Hello everyone. I'm back again. I'm a mid-40s guy living in the USA, interested in femdom, bondage, hypnosis, orgasm control, and various other kinky things. If you feel like chatting, just reach right out, I love to make friends and love to talk about anything.
tracing each vein with my fingertip and maybe, depending on how you behaved last time, my tongue. kissing every inch, praising you for being so hard and leaky, and being so delicate when touching your balls while jerking you off.
obviously it also includes tasting your cum and changing your diet until you're my favorite thing to have in my mouth. oh! and testing how many times you can cum, trying to force "just one more" out of you each time. inspections when i'm keeping you denied are a little crueler. always "just one more day. for me?" followed by kisses all over your face.
each "inspection" looks more and more like training but i doubt you'll mind when you're fully owned and i'm the only thing you can cum to :)
Conditioning a pretty boy without them even realizing sounds so perfect. It would start slowly, he'd get used to a new routine until he couldn't remember what it was like before.
With time, he'd know that if I'm wearing a red nightgown, I want him to come sit between my legs so I can play with my toy. And that would go until he associates purple with being groped, licked, jerked off, kissed and bitten.
Then, it'd get more evil. A certain lipstick shade associated with feeling my mouth on him. Sticky kisses, seeing the marks and the smudge afterwards, watching me apply right before kissing his lips, his inner thighs and replying it whenever I wanna mark how far his cock is in my mouth.
All that so one day I can randomly wear that exact lipstick somewhere casual and have him a flustered horny mess. I think this is what people mean when they say that boys are toys. ♡
I think the beauty of extended denial is how it creates this sort of circular self destructive mindset.
It would be so easy to just move on with your day and let the desire fade away as you go about your life. But you don't; the pull is just too strong. You keep wanting more. You keep needing more. You feed it and feed it, letting it fester and spread, occupying your mind just as much as your desperate, needy body.
You know what's going to happen, yet you do it anyway. It's always the same in the end; an ache that cannot be resolved. A messy, cloudy haze of desire that will follow you for the rest of your day like a lost puppy, eventually settling so deep inside you that you can't separate it from your thoughts. Until every moment and every thought is wrapped in inescapable, needy desire like a blanket of tingling lust.
And each day it compounds. When you wake, for a brief moment, you're free. Free from the grip of your need and arousal, before you feel the familiar heat building, the cumulative ache of your desire, and the knowledge that there is nothing you can do but beg to get worse. There is nothing to save you except more teasing, more punishment, more denial, which you willingly demand.
A feeling I'm making sure her subconscious remembers.
Especially considering her high suggestibility and... Ahem... Natural assets.
Sure, the pleasure I'm giving her now is wonderful entertainment, but it also serves a secondary function by linking the act of being hypnotized with pleasure. That, combined with a few whispered suggestions, will make her subconsciously crave to experience it all over again.
If the crowd thinks she was easy to hypnotize before, they'd get a kick out of seeing her drop in my private dressing room later tonight when she'll find herself knocking on my door without really knowing why...
I got to be the person at an R rated hypnosis show who went down the line of volunteers, shaking their hands and making them orgasm. Truly a great experience
She smiled at his groan when she guided his tentative hands to the exquisite swells of her breasts.
"Like them, baby?", she purred teasingly.
"Yes..."
"They're big, aren't they?..."
"Yesss..."
"And soft..."
"Yessss..."
He gasped softly in surprise when he felt her suddenly remove his hands from her tits and pin them down above his head. Leaning forward so that they now hovered just above him she teased, "Want them, baby? Want me to let you have them in your mouth?"
"God yessss, so much..." he groaned.
He then heard a clicking sound and realized she'd slipped his hands into a pair of cuffs and he was now bound to her bed.
"I bet you do," she murmured in a taunting chuckle.
As she teased his senses by brushing them softly against his face, grazing them along his lips only to pull away evasively when he tried to reach them, she purred, "We'll see sweetheart, we'll see..."
Smirking wickedly at the sight of him desperately straining toward them, she cooed, "Aww, look at you... they're so close, huh baby?... keep trying honey, you're almost there..."
"Oh... thanks!," he said, doing his best to feign excitement when he opened the gift she'd brought for him. Honestly, he had no idea what it even was much less what he'd use it for.
Giggling at his obvious confusion and his sweet attempt at politeness, she teased, "Don't you love it? Isn't it just perfect?"
"Uhhh... yeah! Sure, it... it's great...."
Grinning and giving him a playful nudge, mercifully she finally put him out of his awkward misery. "Sweetie, it's a holder for your phone! You know, so like if you're in bed and you want to watch something on your phone but don't want to hold it? You just clip this end to your bed and... tada! You can enjoy your phone hands-free!"
"Ahhh, gotcha! Cool! Thanks!," he said, this time with more enthusiasm. He still really had no idea when or why he'd ever use it, but at least now he knew what it was, and it was thoughtful of her to give it to him.
"I know, not what you were expecting. But, I'm sure it'll come in handy more often than you think," she said with a playful smile.
*************
Hours later, after securing the last restraint that left him naked, spread, and tied to his bed she purred, "There we go, perfect."
For a moment she simply gazed down at him, the expression on her face becoming more mischievous. More wicked. More predatory.
Swallowing hard, he asked, "Uhhh, babe? Is... is everything ok?"
Laughing softly, she purred, "Everything's just fine sweetie. I was just thinking, I think we'll do something a little different tonight."
"Oh? And... what's that?"
"You'll see baby, you just stay right where you are," she replied with a wink.
A few moments later she returned, carrying both his phone and the holder she'd gifted him earlier.
"Finger please?," she said innocently.
She took his hand, extended his index finger and pressed it up against the phone. "Voila!," she said with a smile when it immediately unlocked.
"Umm, baby?? What are you doing??", he asked nervously.
Rolling her eyes, she dismissively said, "Oh please, seriously? If I wanted all of your deep, dark secrets to be revealed to me do you honestly think I'd snoop on your phone? Sweetie, we both know I have ways to make you talk anytime I want that are way more fun than that."
In a softer, more seductive voice she continued, "Why would I ever deprive myself the pleasure of slowly... excruciatingly... tortuously... drawing each and every secret from your poor quivering lips by snooping? Hmm?"
Grinning at the look on his face, she winked and added, "Which I will do eventually by the way, but not tonight. Tonight I'm just adding an innocent little app to add to your phone. All of your naughty secrets will stay safely tucked away."
A few moments and finger swipes later she announced, "There we go, all done. Perfect. Just give me a minute baby, almost ready."
He looked at her with a confused expression, but given his restraints what else could he do other than wait? He watched as she attached the end of the holder to the headboard, inserted the phone into the bracket, then extended the adjustable cable so the phone was positioned just in front of him.
"There, how's that?," she asked. "Can you see that okay?"
Lookng up at it he said, "Yeah? I guess?," clearly confused why there was any need for his phone at all given the position he was in and what he was assuming was about to happen??
"Awesome," she said.
He looked on, eyes locked on to her every move as she then began slowly undoing buttons. Revealing curves. Letting fabric fall away. Calmly. Confidently. As if she had all the time in the world.
As she slowly continued letting her clothes fall away at an excruciating pace she began talking about his stories. His writing. How much she enjoyed them.
It was true. He knew she enjoyed them but he never tired of hearing her say it. It was incredibly flattering to him. Plus, the fact that she seemed to be turned on by the same things as him was ultra hot for him.
"Really, I love them so much baby. Some of them drive me absolutely crazy. I mean, sometimes by the time I finish reading I'm so turned on.... I'm a total, dripping mess...."
"My goddd...," he moaned.
"... and all I want to do is.... I probably shouldn't say..."
With wide eyes, he exclaimed, "Please... tell me! I want to know!..."
Walking slowly from the foot of his bed toward the head, she allowed her hand to trail up along his leg, along his chest, and then along the length of his bound, outstretched arm.
As she did, she purred, "It makes me want to.... tie you to the bed... so that I can do as I please with you... and make you pay for making my pussy so fucking wet..."
She chuckled at his whimper, making her way onto the bed and straddling his waist. Gazing down at him, her fingers trailing over his chest, she continued, "... and, I've decided that's exactly what I'm going to do tonight. Do you understand, baby?"
Nodding his head, with his mind reeling he swallowed hard and softly replied, "Yes... I do."
"Mmm, good boy," she murmured approvingly. Reaching back behind herself, her hand found his already excited cock and began to softly stroke. Caress. Tease. Making it stiffen even more with need.
A subtle smirk formed on her face as already his mouth had fallen open and eyes were glazing over.
"I really do love reading your stories baby, so much... but, do you know what I think I'd love even more?," she asked.
Gazing up at her, he shook his head. "No?"
Leaning forward, she touched her soft lips to his ear, her warm breath making him quiver. She whispered, "If you were to read them to me instead. I think that would be so much fun and sooo hot, don't you?"
She smiled knowingly as he seemed to be temporarily rendered speechless. Seductivly, she continued murmuring in his ear.
"Think about it... as you're reading my favorite stories to me... I can be doing whatever I want... teasing your cock... making myself cum... whatever I please... and all the while I'll still be able to enjoy your hot, sexy stories that drive me wild... it's perfect baby."
"My god....," he groaned, his mind still trying to wrap itself around what was happening.
In a mischievous voice, she purred, "I think we could really bring your stories to life... imagine if I were doing to you what the woman is doing to the guy in your story, hmm?... I think that we could really bring the desperation... the frustration... the suffering that the poor men in your stories have to endure to life, don't you?"
"Baby...," he whimpered.
She laughed softly, well aware he was pondering trying to talk her out of this. Instead, gazing down at him she calmly said, "You do realize we're going to do this, don't you? That this is going to happen?"
Then, with a grin she glanced up at his phone that now hovered overhead. "I mean look, we have all the equipment and everything. Oh, and the little app I installed on your phone? It's an autoscroll app, so once the story begins it won't be a problem for you that you're.... well, all tied up."
Smiling at that look of both resignation and acceptance on his face, she purred, "It's going to be sooo hot baby, I can hardly wait. And you wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you? After all that I've done to get everything ready for us?"
Shaking his head, he replied, "Of course not."
"Mmm, very good... well then, shall we get started?"
***********
They were now on the third story that she'd chosen for him to read to her and she was absolutely loving it, even way more than she ever imagined!
His body was trembling, voice was quivering, and his cock was exquisitely engorged, steely hard with need. Maddeningly, her soft hand that by now had him skillfully trapped right at the edge was often mirroring what was happening in the story, bringing his words to life in ways that he never could have imagined.
When he finished reading the story he was panting softly, chest heaving, hips writhing. Wickedly she gave his cock three more quick, firm strokes that made him gasp but then immediately pulled her hand away, leaving it to bob back and forth in the air. Untouched and frustrated.
"That was so good baby, I love that one. Catch your breath sweetie, and then I'll pick out the next one for you." A few moments later she'd navigated to another story on his blog and had it queued up and ready to go for him to read.
She fought back a smirk when his eyes widened when he realized which one she'd chosen. "Nooo," he whimpered softly. "Please? Not that one? Please, pick something else??"
Innocently, she purred, "Why? I'm not sure I remember what happens in this one. Let's find out. Let's do this one. We'll at least start it, but if it's not one of my favorites then I'll choose another one, okay?"
"Okay," he whimpered in resignation.
As he began to read she stretched out alongside of him. Silky thigh draped over him. Warm breasts pressing into his side. Soft lips grazing along his neck and ear.
Well aware of exactly where this story was heading she began turning the heat up on him even more. Her tongue softly tracing and swirling his ear. Hips grinding against him. Voice purring with lust. His body was beginning to shake and his voice quivering so much he could barely continue reading aloud l.
That's when with mock innocence she purred in his ear, interrupting, "Baby wait... is this the one where she uses her lips... and her tongue... and her mouth on him?"
"Yesss...," he replied softly.
"Mmm, and she really works him over? Like big time, right? So by the time she finishes having her way with him his poor cock is an aching, dripping mess?"
"Yesss," he whimpered in a soft, pitiful voice.
"Yeahhh, that sounds familiar now," she cooed. "Remind me, does she let him cum at the end?"
"No," he whispered softly.
"No? She doesn't?," she purrs innocently. "So she gets him all worked up and then leaves him like that? All achy and frustrated?"
"Yes," he whispered in a barely audible voice.
"Mmm, that's hot. Baby, you have the absolute best ideas for your stories. Keep reading sweetie, we're definitely going to finish this one."
She smirked to herself at his barely audible little whimper when as he began reading about how the woman began to slowly descend down his body she began to do to he same. "Keep reading sweetie," she murmured. "And take your time, I love this part."
The more he read aloud about the erotic, merciless, sensual oral assault on the defenseless cock of the man in his story the more he was left with no choice but to endure the exact same torment himself. She chuckled to herself with wicked delight at the incoherent sounds coming from him, sometimes tossing in teasing little comments just for fun.
"Like that baby?," she purred softly, her tongue softly swirling around the head before her lips began placing soft, lingering kisses on the ultra sensitive underside. "Is that what happens? Is that what she does to him?"
The more his cock was being sensually ravished by her mouth and tongue the more he began to lose focus and struggle to keep his place. That was when to his dismay he heard her mumur, "Honey no, you keep messing that part up. Just relax and focus sweetie, okay?"
"Okay, I'll try," he panted.
"Good, thank you. Now, let's go back. To the very beginning of that section. You know, where she gives his cock that first little kiss before she really starts in on him? Start over from there baby."
Grinning as he whimpered, "Oh my god...," she teasingly purred, "Do it baby."
By the time he eventually finished reading his cock was like a leaky faucet, unable to stem the steady flow of weeping precum. His balls so full his head lolled mindlessly from side to side on his pillow from how desperately he ached for release.
She gazed down at him with an expression of both smoldering lust and wicked satisfaction at what she had done to him. Reaching down she gently gathered up his balls in the soft warmth of her hand, as if weighing them.
"These are so heavy," she murmured. "So full... you have so much cum built up for me, don't you baby?"
"Yesss... they ache so much. Please? Please let me cum??"
She involuntarily traced her lip with her tongue as her finger swirled slowly around the head, toying with the glistening precum.
"... and your cock," she continued in a husky mood whisper. "It's so hard... so hot... does it ache too, sweetie?"
"Yesss....," he whimpered.
"Oh honey, you poor thing," she cooed. "Then how about during the next story I'll just leave it alone. I won't touch it at all, that way you can have a little break?"
In a weak, pitiful voice he suggested, "Maybe you could just let me cum now? Then I could read some more??"
Laughing softly, she replied, "No, I don't think so. Maybe, when we're all done. We'll see. But until then, let's keep you like this. It's so much hotter this way."
After selecting the next story she settled in astride him, straddling his stomach. Shortly after he began to read she let out a soft purr, leaning forward slightly so that her soft, full breasts were gently thrusted a little closer to him. His eyes were drawn away from the phone, his words stopping as he watched the way she cupped her breasts. Holding them. Fondling them. Toying with and teasing her nipples.
With a knowing smirk, she murmured, "Baby no, don't look at me. Don't look at my tits. Look at your phone. Just keep reading."
With a whimper of frustration he forced himself to look away and continued reading. Moments later, the soft, erotic sounds coming from her were even more filled with pleasure. To his surprise, she then cooed, "Keep reading baby, I'll be right back. I'm not going anywhere."
She rose from the bed and returned a moment later, straddling him once more as she set a small bag down on the bed next to herself. Reaching in she pulled out a small vibrator and laid it on his chest between her parted thighs. Then a second. And then a third. Essentially repurposing his trembling chest into her own personal toy tray.
Gazing down at him, she innocently asked, "You don't mind if I lay those there, do you sweetie?"
"No," he moaned softly, his mind reeling at what was happening.
"Good, thank you baby. Now, just keep reading. Don't let me distract you..."
Shortly after he resumed reading he heard the soft hum of a vibrator, followed by a throaty purr of pleasure. Feeling on the brink of a meltdown he whined, "Babyyy... please?? I give up... I can't take anymore of this..."
"Shhh," she moaned. "Just read. I'm not going to cum, not yet...."
For the remainder of the story she continued gently pleasuring herself. Moaning. Edging. Bringing herself close. Her creamy wetness dripping down on to him, making his skin glisten with feminine arousal.
By the time he finished reading the story not only did he look nearly broken with longing, but she was also on fire with her own need for release, finally having reached her own limit.
He looked up at her with a look of pleading, helpless, desperation in his eyes. "Please?? No more... I ache so bad. I need to cum... I need it so bad... please??"
Sympathetically, she soothingly stroked his forehead. "I know baby, I know you do. I do too now. Just one more story. That's all, I promise. Then we'll be all done."
Taking a moment, she scrolled through his blog, studying it carefully until finally she stopped. "There.... there we go. That's the one," she purred. "Read this one to me."
When he looked up and realized which one she'd picked his mouth fell open, the expression of helpless disbelief on his price utterly priceless. "Baby no," he whispered, "No, no.... not that one...."
"Mmm, yes baby.... that's the one I want."
"Nooo... please...," he whimpered.
"But I've been looking forward to this one all night. I've been saving it... for the end." Her voice was so seductive, so wicked, and so taunting that his body quivered at her words.
"Oh god," he moaned.
He knew this story all too well. It was one of the most popular stories on his blog. In this story, once the seductive temptress had edged her helplessly bound captive to his breaking point, she repeatedly assured him she would put him out of his agony and grant him his much needed releaase. Next time.
Except, not only did she deny him each and every time, but when he was too close to be able to safely edge even one more time instead of bringing him to orgasm she instead slipped a chastity device over his defenseless, desperately needy cock, locking it into place.
Leaving him caged. Unrelieved. Dripping. Aching. Frustrated.
And for the coup de grâce, she then straddled his head, lowering her soft, dripping folds onto his face. Riding his mouth and tongue to orgasm after orgasm. Leaving him to listen to her cries of pleasure. The feeling of her thighs quivering around him. Overwhelming his senses with her heat, scent, and softness. And not stopping until her own insatiable lusts had been satisfied.
Finally, after lifting herself from him, his face drenched in her creamy wetness, the key to his cage nestled between her still gently heaving breasts, she gazed down at him and purred, "There... now... now we're all done, baby."
So now, in a voice that almost conveyed a sense of panic, he pleaded, "Baby please, not this one?... pick another one??... please??"
Looking down at him with her eyes sparkling mischievously, she teased, "Shhh, just read baby. Who knows? Maybe I'll let you cum before you finish it? What do you think?"
"I don't know," he whimpered, provoking a chuckle from her.
"I bet I will. I bet I'll make you cum so fucking hard. I bet I'll make your poor, aching cock explode... don't you?"
"I don't knowww...," he whined weakly.
"Well I guess we'll just have to wait and see how the story ends to find out, won't we?," she teased. "Just start reading, I can hardly wait to find out what happens."
As he resumed reading, his unsteady voice quivering, her soft hand encircled him once more. Fingers swirling. Petting. Teasing. Stroking. Provoking anguished whimpers of pleasure and desperation as she coaxed him close to yet another orgasm that he would be denied.
She smiled as he let out a weak, tormented moan of frustration when her hand abandoned him once again. Softly, she teased, "Aww, did you want more?... did you wanna cum?... next time baby... next time I won't stop..."
When his words resumed with a whimper she reached into her bag, pulled out a chastity device, and laid it on his trembling chest. "Oh my god....," he moaned.
Smiling, she murmured, "Just keep reading, you're doing fine. You can go as slow as you like, but sooner or later we're going to get to the end.... and when we do? Mmm, well I can hardly wait to see how this one ends, how about you?"
hypnotically removing your ability to orgasm so that every time you touch yourself it’s impossible to get off. every time you reach that edge, it feels so good that you just stop touching yourself to bask in that hazy feeling, which of course means that you never slip past that edge no matter how hard you try. you might realize what i did to you after an hour of failing to orgasm, at which time your frantic, whimpering pleas to me for just a little bit more pleasure will be answered by me telling you to touch just a little bit longer, cute subject and maybe, just maybe, you’ll get to orgasm <3
Paige loved everything about the quiet, romantic, weekend getaways she and her boyfriend would sometimes make to the winery hotel…..
The setting was so peaceful and tranquil, a welcome escape from the city and her job… an opportunity where she could focus all of her attention on Jason.
The combination of the exquisite wines… the beautiful scenery… the ‘alone time’ with Jason… just the two of them… it all blended together to transport Paige to her ‘happy place’ so to speak.
Even now as she’d stepped outside their suite to take a little break and enjoy a glass of wine, she found herself doing an involuntary little ‘happy dance’ of delight. She smiled as the visual of how she’d left Jason moments ago weaved through her mind….
His body spread and bound to the four sturdy posts at the corners of the bed….
His engorged cock weeping helplessly, a thin leather noose tied snugly around the base of his shaft… another around his heavy balls.. ensuring the bubbling, churning cum remained trapped within….
A dildo gag protruding lewdly from his mouth, Paige’s sweet creamy nectar dripping down on to his face from the multiple orgasms she’d just enjoyed…..
And her favorite part of all?….
That was when after her shuddering orgasms finally subsided, she’d kissed his cheek softly and purred, “Aww, need a little break sweetie?…. poor thing…. you stay right here and rest Jason…. and I’m going to go enjoy a nice glass of wine, ok?”
Then, touching her lips softly to his ear she huskily whispered, “And when I come back… mmm, I have such plans for your cock baby. Do you think it’s possible that I might be able to empty those poor aching balls of yours…. one drop of pre-cum at a time? I think we should find out, don’t you?”
That was when the tears of frustration began to roll down Jason’s face……
I want to reach in and squeeze my hand around your beautiful mind. I want to feel your thoughts slip between my fingers and your sloppy mind ooze as I prod and manipulate it. I want... I want to rearrange your brain just the way I want it.
"I know, right?," she said with mock sympathy as she watched his powerful arms strain uselessly against the restraints. "Crazy, isn't it? So simple yet so strong, huh? There's absolutely no way you can get out of them, is there baby?"
She smiled at his soft groan, purring, "Pity that we forgot to take off your underwear first though, isn't it? I don't see any way at all that we can get them off now, do you?"
Teasingly she traced her gloved hand along the outline of his cock, smirking as it began to stiffen and strain even more against the fabric.
"Hey, I have an idea that would be fun," she said. "How about we see how excited we can get you while it's trapped inside? It would be so sexy to watch it keep getting harder and harder... trying so hard to get out... wanting to be touched so bad...."
"Oh god," he whimpered softly.
Leaning in, her soft tongue and warm breath teased his ear as she whispered, "Think I can do that, baby?... hmm?.... do you think I can get you so excited that your poor cock will get your underwear all messy with precum while it struggles to escape?.... hmm, do you?..."
"Oh my god... baby... please...," he begged.
Laughing softly she teased, "I think I can, let's find out though, shall we?"
Her lips then descended slowly down his neck... kissing, nibbling, licking... until she reached his nipple.
She smiled at his whimper as her tongue slowly circled it, purring, "Deep breaths baby, this is about to get really, really fun..."
And with that her mouth descended upon it.... sensually teasing, kissing, licking, sucking... while her hand teased all around the outline of his trapped erection.
She smiled at the sounds of his whimpers as his cock strained more and more, spots of precum beginning to adorn the white fabric. Laughing softly, she murmured, "Oooh, I think it's working baby, what do you think?"
There we go babe, I've put a block on your orgasms so we can fuck like bunnies all night long without worrying about you finishing too soon. In fact it should stop you from cumming at all until the counter curse is used, and unfortunately they don't teach that until next year...
Maybe not but seeing you straining against that cage is just so much fun so, even if it isn't stopping you from cumming anymore...
inclusus!
There we go... Now I don't have to worry about you abusing your poor little thing trying to make yourself cum even if you know it's impossible. Plus the sight of you straining against the bars is just *so* funny...
I'm just thinking about how fucking hot aphrodisiac could be. That with orgasm control? Feral.
Imagine being given something and now you're a mess, wet and hard and desperately horny. Just a whining mess in heat. But you're in chastity. Locked away and can't touch, can't get off, can't even ease the ache without your Dom.
And you beg them. Beg for help, to be released, for something, anything, and they ignore you. Laugh at your need and desperation. "Aww, what? Is it too much? So stupid and horny, huh? Just a dumb animal in heat." And they leave you locked.
Fuck. Just being left needy and desperate, clawing at the metal knowing you won't feel anything except pure unmet desire. Sigh... aphrodisiacs, if only you were real.
