That looks… tight.
That looks… tight.
The Prof dreaded his time with Serena. Serena the sadist he called her, but only in his head of course.
Her favourite, after an hours warm up, was to command him to stroke fast and hard whilst pointing out that there would be dire consequences if he came.
She would then complain of being too hot, remove her cardigan and bend down to inspect his grip…God what a view! She would then turn and bending from the waist, brush some imaginary speck from her shoe..aaaargh!
By this time the Prof would be struggling so hard and she would graciously offer her assistance to help him not cum. The first time this happened, in his edge fogged state, he had begged her “yes please, please help me Miss”
She had leaned over and cradled his balls, actually quite gently and even caressed them, whilst looking him in the eye and whispering,
“Don’t you dare cum!” Damn, that didn’t help!
Then she slowly ran her elegant, beautifully manicured finger up, over his pumping fist and along his cock, to the head, whereupon she proceeded to rub it round and around, all the time keeping eye contact and with a wicked grin slowly appearing on her pretty face.
Not daring to stop stroking, all the prof could do was to exclaim,
“Miss, Please? Please stop I can’t hold it, i beg you?”
“Please, you said you’d help me not cum!”
And then she produced her wand. She touched the end to the head of his cock. Christ it felt like a Taser!!
“There, aren’t I good to you?” And then she made him thank her.
And that was how the next hour went. She wouldn’t allow him to slow down or slacken his grip. If he pleaded to be allowed to slow down or to cum she applied her “Taser” stick to his helmet and his balls. If he kept quiet he knew he couldn’t endure her bratty teasing, her touches, the sight of her incredibly sexy, young body, damnit just the fact that he was in her power!…. and he would cum….and that would be far, far worse.
So he begged her to help him not cum, over and over again and she happily giggled as she applied what felt like a million volts.
How did he ever get here he mused.
Would he change anything………..probably not!
This is one of those posts that I am deliciously nervous to reblog.
I love love love beds where I can press my foot against something for better leverage.
I’m not sure words can describe how much I enjoy putting puppy 🐶 in chastity.
I’ve used chastity as a tool for years and I can easily say it is possibly my most enjoyable experience within the context of femdom/DS. So much so, that it’s hard for me to now understand why all women don’t work towards keeping their male partners in chastity 24/7. Honestly, it’s a no-brainer.
Chastity is equally beneficial from both sides. For the woman in charge it is an easy and effective way to assert dominance throughout the entire day. You rob your submissive of the ability to have self pleasure or pleasure from an other source/person. Denial of orgasms is incredibly useful in driving desire and further submission. It is a not-so-subtle reminder that your pleasure always comes first. It’s also an amazing thing to think about in the middle of the day in random moments- you hold the key and they still sit in their little cage. This makes me smile all the time.
For you the bottom, chastity is a constant reminder of your submission to a power greater than you – female authority. It is both subtle and in your face. Your sexuality is no longer your own and you are constantly reminded that the pleasure of your owner comes first and you may or may not receive any satisfaction. The only person that can provide release is the one who holds the key and this pushes you into the position of either submitting further mentally or begging for release. It is both humiliating and a relief that someone other than yourself is in charge. You can finally let go and live to serve your goddess.
I know what I’m talking about.
“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…”
Thanks to Ivey’s Keys
Unf, so hot