everything you imagined?” she paused, looking back at me, no doubt seeing the anger and frustration in my eyes. “I read about this. A ruined orgasm. Pretty fun, don’t you think? It should help amplify you to another level of need,” she explained, still obviously very much enjoying my shock and disappointment.
She considered my expression. “What? You weren’t expecting a full orgasm, were you? Surely, not yet. We have so much more playing to do.”
I felt cold at those words. Was she ever going to let me out of here? Was I ever going to cum?
“I can see that you’re not very happy with me right now, slave. So, I tell you what. I’ll leave you alone for a while,” she said as she got up from the bed.
I waited anxiously for her to take the handcuffs off so I could be done with all this. Instead, she went to her backpack and removed a hitachi vibrator. It had some kind of sleeve attached to it. “I wouldn’t want to leave you here with nothing to think of me,” she said in a husky voice, and slid the sleeve over my dick to the base. It wrapped up maybe half of my shaft. She plugged it into the wall, and hit a button. A vibration shot through my dick. I could feel it in my balls as well. I felt like I might cum if it kept up, and hoped so much that I would. “Oh, silly me. That’s much too high, isn’t it?” She turned the intensity down to a low rumble. It was enough to feel good, and might be enough to get me close in time, but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to cum from it.
“Alright, be good. I’ll see you in…”, she looked at the clock, “Maybe a few hours? We’ll see.”
I tried to scream at her as she left the room, but she ignored my feeble cries. She closed the door, and then shortly I heard the front door open and close. She really is leaving me here like this.
I found out that she wasn’t kidding. The next three hours were some of the most difficult, excruciating hours of my life… up to that point. I felt the constant pleasure from the vibrator, but without any opportunity for release. I thought I might really go insane. I stared at the clock, willing it to move faster.
When she finally returned, I was a mess of sweat, tears, and desperation. “Was that fun?” she asked simply, as she came in. “I hope so.”
I was furious by this point. I needed to cum, and I needed to get out of this bed. But she had no intention of allowing either. She turned the vibrator off, but left the sleeve on, as she climbed back on me. She took off the duct tape, and removed the panties. “Why don’t you show me how grateful you are for all that fun?”
She went to lower herself back on my face. “You fucking bitch, let me out of here right now. This is way past what I wanted. I need out of here, now! And we’re done, I’m dumping your ass!”
She stopped with her pussy above me, drops of her juices falling down on my face. I heard her sigh. “I was afraid it might come to this.” She sat on my chest, her pussy inches from my mouth. Despite my anger I breathed in her scent, and felt my dick stiffen. “You could have just made me cum one more time with your mouth. And then I would’ve made you cum… for real this time… and let you out. But now…” she trailed off as she picked the panties back up. She rubbed them on her wet pussy, soaking them again, and then when I opened my mouth to shout again, she stuffed them in. A fresh piece of duct tape sealed them there.
“I obviously can’t reward you for being so nasty. So mean. So ungrateful. You clearly haven’t learned your lesson, have you?” she chided me, as she climbed back over my face. She lowered her pussy on my face, and rubbed it against my nose. I breathed her in, and then realized in horror that when she sat down completely, I couldn’t breathe. She only stayed down a few seconds before getting back up. “That way you can smell me and not forget about me,” she said.
Forget about her? How would I forget- my thought was cut short, as she reached out to the vibrator. I screamed through the panties again, and pulled at the handcuffs with all my might. “Oh dear. I’m afraid you’re not going to get out of here for a long time. You need to be punished. Taught to respect your Mistress.” She turned the device on, and I felt the vibrations start up again.
She picked the blindfold up and put it on me, then apparently took earplugs out of her backpack and popped them in my ears. I felt like I had little sense left, except the continuous vibration on my tortured dick. “I think this time I won’t go as easy on you. It’s my duty really, as your Mistress. And since we’re done, I might as well get all of the fun I can from our last night together.” She flipped a switch on the device, and I felt the vibration get a little stronger. “That might just be enough to make you cum, eventually. It’ll probably take a few more hours. And then I think, you might regret wanting to cum so much… as your overly sensitive dick feels every one of those vibrations. And as you cum again. And again. You’ll have to let me know how many times you came, when I see you. Tomorrow. I bet by then you’ll be empty of all that anger… and everything else. I bet you’ll be ready to apologize then.”
She’s bluffing. She has to be bluffing. I tried to convince myself. But deep down, I knew. She was crazy. She’d poured her crazy out on me, and I was going to pay the price.
I tried to protest through the gag, but I knew it was no use. “It’s a little after 5 pm right now. I’ll see you in the morning. I’m pretty tired after all this, though. I don’t think I’ll be waking up early. No… I think I’ll sleep in. Late. Have fun, slave.”
I heard the door close, and began sobbing. I lay frozen in terror. My biggest fantasy, my most desired dream, had become my worst nightmare. To have what I wanted most twisted and turned against me in this way, it was horrible.
I wouldn’t be able to do justice to that longest night of my life. Words can’t describe how torturous it was. How unending. How relentless. How hopeless. Before that night I’d had no familiarity with orgasms from the least possible vibration, how ruined they felt, the post orgasm torture that follows, or the feeling of cumming when there’s nothing left to cum. That night I became intimately familiar with all of it.
I can only say that by the time she showed up, late the next morning, I was indeed empty. Empty of cum. Empty of tears. Empty of sweat. Empty of spirit.