Tease And Denial Stories

[vanilla-chastity-redux]

[simmer-until]

I only got to stroke once last year. I really don’t think I could last sixty seconds of furious stroking. Ruining it and being locked for a month might make me cry.

[beesandbombs]

[teaseanddenialstories]

Stroke your clit/dick to this until your on the edge, then wait 4 strokes and repeat.

[amysubmits]

Desperate

He comes out of the bedroom carrying the Hitachi. He plugs it in near his recliner and lays it on the floor. “Come sit on this and jerk me off.”

It catches my ear because he never asks me to jerk him off. We don’t really do handjobs. However, I need permission (or be invited) to use my mouth on him. So, I quickly realize he’s going to tease me. 

I don’t use my hands for very long before I ask for permission to lick. He says no. Shortly after, I ask for permission to orgasm and he says no to that too. I raise myself off the Hitachi to prevent an orgasm. After a while, I look up from watching his cock in my hands, to realize he’s looking at me almost like he wants to laugh. “You’re looking at it like it’s a slushy.” he says. That’s my favorite food. I squirm. I ask to lick and he says no. I ask to suck and he says no. I go a few minutes between requests, constantly hearing no. I request an orgasm a couple more times and get denied, again lifting myself from the wand to stop them.

When I’m being teased, early on there’s always a period of genuine frustration. I have to pep talk myself, reminding myself that I chose to give him control of my orgasms. I remind myself that he gets to tell me what to do because I want his control. And sometimes I even have to remind myself that throwing a tantrum about not getting what I want could get me punished. I don’t have to pep talk myself that much on this particular day. A quick reminder and I sink deeper into a submissive mindset and am ready to accept whatever I am given. I feel this shift in my mindset and I glance up at him and his eyes are smiling. I wonder if it’s because he feels the shift in me too. No. That can’t be..it’s not observable…right? 

I lose track of how many times I ask to lick, to suck. I grow more and more desperate. He finally says yes to a request to lick his balls. I dive in, but only for a short while before he pushes back against my forehead. I shouldn’t be surprised. He says yes just to give me temporary access all the time. I never get used to it though. When I have to stop, it always leaves me so conscious of his control over me. It leaves me so powerless, so needy and eager. In this moment, the power difference between us is so palpable. He tangles his hand in my hair and lowers my face towards his crotch. I open my mouth for a split second. I assumed it was an invitation but then realize maybe not. I play it safe, seeking out clear permission. “May I?” I ask. “No.” he says again, so calm and composed still. I’ve completely lost track of how many times he has told me no. 15? 20? The difference between my desperation and his calm is yet another almost tangible reminder of his dominance. 

“…..Please?” I say in a tiny, begging voice. “Please what?” he says in this voice that suggests he genuinely doesn’t understand. If I didn’t know him so well, I may have believed he really didn’t know what I was asking. 

I take a deep breath and find courage. “Please, may I have permission to suck your cock, Daddy?” I say, forcing myself to look into his eyes. He stares into my eyes for a few seconds, his face giving me no clues. 

“No.”

I let my face fall on his thigh and let out pathetic noises of frustration. Not the type of frustration like when I feel entitled to an orgasm, or in this case, to his cock. I’m not throwing a tantrum. I’m accepting whatever fate he gives me. I’m just full of pure desperation and sexual tension, this is just part of riding the wave. I know these sounds escaping my lips are what my sadist lives for. I know it makes him want to hear me beg and plead more, suffer more. I can’t help but let the noises out. He pushes my buttons too perfectly to contain myself.  

When I look up, his eyes are almost glowing. I would have a very hard time thinking of things I love more than this look that is in his eyes right now. The one that says he’s on a power high, fueled by my vivid need of him and my desire for his control, his sadism, his permission. 

That look fuels me in response. Seeing him so happy with me despite how vulnerable, imperfect and flawed I am. I sit there raw and exposed, letting him embarrass me. It feels safe and warm because of this look in his eyes. He gets off on it just as much as I do and he adores me for letting him take me here. There is nowhere I would rather be.

[beautifulsecrets42]

Fantasy...

“I can’t remember having been so horny before in my life. I don’t even know how long it has been since Madame Sime let me have an orgasm. She enjoys teasing and denying me too much. Today I begged her once again:“Please Madam? How about a little bit of relief? My balls are really aching.” She seems to think for a minute. “I don’t know. Denying you is such a turn-on for me. The hornier you get the more it excites me. Alright, let me give you a chance. But first I need to tie you up securely.” Having said that, she orders me to lie down on the bed on my back and begins to tie my hands and feet to the bedposts. There is no chance to escape, no matter how much I try. “Alright”, she says. “I know, you are extremely ticklish. I will start to tickle torture you for 20 minutes. You can stop anytime by saying chastity. If you do that, I will stop tickling you right away and instead edge your cock for the rest of the 20 minutes without letting you cum. Then it will be back in the chastity cage without an orgasm. If you manage to last the full 20 minutes without saying chastity, I will bring you to a wonderful, satisfying, mindblowing, incredible orgasm!” I hate what I hear. I am really so ticklish. How on earth am I supposed to do that? There is not much time to think about it. She sets a timer and starts at my belly, using her fingers to explore and find my most ticklish spots. I scream uncontrollably. This is too much. Madame doesn’t care. She intensifies the tickling, starting at my neck all the way down to my knees. She seems to be well prepared. In the short moments I manage to stop screaming, I realize the terrifying set of equipment like feathers, brushes electric toothbrushes waiting for torturing me. I have no idea how much time has passed when she arrives at my feet, using baby oil and a brush. This is too much torture. I try to think of the wonderful orgasm I could have in less than 20 minutes, hardly remembering what an orgasm felt like the long time ago I had one. But it is just too much. All I want is for the tickling to stop. I scream “chastity”. She begins to glance. “I was so hoping for that”. She turns to my cock. “Let me stroke that for you. Doesn’t that feel much better than the nasty tickling? Who cares if there will be an orgasm in the end or not?” I care, but now I’m not so sure if that’s really better. Not having cum for so long, being brought to the edge over and over, that incredible relief so close but yet so far away. After she’s done edging and denying me, she locks away my cock again and smiles. “See how nice I am? You had your chance for an orgasm. Now that has made me so horny. I need to get my vibrator right now…”

by Sagean

Thanks to Ivey’s Keys

[beautifulsecrets42]

Control his Cock... (1)

Dave and Maggie had been married for 4 years now. They had a good sex life and had been sexually adventurous since they got together almost 6 years before they were married. Both were young professionals, in their late twenties and were in good shape. Maggie stood 5ft 5inches tall and had a beautiful flat tummy, a nice firm bottom and an amazing pair of perfectly formed breasts. Dave couldn’t help but to adore his wife…

Dave stood 6ft tall. He was a well-built chap but not overweight. He had played a lot of sport and the physique that goes with that life style had remained with him.

Dave and Maggie had an exciting and varied sex life. However, Maggie was fed up of her husband wanking when she wasn’t around. Maggie frequently checked the internet browsing history on their laptop and yet regularly found evidence that her husband had been looking at online porn. She knew her husband had a submissive side and most of the sites he visited reflected this. But why did he do this? She simply couldn’t understand why her husband would do such a thing. Wasn’t she enough for him? Enough was enough and Maggie made the decision to do something about it.

Maggie began doing some research on male submissiveness and soon discovered that she was not the only married woman with a husband that did this. She came across a number of forums created by wives who were having the same problem. There were a number of posts written by wives detailing how they dealt with this problem but one piece forum topic particularly caught her attention. The topic was written by wives who took control of their husband’s orgasms…

The wives on those forums explained how denying their husbands’ orgasms would leave their loved one in a heightened state of sexual arousal caused them to become more affectionate, willing and loving. The forums contained details of the techniques that were used to achieve this. Maggie wasn’t naturally dominant and she wondered if she could control him in this way.

She began to think how she could do this and put together a plan. Maggie had become so engrossed in her plans that she hadn’t noticed how wet her pussy had become. She was unsure what she would get out of the experience and was surprised at how her body had reacted. Perhaps she would enjoy this after all…

The following day Dave came in from work at the usual time. Maggie felt nervous. First she had to confront Dave about his use of porn. Then she had to tell him how she intended to deal with it. She was unsure just how he would react. They sat down at the table and had dinner together. She planned to do it when they had finished their meal. Maggie’s heart began to race as she plucked up the courage to raise the issue.

“Dave” she began.

Dave could tell from the tone of her voice that something was not quite right. “Yes, is everything ok?” he replied.

“Well, no it’s not actually” she paused wondering if she could continue. She took a deep breath and carried on. “I know that you spend a lot of time looking at porn on the internet. I’ve looked at the browsing history on the laptop and have seen the hundreds of porn pages you have been viewing. To be frank, I’m fed up of it Dave. I don’t understand why you need to do it …”

Dave tried to interrupt her “Sweetheart, I don’t….”

Maggie cut him off “Shut up …” she said suddenly in a raised voice. Her tone shocked Dave and he stopped talking. “… and let me finish. I’m fed up of you looking at porn on the internet. I’m fed up of you wanking your cock when I’m not there …” Maggie surprised herself at how easily such crude language came out of her mouth. She continued. “… I know you make yourself cum when you look at this filth and I’ve made the decision to do something about it.”

Dave was stunned. He wasn’t sure how he felt. Slightly embarrassed? He considered denying it but he had never heard his wife talk like this before. It was clear she was in no mood for games and he decided to keep his mouth shut…

To be continued

[beautifulsecrets42]

Control his Cock... (2)

Maggie continued “From now on Dave, I am in control of your orgasms. In fact I am in control of your cock. Your cock is mine. You will only get to cum where, when and how I say. There will be no more sneaky orgasms when I’m out or in bed. Indeed, you will only cum at all if you are lucky.”

The initial shock of his wife’s actions faded to be replaced by excitement. He actually enjoyed giving up control but did she really mean what she was saying? How would she stop him wanking? And could he really give up control of his orgasms to her?

“This starts now Dave” she said sternly. “I want you to promise me, that you will not cum unless I allow you to. Can you promise me Dave?”

Dave paused. “I think so” he said.

“Not good enough” shouted Maggie. “The answer is either ‘yes’ or ‘no’ and trust me, you don’t want to answer no! I’m serious about this and have a contingency plan Dave, so think again and give me your answer!”

“Yes” Dave said. “I promise, you have my word”

“Good” replied Maggie with a smile on her face. “From now on your only chance of cumming is to do as I say. You may think I’m being mean here but trust me when, or should I say, if I ever let you cum it will be the most amazing orgasm you will ever experience.”

Surprisingly for Dave the rest of the evening went pretty much as normal. They cleared away their dishes, had a few glasses of wine each and watched some TV. They didn’t discuss their earlier conversation and Dave began to wonder if his wife was having second thoughts about going through with this…

The clock moved towards midnight and Maggie suggested that they got themselves ready for bed. They both headed up the stairs and Maggie followed her usual routine, going into the bathroom to get herself ready for bed. Dave waited for her to finish then headed in himself. When he got back Maggie was laid on the bed wearing her usual nightwear. Dave went around to his side of the bed and stripped off his clothes. He picked up his sleeping shorts and moved to put them on

“Excuse me!” Maggie snapped. “What do you think you are doing?”

Dave was a little confused. “Getting ready for bed?” he replied.

“Not like that” responded Maggie. “From now on, unless I say otherwise, whenever you get in bed I want you naked!”

“Oh” stuttered Dave, “ok then, I guess”. He dropped his shorts and slid into the bed. Dave was becoming excited by his wife’s demanding tones and his cock began to grow. This display of excitement wasn’t wasted on Maggie and was exactly what she was hoping for.

Maggie rolled on her side with her back to Dave. “Come and hold me” she said to him. Dave moved across the bed and placed his arm around Maggie. Maggie backed into Dave and a smile spread across her face as she felt his hard cock press into her.

She reached back with her arm and took his hard cock in her hand. She squeezed it gently and could feel it beginning to throb. Instinctively Dave began the slowly move his hips back and forth. “I don’t think so!” said Maggie and quickly let go of him. “Good night” she said as she closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep. Dave felt like his cock was ready to explode. He reached over to his wife and moved closer but Maggie pushed him away! How would he sleep like this? He struggled but eventually dropped off wondering what tomorrow would bring…

The next morning Dave woke early. He hadn’t slept well and was feeling a little groggy. It took him a little while to realise he was still naked and the events of the previous evening returned to him. He began to think about what Maggie had said she would do to him and it wasn’t long before his cock began to swell.

Maggie began to stir at the side of him. She opened her eyes and looked at him and could see the desire in his eyes. Dave leant over to her and gave her a kiss. He moved his body closer and again she could feel his hard cock press against her stomach. She knew that he would be frustrated and wondered if she could exploit this…

She reached down and took hold of his hard cock. She slowly circled her thumb around the tip of his cock and was pleased to feel pre-cum leaking out making the end of his cock slippery. “Would you mind getting me a glass of orange juice dear?” She began to rub the end of his cock faster. “No problem sweetheart” he replied and jumped out of bed, taking his robe from the hook on the back of the door.

“Ahem!”

Dave looked over at Maggie. She simply shook her head. Dave knew what she wanted and he hooked the robe back on the door, heading out of the room naked, his hard cock pointing the way…

When he had gone Maggie slipped off her nightie, removed her vibrator from her drawer, pulled back to covers and moved into the middle of the bed where she laid in wait of Dave’s return…

Dave reappeared a few moments later. She noticed that his hard cock had softened and she smiled knowing it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Dave froze at the site of his beautiful wife lying naked on the bed, vibrator in her hand poised…

“Place the juice down” she said to him. He did as he was told. “I want you to stand at the foot of the bed.” Dave moved to position. “Now place your hands behind your back.” Dave did as he was told, his cock returning to its fully erect state. “Don’t you dare move a muscle Dave, just watch.”

Maggie turned on her vibrator and stared into Dave’s eyes. She slid the vibrator down her body until it hit its target, her erect clit. She continued to stare into Dave’s eyes as she used the buzzing toy to circle her erect clit. She could see the lust building in Dave’s eyes. His cock was literally throbbing and she could see the pre cum dripping from the end. She gave out a small laugh enjoying her new found power. She turned her vibrator up to the next speed and the vibrations on her clit were reverberating through her body. She held Dave’s gaze until she could take it no longer. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as she started to feel her orgasm build. She began to pant. The waves of pleasure built up through her body and moments later she was overcome by a tremendous orgasm…

As she came down, she slowly opened her eyes, half expecting to see Dave stood there stroking his cock. However, she was pleased to see that he had done as he was told and remained stood with his hands behind his back…

To be continued

[clickthelock]

Ok honey, I’ve decided to switch things up a little this year. Your minimum chastity lock up time will only be a week, so in one week you’ll be free to cum again…

caption by http://clickthelock.tumblr.com

[keephimcaged]

Holy shit, this just got added to a very serious ‘to do’ list.

[sirsgoodlittleslut]

Helping Sir work

Sir was sitting at his desk at our place, focused on the screens and pages in front of him as he worked. I was down below in braids and one of Sir’s open button down shirts, kneeling between his legs with my eyes covered in a blindfold and his cock in my mouth. I had the collar and leash on, and while I licked and sucked I couldn’t focus on anything except for the feeling of Sir’s cock in my mouth and the sounds flowing through the earbuds placed firmly in my ears that blocked out any other noise. They were connected to my laptop, which was playing an audio masturbation tease we’d found online earlier. I was listening and doing my best to remember all of the rules that Sir had told me after he put the blindfold on me and before he had me put the ear buds in. “Make sure that no matter what, you’re focused on pleasing my cock while I work. Follow all of the instructions you hear, but do them in a way that best allows you to please my cock. And if they give permission to cum, you’re only allowed a ruined orgasm instead.”

I whimpered when he said that, but I diligently started sucking his cock and following the instructions on the recording, teasing myself and feeling myself getting wetter and wetter as all I wanted to do was ride Sir’s cock or rub my clit. Instead I teased myself slowly, pleasing Sir’s cock as I went. I imagined all the hands talked about in the recording were Sir’s, and I tried hard to focus on paying attention to the words, pleasing Sir’s cock, and trying not to cum all at once. 

My body kept writhing and jerking around, particularly every time there was a command to stop suddenly while touching my pussy. I realized how ridiculous the whole thing must look to someone who couldn’t hear the instructions, and how random the patterns might seem. I wondered if it was amusing Sir, but I also realized I had absolutely no way of knowing when Sir was paying any attention to me or not. The only signs that I had that he was even aware that I was sucking his cock (other than feeling how hard it was) was the one time he reached down and grabbed my tits, or the times I suddenly felt him hold my head down onto his cock until I choked. A few times he used one arm across his body to do it, so that he was just resting it casually on my head to hold it down. He would turn a page or make a few notes while I struggled to breathe around his cock underneath, all while continuing to follow instructions and keep from cumming.

Eventually, the part that I’d both been excited for and dreading happened. The voice in my ear told me that it was almost time to cum. As soon as I ruined the first orgasm, I felt so many things. The beginning was amazing, as I felt that taste of cumming. But then I knew I had to stop suddenly even though it was so hard to pull my hand away and ruin it. And it only made it worse that the descriptions of cumming, the reward in the instructions, went into detail describing the “waves of pleasure” the listener must be feeling as my pussy just ached even worse than before. I wanted that feeling so badly, and I’d had it for just that one second. But over and over, until the instructions told me to stop, that one second was all I got before I had to ruin it.

Finally, the recording was over and I leaned back to tell Sir. He led me to the bedroom by my leash with my blindfold still on, and brought me over to the bed. I immediately asked if I could cum, but he told me no as he undid my leash and shoved his cock into my pussy. I was begging, but he told me that I was only allowed to cum right before he did. So I did my best, struggling and fighting and squirming and somehow I did it. I made it until the end, and when Sir gave me permission I cam so hard all over his cock until he came on my tits and stomach. And then, he told me I was his good slut and had me get between his legs so he could un-do my braids and rub my head and cuddle me. In a daze, I turned my body and started to move that way before I heard his warning “just make sure you don’t spill any of that cum that’s on you.” 💖

[denyandserve]

[wethotdenial]

His Weekly Treatment (Ruined Orgasms, Pleasure Torture)

OFC x Reader

As expected of you, you’re waiting in your bed with your pants drawn down to your knees and your cock out for me. The lights are dim and it’s just past eleven o’clock on a Wednesday night. It’s bed time.

I’ve come to tuck you in with your weekly treatment. How else can I keep you from touching yourself? Only I’m allowed to touch your dirty cock.

At the sight of me in my thin nightgown, I see your cock raise a little, and then, a soft bob, a twitch in my honor. Knowing what I’m here for, and what I’m going to do, is just enough to harden your poor cock so much I can see the pain in your eyes.

“It’s okay, I’m here to treat you, baby,” I say softly as I walk over and stand at your bed. I pull my panties down. 

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[chastity365-deactivated20170319]

The Chastity Belt, by D. Glenn Arthur Jr.

Here’s a story that I’d read a long time ago. It was one of the hottest things I had read, at the time, and still is a favorite of mine. I read it here. http://www.tpe.com/altarboy/chastity.htm

The Chastity Belt

a fantasy by

D. Glenn Arthur Jr.

Copyright 14 April, 1993

http://www.dglenn.org/

I retain copyright to this story, but grant permission to distribute it freely not-for-profit (I’m not counting pay-for-access Usenet accounts as “distributing for profit” in this context) and archive it.

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The Chastity Belt

Wearing the chastity belt for a year had been harder to bear than I’d expected.  I mean, I was skeptical about it when she first suggested it, saying that she wanted me to wear it for a year to demonstrate my devotion to her, but as she slowly talked me into it I managed to convince myself that it couldn’t be all that bad, especially since I’d know it would be removed eventually.  I hadn’t realized how frustrated I could get, or that frustration could actually drive me to tears.

“I really want you to do this,” she’d said.  "I want to know that you’re this serious about our relationship.  Please, honey, if you want me to be your Mistress, I want to know that you can take being dominated for a long time without a break.“

“You mean you want to test me,” I said, not sure whether to feel hurt or not.

“Um, yes, I do.  Look, honey, do you really know that you really want to be committed to being my slave?  Do you really know that you won’t get bored with it someday and want to change things?  Because I’ll love you even if you’re not my slave, but if we’re going to try to be serious about this D/s thing, I do want to know it’s going to work.  So yes, I am saying I want to test you.”

“Uh, yeah, I see your point.  But a whole year?  I mean,admittedly the idea has intense fantasy potential, but …”

“Dear, it would also please me and excite me to know that I had you locked up.”  She gave me that sly smile that always sets butterflies swarming in my stomach.  I think she knows it has that effect on me.   “I’d enjoy,” she drew out the word ‘enjoy’ deliciously, “I’d enjoy knowing just how frustrated you were getting.  I’d love knowing all the time, even when we’re apart, that you’re my slave and that you’re suffering for me.”  She was getting turned on talking about it, and, well, seeing her get turned undoes things to me.

“What if I can’t take it?” I asked nervously.  "And does the chastity belt really work like they say?  I mean, is it really practical for wearing such a long time?“

“I’ll have the key, honey.  If we absolutely have to take it off, we can.  But I really want you to wear it the whole year.”

We talked like that off and on for a couple weeks.  I reread all my old wanking material that mentioned male chastity devices.  She made sure I knew how much the idea excited her.  Eventually, trembling, I agreed.   That night she locked the thing on me.  It was a week after her birthday.

It was deliciously exciting to have her lock me up, knowing that I couldn’t free myself and knowing that the plan was for me to wear the harness and be deprived of my manhood for twelve long months.  Fear mingled with excitement, my fantasies and my nervousness played tag, and with my heart all aflutter I stood there and let her tuck me into the device and lock it on my body.

That night she played with me, and the frustration was spice added to our lovemaking.  She was very gentle, stroking me here and there, and I made tender love to her with my handstand my tongue.  It was frustrating not to be touched on my penis, not even to be able to get hard, but it was the kind of frustration that can be fun in bondage.  "This isn’t so bad,“ I thought, “This is kind of fun.  A year is a long time, but at least I know the end date.”

Over the next few weeks, the frustration stopped being so much fun, but it wasn’t too bad.  My desires, being thwarted, diminished, and that made the chastity belt easier to bear.I got used to washing with it on, managing to get enough soapy water to run under it to keep me clean.  I got used to the way it felt under my clothes at work and slowly,oh so slowly, started becoming less self-conscious about it.  I got used to sitting down to pee.  And I got used to seeing the chastity belt locked on me when I looked in the mirror or looked down at myself.

I almost convinced myself that I really didn’t mind pleasing her without being able to take the same kind of pleasure.I almost convinced myself that the feel and taste of her pussy when I went down on her, or the wonderful sounds she made, didn’t have to result in my dick painfully trying to get hard within its prison and my mind feeling as trapped as my penis by my lack of release.  Almost.

After a month I was starting to feel a little crazy.  "I’m not sure whether I can stand this, love.“

"Oh, is it really that bad?  You’ve gone longer without sex before, haven’t you?”

“Well yeah, but I could masturbate then.”

“Um.  Think of it as a challenge.  See whether you can master your desires.  Do it for me, honey?  Please?”

I gulped.  "I think I can manage a little longer, but jeez,this is starting to drive me crazy!“

After three months, I was getting a little irritable.  I was also constantly trying to think of ways I could get even a little stimulation on my cock.  I was sure that the slightest touch there would trigger release.

"Dear, I really don’t want to unlock you yet, but it’s not fair that you do all these wonderful things to me and I’m not doing much back.  Hmm. How do you feel about being fucked in the ass?”

Desperate for anything, I said, “Yes, please Mistress!”

“Honey, I want to hear you beg for it.”

The next half hour was thoroughly embarrassing.

I was so incredibly turned on when she started spreading the lube in my ass!  And when she started pushing the strap-on against my opening, I was in heaven!  Oh rapture, oh delight!As she fucked me, my pleasure built and built … and so did my desire for more, more, more.  But never release.  My cock hurt, pressing against its confinement unable to become erect.At the time the pain merely added to the delicious feast of sensations.  

Eventually she tired and stopped, grinning a grin that would set fire and ice chasing each other around your soul if you saw it.  And I actually howled in frustration, banging my head against the pillows and crying.

I eventually calmed down, managed to relax and sleep.  And a month and a half later, desperate, even though I knew it would leave me weeping in frustration again, I knelt before he rand begged her again to please fuck me in the ass.  And again I flew on winds of sensation, only to come crashing down again,weeping and thrashing in frustration.

She’d given me some new rules while I was begging, little things to make our roles of Mistress and slave a bit more formal, and I’d agreed to them.  Our relationship was getting a little more intense.

The next time I begged her to fuck me, she refused.  She made me wait a week after I got so desperate that I was ready to beg.  Oh, I still got to touch her, to enjoy her cries and moans of pleasure as I licked and nibbled.  And swats from her riding crop when my own frustration and desire carried me away and I got a bit too enthusiastic, bit too hard, or went too fast.

Finally she asked me to wear her collar for a week.  To work.I was shocked.  I was scared.  But I said yes, and she fucked me in the ass.   That Monday I went into the office skittish as a kitten at the dog pound.  I got a few raised eyebrows,and one or two kind comments.  The real teasing didn’t start until Tuesday.

The time after that she locked the collar on and added a tag saying “Property of…”.  It’s only come off when I’ve had to wear a tie since then.

“Mistress, I don’t think I can take this any longer!  I’m going mad, I’m so frustrated, I mean sometimes it’s just so intense and fantastic and exciting, but then I start to get excited and I can’t get hard and it gets frustrating again.  I love you and I love being dominated by you and I love feeling trapped and I even love the frustration but I’m not sure I’m strong enough to take this.”

“Oh, but you don’t have to be strong enough, darling.  That’s what the lock is there for.”  She smiled so sweetly, and caressed my face so tenderly that I calmed down immediately, hanging on her every word.  "I really want you to do this for me.  Do you think you can manage now?“

"Yes, Mistress,” I said, much calmer, “I think I can.  Please forgive me for … my weakness.”

“Oh, honey, I know it’s not easy.  It’s not supposed to be easy.Knowing how hard it is for you, knowing that you’re suffering excites me.”  I swallowed and she continued.  "As a matter of fact,I’m excited now, and I think I want to fuck your cute little slave ass again.“

Things changed a little after that.  Instead of making me wait until I was ready to beg for it and then making me wait some more,she started fucking me in the ass more often, at her whim.  That meant I didn’t have to beg, and in some ways it made the frustrations little easier to bear, but in other ways it made it harder, because getting fucked excited me so.  I think she knew exactly what she was doing.

New rules … I was her sex toy, to be used however she wanted whenever she wanted, no matter my mood or how tired I was.  Well,if she’d wanted to she could have done that earlier.  Still, by then it was a lot easier to get into the mood when she decided she wanted me.  At first it was just another neat dimension to our game.  Eventually I started feeling that I no longer had any rights to my own body.  That was both scary and fantastic.  And the frustration continued.

In the last few months, I settled down a bit and started coming to grips more with my situation.  I got better at handling the frustration, better and not letting it get in the way of my enjoyment of pleasures sexual and otherwise.  Perhaps knowing that most of my "sentence” had passed helped.

The last month she removed the key from its hiding place and started wearing it around her neck.  "The year’s almost up,“she’d say, "and it looks like you’ve passed my test.  Are you glad?  Are you happy to know you can take being my slave,so we can make our relationship permanent?”

Yes yes, oh yes I was glad.  And thankful for her reminder that though my year of chastised hell was nearly over, it was not the ending of the dominance I loved, but the marking of our knowing it would endure.

But oh, how I looked forward to the day when the infernal device would be removed from my manhood and I could have the orgasm I’d been waiting a year for.  How I longed to thrust deep into her and feel her warm cunt gripping my shaft.  I could afford to let myself think these thoughts, now that the time of my release was in sight.  Every time I saw the key dangling between her breasts on its chain, I licked my lips.

So yes, wearing the chastity belt for a year had been much harder than I’d imagined, but I’d survived it.  I’d held out for a year, I’d passed her test, I’d proved to myself as well that I could bear such torment.   I’d thought to beg her for release, but I’d never thought to use my safe word to escape.

And tonight, a week after her birthday, it had been a year.She led me to our bedroom, lit several candles, and tied me to the bed, muttering sweet compliments to me the whole time,stroking me as she would a cat.  A bowl of ice sat on the bedside table, alongside a couple of neatly folded towels.A glass of something clear sat on the dresser with a plate resting on top of it.  She stripped, while I watched,licking my lips, then straddled my face.  "Eat me.“

When she tired of that, she sat astride my belly, idly stroking my nipples.  "You made it,” she said.  "It’s been a year.“

"Yes.”

“Do you want to continue to be my slave after this?”

“Yes, Mistress, I do!”  I was excited beyond belief, and as much in love with her as the day she’d first proposed locking me up.

She smiled, that delicious slow grin, and said, “Good.Because I want to keep you!  I don’t want it to be a game.We’ve been playing pretty seriously, but we’ve both known there was a time limit.  Now I know you can handle that kind of intensity for a long time.  Do you want it?   Do you want to continue permanently as my slave?  This deep?”

“Yes, Mistress!  Anything!  I am yours!”

I swear she started breathing harder and sweating a little.“I want this to be real.  I want you to get a tattoo saying you’re my slave.  And I want to get married, and I want you to take my name instead of the other way around.  And I want to know that I can continue to use you whenever I want, to punish you whenever I want, even to lock you up when I want,from now on.”

My heart raced.  I was frightened to make such a commitment with no time limit, but I’d already found that I could not only handle being dominated full time but even enjoy it even as I suffered.  "Yes, Mistress.  I consent.  I want that too.“

"Do you want it enough to give up your safe word?”

“Yesss!  I am _all_ yours, my love!”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately,rocking her hips, scooting back so she was rubbing herself against the edge of my chastity belt.  "Oh God, how I love you.  And you’re Mine!“  She reached back and stroked my thighs, then leaned forward to lick my nipples, the key on its chain brushing against my chest.  I panted, I moaned,I called out my love for her.

Finally she stopped, picked up the key, and said, "Well, it’s time to deal with this, no?”

I looked at her hungrily.

She removed the chain from around her neck.  She removed the key from the chain.  She went to the glass of clear liquid on the dresser and uncovered it.  "A toast,“ she said, "to your showing me you could pass my test!”  She lifted the glass, and the key.

And she dropped the key into the glass, where it fizzed and foamed and slowly dissolved.

My heart fell.  Actually, I think it stopped.  She watched my face, grinning, as I lay there disbelieving.

“I have a soldering iron in the bedside table,” she said very quietly.   “I’m going to fill the keyhole with solder.  You’re mine forever, my love.”

[sexualtraining]

Pavlov's Horny Dog - An Edging / Orgasm-Control Challenge

Due to the lack of rgasm control and orgasm denial challenges for men I decided to create one. I call it: Pavlov’s Horny Dog vol. I I hope the name will fit well. Who is willing to take part? It will work for men and women equally. You need 15 minutes of free time every day for 21 days. There will be no cumming for the whole three weeks. Are you brave enough to join?

1. Choose 3 Songs. It would be ideal if you choose songs which you will not hear during the day. But it would add some extra fun if there was a reasonable chance that you will hear them when you are out in a club or something. Take the three songs and do not switch them.

2. You will need some kind of anal toy, maybe your favorite dildo or some kind of vibrator. If you don’t have one, you may choose any phallic object you feel comfortable with.

3. Do the following edging routine every day at least once. You may do it more than once but only a complete set. Start your first song and loop it for at least five minutes. You may choose longer times. Start edging with your genitals. Have fun. After five minutes there will be no touching for the rest of the set Start the second song and loop it for the same time. Now start playing with your nipples until the time is over. Start the third song and loop it for the same time. Now you can have some anal fun. Use plenty of lube and enjoy your time.

4. After the set is done you may either finish for the day, start another set immediately or whenever you are in the mood.

5. At day 21 you may cum after your edging routine.

That’s why I call it Pavlov’s Horny Dog. See what will happen when you hear one of these songs in the club after your conditioning time.

[eagerlittlefucktoy]

Source: gemmaasher

Ruined Orgasms are painful.

It’s painful to know that I’m robbing myself of a release that would make my toes curl, my eyes roll back and leave me with a goofy, stupid grin on my face. There’s none of that with a ruin. If I’m lucky I’ll feel one pleasurable contraction at the beginning—which acts as a signal to let me know I need to start ruining. It’s a mindfuck, to say the least.

Maybe the worst part is that I can’t ruin my orgasms by stopping stimulation completely. Oh, how I wish I could. I have to keep touching myself to fool my body into thinking it’s still cumming. I rub around my clit and think about all the sensations I’m missing; my finger just a half-inch away from the amazing release that I’m desperate for.

Afterwards, there is a brief refractory period where my arousal recedes. Then roughly fifteen minutes later, I feel a sudden surge of arousal so intense that I gasp. The rubbing of tight pants or underwear becomes overwhelming. I’m breathing heavy—panting. I throb and ache. I’m ten times hornier than before I ruined. I start to beg for permission to cum around that point. If that’s not an option, then I’ll stew, squirm, and whimper.

In short, ruined orgasms are mentally and physically excruciating. Torturous, even. Yet I always seem to cum much more quickly when I know I’m going to ruin. And I keep asking for them. And I can’t wait to ruin my next orgasm.

Ruins courtesy of @johnny-misogyny.

[teaseanddenialstories]

Have your say: Do I get to cum tomorrow night?

The title pretty much sums it up I think.

Do I get to cum tomorrow night? If you wanna vote go ahead if not that’s totally cool. Just realised I have like 400 followers so I thought id let you decide what I should do with myself. >:D

[teaseanddenialstories]

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[yeah-thats-not-it]

My Favorite tease is to eat you out while making you read a book aloud.

If you stop, I stop.

[hornydeniedgirl]

Oooh. That is a brilliant idea!

[always-dripping]

I love games and challenges.

[notporn-aaa]