Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Well-Dressed Women #41-24

She stopped me mid-sentence… I veered from my pride explaining my wife’s preferences to keep me aroused but never climax. I had started to complain. No. Of course I feel like I need to cum. But No. I never need to. Of course my balls ached. No. It’s ok. They won’t burst. Of course I wanted to spurt. No. I never need to cum hard. She can pour me out slowly without a single twitch. Those gentle emissions are good enough for me. No hint of orgasm is needed. My real life experience cemented what I knew but didn’t want to accept. I could be kept aching, drooling precum and craving to cum indefinitely. No worry. No concern. No hesitation. I only got praise for my submission and about my wife.

My PA piercing was drooling pure and clear precum. My balls were full and ached for months. I was given permission to remain denied orgasms.

I was cherished, my wife was wonderful, I was a good boy. Brave, honest, and compliant.

It was hard to hear the truth. I never need to cum.

She’d simply shook her head and laughed softly when she’d read his message that night on Tumblr as they chatted.

“Just once I’d love to know what it’s like to be teased by a woman. I mean, really teased…. you know, to the point where I can’t take it for another minute?”

How adorable……….

Not wanting to frighten him off she innocently played along, showing interest in his fantasy. “Hmm, that does sound kinda sexy. I bet that would be fun to try to do with a guy sometime.”

And with that, the hook was set.

For months they bantered back and forth, sharing fantasies… well, to be fair, it was mostly him. Expertly, with each passing week she drew a little more… and a little more… out of him.

His weaknesses. His fetishes. His vulnerabilities. Those hidden secrets of what drove him mad and made him ache with need. Information poured from him as if he’d longed for years to confess these secrets to someone. Someone who cared. Someone who was interested in them.

Perfect.

Eventually, she was ready. She had everything she needed. It was time to bring this man’s fantasy to life in a way that even his wildest imagination could not have possibly prepared him for.

The invitation was made, her offer sweet and simple. 48 hours in a hotel room. Her rules. All he needed to do was accept, agree to her terms and she promised to do her absolute best to bring his fantasy to life.

When he could barely return her message and agree quickly enough she smiled, sympathetically chuckling to herself, “Oh sweetheart, you poor thing…. you really have no idea…..”

As it turns out, there was one little aspect about herself she’d not yet shared with him. One obsessive kink of her own that she thought she’d keep to herself until he’d fallen in to her trap and was at her mercy. When it was too late for him to change his mind.

And that was…. that she was an insatiable, wicked, merciless cocktease.

Not the sort that simply made a man wait a little longer than normal before she’d let him cum. Not the sort that was content with hearing him beg for his orgasm. Not even the sort who would edge a man for hours before allowing him to explode in pleasure.

No, no… she was the sort who craved the sights and sounds of a man who was suffering exquisitely from an overload of sensual pleasure….. pleasure that was coupled with an unbearable amount of sexual frustration.

She would play a man’s body beautifully… masterfully…. ravishing helpless male flesh with sensual pleasures that made his mind reel and his body quiver.

But, her kink, her obsession… was to make his pleasure inescapable… to offer no release valve from it… to make it build far beyond the limits of what the male body was designed to withstand.

To watch him crumble and break from how impossibly aroused she’d made him… from how completely desperate he was for her.

Now, not quite four hours in to their adventure she had her Tumblr admirer’s wrists bound securely to the headboard, his senses reeling from the scent and heat of her dripping folds hovering above him. Already though, his pleas were becoming more desperate, his aching need for release more agonizing.

And, already she’d brought him near the edge of cumming more times than he’d ever experienced before in his life. Slowly but surely, she was reducing him to her own helpless, aching cum factory…. his balls becoming heavier, fuller, achier by the minute… his cock being being transformed into a mass of feverish, steely hardness that was utterly desperate for release.

But as his orgasm approached yet again her soft, skilled, cruel hand clamped down firmly around the base of his shaft, her own insurance policy of sorts…. just in case… to guarantee that the chance of even an accidental orgasm was hopeless. No, she was far too methodical… far too patient… far too skilled to risk a mistake like that.

She smiled when she heard a shaky male voice plead, “Ok, ok…. now…. please now…. y-you’ve done it.. I can’t… I can’t take any more…. please, please make me cum now??…..”

“Oh honey, don’t be silly,” she murmured. “I haven’t even started teasing you yet… I’m still just getting you warmed up sweetie. We’ve not yet played for even four hours….. you’ve got forty-four more to go.”

His anguished whimper provoked a purr of pure female lust from her. Her fingertips gently cradled his balls as if weighing them.

“We’ve barely started with these baby,” she said calmly, almost sweetly. “Wait til you feel how much fuller I can get them… how much heavier I can make them…. has a girl ever made them so full for you that it feels like you can feel the ache in every…. inch… of your body?”

At the first faint sound of his next plea she laughed softly, lowering her thighs just enough to silence him with the softness of her pussy that was ready to enjoy yet another orgasm.

“Shhhh, no talking sweetie…. just licking….”

She purred throatily at the feel of his tongue going back to work, her hand resuming coaxing him gently back toward the edge, just close enough where her firm grip would guarantee his denial once more…. forcing yet even more freshly made cum to recede helplessly back down in to his balls, making them just a bit fuller.

With lust written all over her face she purred, “Just relax baby, I’ll know when you can’t take any more…. I’ll be able to tell when we’ve got your balls so full you can’t even think, let alone beg….”

A wicked grin crossed her face as she softly added, “….. and that, is when your warm-up will come to an end baby…. and that is when I can start to give your poor, helpless cock the teasing that you’ve always fantasized about…..”