@love-missl
To be fair, he knew it was his own fault. He knew this woman. She never did anything partway. A classic overachiever, she was never content unless she was massively exceeding expectations.
He'd cracked the door open for her and she'd pounced, flinging it open the rest of the way... likely to never be closed again.
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It had started innocently enough, she was stretched out next to him in bed and as often happened, her hand slowly snaked down his body until it found its target.
With her soft curves stretched out against him, her head resting on his chest, her fingers began lightly petting his cock, tracing along the length, swirling around the head. She purred softly at his first soft moan of pleasure, wrapping her hand around it and beginning to softly, gently stroke.
Even though they weren't going to be making love, it was something she enjoyed doing. Pleasuring him. It was always a fun, sexy way for her to end the day. Hearing his moans. That feeling of contentment she derived from knowing she'd provided him with what he wanted when his body eventually surrendered to her soft, gentle strokes.
For some reason though on that particular night she was enjoying herself so much she wasn't quite ready for it to end. The hardness of his cock. The heat emanating from it. The way it pulsed in the softness of her hand, just for her. And the way such a gentle, simple act was provoking such moans of pleasure from him.
It was hot. Sexy. It made her feel deliciously alive. She wanted more. So, when she sensed he was about to cum, rather than continuing to stroke him through an orgasm... she stopped. Pulling her hand away. Pausing, leaving him twitching with need. Unfulfilled. Prolonging the moment. Then, tracing random little lines near the base for a moment to let him cool down and allow the threat of cumming to fade away.
A moment later she resumed. Gentle stroking. Soft caresses. Coaxing him closer to the point of orgasm. But once again she stopped. She smiled to herself as he let out a soft groan as she felt his body tremble.
Then again, she resumed. And again she stopped just as she sensed he was about to cum. This time he groaned, "Baby.... my god.... w-what are you doing?"
Smiling softly, she kissed his ear and whispered, "I just want to make it last a little longer tonight, that's all. Is that okay?"
"Uh huhhh," he answered breathlessly.
After three more times of abandoning him at the brink she was hearing sounds coming from him like she'd never heard before. Seeing his body responding like it never had before to a simple handjob. His breathing was labored. Body glistening with sweat. Mindless sounds of pleasure and need coming from him.
It was fascinating to her. Exciting. Maybe even a little empowering that such a simple little act of delaying his orgasm was having such a profound effect on him.
When her hand released him and provoked a desperate moan from him, her tongue softly licked his ear and she huskily murmured, "Do you like that baby?.... does that feel good?... when I 'almost' make you cum like that?"
"Yesss...," he replied in what sounded like both a whimper and a groan. Little did he know, but at that moment his fate was already sealed.
Immediately it was like a switch went off within her. A discovery. An epiphany. Like she'd just unlocked a magical door to providing this man with something that was a brand new world of pleasure for him.
"Oooh, you do?.... do you want more?," she purred.
"Yesss..."
That was all she needed to hear. After bringing him close two more times she kissed his cheek softly and said, "That's all baby, let's leave you like this tonight. I mean, I'm not cumming tonight so it's okay that you're not either, right?"
Well this was definitely new for him. She'd never left him unrelieved before after working him up. He sighed in frustration but her point was valid. Not wanting to look like a selfish jerk, in a less than convincing voice he replied, "Yeah?... I guess?..."
"Good," she smiled. "Sleep good sweetheart," she added, snuggling into him.
The following night when they headed to bed he was surprised to see their soft leather cuffs already attached to the four bedposts.
"Oooh, cuffs tonight?," he said with excitement in his voice and his eyes lighting up. They didn't use them often but every now and then they enjoyed it when he bound her to the bed and had his way with her. Given how needy he was still feeling after how the previous night ended he couldn't be more eager to see his gorgeous wife naked, spread, and at his mercy.
To his surprise though, she grinned at him and said, "Mmm hmm, but tonight... they're for you, not me."
She giggled when his eyes widened then said, "Oh baby, c'mon... I let you use them on me whenever you want. Be fair about it, let me use them on you tonight."
He sighed, clearly frustrated by how once again she was making a perfectly valid point. Moments later, for the first time in his life he discovered what it felt like to be the one who was now naked... spread... and at her mercy.
As she stood near the bed taking her time slowly... seductively... teasingly... slipping off her clothes she watched with increasing lust at the way her husband tested the cuffs. His limbs straining. His body writhing.
In a soft voice she teased, "You might as well relax honey, you're not going anywhere. I know you're stronger than me but I promise, you can't escape. You're mine sweetheart, there's nothing you can do now..."
But what she loved most of all was the way his yet to be touched cock was already stiffening with need. Only from looking at her. And maybe, from his helplessness? Was it possible that her husband was turned on by the way she was taking control? The thought of that made her pussy quiver.
Making her way onto the bed she slowly crawled along the length of his body. Caressing. Kissing. Licking. Yet carefully avoiding contact with his already obviously desperate cock.
Nuzzling in close, her tongue softly teased his ear as she whispered, "Tell me the truth baby, be honest with me. Did that turn you on last night? When I kept 'almost' making you cum?"
She already had his mind foggy and his eyes glazing over when he naively once again confessed, "Uh huh, it was hot..."
She purred with lust as she now had her confirmation. "Yeah, that's what I thought," she murmured in his ear. "I just needed to be sure. Well guess what, honey? I'm gonna do that some more for you tonight..."
Nearly three hours later with his cock still unrelieved, agonizingly engorged, and dripping with need, she purred in his ear. "We're done baby, let's leave you this way one more night."
In disbelief, he protested, "Baby nooo!.... please!... not again, I need to cum so bad it aches!"
"Oh honey, I believe you... but still, we're going to wait... you'll be fine..."
Whining, he argued, "B-but... that's not fair! You got to cum tonight, why can't I??"
Grinning wickedly she teased, "Mmm, that's true... I did, didn't I? What was it? Three? Four? Maybe five times? Can you remember, honey?"
"Noo...," he whimpered.
Laughing softly she teased, "Yeah, I can't blame you. You were wanting to cum so bad you were kind out of it, weren't you baby?"
"Uh huhhh," he moaned in agreement.
Then sitting up, gazing down at him as she straddled his chest, she said, "But honey, be serious... you aren't actually complaining about that, are you? That I got to cum? I mean, you loved it, right? Being able to lick my soft, sweet pussy? Feeling me cumming all over your face? You love that don't you?"
Damn, there she goes again, making more good points. Whimpering in frustration, he said, "Well... yeah.... but...."
She interrupted, "Shhh, no buts. Now, I'm going to let you out of the cuffs, but not until you promise me you won't cheat. Leave it alone honey, don't touch it. You're not allowed to cum until I make you, and I'm not going to tonight. Understand?"
"Babyyyy....," he whined.
"Promise me...," she repeated. "... or I'm not letting you out. Say it. Promise me that you won't make yourself cum."
Sighing in frustration, he said, "Ok, ok.... I promise. I won't make myself cum."
Smiling down at him she sweetly purred, "Thank you baby," before releasing him from the cuffs.
To his disbelief the next night was more of the same. Cuffed to the bed. His cock teased. Edged. Brought to the brink countless times while the only outlet he had for his pent-up lust was when she lowered herself to his mouth and allowed him to lick her to orgasm.
But this time when she finished with him she stretched out alongside of him, rested her head on his chest, savoring the way his body was still trembling with need. With her fingertips teasing and tracing near his cock she softly said, "Baby, I want to apologize for what I did to last you last night. Making you promise to leave yourself alone. That wasn't fair. It's not reasonable of me to expect you to be able to control yourself when I know you need it so bad."
"Thank you," he said in relief. "I appreciate that."
Not that he wanted to jerk off, he'd much rather have her make him cum. But, if it was a choice between his blue balls getting even worse versus taking care of himself he'd definitely opt for the latter.
He looked on curiously as his wife then shifted on the bed, moving toward the nightstand. Opening the drawer, she retrieved an object and showed it to him.
"That's why I bought this for you, sweetheart," she said calmly, revealing the chastity device to him. "I realized I was asking way too much of you. I mean, we've only done this for a few days and look how desperate you are already. Imagine how you're going to feel once we really get you going. Baby, it won't be long until you're going to need it so bad there'd be no way you'd be able to keep from taking care of yourself. But now, this way you won't be able to... so you won't have anything to worry about."
His eyes widened incredulously as he saw her already working on manipulating him into the device, but cuffed to the bed as he was he had no way of stopping her.
"Baby no!.... wait... hold on... j-just... slow down... let's talk about this...," he pleaded.
"When I'm done, honey," she said calmly. "Just give me a minute..."
"Babyyyy!.... wait!," he pleaded desperately. He emitted a few little grunts and gasps as she worked on fitting him into the device, but a few moments later there was a click, followed by her saying, "Ok, all done.... now, what did you want to talk about, sweetheart?"
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It had now been over three weeks since that fateful night when she'd first left him unrelieved, and he was still waiting for that orgasm he'd wanted so badly that night.
Instead he felt as if he were now helplessly trapped in blueball hell. Constantly aching. Always desperate. Being taunted by orgasms that were so agonizingly close, yet somehow always denied. His cock never released from it's prison unless he was restrained.
And all the while finding himself seemingly constantly worshipping his wife's soft, creamy pussy in an attempt to satisfy what had now evolved into an insatiable, ravenous sexual appetite.
But what was most maddening of all to him were those times he'd be desperately pleading with her to make him cum and she'd just look at him and smile.
"Oh honey, don't be silly. You've already told me what is that you love. Twice. Remember?," she'd reply. "We both know what you want is to ALMOST cum. Over and over. Every. Single. Time."
Always a reblog. This story is just SO hot!
