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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.

Just imagining being at dinner and meeting your parents for the first time, chatting away, laughing and having a good time, and the whole time I’m secretly rubbing you under the table through your jeans so you’re blushing and struggling to stay still 😌

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…

She really did appreciate the way her husband always did his best to endure the pleasures she offered him. She found those quiet little sounds that escaped him and those anguished grimaces on his face when he tried so hard to hold back to maximize her pleasure to be adorable, cute and sexy.

Still, there were times when the devil whispering in her ear provoked her in to reminding him that his ability to withstand the pleasures of her sweet, soft pussy were solely dependent upon her desire for him to do so.

In other words, sometimes the mood struck her to give him a little reminder that if she wanted to make him cum that there was no amount of focus... no amount of willpower... no amount of reciting baseball statistics in his head that would allow him to withstand the irresistible pleasures her pussy could inflict upon him.

Today was one of those days.

She approached him with hips swaying, then reached beneath her dress to peel down her warm, moist panties. After allowing them to dangle teasingly from her fingertips for a moment she tossed them aside then knelt between his legs, wasting little time freeing his cock.

Within moments her soft hands and teasing tongue had coaxed him in to just the condition she wanted. Moving up to join him, she straddled his lap and in one slow, graceful motion took him deep inside, her pussy claiming his cock as its captive prisoner.

The moment her body went in to action her husband gasped softly, his muscles tensing and a look of concern washing over his face. She smirked inwardly, well aware of what was causing his plight. Rather than allowing him a moment to become acclimated to the velvety soft tightness of her pussy she was instead immediately unleashing the power of her female sexuality upon him.

Her hips were already moving up and down... erotically undulating forward and back... sinuously moving in that way that allowed her pussy to mercilessly pleasure his cock.

And at the same time her exquisitely honed muscles were already squeezing and releasing... clenching and rippling... the hot, soft wetness of her pussy like a vise of silk clamping around him, intent on milking him of his male essence.

She smiled inwardly at the obvious sense of panic and helplessness in his voice when within moments he was already groaning, "Baby.... my god...."

Never breaking her erotic movements she took his face between her hands. Her voice was soft, gentle, and reassuring as she murmured, "Shhh, I know baby... it's ok. Don't try to fight it, you can't.... just give in... enjoy it... that's what I want."

With her hips rolling seductively and the muscles of her pussy relentlessly working over his cock he had no prayer. She emitted a soft purr of triumph when his head fell forward in defeat, the perfumed softness of her cleavage only adding to her sensual entrapment of this now helplessly aroused man.

She could feel his sense of embarrassment and helplessness at his inability to resist her, making her drip with arousal and the rush of sexual power that she could wield over this man. And as his body surrendered to hers, she cooed softly in his ear, urging him on.

"That's it baby.... just like that.... cum... cum for me... I want you to feel how my pussy can milk every... last... drop from you."

Moments later with his spent body still trembling beneath hers he tried to apologize. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I tried to hold back but...."

Quickly though she interrupted him, smiling as her fingers stroked through his hair. "Shhh, hush... I know. Sweetheart, I love the way you always try to hold back for me, really I do. But still, I don't want you to forget, if I want you to cum... you're going to cum... and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it."

"Oh god....," he moaned softly.

In a soft voice she purred, "You understand that, don't you?"

Still panting, he replied, "Oh yes. I understand perfectly."

With a wicked grin slowly forming on her face she teased, "Good. Because I know you might be thinking that I've finished having my way with you, but trust me honey, I haven't."

She smiled at his gasp when she allowed the muscles of her pussy to once again resume clutching and tugging at his cock that was still imprisoned within her. And at the sound of his moan of pleasure being muffled in to her cleavage she laughed softly, purring, "You are sooo mine, baby."

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

Pete stared at me with absolute need and longing in his eyes as I prepared myself to end his week long torture of daily ruined orgasms. Six days had passed since Pete had messaged me to tell me he would agree to anything if it meant he would get to feel my hands around his cock. I told Pete that if he agreed to be my cock toy that I could practice my ruined orgasm techniques upon for a week then I would make his wish come true. Pete showed up at my house on the Monday evening and we got straight down to the business at hand. He undressed as instructed then lay back on my bed. I tied his wrists to my headboard to avoid any temptation of grabbing for his cock as he felt the frustration of his orgasm being ruined. I stripped down to my bra and panties then took Pete’s cock in my hands for the first time. 

“Oh god Jessica, you don’t know how often I’ve dreamt of this moment while jerking off to your blog,” he moaned as my fingers curled around his shaft and I started stroking him. That first evening I bought him to the very edge of cumming twice before I allowed any kind of release. I stroked his cock to the point of no return before letting go of his shaft and watching the telltale twitches that told me his cum was slowly rising up his length searching for release. Pete groaned in frustration as we both watched his cock drooling cum from the tip as it twitched needing stimulation to allow a full orgasm that never came. 

“Was that your first ruined orgasm?” I asked as I untied his wrists from my headboard. 

“Yes Jessica, and I don’t know how to feel about it. I kinda loved how it felt but now I’m twice as horny as I was before you even touched my cock.” 

“Haha, that’s the whole point sweetie,” I said as I smirked at him, “and you have to last until Friday without touching your cock in-between sessions. You promise you won’t make yourself cum no matter how frustrated you get right Pete?” 

“Oh yes I promise Jessica,” he said and smiled as I watched him get dressed. I told him to come back tomorrow night at the same time for our next session. Pete returned the following evening and he was tied to my bed and I had more fun torturing his cock by bringing him to the edge a few more times before ruined his orgasm just like the night before. 

Wednesday and Thursday went buy with identical cock teasing and cum ruining sessions, and I could tell Pete was starting to struggle and was perhaps nearing his limit. 

“Are you going to be able to handle this Pete? Can you survive until tomorrow?” I asked him as he pulled his pants up over his still hard and slightly leaking cock. He looked at me and nodded. 

“I think so Jessica, but I know I won’t be able to sleep tonight. I will be laying awake all night thinking about finally cumming by your hands and I’ll be desperate to start jerking my cock but I know I’m not allowed.” 

“No you aren’t allowed to touch your cock Pete but I promise it will all have been worth it when I’m milking your cock dry tomorrow,” I said with a naughty little grin. 

Pete arrived on Friday evening and was undressed and laying on my bed ready to be tied to my headboard before I could even blink. His cock was so beautifully hard and so ready for a good stroking session. 

“Are you ready for this sweetie?” I asked as I took his cock in my hand again. Pete groaned at my touch and squirmed against his wrist bindings. 

“Jessica, I swear I’ve never wanted or needed anything more than I want to cum for you right now. This is going to be the greatest cum of my life,” he moaned as I stroked his aching hard shaft. I told him I wasn’t going to tease him by edging him tonight as this was his reward for a week of torture. Pete was moaning and squirming so delightfully in my grasp. One of my favourite things in the world is to have a man at this kind of ultimate state of arousal as I’m stroking his cock in my hands. I stroked his cock slowly at first. A nice slow build up to what was to come. I spat onto the head of his cock and let my spit run down his shaft lubing him up as I increased the intensity of my handjob. Long strokes up and down his length as Pete groaned for release. 

“Mmmmm are you ready sweetie? Are you ready to finally cum for me?” I asked teasingly as I watched him almost trembling with excitement. 

“Oh god Jessica YES YES YESSSSS! Make me cum…. OH GOD MAKE ME CUM MISS JESSICA!” he screamed as he could feel his balls about to burst. I smiled at him as I stopped stroking him and let my hands drop to rest around the base of his cock, looking into his eyes with a wry little smirk on my face. 

“Oops….” was all I said as his cock twitched then let out one single burst of cum before just dribbling cum down his twitching shaft. The look of confusion in Pete’s eyes as he realized what I was doing to him was one I will never forget. 

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO OH FUCKKK NOOOOOO! OOOHH GOD YOU BITCH!” he screamed as his orgasm was ruined yet again. As he thrashed and cursed at me I stayed perfectly still smirking at him with my hands around the base of his cock. Pete was squirming and groaning as he desperately tried to hump my hands trying to get some kind of proper release but it was all to no avail. His trembling body slowly calmed as the cum stopped drooling from his cock. 

“Bitch?” I asked in a calm soft tone. 

“Oh god I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. You’re my princess. I’m so sorry Miss Jessica. Please forgive me!” he begged as he realized the predicament he was still in. Bound to my bed with my hands as his only hope of finally being allowed to empty his throbbing aching swollen cum filled balls. 

“Oh that’s ok sweetie, I forgive you,” I said as I started to slowly stroke his sticky cum covered cock. “Now let’s have some fun!” 

“Oh fuck…….” was all he muttered before he submitted to my wicked torturous desires 💋

“I can’t believe I’m here with you Jessica. When you posted that story competition and offered a handjob as the winning prize I knew I had to try to write something, but I swear I never dreamed I would actually win,” said Mike as he lay back on my table. He was naked and his cock looked achingly hard already. 

“Well you were my lucky winner and now it’s time for your prize. You don’t mind if I tie your hands to the desk above your head do you Mike?” I asked as I was already looping some soft rope around his wrists and the table. 

“Oh yes Jessica. That just makes this even hotter,” said Mike as he waited for my fingers to wrap around his cock. “And by the way, that outfit you’re wearing is sexy as fuck.” 

“Thanks Mike, although I haven’t been 100% honest with you. Instead of just a handjob I’m going to do some experimenting with my new toy,” I said as I reached under the table and pulled out a new vibrating flesh light toy. Mike stared at it with wide eyes. 

“Mmm Jessica, you’re gonna make me cum with that?” said Mike with a huge grin on his face. 

“Um well yes… eventually… maybe,” I replied as I tried not to let out a wicked little giggle. I started to slowly tease the head of Mike’s cock with my new toy. 

“Eventually? Maybe? Oh fuck Jessica…. ooooohhhhh god!” he moaned as I slid my toy down over his hard cock. I gave him a few long slow strokes inside the flesh light before I started it vibrating. 

“I want to find out how long I can keep a man on the edge with my new toy,“ I said as I started slowly fucking his cock with the toy. I knew I could make him cum whenever I felt like it but it’s much more fun to see how long I can keep a man on the edge of cumming. “How does it feel honey?” 

“Oh god Jessica, it’s unbelievable. It feels so good as you slide it on and off my cock. Oooohh fuck! I don’t think my cock has ever felt as hard as it does right now just for you Jessica. This is going to be the greatest cum of my damn life,” he moaned as his cock glided full length in and out of my toy. I couldn’t hide the naughty little smirk on my face as he spoke about cumming. 

I teased and pleasured his throbbing cock for a full hour listening to the moans he was making as I took him to the edge of his orgasm time and time again before easing back and keeping him on the very edge before he could cum. It was just after the one hour point when Mike started telling me how he was ready to cum as he didn’t think he could take much more. I let out a little giggle as I continued to work his cock. 

“We’ve only been going for about an hour Mike honey. It’s going to be at least another hour before I even consider letting you cum.” 

“Another hour? Holy fuck Jessica I can’t. Please, I need to cum.” 

“Or maybe another two hours if you are going to be a naughty boy.” 

“Oh shit, please don’t say that. I will be good for you Jessica,” he groaned as he squirmed and pulled at the ropes that were binding him to the desk. 

Over the next hour I lost count of how many times I bought Mike to the very edge of exploding inside my flesh light. The moans coming from Mike were absolute heaven to my ears and even though he had said he would be a good boy after about 20 mins he started begging me to make him cum. Of course I ignored him and continued teasing the fuck out of his aching shaft until two hours had passed. Then I slowly eased my toy from his cock and saw the trickle of precum that must have been oozing from his cock for most of our session. Mike was pleading with me to make him cum. 

“Jessica I’m begging you. Please! I’ll do anything. Please let me cum. My balls have never ached for release like this before,” he whimpered as his cock twitched in front of me. As he pleaded I slowly slid the head of his cock back inside my toy. 

“Are you ready honey? Are you ready to cum for me?” I asked him as I stared into his eyes. 

“OH GOD YES! JESSICA PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!” he cried out as I slid his cock back inside my toy and started to fuck the hell out of him. I worked his cock with my toy faster, and faster, loving watching Mike thrash around on the desk. After keeping him on the edge for a couple hours I knew the exact moment he was about to cum, and when he reached the point of no return and was seconds from exploding into my toy I pulled it from his cock and grabbed his balls, squeezing them. Mike cried out in complete frustration as I stopped working his cock at the exact moment he needed me to pump the cum from his cock and I smiled as I watched his cock twitching in front of me. Then the first little spurt of cum leaked from his cock as he whimpered in utter frustration. A few seconds later a second little spurt of cum as his now ruined orgasm continued to slowly drive him insane. 

“AAAHHHHH FUCK! JESSICA PLEASE JERK ME OFF, I NEED TO CUMMMM!” he begged as his cock slowly leaked cum instead of exploding with a torrent of sticky cum. I just smiled and watched his ruined orgasm in full effect. After the last dribble of cum leaked from his cock I placed my toy back against the dripping head of his cock. 

“I think we’re just about ready for round two,” I said and smirked. 

“Oooohhhhhh my fucking god!” was all he could moan as I slid my toy down the length of his throbbing sensitive aching shaft 💋

Becoming the youngest female managing director in the company’s history was an incredible achievement but could be extremely stressful at times. I had a huge amount of responsibility and the only way I could cope with the stress and demands that came along with the job was to have my own stress relieving equipment installed in my office. Some people had those little rubber balls they would squeeze to reduce stress, but I decided to go for the one thing that I loved doing more than anything else and that never failed to make me feel wonderfully calm and serene.

I had two holes cut into one wall of my office and a steady supply of very large thick cocks that I could wrap my hands around whenever I requested them. There was nothing I adored more than the feel of a huge cock in my hand and stroking it back and forth, feeling it get harder just for me. So being able to request two huge cocks whenever I wanted was incredible. A few minutes after my request two big hard cocks would appear through the holes and I would take a cock in each hand and stroke them however I wanted. Slow and teasing, hard and fast, any way I desired and it felt so amazingly relaxing every time I had another couple of big cocks to play with.

Sometimes I would stroke and play with them but wouldn’t make them cum as it was a big power trip to have all the power and control over such big hard cocks. Other times I would stroke them off until they exploded with cum, pumping them dry, spurting sticky cum everywhere. It all depended on my mood really. I never knew the men who I was jerking off and I didn’t want to know. The mystery of not knowing who I was jerking off was all part of the fun. I know what you are wondering. Did I ever do more than just handjobs? Well let’s just say some guys were luckier than other guys 😉

Oh yeah? You gonna tell my big sister? I’d suggest you think twice, because here is your situation: Before she went shopping she tied you to this chair and put the Venus2000 on your dick. The reason she set its strokes on very slow is, because she keeps you in strict denial. Everybody knows that.

What no one knows is that I just took off the Venus2000, sucked and fucked you with every hole I can offer, until you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Now I’m gonna fill your cum into the Venus2000 and put it back on your cock.

And now think again. What (and more important “who”) will my sis believe? The crazy truth? Or are you gonna blame her? Tell her that it’s her fault, because the strokes were too fast and you came into the device?

Here’s a good tip, cutie: Say that it’s all your fault. You were weak and couldn’t control yourself. You did it wrong and you can only beg for mercy. This way you will not be punished as hard as if you come up with some stupid and insulting story like her little sister is a crazy bitch. Think of me when she decides how to handle your little outbreak *giggle*

Becoming the youngest female managing director in the company’s history was an incredible achievement but could be extremely stressful at times. I had a huge amount of responsibility and the only way I could cope with the stress and demands that came along with the job was to have my own stress relieving equipment installed in my office. Some people had those little rubber balls they would squeeze to reduce stress, but I decided to go for the one thing that I loved doing more than anything else and that never failed to make me feel wonderfully calm and serene.

I had two holes cut into one wall of my office and a steady supply of very large thick cocks that I could wrap my hands around whenever I requested them. There was nothing I adored more than the feel of a huge cock in my hand and stroking it back and forth, feeling it get harder just for me. So being able to request two huge cocks whenever I wanted was incredible. A few minutes after my request two big hard cocks would appear through the holes and I would take a cock in each hand and stroke them however I wanted. Slow and teasing, hard and fast, any way I desired and it felt so amazingly relaxing every time I had another couple of big cocks to play with.

Sometimes I would stroke and play with them but wouldn’t make them cum as it was a big power trip to have all the power and control over such big hard cocks. Other times I would stroke them off until they exploded with cum, pumping them dry, spurting sticky cum everywhere. It all depended on my mood really. I never knew the men who I was jerking off and I didn’t want to know. The mystery of not knowing who I was jerking off was all part of the fun. I know what you are wondering. Did I ever do more than just handjobs? Well let’s just say some guys were luckier than other guys 😉

Part 2

Slow strokes

Light touches

Leaving you aching. Wanting for more

I wanna be sitting at a glory hole, tools at my side, waiting for someone to put their cock through the hole. I’ll coax them to pull their balls through, then after getting them nice and hard with my mouth, lock something around them so they can’t pull out, tight enough to keep them hard. Then I begin. 

I’d tease his cock with a feather, til it was drooling, telling him he has to be quiet, he doesn’t want to attract attention does he? How humiliating would that be? And maybe the wrong person would come in, would want to make his torment worse, better not risk it~

I think I’d really wanna push him, maybe have a violet wand with me, to trace along his cock, use a vibrator to tease and overstimulate him. God, I could do this for hours.

But I mean, I’d let him come eventually. If he was a good boy I’d even let him enjoy the orgasm, instead of ruining it. But then, I’d continue. Tickling and stroking his balls, maybe tape a bullet vibe to the head of his cock, and run the violet wand over his shaft. The binding around his cock and balls would keep him nice and hard, so I could tease and torture him, make him come over and over, as much as I want. 

Ssshhh don’t scream, someone might hear you. You’re so vulnerable, I’ll let you go when I’m good and ready. Good boy <3

Ohhh

😍

“Mmmmm, a whole month of chastity….you did so well, and didn’t complain once. I’m so proud of you.

Are you ready for me to finally fuck you? Yeah?

Ready to empty those aching balls into Miss’s pussy? Mmmm, I know you are, baby.

So here’s the deal: I’ll set a timer when I straddle your cock. We’ll see how long it takes you to cum after a month of edging and denial.

Sound good? Oh, and one more thing: however many minutes you can hold off cumming….that will be the number of orgasms you’ll be allowed this year.

I’ll be trying me hardest to make you cum, and all you have to do is not climax. Ready? Go!”

i remember you posting a caption a few parts long that was like a game between the couple loser had to be a sex slave to the other, it was first to give up and want to masturbate (male had to wear a chastity to prove he wasn’t cheating) has it been deleted from the account?

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