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TEASE SLUT

           Kara quietly opened the door and looked into the almost bare room. Her tight baby blue tank top hugged her full breasts and clearly showed off her hard nipples. The short shorts were just as tight and pink in color with a white stripe running along the hip line. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a loose bun on the top of her head and stray wisps of hair floated lazily around her face. The only items in the room were a dresser along one wall and a metal framed bed with a bare mattress on it. Her bare feet made no sound of the carpet as she stepped in.

           The girl on the mattress was naked and constantly trembling. Her brunette hair was damp with sweat as was her writhing body. Besides the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, the girl wore a thick blindfold. Her arms and legs were pulled tautly out to the corners of the frame.

           Kara let her eyes roam over the girls glistening flesh. Her large heaving breasts wobbled slightly with every spasm her body made. Both of her nipples were pierced and adorned with matching stainless steel loops. Twin Japanese clover clamps were pinched to her erect tips, connected by a chain. A string ran from the chain to a pulley anchored to the ceiling above the bed. At the end of the string were four eight ounce weights, adding extra pressure to the bite of the clamps that had been tormenting the suffering girls’ nipples for the last four hours. The flesh around the breasts and thighs were mottled with red splotches, indicative of a recent flogging. Crimson streaks crisscrossed the girls’ skin from her collar bone to her knees.

           Her gaze traveled farther down and stopped at the girls’ shaven cleft. It was red and swollen, the swollen labia glistening with wetness. The distended bud of her clit poked from under the fleshy hood that usually concealed it and was visibly throbbing. The mattress between the girls’ spread, quivering thighs was completely soaked from the copious liquid that was seeping from the enflamed mound.          

           Stopping at the side of the bed, Kara pushed the hanging weights, causing them to swing in slow, lazy circles. As the girl moaned at the increased pull on her aching buds, Kara said, “And how is my little tease slut doing?”

           The girl whimpered pitifully and began thrusting her hips up and down, causing the old springs under the mattress to lightly squeak. “Desperate, Mistress,” she whined pitifully. “Please let me cum.”

           Kara had been constantly teasing and tormenting the girl for the past three months without letting her slip over the edge and climax. The constant teasing was tempered with frequent floggings and other forms of punishment. Through it all, Kara had immensely enjoyed making the girl suffer. She had learned the little tell-tale signs of impending orgasm and knew exactly whey to stop to keep her from exploding.

           Smiling at the spasming girl, Kara lightly ran a single fingernail over the sticky petals and barely touched the straining little bundle of nerves. Watching the girl helplessly arch up to attempt to get more contact on her needy sex made Kara laugh. “Of course not, my little tease slut,” Kara told her. “You may never orgasm again. I so much adore you being tortured like this.” Pausing for a moment, she looked over at the dresser. “I wonder what we can find in your toy chest to play with next?”

           The girl cried out in frustration. She had never in her life thought she could be so desperate, so willing to do anything just to experience the blessed relief of an orgasm. Her body felt like it was constantly vibrating from the tension she was feeling. Her entire existence revolved around her unquenchable need to climax.

           Padding over to the dresser, Kara opened the drawer and looked over the assortment of implements inside. While trying to decide what to use next, she said, “So, my little tease slut. How long has it been since you’ve had an orgasm?”

           Trying to force her brain to function, the writhing girl attempted to recall the length of time she had been teased and denied release. Due to the constant torment, the days and nights were a blur of constant frustration, a nightmare of unrequited need. Finally giving up, the girl said, “I don’t know, Mistress.” Her voice was strained and harsh.

           “Oh, come now,” Kara said. “Surely, you have some idea how long it’s been.” She finally made her decision and removed a pair of bondage mittens and two spreader bars then silently padded back to the bed. “Can’t you even guess?”

           The girl involuntarily tensed, then thrust her hips up off the saturated mattress. That caused the biting clamps to mercilessly tighten on her tormented nipples. Her ragged breathing caught in her chest and she whimpered pitifully. Panting harshly, she tried to calm herself. The endorphins raging in her mind made cognizant thought almost impossible. Her entire consciousness was totally focused on her spasming, dripping sex and her overwhelming need to climax. Feeling helpless tears seeping from under the blindfold, the wailed, “I don’t know, Mistress. I can’t think about anything but cumming.”

           Sighing happily, Kara smiled and said, “Today will make three months since your last orgasm. She paused for a moment, letting her fingers glide over the girls’ sweaty skin. “So I’ve decided to give you a chance to finally cum. How does that sound, my tease slut?

           Moaning loudly and pumping her hips, the girl said, “Thank you, Mistress. I need to cum so badly.”

           “You’re welcome, tease slut,” Kara said. She laid the mittens and bars on the bed then retrieved a small tube from the dresser. Opening it, she squeezed a dab on her finger then began lightly rubbing it on the straining, throbbing clit.

           As soon as the girl felt the finger on her button, she involuntarily pushed herself up in an effort to get more contact on her screaming bundle of nerves. But it was only a fleeting touch before the stimulation was removed. She slumped back onto the mattress and groaned miserably.

           Kara quickly put the mittens on the girls’ hands, the three foot spreader bar between her ankles and the two foot bar between her knees then unhooked the rope from the chain before untying the girl. As the weight on her aching nipples was eased, she clenched her teeth and hissed. “Roll over on your hands and knees, tease slut,” Kara said.

           Trying to force her sore, tense muscles to work, the girl awkwardly managed to comply with the order. Her entire body was tight as a coiled spring and ached from the long hours of restrictive bondage. The twin spreader bars made it impossible for her to close her legs and added to her misery. Her hips were unconsciously thrusting back and forth and there was no way to stop them.      

           Picking up two vibrators, Kara slipped one between the girls’ engorged petals and the other in her ass. She then placed a course pillow on the mattress and turned both vibrators to their highest settings. “Since it has been three months since your last orgasm, I’m giving you three minutes to make yourself cum by humping against the pillow directly under your dripping pussy, tease slut.”

           The girl began to sob with relief and attempted to awkwardly ease her suffering sex down to grind against the pillow. Due to the spreader bars keeping her legs splayed, it was almost impossible for her to maintain any kind of pressure on the fabric. Grunting and moaning with the effort, her hips began frantically jerking. The wildly moving toys in her sex and ass kept her right on the very brink of climaxing but would not push her over without direct stimulation to her clit and the pillow was not providing enough. Her movements became even more frenzied as she tried to push herself over the edge. Then something strange began to happen. All the feeling in her throbbing button was starting to fade. Whimpering pitifully, her hips took on a life of their own as she rode the pillow. With each passing second, the very release she do desperately sought slipped a little farther away. Sobs wracked her tense body as she tried desperately to make herself climax. Even the dancing clamps on her abuse nipples wasn’t enough to push her over the edge. Her muscles began to cramp from the gyrations but still she continued to furiously grind her gushing sex on the pillow.

           Kara watched with malicious glee, knowing the girl could not climax no matter what she did. Her own sex was dripping and twitching from the torment being inflicted to the girl. Glancing at her phone, she watching the seconds slip by until the three minutes were up and the alarm beeped. “That’s it. Time’s up. Stop right now,” she said. But the girl was lost in the throes of desperation and need and kept her hips moving. Grabbing a handful of hair, Kara pulled hard, wrenching the girl into an upright position. “I said stop,” she snarled, her voice low and tight.

           The girl struggled for control, fresh sobs causing her body to heave. Her hips were still frantically working towards an unobtainable orgasm. The clamps on her compressed nipples danced as her wobbling breasts shook liquidly. With no other recourse, she began mindlessly babbling and pleading, the words pouring out in an incoherent stream. She had never known this much frustration in her life and was starting to loose herself in the over powering need threatening to consume her.

           Still holding a handful of the girls’ hair, Kara said, “You might as well stop grinding. There’s no way you can cum now, tease slut. The cream I put on your clit was numbing cream. For the next several hours your little button with be dead.” She released the girls’ hair and paused for a moment, then said, “But when it wears off, all the feeling will return. Then everything I’m about to do will make your frustration even worse. Isn’t that nice?”

           As the words slowly sank into the girls’ denial addled mind, she began to wail wretchedly. Her body flailed around helplessly on the mattress as she sobbed. Her mittened hands went between her legs and began viciously rubbing her needy sex, her hips thrusting up and down. She could feel the twin vibrators still mindlessly churning in her clenching sex and ass but that was it. No amount of friction or contact was going to make her climax.

           Kara grabbed both of the girls’ hands and pulled them over her head, hooking them around the bars on the head board. She then did the same with her ankles, once again spread-eagling her. She watched as the girls hips frantically convulsed while she slipped off her shorts. Crawling on the bed and placing one leg on either side of the girls’ head, she lowered her humid folds against the thrashing girls’ face and said, “Make me cum, tease slut.”

           The girl’s mind was almost beyond rational thought. At first, she just lay on the mattress sobbing, ignoring the wet sex on her face. Then she felt the cruel clamps on her aching nipples tighten. She screamed into Kara’s pussy then began pleasuring the woman that had been tormenting her.

           Kara began grinding her tingling pussy against the girls’ mouth, her own body tensing as the urge to climax, never very far away, rapidly approached. Feeling her muscles tighten, she hunched over as her climax hit her. She felt the tremors of her orgasm cause her shake and jerk. She then sighed happily and unsteadily got off the bed. The girl had always managed to make her orgasms spectacular and now was no different.

           “Very good, tease slut,” Kara breathed.

           The girl was writhing helplessly on the bed, her body screaming with need. A pink fog of denial and frustration was starting to envelope her brain, carrying her to a place beyond sensation, beyond feeling. Her sex relentlessly contracted around the wildly moving vibrator inside it. Guttural sounds poured from her mouth as she struggled. Then both vibrators stopped. The sudden cessation of movement caused her to wail helplessly.

           Smiling happily, Kara said, “I love the way your pussy is so red and swollen. It’s almost begging to be touched.”

           The girl frantically nodded, her body quivering. In her present condition all she heard was that her needy, aching sex was going to be touched. All thoughts of the numbing cream were forgotten.

           Picking up the small slapper, Kara got onto the mattress and sat between the girls’ splayed, trembling legs. She slid her fingers into the sopping hole to retrieve the now silent vibrator, feeling the muscles vainly trying to gain purchase on both. More nectar spilled out as the girls’ body once again arched up. Kara waited until the girl had finally slumped back to the sodden mattress, then said, “I know you’re in no state to count, but I still want you to try. Do you understand?

           Panting harshly, the girl made an unintelligible noise and nodded. Her body was still trembling uncontrollably and occasionally, a tremor would make her jerk.        

           Kara once again smiled down at the girl and said, “Okay tease slut. Let’s start.” She slipped three fingers into the girls’ wet pussy and began thrusting. As she did, she brought the slapper down on the girls’ swollen, engorged clit.

           The girl pushed her sex against the digits and moaned. All she could feel was the fingers pistoning into her denied hole. The slapper barely registered thanks to the numbing cream. But there was enough contact to her enflamed labia to let her know what was happening. Then she made a sound that could have been a one or just a moan.

           As the strokes landed on the tormented flesh, Kara began violently fucking the girl with her fingers. She knew she could punish her for not actually counting each spank but at least the girl was acknowledging each one. After five, she pushed a forth finger inside the humid sex. After another five, her thumb slipped in. With her whole fist inside the girls’ clenching pussy, she began pumping while continuing with the slapper.          

           The girl was almost consumed with the sensation of the fist forcefully pummeling her aching hole. The slapper was only an after thought as all sensation to her clit was nonexistent. She had no idea how long she was tortured in that fashion, her mind laser focused on the fist and slapper. Her hips were thrusting up to meet both, her brain overloaded on being relentlessly tormented. When everything finally stopped, she continued to hump the air, her body almost beyond any semblance of control. After another unknown length of time, she slumped back to the sopping mattress and sobbed helplessly.

           Kara sat and watched as the girl slowly calmed down. The sex in front of her was even more red and swollen now, the lips spread and showing the interior. She absently wiped her hand on the mattress then said, “How do you feel, tease slut?

           The girl barely moved except to randomly jerk, her mind nearly gone.

           Reaching out the hand that had recently been ravaging the girls’ hole, Kara gave the still clamped breasts a vicious slap, delighting in the way the large mounds moved. “I said how do you feel, tease slut?”

           The stinging to her breasts caused the girl to grunt as her brain slowly focused on something other than her soul consuming need. “I need to cum, Mistress,” she wailed, her voice hoarse and tight. “Please, please, please let me cum.” Helpless sobs then overtook her.

           Watching with evil enjoyment, Kara said, “No tease slut. You are not allowed to cum.” That brought fresh sobs from the girl. “Maybe we’ll try this again in another three months.” Finally standing up, she said, “I’m going to take up upstairs and get you cleaned up. I’m having company over tonight to celebrate you three months of denial and you’re going to be the center of attraction.” Reaching down, Kara squeezed both clamps, opening them. The compressed flesh of the girls agonized nipples clung to the smooth ends of the clamps briefly then was pulled away. She screamed as the blood began to flow back into the tortured nubs. Smiling again, Kara said, “Don’t worry. All three of your holes will be well used tonight. But you still won’t cum, no matter what happens. You’re beautiful, sopping, denied pussy will be continually coated with the numbing cream. Tonight, you’ll be nothing more than three holes to be used and abused by my guests. Doesn’t that sound delightful, tease slut?

           The girl began to cry pitifully, knowing she was going to be repeatedly fucked in her pussy, ass and mouth and not get any release. The pressure would continue to build and build and build. She was going to be nothing more than a fuck toy for everyone’s amusement and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Sir, it’s so hard.”

Don’t be so silly. It’s easy.

“Sirrrr, no, it’s really hard.”

Such a silly little girl. I’m only asking you to give up one orgasm. Just one!

“But it’s been hundreds! It’s been months!”

Oh, you’re such a scatterbrain sometimes.

“No, please, it’s true.”

You’re just all over the place, talking about weeks and months. I’m talking about right here. Right now. I want you to give up this orgasm. Just this one.

“But then it’s always another one.”

There you go again. I want you to focus. Don’t try to remember every single time that already happened. That’s in the past. Don’t try to guess every time in the future. Just focus on right now. You’re close right now, right?

“Yes, Sir. So close.”

Good. I want this one.

“Sir, please…”

Just this one. I want it, and so you can’t have it. You’re going to give it to me.

“Sirrrrrr…”

Get ready to give it up.

“Oh, Sir please. If I give it up can I have the next one?”

Focus, little slut. Focus on this one, so you can make it really nice for me.

“Oh, God, yes, Sir.”

Five. Right on that edge. So close you’re almost there.

“Oh, I want it so much.”

That’s so nice. I can’t wait to take it away from you. Four.

“Sir, please. Please I’m so needy.”

I know. So needy. Three. So desperate. Two.

“Sir, it’s right there. Please, I want to feel it!”

I know. Not this one. One. This one’s mine.

“Oh… Sirrrr…”

There. Just let it go. Let it come to me. Just this once. That’s my girl. That’s it. Okay, now let’s get you back to the edge.

“Oh, God, I’m close! I’m already close, Sir!”

Already! Such a little slut, huh?

“Yes, Sir. Oh, yes, Sir, please let me cum!”

No. Just this once, I want you to let it go.

“Oh, Sir, Sir, please!”

Shhhhhh… Shhh. Come on now. For me. Just this once.

“But you always say that! You’ll never let me cum!”

Oh, you silly girl. It’s not so bad. It’s always just one day at a time.

“No, please…”

One orgasm at a time.

“Sir, please…”

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All year long you’ve been waiting.

Every month you’ve been suffering, aching and dripping – desperate for a release that wasn’t going to come… much like you. Every month you’d been reduced to a whimpering, squirming pile of nerves. Every erotic thought sending jolts through your body, concentrating on your swollen pussy. You wanted nothing more than to grab a vibrator and make yourself cum. Hell, it didn’t even have to be a vibrator. Fingers. Dildo. Grinding on a couch arm. You craved the ecstasy of release. You craved the gushing feeling of an orgasm washing over you… but it was denied to you for twelve agonizing months. That was the deal, after all – you’d even signed a contract putting me in control of you and your orgasms for the next twelve months. For one year, I owned you.

I’d given pet names to each month. Reminders of the year-long sentence you were serving. A year of being my orgasm-free pet. Cute little names to make sure you didn’t forget the torture you were going to endure. Not that you could. Not when your pussy drooled uncontrollably down your legs by the second month. Not when you could barely feel your pussy lips because of your swollen clit by month five. Not when every beat of your heart sent your pussy into throbbing convulsions by month nine.

Juicy January was first. The warmup month. This month was only to make sure your pussy was well-lubricated for the coming year. I would sit you on my lap every night, spreading your legs with mine and tying your hands behind you. I didn’t want you interfering. I would whisper all the filthy, dirty things that were in store for you during the upcoming year. I would nibble your neck and drag my beard stubble along your shoulder as my hands absently played with your nipples. I’d pinch and tease, tugging them gently. My hands would roam up and down your sides as I talked all about how much I wanted to bury my face between your thighs. I’d drag my nails along the inside of your legs, stopping just shy of your pussy… but I wouldn’t touch it. Not the lips. Not the clit. Nothing. This month was about building the anticipation. Making you want the torture even though you knew it would be bad. After the first two weeks, we needed to put a towel under you. Your pussy would cream at just the thought of your daily “lap time”. You begged, mewled and whined for any stimulation on your pussy… but no, I wouldn’t grant it to you. I even showered with you to make sure you kept your fingers from wandering… and used the water to my own evil ends.

Frustrated February was the first bit of contact your pussy received. Your hands were tied behind you still, to keep you from defending your helpless pussy from the tortures I had planned. You were stretched out on the bed with the towel under your hips as I teased your pussy lips with a soft makeup brush. You had two sessions – one in the morning to get your pussy primed for the day and another just before bed to make sure your dreams were filled with erotic thoughts all night long. Valentines Day brought a special alteration to the deal – the first time my tongue touched your pussy. I tied you spread-eagle and licked and sucked just your outer lips for two whole hours. With everything you’d endured the previous month, this was too much for you to take. After fifteen minutes, you begged me to let you cum. When I wouldn’t, you begged me to stop until I had to gag you. With no choice but to just lie there and take it, you suffered beautifully for the whole two hours. By the end of it, you had tears running down your face from desperation. The rest of the month seemed almost merciful by comparison as I resumed tormenting your swollen outer lips with the delicate, fluffy brushes.

Month three was Merciless March, and this is where your torture was truly going to begin. Every day I slipped a dildo inside you and fastened it there was a rope harness. Every step you took tormented your pussy. Every subtle shift of your hips reminded you that you were filled because it brought me pleasure to see you squirm. Whenever you were home, you were forbidden to wear shirts – which left your breasts on display for me. I would pinch, suck and tease them whenever the mood struck me, which kept your pussy leaking and dripping down your thighs. When I wasn’t teasing your swollen, achy nipples I would dress you up in a shiny set of nipple clamps. Some days, just to be cruel, I would hang weights from them. Other days I would use the clamps like a leash as I pulled you to your knees before making you service my cock while your pussy throbbed around the dildo.

You came up with the name Agonizing April for month four. Your pussy was visibly swollen and red – three months of torture having taken their toll. Every morning you woke up and had to change the sheets if you rolled off your towel… and even some days when you didn’t. Your pussy creamed nonstop – a delicious reminder of the suffering you were enduring. I decided to make sure it lived up to its name. You were forbidden to take off the nipple clamps during the day, and were instead forced to wear your bra over them. A constant reminder of my ownership over you. Furthermore, your pussy was off limits again this month – no touching at all. I made sure you got your ‘fill’ of me, though. Every night you were bent over the bed with your hands behind your back and a gag stuffed in your mouth as I plowed your tight little ass, making sure to fill you with cum every night before plugging you and sending you to bed horny, desperate, denied and (although you’d never have said it out loud) secretly loving every minute of it.

Maddening May was the first real moment you realized how much trouble you were in. After a month of having your ass fucked to the point of soreness, you thought you were in luck when I told you that your ass was getting a break. Instead, you were mercilessly gagged and tied down to the bed while I slowly fucked your pussy every night. You weren’t permitted an orgasm. You weren’t even permitted an edge. I would spread your pussy and make sure your poor, denied clit got no contact. It hadn’t had direct stimulation since your Valentine’s Day licking. If I thought you were getting close, I would either pinch and tease your nipples while letting my cock throb inside you or I’d start madly tickling your ribs, ass, inner thighs or feet until you were far enough from the edge to where I could start thrusting again. Every night. An hour each night. You were fucked and tickled to the point of delirium and unable to even beg for mercy. Every night I would pull out and cover you with my cum – another reminder of your slavery to me. You cried and begged for an orgasm when I took the gag out, but I would only shush you and remind you that you still had seven long months to go.

Joyless June was the next month on the calendar. It was joyless, but not for me. This was the month I showed you the beautiful new chastity belt I’d purchased for you. Real steel, not the cheap leather one you thought I would buy. This one left no room for you to get any stimulation to your pussy. As I turned the key, sealing you inside, I instated a new rule. From this point forward, it wasn’t your pussy any more. I owned the key. It was MY pussy. Any time you forgot that and asked to touch “your” pussy, you would be punished. Severely. This month was about MY pleasure. Every night you would kneel in front of me and torture your own nipples while begging to suck my cock. If you begged well enough, I would grant you the pleasure of making me cum. If your begging was insincere, you were tied with your arms behind your back—my favorite position for you—and roughly ass-fucked until I filled you with my cum. You were then plugged, spanked and left to contemplate your situation. Left to ruminate on how to beg better in the future as your pussy flooded the chastity belt.

Jeering July. You were unlocked for the first time in a month and I told you that my pussy was going to get all the attention it had missed for the past month or so. Every day I would tie your ankles to your thighs, forcing your legs apart and binding your wrists to a collar around your neck. Naked, spread and humiliated, I would rest in you in my lap and spread my pussy lips. We were halfway through the year and apart from Valentines Day, I’d ignored your clit. This was all about to change. With a ballgag firmly between your lips, you were allowed to scream and writhe in frustration as I used a long, stiff feather on your defenseless clit. Every day for two hours at a time, you were tied and tortured while I relaxed on the couch. Every time you ruined a feather with the copious amounts of wetness, I teased you and reminded you that those feathers weren’t being thrown away. They had a use… you just didn’t know what it was yet. On the last day of the month, though, you learned what I had planned. You were hogtied on the floor in front of me while I showed you the homemade featherduster I’d made from the dozens of feathers you’d ruined. Your pussy juices had dried on them, making the feathers even more firm and stiff – a fact you realized when I spent almost eight whole hours dusting the soles of your bound, toe-tied feet while a low-power vibrator buzzed away in my pussy. After that, I told you that it wasn’t just your pussy – I was laying claim to your clit as well. It was now MY clit.

August came… or, as you came to call it, “Awful August”. You thought having attention on MY clit was bad last month, this month made it a thousand times worse. You were spread open every morning as I licked and sucked my helpless clit to the edge as many times as I could within an hour. After that, you were on no-touch for the rest of the day until the evening when I did it again. After that, you were bent over and fucked in the ass until I released my pent-up frustrations by filling you with cum again. You were forbidden to touch my pussy at all – I even followed you into the bathroom to help you shave, making sure your puffy pussy was left bare and defenseless at every opportunity. A few times, we played a thrilling game where I pinned you down in the tub, teasing and massaging my clit while the water rose. More than once it passed your face, forcing you to hold your breath as I edged my pussy for entertainment. Other times I’d bend you over the tub, holding your head down while I roughly fucked your ass or slowly fucked my pussy until you were on the screaming edge. Every night, you fell asleep with your hands tied to your collar and the vibrator in my pussy reminding you of your submission. Your owned state. You were mine – and you weren’t cumming until I said so.

Up next was Suffering September. I reminded you that there were four months left in the year – this one and three more. Devilishly, I also informed you that it was my goal to make you suffer as much in these three months as I had during the rest of the year. You cried and begged me for mercy, but I had none. My pussy was going to ache like it never had before. You were edged four times a day for an hour per session and never with the same tool twice in a day. Some days I used a vibrator. Other days I licked and sucked my agonized clit until you were screaming and bawling. You had to be tied down—for your safety, of course—because you tried to thrash and fight with aroused fervor. Every session ended with your face covered in tears. You couldn’t wear makeup unless you wanted to look like a trashy whore that had just been face-fucked. After every session, you were belted to keep your wandering hands from my sopping wet hole. If I didn’t lock you up, you kept trying to touch yourself – even subconsciously in your sleep. I couldn’t have that. I wanted you wet. Needy. Desperate. Willing to do anything… not that you hadn’t been that way already.

The favorite month of orgasm denial fetishists descended upon us with the first day of Locktober. You were going to endure it the same way every other chastity fanatic did – locked in your belt and on no-touch for thirty-one agonizing days. Of course, even though I wasn’t going to unlock you, I wasn’t going to let you off easily either. If I couldn’t play with my pussy, I would lay claim to your breasts and ass. Some days I bent you over the couch and tongued your asshole until you were sobbing into the pillows, pussy juice leaking out of the chastity belt and down your thighs… and then I’d lick that up too. Other days I’d spend time licking, biting and sucking your sensitive nipples or sliding my cock into your cleavage. Taunting you. Teasing you. Reminding you that fucking your breasts was just as good as fucking your pussy. Why should I ever unlock you except to torture MY pussy? MY clit? I could spend the rest of my life fucking your ass, breasts and mouth and never even need your pussy. The more I talked about it, the wetter you got. You humped the air in desperation. You begged. Pleaded. Whined. Sobbed for mercy… but you got none. You were MY slave, and I was going to make you suffer.

No-Vember is another month all denial enthusiasts know about. While I didn’t keep you in the belt, I made sure you were well aware of your predicament. Two months to go. Every day I increased your edges, licking my denied clit every morning and evening until you were a desperate, wet mess. You tried to tell me you couldn’t take it, but I ignored you. If your begging got too loud, I gagged you. You didn’t have choices anymore. You were a slave. You were MY slave. You existed to be aroused, teased and denied. Your whole purpose was to bring your Master pleasure, and if your continued denial did that then you were going to have to accept it. Nothing you could say or do would change my mind. I told you this one afternoon as I slid my cock into my pussy, fucking you slowly so as not to push you over the edge. I loved your denial. I loved having you as my slave. If it was up to me, it would NEVER end. I punctuated this statement by producing a new set of nipple clamps – this one with three ends. Your eyes bugged out as realization flashed through your mind. I clamped your nipples and then used the third end to pinch my clit, holding the hood back and leaving the little button exposed. After fucking you until I came, I pulled out and used a delicate paintbrush to tease my clit for another hour until your eyes rolled back and no coherent sounds came from behind your gag.

Desperate December was the last month of the year. Surely you could make it. You were desperate. Horny. The whole house smelled of your pussy and you were ashamed to leave. Even the slightest bit of motion caused your pussy to flow down your legs. When you did leave the house, I made you wear thigh-highs and a skirt. No panties. The chilly breezes of December tickled my pussy like the fingers of a gentle lover, eliciting such lovely moans. I also forbade you from wearing a bra, leaving your nipples to harden in the cold. You were such a delicious sight that I couldn’t help fingering you in public at every possible opportunity. In the car. While grocery shopping. A few times we used a remote vibrator. A few times I sent you to run errands with your chastity belt holding a dildo firmly in my pussy. Sometimes both. By Christmas you were a wreck – unable to focus on even the most mundane of tasks. All it took was a snap of my fingers for you to sink to your knees and open your mouth. My hand on your shoulder was enough to make you weak, submissive and obedient. It was perfect.

New Years Eve was upon us. A time when most people were rejoicing and planning their resolutions for the year to come. You only had one thing on your mind. An orgasm. You were aching for me to make my pussy cum. Once the year was up, after all, you’d fulfilled your contract. You could also tell from the evil glint in my eye that I had plans for you this evening. You knew I was going to make you suffer.

Your hands were cuffed over your head to a pull-up bar I kept in the doorframe. I admired your taut, helpless body as I used a pair of sharp scissors to cut your clothes off you. You wouldn’t need them tonight. I smirked as I threw them away, showing you a piece of paper. It was a contract – just like the one you signed in January. This one was for two years, not one. I put it on the table along with a pen, licking my lips as I turned to you. We still had several hours until the New Year. I wanted you to beg me to sign it. Beg me to untie you so you could sign your life and pussy away to me for two more long, torturous years. At first you balked at the idea, but when I knelt down and started licking my clit, you changed your tune. At first you tried to resist, shaking your head back and forth as you looked at the clock. Eight hours until New Years Day. If you could just resist, you wouldn’t have to sign. That was the deal.

It only took four to break you. Four hours of spreading my pussy lips and keeping you on the razor’s edge of an orgasm. Four hours of your brain drowning in sexual chemicals as you hung in the doorway like a tortured sex doll. Your body was covered with sweat, your hair sticking to your face as you rasped and pleaded with me for mercy. I told you to beg. To sing that sweet song for me. And sing you did – you sang like a songbird, pleading for permission to sign the contract. To give that sweet, wet pussy to me for two more years. To give yourself over to any devious torture I could imagine.

I made you wait until the ten minutes before I unchained you and walked you over to the table. I put the pen in your hand and began to finger my clit slowly, keeping you right on the edge. I slid my hard cock into you from behind, bending you over the table as I nibbled your ear. I told you how much you would regret signing the contract. How evil I was going to be. Some of the new tortures I’d come up with. If you signed it, you’d find yourself in a world of neverending torment.

You scrawled your shaky signature on the line without a second thought, pleading with me for an orgasm as my hand curled around your throat. I forced you to look at the clock as it counted down, keeping you on the edge until the last ten seconds.

Ten…

Nine…

Eight…

Seven…

Six…

Five…

Four…

Three…

Two…

One…

As the clock struck midnight, I cruelly jerked my hand away and grabbed your wrists to keep you from finishing what I had abandoned. You screamed in futile rage, struggling as your orgasm was snatched away from you, your pussy spasming frantically. I had struck the edge so perfectly that your body had almost succumbed to a ruined orgasm, but not quite. I had stopped in the nick of time.

I leaned in as you cried and sobbed, still feebly struggling. “Such a pity,” I whispered in your ear. “The contract you signed back in January granted me full and complete authority over your pussy… but never once said I had to give you an orgasm at the end.” Your eyes widened in shock, horror and despair as I twisted your wrists behind you and pinned you over the couch. You could feel the cold metal of the chastity belt sliding around your waist and screamed for mercy. You humped the air, your pussy dripping on the floor as I locked the belt in place with a cruel laugh. “No mercy for you, little slut,” I growled as my hard cock entered your ass. “Now, shut up and use that hot little ass to make me cum.”

You cried and sobbed in helpless desperation as I began to fuck you, tears running down your face as your hands were pinned in the small of your back.