#coming untouched

Some context: For a while now, he’s been giving me money regularly. Sometimes for permission to come, sometimes to earn the right to get me off, and sometimes just as tribute to his lovely dom. I’ve even used his wallet to provide myself some extrinsic motivation to accomplish tasks that I can’t manage to find any intrinsic motivation to do.

I spent time with my boy, The Anarchist Economist, earlier this week. Some of my favorite moments came out of the findom we did and intense d/s we talked about.

When he came over on Tuesday night, we had dinner, and then he did work for school, and I tidied up my apartment. I had a list of tasks and for each one I completed, he sent me a dollar. After a few hours, we took a break. We cuddled, I teased him, he licked my cunt and told me stories while I used a vibrator, I came and he didn’t. You know, the usual. Then we went back to work.

At some point during our conversations, I asked him how much money would be the max he would give me for a blowjob and permission to cum. He said, “It depends on my budget. Right now? $500.” and said that once he has a job, it would go up to something like $3,000. I was surprised at how high the number for the present was, but figured I would never actually take that much from him.

Once it was time for bed, I wanted to get off more. I was having a more difficult time than usual, unfortunately, and I started to get frustrated. We hit on just the right fantasy (one of his close friends fucking me in the ass and then TAE using that guy’s cum as lube) and I managed to get the orgasm I had been chasing.

When I recovered, we started up with some intense future-focused d/s dirty talk with a findom theme. We talked about if we were to get married, and he brought up the doctrine of coverture, where once a woman gets married, her legal identity is subsumed under her husband’s. My boy suggested a reversal of that idea, so that once we got married, he would basically give up his identity, his paycheck, and his life to me.

I started teasing and touching him while describing how thoroughly I would own and control him then. How his salary would go directly into my account and he would have to take on extra work to earn money if he wanted a privilege, like being allowed to come or having time out of a cockcage.

I switched to masturbating as we exchanged fantasies about this version of the future, told him to stroke himself, and reminded him not to come. He talked about the power I would have over him and I said that I would make recordings of him talking about various fantasies as insurance that he wouldn’t try to leave. It was some of the most intense d/s talk we’ve had, and it was such a turn on.

He had to stop touching himself several times to avoid going over the edge and getting off. Unfortunately, one of these times, while he was barely touching himself, if he was at all, he came untouched. It. Was. So. Hot. He was worried I would be mad, but it just turned me on and made me feel quite accomplished with my dirty talk.

I told him I was getting another orgasm, though, and we went back to our co-fantasizing. He started stroking himself again, and I guess the partially ruined orgasm from minutes before hadn’t been enough for my hopelessly horny boytoy. He was so desperate that he finally begged, “May I please pay you $600 to come, sir?”

I was surprised (especially since that’s a full $100 over what he said was the most he would give), but I was also quite turned on, so I gave him permission. He jumped up and went over to his phone. I heard the cha-ching from the notification, and felt myself getting close to orgasm.

I moaned and asked him what the note said. He got in bed and told me “permission to come.” I gasped out an order to tell me what he’d just done. “I paid you $600 for permission to come,” he said. I told him to say it again, and then again, and as he did, I came without needing to fantasize about anything else. A moment later he came all over himself for the second time in five minutes.

As we cuddled and did aftercare, we talked and joked about what happened. There were some econ jokes and I told him it was good to know he doesn’t actually have a max he’ll pay me just to be able to get off.

Honestly, I never thought I’d be into findom and definitely never thought that I would get off on it. Apparently I just needed a perfect little paypig to come along.