“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