I was frantic and feverish with desire. She teased me with her delicate and talented
fingers, stroking my cock, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of climax.
“Would you like me to make you climax?” she teased.
How could I possibly answer that? Of course, I wanted to cum! Or did I?
How could I ever be sure? The
only things of which I were certain was that the way she touched me felt more
intense and pleasurable than anything I had ever experienced, that I wanted
these feelings to continue for as long as possible, and that she had taken over
a part of my mind to which I had no access.
“Yes, please!” I
fumbled with the words.
“Beg me,” she teased with warm breath tickling my
ear. “Let me hear how sweetly and genuinely
you can beg me.”
“Oh please, Kate, I’m begging you. Let me climax. I’ll do anything, anything at all.”
“That sounds so tempting.
Let’s see what we can do, but you must tell me when you get close, or
this will be the last time I touch you for sometime!”
She lightly tickled up and down my rigid and sensitive
shaft with her pointed nails. She
brought me closer and closer. My body
arched and strained in my bonds. I
attempted to thrust my cock more deeply into her clutches, but my movements were
futile.
Her breathing was ragged, as she whispered into my ear,
“Come on, baby, you can get there.”
I struggled, twisting and writhing, willing myself to come, but it was no use. Far away, I felt her feathery touch brushing
the length of my shaft and circling the head of my cock. I could never climax with such light
ministrations, and she knew it. I
continued to struggle, however, in a desperate attempt to coax her into rubbing
harder or faster. Anything!
I gasped for breath with my heart pounding. In the back of my mind, I knew my frantic
behavior was out of control. My solace
came when I gazed into Kate’s eyes. She
loved this.
She grabbed my shaft in the depth of her palm and
squeezed, then released it and giggled as my cock bobbed futilely in the
air. She did it several more times,
twisting my shaft inside her grip. I
thought I would explode, but she never continued long enough for me to get
there. She grabbed my shaft firmly and
used her other hand to toy with my cock head.
Her hands were slick with olive oil, and she rubbed her palm back and
forth across my urethra, then round and round in circles. She was driving me crazy.
I felt my climax climbing, beginning in my mind and
building tightly from deep inside my groin.
Kate’s fingers danced lightly over my flesh, tracing a single fingernail
along each and every vein protruding from my sex. She coated her fingertips in oil and rubbed
them over my cock head and then spread the oil over my shaft and balls. I was close, so close.
“Oh please don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I silently
pleaded.
She grabbed my cock at its base and squeezed. The tightness I felt as she trapped the
rushing blood inside my cock made me delirious.
My cock head felt so taut that I wondered if the purplish skin might
tear. She worked her hand up and down my
thickening shaft and then focused on my plumbed head, wrapping her fingers
around my sensitive corona and twisting, as if she were trying to twist off a
bottle cap. Again and again, she wrapped
her oil-slick fingers around my head and twisted. I jumped in my bonds with each flick of her
wrist. She was going to make me
cum. I had little doubt that anything
could prevent that as this point. Just a
little more and I would drench her hand with built-up cum. Then, she stopped.
I shrieked, panting and gasping for breath. I was trembling. “Ohhh, Kate, please, I was so close…please Kate…please
let me…”
“Let you what, Jeremy?
Let you what?” she playfully mocked my desperation.
“Please let me cum!
Please!” My whimpering sounded
pathetic, even to me.
“Are you saying that you want me to stop touching you,
because if I let you cum, we’re done playing?
Is that what you really want? I’m
having a blast teasing you. Doesn’t it
feel good? Why would you want me to stop
now?” she countered.
“Damn, damn, damn,” I thought. She had me completely confused. “I don’t know, Kate. I really don’t know,” I stuttered, “Of
course, it feels good…incredible. I’ve
never felt anything like this, but it’s SO hard. I feel like your driving me insane. I…”
She put a warm finger to my lips and whispered, “Shhh, I
know this is difficult for you. It’s
supposed to be. That’s part of the
fun. I know it’s confusing. Of course, it is. That’s why I want you to lie back and let me
decide. Don’t you want…don’t you need me
to decide whether or not you get to cum?”
How could I answer that?
I was mad with desire. I wanted
nothing more than an orgasm. I had never
wanted an orgasm more. Yet, she was so
convincing. Her argument made perfect
sense. I couldn’t answer her, so I
screwed my eyes shut and nodded.
“That’s a good boy.
That’s right. Let me play with
you. I’ll make this something that
you’ll never forget.”
I opened my eyes to see her removing her top. I swear she was the most beautiful creature
that I had ever laid eyes on.
I shivered, as she bent forward to kiss me. I was terrified of what I was feeling, but
could think of nothing more important than kissing her with all my might to
show her my adoration.
I gasped helplessly, when she pulled away. I wanted to follow her with my lips, but she
had pulled the ropes tightly before securing me to the four corners of her
bed. I was completely helpless and under
her spell.
“Before I even consider granting you an orgasm, you need
to be very sweet to my wet little pussy, and then maybe, just maybe…How does it
feel when I excite you, but don’t let you climax, Jeremy?”
My cock twitched at her words. I had no intention of answering her. I wanted only for her to begin touching me
again.
“Answer me, Jeremy,” she commanded, “I want to know.”
“I feel so helpless,” I replied, “I love the feeling of
being stretched between the slats of your bed.
It makes my cock hard. But, when
you touch me…my God, I’ve never felt anything like it. My head is swimming. You scramble my mind. I didn’t know what to think or feel. I feel owned, as if you had taken something
from deep inside me and possessed it as your very own. I feel like your toy, and while it feels
exciting and erotic, I feel ashamed…”
“Do you like it when I control your orgasm like this? Do you like it when I bring you to the edge
and then stop to make sure that you don’t cum?
Do you like it when I make you beg?”
I couldn’t answer her.
I felt so ashamed that she had discovered my secrets so easily. I fell so quickly from feeling like her lover
to loving how she dominated and frustrated me.
“Jeremy, you know that each time I do this to you, each
time I bring you to the maddening edge, I push you deeper into a world where
you will need this. If we continue
playing like this, eventually I will soften you. You’ll become docile and submissive. You’ll do anything to try to get me to touch
you. I can tell already how easy it
would be to control you. Do you want to
see what I mean?”
I remained speechless. Part of me knew that she was right, but I felt so ambivalent and clung to something inside me that I cannot explain.
“Of course you do.
Let me show you,” she purred.
She dipped her fingers into the tiny bowl of oil and
painted my cock. My cock had deflated
through our conversation, but quickly spiked toward the ceiling in answer to
her gentle ministrations. She easily
guided me to a full erection, and I trembled.
Part of me was terrified with what was happening to me. She curled her fingers around the base of my
cock and scrotum, her thumb and fingers holding me firmly. With her other hand, she dug her delicately
pointed nails lightly into the flesh of my cock head. I drew in a sharp breath but could feel her watching
me. My cock head surged into the
sharpness of her nails.
“Ohhh, how interesting,” she
responded, “I’ll bet that hurts a bit, but your cock seems to like it very
much.”
She increased the pressure of her nails against my
strained flesh around my urethra and held me like that for a moment before
moving to discover a new sensitive spot in which to dig her nails. I panted and moaned softly, biting my
lip. My hips and thighs quivered, as I
arched my back in a feverish, but helpless, attempt to offer myself to
her. With my body, I beseeched and
begged her. The wagging movement of my
cock, as it throbbed each time she released me from her grip, told her that I
would promise her anything, anything, if she would just touch me one more
time. The sharp pain I felt each time
she dug her nails into my tight flesh felt like tiny spikes. I don’t fully understand why I found the
erotic pain so exciting, but I had never felt harder. I moaned softly and reached for her with my
pelvis.
“You see,” she whispered, “I can control you
completely. I’ll bet that I don’t even
need to touch your cock to drive you crazy.”
My senses whirled.
I knew she was right, and didn’t know how to process my thoughts.
Then, with one fingernail, she lightly stroked the
underside of my shaft.
“Oh, God, please Kate,” I croaked, shivering, stretching
and straining against the fleece-lined leather cuffs that held me fast beneath
her.
“Oh, yes, Jeremy,” she whispered hotly in my ear, “Just as
you’ve fantasized, I’ve had my own. I’ve
always dreamt of having a young stud like you in my clutches to do with exactly
what I want and see him respond just as you’re doing tonight. I love seeing you like this! Tell me that you’ll do anything for me if I
let you climax?”
Kate giggled, as devilish thoughts flitted through her
brain, but decided that now was not the time to share them. Perhaps later, when he was tamer and more
accepting of the power she held over him, she would share her darkest secrets.
She revived from her reverie to my trembling body.
“Jeremy, do you see how helpless you can feel against just
one little fingertip? What is it that
you want?”
She stroked my cheek and neck soothingly, cooing softly to
reassure me, “I want you to wait until tomorrow morning. You can do that can’t you? Wait until tomorrow morning? I will keep you desperately excited all night
with my fingers and mouth. You’ll be
frantic to please me. You’ll do
absolutely anything I ask. I’ll keep you
here in bed with me all night pleasuring me.
I’ll teach you how to make love to me with your fingers, mouth and
tongue. Then, tomorrow morning, if
you’ve been very good all night, I’ll lick and suck you until I drain
everything from your balls into my warm and wet mouth with my wicked tongue.”
I groaned and panted as her words burned into my
consciousness.
“Tell me you can wait until tomorrow morning,” she
whispered, gently licking my ear and rubbing her swollen nipples across my
chest.
My desired burned.
“Tomorrow morning you can have me. I’ll be yours, my lips, my tongue, my
breasts, and my sweet pussy. I’ll be
your succubus, your sweet obsession.”
She reached down with devilish fingers and firmly formed a
ring around the base of my cock. She
slowly slid her ringed fingers up and down my shaft.
“What do you really want, Jeremy? It’s okay to succumb. I know you’re feeling confused, but we both
know what you want, don’t we? You love
this. You’ve always dreamt of this. Although you find it terrifying, you have
never wanted anything more than you want me to take control of your
orgasm. Isn’t that right?”
“Kate, it’s so hard…so hard…” I shuddered.
“I know, sweetheart,” she comforted me.
She rubbed the nerve endings just below the head of my
cock. She gripped my thick shaft in her
fingers and rubbed her thumb in circles over the spot just below the split in
my cock head. Her touch was
intoxicating. I could think of nothing
else. I rolled my eyes back into my
head. I felt that I could barely stand
what she was doing, but wanted the feeling to last forever. I was in heaven and hell.
“Jeremy, I’m waiting for your answer. Tell me what your really want. Tell me that you can wait until morning, and
I’ll make you feel things you’ve only dreamt about. Make me happy, Jeremy!”
There was nothing else for me to say. “Yes,” I trembled weakly.
“Yes, Kate, I can wait until morning.” And with those words, I began my resignation.
“You’ll see,” she stroked my cheek softly. “You will be my love toy tonight and tomorrow
morning you will be in rapture. Tonight
I will excite you intolerably. You will
beg me and plead with me to let you climax.
You will pray for morning, but sunlight is a long way away. Until then, you will pleasure me.”
I groaned, as she slid her hand slowly up and down my
shaft.
“I want you to pleasure me with your mouth. Would you like to make love to me now?” It was more command that request.
Kate released my cock from her grip and stood towering
above me, feet on either side of my torso.
She swayed her model figure above me and removed her panties. Completely naked, she was a picture of
perfection in my eyes. She lowered
herself onto my chest and gently wiped away a tear from my cheek.
She leaned forward, grabbing her sleigh headboard with two
hands to steady herself. Her sex was inches from my chin, and I
marveled at her beauty. Neatly framed by
tightly trimmed, scarlet hair, her lips were so swollen. Her pinkish insides strained against her
outer lips to free themselves into the cool bedroom air. Hers was the most beautiful oyster I had ever
seen, and I was desperate to taste her.
She slid forward a bit more and urged me forward to her
fragrant pussy. It’s difficult to
explain how I felt at that moment. It
was as if she presented me with a wonderful opportunity to show her how I felt
about her, but knew that I never fully could.
Nevertheless, I stuck my tongue out and licked her gently and slowly,
making sure to trace the edges of her inner lips and hood, which beckoned for
my attention. Delicately, I licked and
sucked her hood, paying special care to tickle the edges with the tip of my
tongue. She gently rocked back and
forth, guiding me and positioning my efforts the way she wanted. I wanted so much to make her feel some of the
exquisite torment that she had paced me through during the past hours.
I traced my path along her most tender folds and was
elated when I heard her breathing change pace.
I continued, consciously restraining my enthusiasm to slowly build the
pressure from deep inside her. Kate
tipped her head back and pushed gently against my tongue. She was allowing me to bring her to the brink
of orgasm. She slowly rocked back and
forth, making small soft sounds of desire.
Despite my helpless position, I teased her with my inquisitive tongue
lapping gingerly across her swelling clit.
I pulled her nub into my mouth and held her firmly between my lips,
dragging the flat of my tongue over the tip of her clitoris. Without knowing how close she was to
climaxing, I stopped, only to start over shortly thereafter. From her muted cries, I felt that she was
getting dangerously close to the edge and I slowed my licking to a crawl. She pushed harder, but did not demand more
from me. She loved to be held in the
tense, delirious state at the edge of climax.
I continued for as long as she let me, then suddenly she grabbed my hair
and pulled me tightly to her pussy, fitting me to her and locking her smooth
thighs around head. I found her very
swollen clitoris with my tongue and rubbed back and forth until she shuddered
and collapsed into me. As she climaxed,
I felt a tiny trickle of warmth seep onto my tongue. She tasted sweet as candy. Her spasms continued for a moment, and then
calming herself, she giggled and crawled down my body to lie next to me.
“That was fabulous!” she moaned, running her fingertips
through my hair and over my lips. “How
do you feel?” She gazed into my eyes,
stroking my cheek and lips.
I was speechless.
“Oh, I see,” she continued, “you got lost in the euphoria
of pleasing me, but now that you’ve made me cum, you’re drifting back to the
realization that your cock is hard and you’ve been suffering for hours. Does that hit the mark at all?”
I nodded.
“You must feel terribly frustrated, but imagine that until
morning, you will remain bound, as I torment you. I suspect you are and will go through many
gyrations of different feelings.”
I begged her with my eyes to finish me off and put me out
of my misery.
“Shhh,” she whispered, laying
her fingertip against my lips. “I don’t trust
you to restrain yourself, so you have to remain bound tonight. I want you to experience your body’s helpless
burning. I want complete control. You will make me orgasm many more times
tonight, but for you there will be only frustration.
“But what about tomorrow?” I blurted.
“If you are very good to me tonight, if you are attentive
and pleasure me, tomorrow morning I will give you what you want.”
As confused and frustrated as I felt, I could think of no
place I’d rather be.
The night progressed slowly. The sun could not rise soon enough. Kate spent the evening drifting in and out of
what must have been a blissful rest for her.
Each time she stirred awake, she placed her fingers across my nipples,
stomach, inner thighs or cock and lightly stroked me until she eventually woke
to tease me once more. She brought me to
the edge of denial more times than I can or care to remember, dozens, hundreds
of times. I have no idea. My mind had left me. My sweat-soaked body writhed almost
continuously throughout the night, whether she was tormenting my cock or simply
resting her fingertips along my shaft while she drifted back to sleep.
“Jeremy, hold still,” she commanded, “I’m tired.”
In my agony, I steadied my body and watched her fall
asleep. If not for her tortuous
treatment of me, I swear she looked like an angel. Maybe she was. My cock twitched and throbbed, as my erection
eventually subsided, sleeping in a tense and hungry state, waiting for her to
awake and touch me once more. I drifted
off into an uneasy and restless sleep.
Several times during the night, she awoke, played with my
body and then sat over me and directed me to lick her again. I did so, of course, eagerly, each time
trying to bring her such exquisite pleasure that she might take pity on me and
allow me to orgasm. However, she was
steadfast, despite my protests. In the
darkness of the night, I lay in quiet agony.
Never in my fantasies could I have ever anticipated how I felt that
evening.
I woke in the morning to the evening’s memories. I felt different. I felt resigned and docile. I knew that pleading would get me nowhere. Kate had broken my will. I felt the beginning of a transformation, an
understanding of what it might be like to be her willing slave.
She grazed my cheek and brow with her fingertips and gazed
tenderly into my eyes. My cock began to
harden, and I moaned, as I watched her reach for the olive oil. Dipping her fingers into the bowl, she
lathered my cock with her hands and gripped me with her warm, slick
fingers. With one hand, she cupped my
sac and gently massaged my balls.
“My goodness these are large! And they feel so full. Poor, Jeremy, you must feel so horny. I wonder if they’re really blue inside?”
Kate wrapped one hand around my stiffening shaft and slid
it up and down in a slow rhythm. With
her other hand, she massaged and tickled my balls. I was torn between the exquisite delight of
her hand on my cock and the far too ticklish sensation on my balls. I tried desperately to restrain my
laughter. I didn’t want her to
stop. She was driving me insane. My body stiffened helplessly, and I groaned
and threw my head back.
“You are excited, aren’t you?” she whispered and then
released her grip on me.
Staring deeply into my eyes, Kate waited for me to calm
down and then grasped me again in her silky hands and stroked me lightly,
running her fingers along the length of my shaft. Each time she did this, I felt the head of my
cock swell and my testicles tense. I
knew I would climax shortly. There was
no way she could stop me now.
“Jeremy, can you feel your cock head swell or your balls
tighten?”
I was too far gone to respond coherently.
“I can,” she continued without me, “Do you understand what
this means?”
Again, I was no where near capable of having this
conversation right now. I writhed in my
bonds in a futile attempt to press my desperate penis into her hands.
“You’re telling me exactly when you’re about to cum. All I have to do is watch carefully, and I
can stop you from cumming whenever I want!
Isn’t that wonderful?”
She had to be out of her mind! She promised me an orgasm. I thrusted at her again.
She did this many times, each time bringing me closer and
closer to climax, until I was trembling uncontrollably.
“Kate, please, please help me,” I
babbled incoherently.
She was driving me out of my mind and there was absolutely
nothing I could do about it.
She seductively crawled down my body and laid her head on
my thigh. She picked up my cock and
placed just the head in her mouth. The
feeling was indescribable! She swirled
her tongue around, licking and sucking until I felt my cock head swell and my
testicles tense. I was about to cum and
moaned and thrashed helplessly. With a
popping sound, she spit me out of her mouth and reached into a large bowl she
had placed on her nightstand beside the bed.
She extracted a small wet towel.
Wringing it out, she laid it carefully over my cock and balls. The ice cold sensation shocked me. I twisted, arching my back in a vain attempt
to escape the towel. She held it against
me until I calmed down. After my cock
deflated, she placed the towel back in the bowl of ice water and began tickling
my cock and balls with her fingertips, eventually replacing me in her mouth to
lick and suck my penis. She did this
several times, bringing me to the point where my cock head flared and my balls
tightened, and then draping my genitals in the cold towel until I softened.
“Kate, please…” My
voice no longer sounded defiant or demanding.
She had deeply penetrated my mind and there was no escape
for me except through her wishes and desires.
“I know,” she cooed, “It’s quite maddening, isn’t it? Imagine how hot my pussy would feel wrapped
around your cock right now. Jeremy, just
relax and enjoy what you’re feeling.”
Her lilting voice hypnotized me.
I lost count of the number of times she did this to
me. My mind was completely focused on
the feelings she provided with her talented lips and tongue, as she gently and
rhythmically licked and sucked my tender skin.
Eventually, I stopped pleading and simply lay there writhing
helplessly as she played with me. The
ache in my loins grew to intolerable proportions. She was entirely patient, deliberate and
unrelenting. I had set myself up to be
her malleable plaything, and Kate had taken full advantage by implementing her
deepest desires upon me, her helpless and mostly willing victim and
partner. I no longer struggled against
my bonds. I was in the only place I
wanted to be.
After tiring of playing with me this way, Kate dropped my
cock from her mouth and sat up. She reached
into the bowl and withdrew the cold towel, laying it against my tender
genitals. I shivered, but she held the
towel against me, and slowly I began to calm down.
“Did you like being in my mouth?” she whispered in my ear,
tracing its outline with her fingers.
“I know you’re excited, but I want you to calm down,” she
suggested.
“But, Kate, you promised to let me climax. You said that if I pleased you last night
you’d make me cum this morning!”
Gazing steadily into my eyes, Kate drew close to my
trembling form and in a soft voice whispered, “Yes, I know I said that last
night, but I’ve changed my mind.”
I stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
“A girl’s entitled to change her mind, isn’t she? I like keeping you this way.” And she pulled herself tightly to my body and
slid her fingertips between my parted lips, toying with my tongue. She drove her tongue hotly into my ear, and I
groaned uncontrollably.
I groaned.
“Let’s be clear, Jeremy.
I like teasing you. I like that
way you look tied up. I like the way you
respond to my sexual torture of you nipples and penis. I like the way you get desperate and
confused, and I like the way you lick my pussy when you’re turned on. And, if I’m not mistaken, you like it
too. I intend to keep you mindlessly
desperate, so you’ll do what I want.”
I was bewildered.
All night, I had anticipated a mind-blowing orgasm come morning
light. I was devastated. I felt my anger begin to well up inside me,
but it didn’t come. I couldn’t. I didn’t feel angry. I felt possessed.
“Jeremy, I want your full attention!” and for emphasis,
she cradled my face between her palms and gazed directly into my eyes. Then, she crawled on top of me, spread her
thighs and lowered her pussy onto my mouth.
She did not need to ask anything more of me. I knew what I wanted more than anything in the
world…
I wanted to make her shudder.
The End
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