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Chastity has been my fantasy for many years. It sure as heck wasn't hers but she indulged me at times. It wasn't her thing and that was perfectly fine.

We were both very happy and satisfied with our sex life.

With her about to leave for a shoot we'd been quite frisky and she'd kept me locked since Friday evening. It was amazing being her submissive slave these last few days. We spend most of the time naked and being intimate with each other.

On Sunday especially she seemed insatiable. She woke me up and ordered me to eat her out. I was throbbing instantly even when I was half-awake my tongue eagerly eat her out to a first climax of the today. Then as we were both breathing heavily, she took me into the bathroom for a shower.

That quickly ended up in round two, with me pressing her up against the wall, my caged cock rubbing against her thighs as my fingers worked her already soaking wet pussy even before we turned on the shower. She clutched me tightly as I was leaking precum on her leg as she came again.

Only after I made her cum did we actually shower. Of course we didn't get dressed after. WE took plenty of time drying each other off before we finally went downstairs for breakfast. She kept touching my caged cock as we ate, rubbing and squeezing it. Feeling the precum make her fingerstips wet.

She grinned as I watched her suckle them clean before taking a sip of her tea.

The rest of the day was filled with more worship and teasing. We didn't even to finish breakfast properly before I had her on her back on the dinner table making her scream again, then another orgasm on the sofa until she made me stop as she was getting too sensitive.

She spent the next hour giving me 'head'. Her tongue licking my caged cock. I was so close to cumming several time as she kept having to stop as I wasn't allowed to release a single drop of my seed.

The afternoon was a bit calmer for her.. I was still horny as all hell as we watched a movie, cuddled up together on the sofa and after dinner she made me fuck her with a strap-on which was just the biggest mind-fuck I ever experienced to date.

The way she praised my big fat cock as she moaned like a fucking whore creaming all over my 'dick' had me trembling. I had to stop a few times as I felt so close to cumming. Just watching her gorgeous body squirm and writhe as she the sexiest noises came out of her mouth as I fucked her.

The basering felt so tight around my shaft, keeping me from cumming as I could only enjoy the pleasure she was experiencing and after two mind-shattering orgasms she fell asleep in my arms.

So.. now we were here, her bags were packed and ready to go and she was about to head out the door but I was still locked up.

"W.wait, honey!?" I suddenly exclaimed as she was about to leave.

"hhmm?" She hummed with a devious delight that my my whole body pulse with submissive desire.

"A.aren't you going to unlock me?"

Her face said enough. The tiniest shake of the head. Then as I shuddered from the realization that after all that I was staying locked for months. She just stared at me, briefly raised her eyebrows telling me everything without her needing to say another word.

"Dichen." I whimpered. My soft, submissive tone made her smile so brightly my heart basically melted right there and then.

My fetish had spilled over and this was no longer a fun little weekend game. She owned my cock now.

"I love you too, honey." She purred before taking her leave.

Happy No Nut Novermber (An Enchantress Story)

The enchantress grasps her struggling her by the wrist and pulls him into the dungeon, where he is strapped to the padded rack. His wrists cuffed to the board above his head, his legs forced wide apart by chains around his ankles, and for an extra touch of helplessness his meaty, muscular thighs are bound in silver clasps. He is utterly trapped.

Enchantress: Hero… despite your rebellious nature as a student of mine I have managed to teach you many lessons of sex education.Today, however, you will assist me on some sexual… experimenting.

Hero: I don’t consent to this science.

Enchantress: No worries, your consent isn’t necessary.

The enchantress gives a smug grin and presses her face close to his. He can smell her perfume, and see the opulence that is her eyes. His resolve to fight her falters against her domineering might. He grows erect.

For a moment kindness from her soul shines from her eyes.

She lays a kiss on his forehead and whispers…

Enchantress: This will be scary, but I won’t let you be harmed…

She winks and gets to “work.” She wraps her hand around his cock and holds it close to her lips. She whispers an incantation, and the hero can feel the magic trickle down his cock…

She begins to massage it with one hand, her other grasping his balls. She smirks at his discomfort.

Enchantress: This will be a loooong~ while, hero. Please try and relax.

Against the enchantress’s experienced skill and talent there is no relaxing possible, and she knows this. Her fingers press beneath his tip, as though propping up a tulip so it faced the afternoon sun, and gives the tiniest squeezes all while tickling, then fondling, then tickling again his balls and shaft.

It is agony. Ten minutes of steady agony before she begins to apply more pressure…

Enchantress: I’m merciful tonight… You’ll get to cum soon… in half an hour…

Ten minutes of slow and gentle stroking. The hero bites his lip and shivers.

Ten minutes of tightening her grip and bouncing. The hero gives such sweet, delicious moans.

Finally, ten minutes of careful, dedicated strokes. The hero’s cries are like desperate surrenders.

Finally he..

He…?

Hero: Wha- what’s happening?

He looks down. It is all the desperation and passion of a climax. All of the passion and moaning and his hips desperately bucking against his clasps.

But there is no release, no cum squirting from his cock, no relief and no climactic pleasure.

He feels, somehow, the cum that has been building up in his tight balls, that should be shooting out of his cock, instead swirling around… increasing… as though climbing up the shaft, only to come back into his balls…

And the enchantress’s smug grin grows into a sadistic leer, full of glee and lust…

The “climax” ends and his body settles… but the cum that has built up in his balls has not subsided, and his urge for orgasm has not been settled. In fact it feels as though his “orgasm” has somehow tightened his balls with more cum inside than before. Locked in, unreleased…

Hero: What…what is this-?

Enchantress: You can say that I’ve reached into the cosmic dictionary, hero, and changed the definition of your orgasm as I wish.

Hero: I… I haven’t cum…

Enchantress: Indeed… your orgasm should have been your release… But from now on it is nothing of the sort. Your balls still make precious cum, but it no longer has anywhere to exit… 

She gives his balls a small squeeze, satisfied by how they feel much fuller. Like the grapes on a vinyard, kept full by bending their stems but full and firm of juice.

Enchantress: Did you think the torture I had in store was simple teasing and denial? Oh no… I’ve changed the game…

Hero: No… wait…

Enchantress: There is no need to deny… You may “climax” as much as you like. This is not just an experiment on sex… I’ve altered the biology… No. The physics of sex itself!

Hero: No, wait, please don’t-!

The enchantress mounts the hero. His cock, never releasing its seed, remained erect and desperate.

She laughs as she bounces on him, thoroughly enjoying herself.

It is not purely one sided… The beginning and middle are the same. Both she and the hero share the ride… The excitement… The lip biting build up…

But when they climax it is she who feels the rapture and release, and his is a climax of yet more tension… More frustration… Cum that climbs his shaft but returns to his balls…

The cork doesn’t pop from the champagne bottle. The wine will not pour.

More and more cum in his balls, swelling them..

Hero: Argh… What is this..

Enchantress: Oh~ Is it tight, hero?

She unmounts and feels his erection. Moist, but not even a drop of precum. And his balls…

They do not comically inflate, magic or not, but they are bigger now… Perhaps, however, depending on how long she decides to keep him so…

Hero: Please… I can’t take anymore… They can’t become much fuller!

Enchantress: Shhh… do not doubt my work… You will become so full, so frustrated, and so tense… Your body will eternally demand orgasm after orgasm all for a release that will never come…

And with that she begins again with her fingers…

It is faster this time… Despite her teasing and care his body is so teased, so desperate for release he “climaxes” in less than ten minutes…

The cum swirls in his tight, growing balls, all cupped in her hands…

After that, eight minutes…

Four minutes…

Three…

Hero: Urgh… No… It’s too much…

Enchantress: Does it hurt, hero?

Hero: They might pop…

Enchantress: Don’t be silly. Does it hurt hero?

There is no pain. Only desperation… Only the never ending pleasure of tease… of forever leaping into a river to end up on dry land again, inches from the water… Of biting into a fruit but never breaking through the peel, only able to smell its sweet flesh and never taste…

Hero: The… the cum…

Enchantress: That’s right, hero… It’s not just that it isn’t cumming… It’s multiplying… to use a foregin term, Newton’s laws be damned. The orgasm of so much cum would make for an hour long orgasm, hero.

Hero: Please…

Enchantress: And I’ll never let you have it… It’ll build up and build and build… and you’ll climax and climax and climax… But even though I will be having the time of my life riding atop of you, you…

She kisses his desperate face and whispers in his ears…

Enchantress: …will forever be in hell…

oh to sit in a restaurant and push my nails up a cute boys thigh, rest my hand in his crotch and feel his erection straining against the fabric while he desperately tries to keep quiet, praying that no one will notice