teaseandswitch

Jillags shared this over on BDSMLR and I thought I would comment (after the quote).

"Learning how to lengthen the arousal and erection period while delaying orgasm is an important part of maximizing enjoyment from sex. As the erection proceeds, the physical sensations become increasingly more and more exciting, and the psychological pressure to ejaculate becomes more and more intense. The trick is to learn to keep the stimulation just below the level required for ejaculation while learning to deal with the increasing psychological pressure to ejaculate. Like driving a racing car closer and closer to a wall at ever high speeds, the psychological pleasure becomes more and more intense, the longer the arousal can be maintained without ejaculation, but the greater the enjoyment for the man. Furthermore, the longer this stage can be maintained, the more powerful and enjoyable the orgasm will be for the man. Thus, developing skills for doing this and dealing with the psychological desire to ejaculate for as long as possible are essential for the full enjoyment of partner (and solo) sex, and this is what requires practice. Women usually require a somewhat longer period of time to become fully aroused, so being able to delay orgasm potentially increases the enjoyment of sex by both partners…

Many women believe that men are happier the more frequently they can have intercourse. This is not really accurate. What men truly enjoy is being aroused with their partner (and as their partner is also aroused) while both remain in an aroused state for a long period of time, delaying orgasm for as long as is comfortable and possible…"

So there are a lot of delayed orgasm advocates here, for both men and women.

One thing to add is that there are Eastern Traditions, Tibetan, Tantric, Taoist (check out Mantak Chia) that help men learn to have full body orgasms, circulate their energy, and stay present through these psychologically intense needs that can really strengthen the work of Chastity.

My husband used to fuck me for hours, making me cum many many times, and then end the session without ejaculation.

"MMFF.. mmm!! You moaned as your face was buried in your wife's pussy. Your tongue was busy painting a masterpiece and you could hear her moan like crazy.

You two were holding hands when she close and you felt her grip tighten when she came again. It was her third orgasm in a short time and she finally collapsed forwards atop of you her face ending up close to you painfully trapped erection.

"MMFF.. mmm!! You moaned as your face was buried in your wife's pussy. Your tongue was busy painting a masterpiece and you could hear her moan like crazy.

You two were holding hands when she close and you felt her grip tighten when she came again. It was her third orgasm in a short time and she finally collapsed forwards atop of you her face ending up close to you painfully trapped erection.

repost after host blog got nuked ------ Your relationship with Sophia had been solid after you two finally got a place together. Your sex life has been lots of fun until Sophia asked you wear a chastity cage for her to mix things up.

Since she'd been open to try things you suggested you agreed without hesitation and you had to admit that evening with Sophia being in charge and you not even able to touch yourself was pretty fucking hot.

The ordinary public glory hole might be a dangerous and hard limit for many. But what if we make it.. a bit safer?

Let's say you're secured in the wall and only your udders exposed without the hole. Everyone can grope them, tease them, pinch, rub against them... or slap, put the cigarettes off, twist your nipples using pliers...

They rub their genitals against them, between them, cum on them. Use your body to jerk off, public sex toy and you can't do nothing. You're secured in the wall and you even can't see them.

Or then you skin is cleaned and they start to torture you. You moan and cry, but the wall silences all of that. They slap your tits hard qnd every slap makes you feel dizzy. Then the next person comes and they start pull your tits out. Then they let them go just to see how funnythry bounce. And then they repeat.

It continues the whole evening. Then the program under supervision starts.

The supervisors make sure your skin is clear and the people use clean and sterile instruments.

They pierce your nipples, put the bold rings through it. It hurts, but you can't see it now. You just feel the pain and weight. You can't think straight at the moment. Your mind drifts somewhere in the clouds. Your body is used and you have no control anymore. Your body is modified and you don't care.

Then they bring the ink machine and anyone can write anything at your skin. Some people write something degrading. Other just write their names or put their signatures.

Your tits are not yours anymore. It's public property. Public entertainment.

My fingers move down to try and stimulate myself but she slaps my hand away. She’s literally a human chastity belt.

Eventually, I concede. I remain still enough for her to return her tongue to my clit. A brief reward. Though the moment my hips jerk she pulls it back, and I’m left with the vexing warmth of her breath again. How long must I stay like this? Until I’m crying? Until my begging becomes incoherent?

She grabs my wrists and brings me to the edge again. And, as I beg, her tongue flicks my tortured clit one last time before pulling away. Ruining my orgasm. I begin to cry and she looks right at me and says, “Don’t ever touch my toys while I’m playing with them.”

Ella still felt a bit tired after her afternoon nap. Her Bull had fucked her brains out and made her cum so much she actually passed out. You, her loving submissive was preparing the shower for her.

She looked between her legs and she trembled slightly seeing the mess her Bull had left behind. She finally managed to get out and step into the bathroom where you were equally naked as her, save for the cage that kept your dick locked away and your balls nice and full with just a little shade of 'denial-blue'.

"Well then, Nathan. My favorite student. You're here in my bedroom. What are you going to do next?" She spoke calmly, crossing her legs. God she turned me on so much. But I had no experience, I had no idea what to do or say to her.

Yet she waited on me to make a move. He stare made me both nervous and hard. I started taking off my shirt first. I saw a soft smile on her face which gave me some confidence. I started undoing my belt and stepped out my pants. I neatly folded everything.

Then I took off my boxers. After putting it away I turned back to face her. My face was beet red, my heart pounding, yet my cock was rock hard I felt it twitch and bounce.

She just kept looking at me. I felt so embarrassed, exposed, horny. I got onto my knees and crawled toward her. I briefly looked up at her. She was smirking now.

"I want to learn to pleasure you, serve you." I confessed with a trembling voice.

"Good boy. Look at me, Nathan." She spoke gently, using her foot to force me to look at her.

She leaned forwards a bit. "I'll take you as my submissive. Your cock, your pleasure, your body are now under my control. I will cage your cock so you can't touch yourself without my permission. Do you have a problem with any of this?"

My heart was racing like mad. This was really happening. "No, Mistress." I reply.

"Good boy. I expect full commitment from you, pet."

"Yes, Mistress." I say.

"Good, stay right there, let's get that little cock locked up right away in a nice, tight little cage."

She stood up and left the bedroom. I was so happy and excited for this new journey I was about to set off on, guided by her.

Which is why he took the toy out from between her legs.

Mouth held open by the gag, the noises she made then weren't anything like words, but he could guess what they were about. The frustration showed on every inch of her. Shining sweat, flushed face, heaving breaths. It was too much.

That was the point.

"There there," he said, pinching one of her nipples and causing her back to arch, chest pushing up into his hand. "You're doing very well, but really you're going to give in sooner or later."

He pinched harder. Her gurgle rose in pitch.

"I know explained this at the start, but I'll explain it again. Repetition is part of it, Bunni. The idea is to try and start you again, start over. A clean slate. You were a nice girl, yes, but I want you to be my girl. Totally. With nothing else."

Her head shook weakly. The blindfold stayed on, as did the gag. Blind and dumb, but not deaf. She had no choice but to listen. Listen and shiver as he trailed a finger up her leg, up her side, across her belly...

"Now, if I'd told you any of that a week ago you probably would have laughed. Ridiculous, right? Now though? Now you're not so sure. Now you're a little worried. And it only took, what? An hour to get you like this? Or was it two? Or a day, maybe? Oh, you don't know, do you..."

He leaned in close, put his mouth by her ear.

"You're going to forget your name, you know. The name you think is yours now. I'm going to take it away from you. Maybe you'll hear it one day from someone, someone talking about someone else, and you'll have a moment where it sounds familiar, but then it'll pass. Just some girl you must have known once. But not you. Not my Bunni."

The gag made her whimpering sound dumb and needy. He gave her hair a stroke, tidied some of it up a little.

"It's okay. It's not your choice. It's going to happen, and you won't even remember anyway. Good girl. I think you're ready to keep going now."

Buzzing low, the toy was pressed back against her slit and the groan she let out was completely mindless for a good few seconds until she struggled to get back a little control.

She smiled though when from a distance she could see that Tom, the guy with whom she shared cubicle space, was dutifully at his desk. Of course he was. Tom might have been a bit on the nerdy, geeky side but he was a hard, diligent worker who she had always liked.

As she made her way toward her desk she saw him opening up a box. Probably another one of his superhero action figures or science fiction gizmos. Tom was a collector of all things geeky and since porch pirates ran rampant through his neighborhood he now had his packages shipped to the office.

"Hey Tom, new toy?," she asked in a polite, friendly voice as she walked behind him making her way toward her desk. Had anyone overheard her they might have thought she was making fun of him, but she wasn't. She actually found his fondness for his collection to be endearing and a little adorable.

To her surprise, Tom nearly jumped out of his seat, so startled by her sudden arrival that the item he'd been holding flew out of his hand, landing on the floor.

"Ooops, sorry," Abby laughed. "Didn't mean to scare you. It is pretty dead in here today, isn't it?"

His face was flushed three shades of red as he stammered, "Oh hey Abby, I... I didn't know you were coming in today. I figured you would have stayed home."

With a shrug, she replied, "I thought about it, but hey... it's just a little ice and snow, no big deal."

Glancing down at the floor she noticed the object he'd dropped had landed right at her feet. "Here let me get that for you," she offered, bending over to pick up what he'd dropped.

"No, no," he quickly said, his voice nearly a panic, "You don't need to, I can get it."

"Don't be silly," she said. "It's right here, I'll get it." And that's when she noticed that the box he'd dropped was not one of his typical purchases but rather... a male chastity device. With a mischievous smile Abby said, "Oooh, you did get a new toy, didn't you?"

"Oh god," Tom groaned. "I... I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were coming in today."

He looked so mortified at what had happened she actually felt bad for him. Handing him the box, she smiled and said, "Hey... relax Tom, here you go. You know me, I don't judge and I'm no prude. It's perfectly fine, no big deal."

He sighed in relief, his face still flushed with embarrassment as he took the box. "Thanks Abby, I appreciate it."

With a casual shrug she replied, "No worries, looks fun."

Not wanting to make it even worse for him, she shifted the conversation. Casual chit chat. Office updates. But all the while, she couldn't get out of her mind the thought of Tom's cock being locked up. Caged. Helpless. And her being the one who now had complete control of it.

So, after about twenty minutes she turned toward him and leaned forward, until she knew she had his attention.

"Tom, we really should talk about the elephant in the room. Now the way I see it, we can play this one of two ways. One is, you can take your cage home with you tonight, put it on, play your sexy little chastity games, and feel what it would be like to be locked up. I'm sure that would be some hot and sexy fun for you."

She paused, a little amused at how Tom's face was flushed again and it appeared he was barely breathing.

"Or, the other choice would be, you could take it into the restroom right now, put it on, come back, and then give me both of the keys. That way instead of just pretending, you can find out what it's like for real when your cock is locked up, caged, helpless, and at the mercy of a woman."

"Oh my god," Tom whispered beneath his breath, a look of complete disbelief on his face.

Reaching forward, Abby gently placed her hand on his leg, and in a softer, sexier voice purred, "Tom, I would absolutely love to be your keyholder. The thought of you surrendering your cock to me so that I can have complete control of it is so.... fucking.... hot."

She smiled at his involuntary little whimper. "But it's your choice, of course," she said softly.

A smile crossed her face a moment later when after exhaling deeply, Tom rose from his seat and headed toward the restroom, box in hand.

When he'd taken a few steps she called out, "Tom?"

He stopped in his tracks and turned around.

Shhhhh baby……..  

I know it’s hard, wanting to come, but you know it’s in your best interest to wait…don’t you?  

We simply can’t have the kids hear us now can we?  How awkward would that be…hearing the Daddy they adore and look up to…whimpering and begging for release?

Try biting your lip…..or maybe try the pillow over your head…..that should muffle your moans a tad….don’t you think?  

I’m only going to massage your massive throbbing hard on a little bit longer…..

honest…..

I promise.

No one knew his body like she did. No one could decipher the meaning behind every twitch… every quiver… every moan… every whimper like she could. And no one could set his body on a steady, feverish burn of pleasure while still holding his release at bay like she could.

But it was no longer only her hands that were causing his body to mindlessly writhe and thrust in search of the relief it so desperately needed.

Her lips, tongue, and mouth teased and pleasured, provoking him in to a state of nearly unbearable hardness.  

Her soft breasts had been set free, yet more sensual weapons of pleasure to be unleashed upon him…. her hand brushing his pulsing shaft against their silky skin… teasing the head with her nipple… the soft mounds capturing the length of him, enveloping his pleading cock in their warm, softness.

And now, when she gazed at his face she knew he was gone. Lost. Floating in a world of pleasure and frustration. Chuckling softly to herself she straddled him, leaning down and capturing his ear with her lips.

Whispering huskily she murmured, “I’m sorry baby, but I simply can’t let you cum now. You’re far too hard now…. way too desperate… you’d never be able to stay quiet enough if I put your poor cock out of its misery now.”

She smiled at his whimper, adding, “Shhhhh….. hush, it’ll be ok. Me, on the other hand? You know I can cum as quietly as a kitten if I have to… don’t you darling?”

She moved further up his body, settling down over him, leaving him imprisoned between her silky thighs, his senses reeling from the intensity of her erotic scent and heat. Smirking down wickedly at the dazed man now lying captive beneath her, she purred, “Baby? Lick me. Make…. me…. cum….”

And at the sound of frustration in his whimper she chuckled throatily, slowly lowering her soft, dripping folds on to his mouth…. her hands cupping her breasts… and her hips beginning to seductively writhe in a triumphant, erotic dance of pleasure.

Finally, she purred softly with satisfaction at the way it strained desperately against the bars, looking as if it wanted nothing more than to break free as a strand of precum wept and dangled helplessly from the tip.

And then, she took the picture.

"Got it! Perfect!," she said with a smile, watching the image develop before her eyes.

"Baby please? Don't do this??," he sighed in exasperation, panting softly from how badly he wanted to cum.

"Oh hush, it'll be fine," she reassured. "I'm not putting your name on it. No one will know it's you. It's just that all the girls in the office have been so excited about Locktober that we decided to have a little... anonymous show and tell... you know, just between us girls."

"Babyyyy...," he whined, which only made her giggle.

"Don't worry, all the pictures are going up on a bulletin board in the ladies' room so we're the only ones who'll see them. And no one will know who's who..." The more the picture began to come into focus the more the smile on her face continued to grow.

With her tongue teasingly tracing her lip she seductively purred, "Too bad for you though honey. I'm sure this is going to be the hottest picture of all of them. By the time the girls at work are done looking at your poor cock all month long... straining and dripping... I'm sure you'll be the talk of the office. They'll all be dying to get their hands on you..."

She chuckled as he groaned, "Oh god..."

But now?

After only a month of having him locked in chastity and taking ownership of his orgasms?

Now she loved to amuse herself by seeing just how easily she could have him begging for the chance to please her.

So, after switching a load of laundry from the washer to the dryer a wicked thought popped into her mind. After loosening her belt she lowered the zipper on her jeans, tugging the denim fabric down just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of the curve of her hip. Stepping into the doorway of the laundry room she cocked her hip provocatively and called out, "Baby?"

A moment later she smirked when at the mere sight of her he stopped in his tracks, quietly moaning, "Oh god," as if he'd just laid his eyes upon a goddess. She watched as he slowly approached then knelt before her.

"Please?," he begged as he gazed up at her pleadingly. "Please can I taste you? I'm begging you...."

Smiling softly, she raked her fingers through his hair. "Aww, look at you down on your knees and begging... such an eager boy," she purred teasingly. "Do you want my pussy, sweetheart?... hmm?..."

"Yesss....," he groaned.

"Mmm, do you wanna lick it?... do you wanna make me cum?... would you like that, baby?"

"Oh my god yes... I want that so bad! Please?... please let me make you cum??"

Laughing softly, she teased, "Well I don't know, honey. I mean, your cock is all locked up, remember? There's nothing I'd be able to do for you in return. We better not, I'm afraid you'd just be left all excited and frustrated if I let you do that. That'd be awful for you, I bet."

"Noo!", he cried out. "It's ok, I promise!"

"Are you sure baby?," she murmured innocently.

"Yes! I want to make you cum so bad!"

"Aww, only me? Not you, sweetie?"

Nodding, he panted, "Yes, only you... not me."

"Oh honey, you'll be all frustrated and achy if I cum and you don't," she purred. "Is that what you want? Is that how you want to be for me, baby? All frustrated and achy?"

Swallowing hard, he whimpered, "Yesss, I do... it's fine, I promise... all I want is for you to cum... please??... I'm begging you..."

Chuckling softly, she replied, "Well, in that case... I suppose."

Shimmying her hips provocatively, she tugged the denim down over her curvy hips, stepped out of her jeans and kicked them aside. Next came her panties. For a moment she dangled them tauntingly before him, then after brushing them softly across his face let them fall to the floor.

Finally, leaning back against the wall, she parted her legs slightly and beckoned him to her enticingly with the curl of her finger.

"C'mon baby, c'mere...," she purred. "Lick my pussy... make me cum. Show me how much better it is for you now that we don't have to spend any time making you cum, only me."

She laughed softly as he whimpered, "Yes ma'am," then proceeded to press his face between her thighs and began to adoringly worship.