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“But, Sir, it’s not fair!”

What’s not fair? You agreed that you wouldn’t cum without my permission for one month.

“But it’s been a whole month and you never let me cum!”

That’s true, but it’s not unfair. I never said that you would get to cum. Only that you have to have my permission if you do.

“And you’ll never give it.”

I never said that.

“But you won’t.”

You don’t know that. Get to the edge right now, okay?

“Ngh… yes, Sir.”

That’s my girl. I thought things have been really nice, haven’t they?

“Mmm… yes, they have been nice.”

I think edging has been really good for you. Don’t you like edging?

“Yes, but-”

And when you give your orgasms to me? It’s hard, but isn’t it nice, too?

“I… I guess so. I like how happy it makes you.”

It does make me happy. And I think it’s been really good for you. I’d like to extend past one month if you agree.

“Extend? For how long?”

I don’t know. A year?

“A year!”

Well. Eleven months. A year from when we started.

“I don’t think I can go a year without cumming.”

I didn’t say you couldn’t cum. Just that you’d need to have my permission.

“Oh, Sir… I think you’ll keep me from cumming the whole year.”

It’s not much fun if I tell you my plans up front, now is it? Really close, please.

“Mnnngh… no I guess not.”

So? One year, right?

“God, can I cum first?”

No. One year?

“Will you make a promise?”

What is it?

“If you really do keep me from cumming for a whole year… oh God, I’m shaking… If you do… you have to promise that you’ll let me cum after the year.”

I don’t have to do anything.

“But… please, will you promise that?”

That’s better. I promise that if you really haven’t cum for a full year, if you ask me to cum I will say yes.

“You promise?”

Yes, silly, I just did. Edges making your brain fuzzy, huh?

“Mmhm.”

Good girl. So… one year?

“Um… okay, yes. Yes, Sir.”

“You’re never going to let me are you?”

I didn’t say that. I just said no.

“But you always, always say no!”

That’s my right, isn’t it?

“Yes, but-”

No buts. It’s my right.

“I know.”

I was thinking, though…

“About what?”

Keep the vibrator on that clit please. Only take it off if you absolutely must to keep from cumming.

“Nnnggg… you always make it so hard.”

Mmhm. I know. I was thinking that you’re right about me always saying no, though.

“I know that.”

Haha. You’re cute. What I was thinking is that it doesn’t really make sense for you to keep begging and asking to cum when it’s almost always going to be a no.

“What do you mean?”

I want you to stop asking to cum.

“Oh, but, Sir!”

You can still tell me that you want to cum. I just want you to stop asking. If I decide you should cum, I’ll tell you.

“I… but you never will, will you?”

It’s really not much different from asking to cum and being told no all the time, right?

“I… I guess not.”

Good. So no more asking to cum.

“Until the year is up.”

Until the year is up, of course. Then you have my promise that if you haven’t cum yet, you can ask and I’ll say yes.

“Then… okay.”

That’s my good girl. Really close now. I’m going to take this one away from you and I want it nice and hard first.

“Oh, God, Sir. I’m so, so close.”

Stay right there for me, okay?

“Nnngh… it’s so hard.”

I know. But you can do it. You’ve almost done a whole year. Just a couple months left.

“Oh God, I want to cum so bad.”

But you won’t, will you?

“Nnnnnnn… no, Sir.”

You know sometimes I kind of miss hearing you beg to cum.

“You do? Should I-”

No. No, that’s not what I was thinking. I was thinking we could have you ask permission to touch for the rest of the year.

“Just to touch?”

Yes.

“And if you say no I can’t even edge?”

That’s right.

“Sir…”

It would make me happy to hear you begging again.

“But… oh… you’ll say no.”

Sometimes. But sometimes I’ll say yes.

“I… I could still touch you, right? And make you cum?”

Yes, of course.

“Then… okay.”

Such a sweet girl! That makes me very happy. Now lets get ready to give this orgasm back to me and you’ll be done touching for the day.

You did it.

“What did I do? I just woke up…”

You went a whole year without cumming! I’m so proud of you.

“I did? A whole year?”

You did. A whole year. Hard edges and no cumming. Only touching with permission. Such a good job.

“Thank you, Sir.”

You’re very welcome. Now. Wasn’t there something you wanted to say in this situation?

“To say?”

Right. Something you wanted to ask me?

“Oh! Yes!”

Haha. You look excited.

“Mmhm!”

Okay, go ahead.

“Sir, may I please edge for you?”

That’s what you want?

“Yes, Sir. Please let me touch so I can give you a nice hard edge. Please?”

I wasn’t surprised that i had difficulty talking to her. Not until I realized I was having difficulty talking - period. My speech was slurring, I was getting tunnel vision… I was erect…

My God, she drugged me.

She must have seen the realization flicker across my face, because at the moment I was about to get up and risk being arrested for ‘drunk and disorderly’… a soft set of toes gently pushed between my legs.

I wanted to shoot out of my chair but the instant she touched my erection all the tension left my limbs like air out of a balloon.

I felt my face vacillate between a frown and a lazy smile. It was pretty obvious - she kept teasing, but every time I got it together enough to frown, there was a long slow stroke… down the underside of my erection.

Oddly enough, the faster my smile came back the more excruciatingly slow the stroke.

Until the smile stayed. All I could feel was one stocking toe, toying with a point just behind the head of my cock.

My eyes started to roll back in my head.

She snapped her fingers, once. The toe quit moving, just stayed on that spot.

'No.’

I whimpered. 'please?’

She moved her glasses down her nose a touch.

“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….”