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kiss us like this

"Oh good, she’s here….. darling, I know I’d not mentioned it to you before, but I’ve invited Angela to come over this evening. It’s been such a difficult time for her of late…. I think things have just been building up within her since Ben’s affair…. I’m sure you can understand, the poor thing.”

“Anyway, today is her birthday and I couldn’t bear the thought of my dearest friend spending it alone. So, I’ve asked her to join us…. well, actually…. that’s not quite all. She’s in a place right now where she needs to blow off a bit of steam…. release some of the frustration she’s been feeling with men… if you know what I mean. So, for her birthday…. well darling…. I’m letting her have you for the evening.”

“Shhhh, hush sweetheart…. my mind is made up… this is just what she needs tonight. So darling, tonight Angela is in charge of you… I expect you to listen to her and do as she says, just as if it were me, understand?“

“Oh, and darling… don’t worry, Angela knows all the rules. She knows what you can… and more importantly, can’t do. In other words sweetheart, don’t get your hopes up…. in fact, she’s quite excited about an evening that is all about her and an orgasm free zone for you. Now, I’m going to leave you two alone…. make me proud, darling… I can hardly wait to hear all of the details when she’s finished with you.“

Alyssa Milano

Cruel Nurse

You’ve been in an accident that has left you half-paralyzed. You can’t really move, but you are on the mend. It’s just going to take a long while. You do have feeling in certain parts, however. In fact, it would seem your genitals are all the more sensitive, though this may have something to do with not having been able to touch yourself or release for three months. All you get down there are a few tender sponge baths, and we aren’t exactly allowed to take it further. At least not until I come on staff.

I’m apparently either exactly your type in the looks department, or you’re just so pent up any woman will do. Perhaps a combination of both. You get an erection every time I walk in the door, and today, it doesn’t seem to want to quit. I give you a small frown. “What’s this about, then?” I say.

You mumble an apology and mention it’s been weeks since you could touch yourself. My frown remains but now it is a sympathetic one. “I see. That must be very difficult for you.” You mumble something, and I lean over, my cleavage quite visible, and say, “Speak up, please, I can’t hear you.”

“Please, please touch me!” you manage to choke out.

My eyebrows raise a bit. “Well, that certainly is a bold request. Well, lucky for you I am single.” I walk out the door, leaving you confused for a moment, but I am speaking with two other nurses, telling them to keep a look out. I come back in and go over to the shelf. I grab a latex glove and slowly slide it onto my hand, letting go of the cuff with a snap.

I close the door and pull the privacy screen around us, then pull up a chair. I reach over and grasp your penis. You are so sensitive, the touch sends a shiver down your whole body. I begin to stroke you, in quick rhythmic tugs. You babble a stream of thanks. I have to restrain myself from smiling in that cruel way that every boyfriend I’ve had learns to fear.

I sit prim and proper, a look of clinical boredom on my face, though the twinkle in my eye suggests I’m having more fun than I’m letting on. My hand, moves mechanically, the latex glove making the whole scene seem strangely impersonal, but even this heartless touch is more than enough to inflame your poor, lonely cock.

Suddenly, my hand stops. I am still touching you, but I pinch your cock just below the penis head. Your cock flexes in between my thumb and forefinger, but the sudden cease of stimulation and the pinching have cut off your climax. You gasp and look at me confused. However, the moment passes and I resume my stroking. I continue for a few more minutes, then stop again, just before you peak.

Again you gasp, and this time look to me with a pained expression. I wait a moment, and resume stroking, only to stop again a few minutes later. You beg me to keep going, but I give you a cold look. “Be quiet,” I say. “Do you want to cum or don’t you?” Eyes wide, still confused, you nod almost drunkenly. “Then be quiet. You don’t want to get caught like this.”

Maintaining my detached expression, I edge you again and again for nearly an hour, teasing you to the brink, then backing off only until you’re about to get yourself under control, then starting up again. Your sticky pre-cum coats your stomach and my gloved hand.

“How often did you used to masturbate?” I ask you with forced flatness, emphasizing the words “used to.” It’s the first time I’ve spoken in an hour and the words briefly startle you.

“T-t-twice a day,” you gasp.

“Oh, my,” I say. “So you must be really frustrated, I take it?” You nod vigorously. “Well, then, I shall have to be careful not to get you too excited.”

“Oh, please, PLEASE!” you whine.

I just give you a look of bored tolerance, staving off another climax with the pinch, then slowly resume stroking as you let out a frustrated groan. Another half an hour of edging goes by, and you can only offer pitiful whimpers and pleas. I’ve got the rhythm down to edge you almost once a minute. Suddenly, after one more close call, I stop and stand up, pulling the sheet back over you.

“What are you doing?!” you gasp. “You can’t leave me like this!”

“I see no reason not to,” I say. “I’ll be back later, we can pick back up then.”

“But you can’t! Oh, Jesus, I need it so bad!”

“I see. And what are you going to do about it?” You squirm in an attempt to reach your cock yourself, but you only wince in pain. “See. You’ll only hurt yourself if you try. And that could make this recovery go even longer for you. Which I suppose I don’t mind. That just means even more opportunities to do this.”

You start to beg again, but I immediately fix you with a steely hard gaze. “Stop that,” I say. “No begging. It’s annoying.” You open your mouth to protest. “Stop it.” I say with finality. You’re mouth works, but I hold my gaze, and you look away, defeated. You mutter an apology.

I say nothing for a moment. Then I leave the room. I return a minute later with a blood pressure sleeve. Wordlessly, I pull back the sheet, slip the cuff over your penis, and begin to repeatedly squeeze the bulb.

“What are you doing?” you say, startled by this. I say nothing, just continue to squeeze the bulk. Almost entranced, you watch the sleeve inflate, and for a few moments, the squeezing of your cock is pleasant. Then it becomes uncomfortable. Then it becomes almost painful. Only when you let out a yelp do I stop increasing the pressure.

“Oh god, please, take it off, take it off!” you beg.

I give the bulb one more squeeze and say, “Shut up.” You curse. I squeeze the bulb one more time. “Shut. Up.” You have to bite your cheek not to say anything, or even whimper. I let the sleeve hold for a few moments, then I slacken the pressure just enough that it’s just uncomfortable again. However, the tight grip forces your cock to remain rock hard.

I slip something out of my pocket. It’s a little “bullet” vibrator. I ease it into the edge of the sleeve, right on the sweet spot I discovered as I was stroking you, then give the bulb one more squeeze to secure the vibe in place. You grit your teeth as I turn it on.

“I’ll be back to check on you in an hour,” I say. “I suggest cumming within that time if you really want release.” I pull the sheet back over you and leave.

True to my word, I don’t return for an hour. When I come back, there are tears of frustration running down your face. Despite the erotic sensations of the vibrator, the cruel sleeve has not allowed you to release. I remove the vibe, then wait another minute for you to calm down a bit, before releasing the pressure of the sleeve and removing it.

However, I then remove a long, thin ribbon from my pocket. I tie it snug around the base of your cock then loop it around your testicles, before pulling the ribbon down and tying it to the bottom frame of the bed. This pulls your testicles away from your body, while enticing your penis to remain hard.

“Wh-what are you doing?” you moan, pitifully.

“Just making sure you’re secure.” I sit on the chair and resume my stroking. You immediately try to cum, but the ribbon pulls tight against your balls, resisting your natural urges. Despite my steady, unceasing ministrations, you still cannot release.

Desperately, you plead for mercy, and ask me why I am doing this. I reach over and flick your testicles. Not too hard, but they are quite sensitive, and it’s enough to make you yelp in horror. “Be quiet,” I say.

I stroke you for some time, maintaining my mechanical tugging, but you hang on the edge of orgasm for as much as ten minutes, the bondage cruelly preventing you from going over, before I have to stop and let you cool down.

You’re steadily leaking pre-cum now, and my glove is slick with it. I use my other hand to steady your cock, holding it at the base. Then I take my gloved hand and begin to run a finger around and around the ridge of the head, stopping to slip the finger down across the frenulum, then back up to circle around the ridge.

You let out a series of sharp cries and whimpers, and despite my orders, you beg me once more. I slip my hand down and now, instead of my finger on the ridge, the palm of my hand catches your penishead. I twist my palm against you like I’m unscrewing a lid, making sure to curl my fingers to tug gently on the ridge as they slide along it.

You let out a low scream and try to thrash, calling for help. I give your balls a quick slap. “Stop talking,” I say. My voice doesn’t change, but you know I mean business. Every time you talk, I give your balls another slap, and soon, you force yourself to remain as quiet as possible, returning to a pathetic whimper.

After another few moments of this, I stop, and stand up. I then pull a device from my doctor’s coat, a small box with wires coming off of it, ending in pads, and a plug. It is an electro-stimulation device. You look at it with renewed terror. You’re about to protest once more, but another look from me, and you know better.

I attach the little pads to your penis, in three pairs along the length of the shaft. I then plug the wires into the box, plug in the box, and turn on the dial. Immediately, you feel every nerve in your penis light up with a rapid pulsing of sharp pleasure along the length of the shaft.

You can barely draw breath to scream, much less beg. Your body shudders with overstimulation. I then replace the blood pressure sheath, careful to maintain the placement of the wires. I squeeze the bulb until your penis is just a bit too snug in its grip. Your cock head, already an ugly shade of purple, swells to maximum tension. I leave your balls bound; between that, and the sheath, you will not cum no matter what. I turn up the dial on the e-stim to maximum, and agonizing pleasure ripples through you.

Knowing you can’t help but cry out now, I produce a gag, and secure it around your mouth. I lean close to your ear and say, “My shift is ending, so I’ll be back tomorrow. The nurses have been informed to make sure your current condition remains stable until I return.” With that, I leave you to suffer through the night. If you haven’t managed to cum by the time I get back, well, clearly you don’t want it bad enough yet.

"Babe, I told you that you could cum whenever you want. Sex, blowjobs, anal - whatever you want!

You do remember you're limited to 100 orgasms right? You'll wear a cage between every orgasm and of course I'll be teasing you to get you to use them as quick as possible.

After your 100th orgasm the cage will be put back on and the key will be snapped in the lock. To ensure there's no chance of escape, I'll also pour epoxy in between the broken key and the lock.

I can't wait to drive you crazy, I think we can have 10 used by Sunday!"

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I tug against the handcuffs as they're locked around my wrists and ankles, rattling the chains against the metal of the head and foot boards as in turn each limb is pulled in a different direction, leaving my body entirely exposed and at Her mercy. The cuffs are tight against my flesh, a reminder of exactly who is in control and I know I'll be left with angry red marks in the morning that would be difficult to explain to anyone who noticed them, but I also know they're just loose enough that she could leave me like this all night if She chose to... and knowing Goddess Anna, there's every chance She might.

It had been two years since I first met Anna, an online flirtation that grew like a wildfire into more than I ever could have dreamed as from the very beginning she made clear exactly what our relationship could be, if I thought I could handle her. All I had to do was say Yes.

The room is silent for a while as She takes a step back to admire Her handiwork and satisfy Herself that I'm not going anywhere. Blindfolded, I try to control my breathing, which has grown steadily heavier since She ordered me into the bedroom, and listen for any sign of Her... Goddess Anna was always good at staying quiet when She wanted to be though, and it's not until one of Her sharp nails traces along my skin that I'm even sure she's still here. A shiver of anticipation runs through me as She trails Her finger along my body, starting at my throat, down my chest and finally arriving to where she tap tap taps it along the bars of my cock cage- the ultimate symbol of her control.

Never one to be shy, Anna's domination was absolute from the outset; alternating between teasing me with her foot under the tablecloth on dates as she told me exactly what she wanted to do to me, and digging the sharp point of her shoe into my balls when she decided I was getting too 'excited' and giggling about how much she enjoyed watching me try not to draw attention with my agony... and wondering aloud just how much more I could take before I couldn't help but squeal.

It wasn't long before our dates took us into the bedroom where her utter control was no less pronounced and she gripped my hair between her fingers to push my face between her legs while telling me exactly how to move my tongue to make her cum, eventually both of us screaming out in pleasure and pain as Anna's orgasm overwhelmed her, and her toes pressed down hard pinning my balls to the floor. My own pleasure was secondary at best however and would have to wait as she pulled me up onto the bed and cuffed my arms around her waist so she could press against my throbbing and ignored cock while she drifted off to sleep.

Every night for two weeks we slept that way, each day Anna promising I might finally get my relief that evening if I could just hold on 'a little longer' and be a good puppy for her, only to leave me teased and tortured after a similar ritual that left me more desperate and more deeply devoted to her by its end. Finally she took it a step further by taking ownership of my orgasms altogether, locked safely away with a chastity cage so tiny I couldn't even get hard inside.

I lay on the bed, not tied down but under strict instruction not to move, the padlock that would seal her power over me hung open as Anna sat on my knees facing me, drinking in the sight of how nervous I was.

"We've had fun puppy, but the part of this that was just a game is over now... if you agree to this then that cock is Mine, that mind is Mine, that body is Mine... Everything about you is *Mine*... You will never cum without permission again, you will never touch without permission again, you will never disobey me, no matter what... In return, I promise to take good care of you, to break you thoroughly, to make you go absolutely insane with lust and desperation, to torment you every single day for the rest of your life far beyond the point of insanity... all I need is your consent."

"Somebody seems excited!" Anna giggles as her finger taps out a rhythm against of my cage, sending a thrill through my body- even while locked in chastity I'm not allowed to touch my cock, meaning playful moments like these are the only stimulation it's ever allowed to feel. The saving grace at least is that the cage makes her much more interested in my cock than she seemed during those early days of worship and denial, as she enjoys tormenting me through the bars, or- if 'm very lucky,- tying me to the bed so she can safely unlock and edge me silly until I'm leaking a torrent of precum. Today was something different however. The memory of those words races through my mind as she slips the key into the lock, spoken just this morning after I brought her breakfast and lay on the floor with the soles of her feet resting on my face- our daily ritual. The morning of our two year anniversary, when Goddess Anna told me that she wanted to see me cum for the very first time... and for the very last.

"I want you to know how proud I am of you puppy... so long without cumming would've sent most boys running from me or breaking down demanding to be released so they could go back to a normal life, but not you." Goddess Anna whispers as she opens the cage and begins delicately stroking my finally free cock.

"In fact it's almost difficult having such an obedient puppy worshipping me, all those times you've deserved to cum but I've denied you anyway because I can't help but listen to my inner sadist..." Anna's grip tightens, her pace increases and I'm now truly pulling at the handcuffs holding me back, desperate for her not to stop. "

Those moments haven't gone forgotten though I promise you, in fact I've made a little list of every time I've thought you should probably be allowed to finally feel that burst of pleasure, to not have to fall asleep aching and needy just once..." Goddess Anna's hand is like a rocket now and it's taking every bit of my willpower to control myself, waiting for those words ingrained into my psyche, waiting for permission. If only I could have seen her face, I might have had enough clarity to see the beautiful sadist in her rising to the surface and had an inkling of what was to come.

"Twenty-four to be exact, and now I'm going to give them to you- every one of those twenty-four orgasms until your balls are drained and you're begging to go back into the cage, even knowing that this time it will be forever... Happy Anniversary my sweet boy... Now CUM!"