When he begs for release? I add a week to his chastity sentence.
When he begs for release? I fuck him rough till he squirts through the cage.
When he begs for release? I release him…long enough to add some spikes!
When he begs for release? I kick his balls till he stops…plus a few extra kicks.
When he begs for release? That’s why I prefer the chastity cage with electrodes. When a shock fails to correct a specific behavior, the voltage punishing the offense increases.
When he begs for release? He gets released. Edged. Edged. Edged. Edged. Edged. & locked back up with no O.
Okay, I won your bet: I stayed still, naked, in the middle of the square in broad daylight with all your friends watching.
Now it’s your turn to have a ruined orgasm. In our living room. In front of my girl friends!
Of course not tonight, silly :) ! It’s a month from now. You wouldn’t want to disappoint and make angry your mistress and my femdom-curious girl friends with a miserable dribble, would you? They are just begging for an excuse to learn and experiment on you…
I wake up with a soft kiss on my cheek. James is next to me lying on the floor. First I see his beautiful face, then I realise we are in the cage. Together. He unties my handcuffs, removes the spreader bar, gets us in the spoon position and hugs me tight from behind. I feel his warmth, his strong arms around me. So safe, so loved, so protected. We stay like that for a long time. Not talking. Just enjoying the belonging.
Then he kisses my neck.. and whispers into my ear.
“Today I’m going to caress you… Caress you with nettles. It will burn and itch and sting .. and it will be sensational”
He loves to describe what he will do to me, exactly, before he does it. To build up the anticipation. Create the fear. My heart races already. I remember the chili oil. I wonder what nettles feel like. Is it worse? Can anything be worse? I am scared. I am excited.
“Come on. Let’s have a nice breakfast first. Then I’ll run us a bath.”
I meet him in the living room where he has already prepared a full brunch with eggs, crepes, fruits, toast, sausages and everything. He’s playing a mood elevating jazz. It’s the perfect morning.
After the breakfast he we go inside the bath tub in the master bedroom.
He sits at the back and I sit between his legs, leaning my back on his chest. It feels wonderful. I feel his hardness on my ass. I am so turned on by this. I am always so turned on by feeling his hardness touching me. I want him so badly. I close my eyes and resist the temptation to beg him to fuck me hard now and make me cum again and again. As I am sitting between his legs hypnotised by his hardness, he starts rubbing my clit. It feels a bit different under the warm water. It feels as good as ever. With what he has been doing to me for the last 5 days, I edge instantly. He doesn’t stop.
“This morning has been so tender, so nice. Maybe he will let me cum now” I think to myself.
“I am soo close.. May I cum?”
“No, of course not.”
Despite that, he keeps rubbing.
“If you cum, there will be severe consequences. I will beat you with the cane on the ass for real. And I will do it just to give you pain. It won’t be playful. It won’t be fun. It will be just to hurt you. A lot. I will be very disappointed with you. So disappointed that I will stop playing. You can do whatever you want for the rest of our vacation. If you want that, cum. What do you want?”
He keeps rubbing my deprived clit. It feels heaven and I want to cum so badly. But I am so very afraid of the cane. And more afraid of him to abandon his plan for us for the coming days. I want to experience it all. Push myself. Endure the desire. He is rubbing my clit in circles. I am so close.
“Please don’t make me cum. Please do not end this. Please stop playing with my clit.. I will cum.”
So he slows down, and stops.
“Very good.” He whispers into my ear. “Good girl.”
When his fingers abandon me I feel utter frustration. Wanting to cum more than ever and making myself to beg him not to make me cum is a mind fuck.
He gets out of the tub and dries himself. I am still in the tub, sitting in water. He points his hardness towards my mouth. It is so beautifully hard. The pink head, the veins.. such a sight. I take it into my mouth as if I take it into my cunt. I lick his hardness and suck it so eagerly, as if he is licking my pussy. I am trying to get all the satisfaction my pussy can not get, from his cock in my mouth.
He is very close, he makes me stop. I feel empty as he withdraws himself away.
“I will cum on your face, on your eyes”
This feels so dirty and humiliating. Yet strangely, hot.
He strokes himself a few times and empties his load indeed on my face and my closed eyes, with a loud groan.
“Ahh yess this feels soo gooood.”
My denial. His release. Deliciously conflicting.
When we are both dry and lying on the bed together, me with such a strong ache in my pussy, him having cum and satisfied… he tells me:
“I will caress you with the nettles at 6 o’clock. It is now 2:13. Three hours and forty seven minutes later.”
I know he is doing this to create anticipation. It is working.
Until then…
He makes me edge myself with my vibrator on the bed and watches… again and again and again..
“Two hours and fifty minutes later. I will caress you with nettles.”
He makes me watch porn. I am not allowed to touch myself, but I am required to stroke him slowly and constantly. I am to keep him hard, but not make him cum. When the videos finish.. “Two hours and 4 minutes until the nettles…”
He sets the timer for an hour and orders me to edge twenty times before the alarm goes off. I am to count after each edge. I succeed.
“1 hour left…” My heart races. Each time he tells me the time remaining to nettles.
He lies on top of the bed and makes me impale myself on his hardness and fuck him. Until he cums inside me. And I don’t.
“Only 10 minutes later” He whispers in my ear.
I am full of anticipation. Desire. Fear. Curiosity. I am dripping.
“I will tie you down so you can not escape the caresses”
So he takes me to the guest bedroom, on the new iron bondage bed. Tells me to lie on my back, ties me spread eagle to the hooks. Places a long spreader bar on my ankles to ensure my legs stay open and my pussy accessible. Places a cushion under my ass. And takes pictures.
“Before and after photos..” he says, grinning.
After taking pictures of my tied naked body, he disappears for a minute and comes back with a bouquet of nettles.
“They are fresh and cool. I’ve ordered them to the flowerist specially and kept them in the fridge since the morning” Says proudly.
Then he takes the bouquet in his hand. Brings them over my face for me too see it close. To fear them more. I think he might touch my face with them… luckily he doesn’t.
He takes them to my breasts. Then slowly touches my right nipple with the tip of the nettle bouquet. Slowly moves it in circles. Just touching the nipple. I start to feel it. The sting starts to register after a short while. It’s not white unbearable pain.. rather a tingling sting.. a strong sensation.. starts to burn as he keeps caressing. My pussy is dripping wet I can feel. He then starts the same caresses on my left nipple. It stings deliciously.
He takes pictures of my breasts. “Look. The skin started to react. Beautifully.” I look at my nipples there’s small bubbly rednesses on them. They feel quite sore.
Then he reaches out for something on the table. Of course… nipple clamps. For my sore nipples. “No you are not…” I say. Knowing yes he will. “Yes, I will” he says. And places the clamps on sore nipples. One by one. It hurts so good. The desire and ache on my pussy is so strong. I am frightened what he will do next. But I am also looking forward to it. Looking forward to the stimulation. Any sensation.. On my core.
He doesn’t wait too long.
He climbs on the bed and sits before my spread legs. Dangles the bouquet very close to my pussy. Shakes it to make me hear the sshhasshing sound the leaves make. Then he moves it down. Right down on my pussy. With the entire bouquet. My pussy lips. My swollen clit. The area around my dripping opening. The leaves touch them all as he caresses me with the bouquet. The stinging starts to register. It turns into an itch. It turns into a burn. It turns into a frustration. He keeps caressing. He opens my pussy lips with one hand and exposes my clit more. He caresses.. and caresses. The sensation is so strong. I am lost in it. Before I know it, I am cumming!
He realises the spasm. Moves the nettles away immediately. Opens my lips wide to angle out my clit. Up in the air. Clenching against nothing. Spasms weaken and disappear. The orgasm that hit me without warning is ruined. Gone.
My need is not.
I scream. Not coherent words. No swearing. No complaining. As loud as I can. With all the air in my lungs. With all the frustration built up inside me.
Our master order us to post this, he want use to ask you if you like to give us some orders, no matter how rough and humiliating are they for us we have to obey. You can even order me or my hubby how dress and go out in public. You can order only ruined orgasms for him ore my master to fill my mouth with spit etc. whatever you need to feel.
Our master use me in front of my hubby next 4 months. He did not let him unlock his cock from his chastity belt so my hubby cum without even touch his penis and all his orgasms are ruined. While he watch me serve our masters cock. Master enjoy public humiliation so he grope me in front of hubby in public a lot. He touch my pussy and ass in front of him in public and laugh on him. Our master spit a lot in my mouth and always order me to it swallow all. When master use me in front of my husband he never let me touch my pussy. He tease my pussy by grope me and fuck only my ass and mouth, I’m not allowed to receive any orgasm so if I reach any orgasm he hold my hands and stop fucking me so all my orgasms are ruined. He enjoy when I lick his ass and order me to lick it good almost every day. I’m always in very short skirt in public because he enjoy when some nerd see my panties or pussy while I’m not allowed to hide it. And he always order me to drink all his cum as well.
Let her control your pitiful little orgasm. Be a good little bitch and watch naked on your hands and knees that’s where you belong in font of a dominant woman
You’re a senior that loves to humiliate boys. You never imagined the roles to reverse like this.
It started with a response to your profile from a boy that wanted to see your huge cock in person. He said he’d do anything.
You go to his place. You order him to strip himself and you. You ask if he wants to touch your cock and he starts to beg. Good.
He plays with you for five minutes, but you can’t get fully hard. So you order him to start jerking himself off.
When his cock swells, you tell him yours is bigger. You say he’ll beg to be fucked by your cock when he sees it.
You grab his cock and he moans. You feel your own groin fill with pleasure, but your cock is even softer than before. You might have thought something was wrong, but you are too busy enjoying the boy’s cock.
It’s massive. You can wrap two fists around it and barely cover half. The boy whines and moans. You love it.
You tell him to beg to cum, and he does. Except when you try to finish him off, you feel your own cock climax.
You try to clench down and hold off your orgasm, but it slips through. You watch as your limp cock shoots once, then dripple the rest of your cum. You feel spent, but not satisfied.
“Oh. Was that..?”
You make excuses. You say you’re tired. And you blew a load earlier. They’re lies.
When he asks if you want to keep playing with his cock, you grab your clothes and leave.
A week passes, and your cock gets smaller than you can remember it ever being. You’re always horny, but each orgasm gets weaker. Soon you can’t cum at all.
The boy messages you one day. He sends you a video stroking his thick dick.
“Hey boy. Do you miss your old cock?”
You stare for minutes. You want to respond, but don’t want to look pathetic.
“Fine. Enjoy never getting to stroke it like this again.”
You give in and respond. You beg and plea.
“That’s a start. Meet me at this address in one week.
You think the address goes to a frat house.
“Oh. And shave everything below your chin. Strip naked before you knock on the door.”
“How much do you need an erection? Enough to dress like a girl? Get kicked in the balls? Suck a real man’s cock? Well, I guess we’ll find out because I’ll only unlock you if you agree to all three of them. And even then I’ll only give you a ruined orgasm.”
Last years orgasm count for Mr A. We had agreed on 8 in total for the year, however there were numerous unauthorised ejaculations for which he was duly punished
