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Letter to Women...
By Mistress Ivey,
Why is it that so many men seem to enjoy orgasm denial and control? Just what is the fascination with being denied the opportunity to cum, that attracts so many men? You would think that they would want to have that orgasm as soon as possible. So why do so many men love “not cumming” so much…
It’s simple, really. When a man ejaculates, a hormone is released that signals the brain to reverse the blood flow out of his cock. It also signals the brain to stop being aroused by the very things that he loves. So you see, when a man has an ejaculation, it’s not just because he is tired that makes him want to do something else, it’s his very make up, his own body, that is making him lose interest in sex. In other words, the longer he is denied an orgasm, the longer his pleasure lasts. Men only feel sexual pleasure before they cum, not after…
Therefore, ladies, it’s our duty to tease them and then deny them the release they only think they want. So the next time your husband, lover, submissive or what have you, tells you he is about to cum… Stop him! I guarantee he will thank you for it later…
Have you ever wanted your husband (boyfriend or whatever) to be more attentive? More helpful around the house? Maybe you would like him to last longer during intercourse or just not lose interest before you are finished? If you answered “yes” to any of these questions, you should pay close attention to this blog. I created this blog to help women take control of their men and to turn them into better lovers, better, more attentive husbands (or boyfriends). If you read my posts and apply what you learn, you will be absolutely amazed at the results. I will even give a money-back guarantee! Okay, the information is free, but what have you got to lose? If you put into practice the things you will learn here, then I am sure you will gain a better, all around, relationship with your man.
I will dedicate sections of this blog to training, cock teasing, orgasm denial, and even male chastity. I will teach you how to create the perfect husband, to have fun with your submissive, and to create a cuckold husband (if that’s what you want). So give my methods a try and I am sure you will be writing me to tell me about your success and perhaps some new ideas that you have found with which to torment your man…
Thanks to Mistress Ivey from the blog “Becoming a Mistress”.
I should be wrangling data-
But instead, I cannot stop thinking about having a boy flaunt himself before me as I work.
Temptingly nude and plugged, he would be assigned some easy household chores, but he would never be allowed out of my sight.
As the day progressed, I would ease into it, whispering soft praise-
Mmm, sweetie, I love pretty curve of your ass - or - You're making it really hard to concentrate, bending over table like that, gorgeous-
When I could no longer resist, I would finally call him over. I would run my hands over his body, caressing every inch, watching, listening for that special whimper or gasp that told me exactly where he aches to be touched.
Then, I would kiss, lick, nip, and pinch the areas around it.
Oh, look at you, honey - already so hard and hot. You're dripping, and I've barely touched you. Your pretty cock is aching for what - my hand? My mouth? Mmmm, you look like the perfect midday treat -
I would barely rub the tip against my lips, moaning roughly. I might reach around to gently pull on the plug, the slowly take the tip in my mouth as his ass swallows it again. I would do it until his knees shook, then stop, wipe my mouth, and ask him to help me strip. I want him to see how hard my nipples are, and how soaking wet I am. Then I would let him touch me - slide his fingers between my folds to find my clit hot and throbbing, looking deep in his eyes for that telltale shine of hunger -
Then, I would gently move his hand and sit back down.
You're being terribly distracting, sugar, but I've got to work. If I fall behind, I can't tell my boss 'it's late because I was pegging my sweet little cockslut', can I? Go over there and reorganize my books. Mmhmm. Yes, the ones on the bottom shelf.
As he knelt and bent over, arched and vulnerable, to move the books, I would take him in. Soft, sweet, plug peeking from between his cheeks, and would stroke my clit, teasing myself with thoughts of all I would do when the game reached a crescendo ...
When he turned around, and gasped at the sight of me with my leg slung over the arm of the chair, spread wide and stroking, I would beckon to him with a crooked finger - probably wet and red-tipped with friction.
Crawl to me, sweetness. Like the needy boy you are.
Once he was kissing-close, I would spread wider and let him see and feel my heat, as my other hand slid down his torso to caress his cock to hardness again. I would stroke until it seeped with need, then gather it up and rub it on my swollen clit.
Now our wetness is mixed, angel. Want.to taste? You're nodding, but you need to use your words. Yeah? Ooh, that sounded needy. How delicious.
I would let him lick me, swirl his tongue on my swollen bud just enough to make him whimper and chuff with hunger, then gently push him away.
If your tongue feels that heavenly, how would your cock feel in my pussy? It's sooo fucking delicious, you say? Mm, I felt that in my clit, but you need to watch that filthy mouth, honey. You want to make me come? Soon. But, now, be a love and make me a cup of tea.
A little later, as he boiled the water, I would sneak behind him, pull out the plug, and replace it with a lubed finger. I would wait until he felt my strap against his hip, then groan into his shoulderblade as he arched and bent over the counter, ready to receive any stimulation I saw fit to give him...
And I would fuck him until he dribbled honey on the floor, then guide his head between my thighs, under the strap, and let him lick and finger me to coming.
After, my pussy still snapping with orgasm, I might return the favor, sucking on the tip of his cock while I fingerfuck his ass...
But maybe not. I might leave him needy and dripping.
After all, dinner needs to be made.
You are all my fantasies miss, so I shall be all of yours
She’d simply shook her head and laughed softly when she’d read his message that night on Tumblr as they chatted.
“Just once I’d love to know what it’s like to be teased by a woman. I mean, really teased…. you know, to the point where I can’t take it for another minute?”
How adorable……….
Not wanting to frighten him off she innocently played along, showing interest in his fantasy. “Hmm, that does sound kinda sexy. I bet that would be fun to try to do with a guy sometime.”
And with that, the hook was set.
For months they bantered back and forth, sharing fantasies… well, to be fair, it was mostly him. Expertly, with each passing week she drew a little more… and a little more… out of him.
His weaknesses. His fetishes. His vulnerabilities. Those hidden secrets of what drove him mad and made him ache with need. Information poured from him as if he’d longed for years to confess these secrets to someone. Someone who cared. Someone who was interested in them.
Perfect.
Eventually, she was ready. She had everything she needed. It was time to bring this man’s fantasy to life in a way that even his wildest imagination could not have possibly prepared him for.
The invitation was made, her offer sweet and simple. 48 hours in a hotel room. Her rules. All he needed to do was accept, agree to her terms and she promised to do her absolute best to bring his fantasy to life.
When he could barely return her message and agree quickly enough she smiled, sympathetically chuckling to herself, “Oh sweetheart, you poor thing…. you really have no idea…..”
As it turns out, there was one little aspect about herself she’d not yet shared with him. One obsessive kink of her own that she thought she’d keep to herself until he’d fallen in to her trap and was at her mercy. When it was too late for him to change his mind.
And that was…. that she was an insatiable, wicked, merciless cocktease.
Not the sort that simply made a man wait a little longer than normal before she’d let him cum. Not the sort that was content with hearing him beg for his orgasm. Not even the sort who would edge a man for hours before allowing him to explode in pleasure.
No, no… she was the sort who craved the sights and sounds of a man who was suffering exquisitely from an overload of sensual pleasure….. pleasure that was coupled with an unbearable amount of sexual frustration.
She would play a man’s body beautifully… masterfully…. ravishing helpless male flesh with sensual pleasures that made his mind reel and his body quiver.
But, her kink, her obsession… was to make his pleasure inescapable… to offer no release valve from it… to make it build far beyond the limits of what the male body was designed to withstand.
To watch him crumble and break from how impossibly aroused she’d made him… from how completely desperate he was for her.
Now, not quite four hours in to their adventure she had her Tumblr admirer’s wrists bound securely to the headboard, his senses reeling from the scent and heat of her dripping folds hovering above him. Already though, his pleas were becoming more desperate, his aching need for release more agonizing.
And, already she’d brought him near the edge of cumming more times than he’d ever experienced before in his life. Slowly but surely, she was reducing him to her own helpless, aching cum factory…. his balls becoming heavier, fuller, achier by the minute… his cock being being transformed into a mass of feverish, steely hardness that was utterly desperate for release.
But as his orgasm approached yet again her soft, skilled, cruel hand clamped down firmly around the base of his shaft, her own insurance policy of sorts…. just in case… to guarantee that the chance of even an accidental orgasm was hopeless. No, she was far too methodical… far too patient… far too skilled to risk a mistake like that.
She smiled when she heard a shaky male voice plead, “Ok, ok…. now…. please now…. y-you’ve done it.. I can’t… I can’t take any more…. please, please make me cum now??…..”
“Oh honey, don’t be silly,” she murmured. “I haven’t even started teasing you yet… I’m still just getting you warmed up sweetie. We’ve not yet played for even four hours….. you’ve got forty-four more to go.”
His anguished whimper provoked a purr of pure female lust from her. Her fingertips gently cradled his balls as if weighing them.
“We’ve barely started with these baby,” she said calmly, almost sweetly. “Wait til you feel how much fuller I can get them… how much heavier I can make them…. has a girl ever made them so full for you that it feels like you can feel the ache in every…. inch… of your body?”
At the first faint sound of his next plea she laughed softly, lowering her thighs just enough to silence him with the softness of her pussy that was ready to enjoy yet another orgasm.
“Shhhh, no talking sweetie…. just licking….”
She purred throatily at the feel of his tongue going back to work, her hand resuming coaxing him gently back toward the edge, just close enough where her firm grip would guarantee his denial once more…. forcing yet even more freshly made cum to recede helplessly back down in to his balls, making them just a bit fuller.
With lust written all over her face she purred, “Just relax baby, I’ll know when you can’t take any more…. I’ll be able to tell when we’ve got your balls so full you can’t even think, let alone beg….”
A wicked grin crossed her face as she softly added, “….. and that, is when your warm-up will come to an end baby…. and that is when I can start to give your poor, helpless cock the teasing that you’ve always fantasized about…..”
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Once you’re locked, you don’t get to decide what you want.
He can remember the first time he'd heard her utter those words to him. Just thinking about that moment still sends shudders and dizzying waves of submissiveness through him.
They'd been sitting on her couch for hours and he was reeling from the hottest, steamiest, most erotic makeout session imaginable.
Deep soft kisses... her mouth sensually ravishing his neck... her tongue swirling and teasing his ear.
And most maddeningly her soft hand wrapped gently around his cock... teasing it... stroking it... petting it... keeping it agonizingly hard and aroused yet not letting him cum.
And it was then when he heard her voice whisper in his ear, "With most boys I'd have already made them cum two... three... four times by now. But, you're not like most boys, are you, sweetie?"
She'd laughed softly at his whimper, continuing to murmur in his ear, "Of course you're not baby. Boys like you don't cum, do they? They ache... they suffer... they don't release their cum, do they?..."
"Oh god...," he'd groaned.
"No, of course they don't, not boys like you," she'd continued. "They let their cum build and build... letting their balls get fuller, and heavier, achier... while their cock stays hard, desperate, and drippy..."
Sensing he was again on the brink of orgasm she pulled her hand back once more, leaving him to whimper in frustration as his once again abandoned, untouched cock was left just short of cumming.
"That's what happens to boys like you, isn't it?," she'd whispered. "They don't get to cum, do they?... they're not allowed... they don't get to make those kinds of decisions on their own... they need someone to do it for them... boys like you need someone to give them permission, don't they?"
She paused, then in a wickedly taunting voice purred, "...and I haven't given you permission, have I baby?"
"No," he'd panted, nearly breathless.
"That's right sweetie, I haven't... so you can't cum, you're not allowed. Most boys can cum whenever they want, but not you... you have to wait... you need to be patient... you need to be kept nice and close... boys like you don't get to cum... they get to be left aching to cum all the time, huh?"
Her fingers resumed just barely touching his cock... feathery light... barely even perceptible... yet in in his excruciatingly desperate condition it was enough to make him want to cum so badly he nearly started to cry.
She smiled softly at his agonized desperation, touched her lips to his ear and whispered, "It's ok honey, don't feel bad. I don't like most boys anyway... its boys like you who are my favorite."