Zorrita Popper Addict

She looked at him with loving concern as he collapsed into her arms. Onto her lap. His breathing labored. His body trembling like she'd never felt before.

"Baby?.... hey, hey, hey... what is it, sweetheart? Are you okay??," she asked with concern.

She felt him nod his head.

"What is it? What's wrong?? Tell me, what is it, honey?"

She was almost certain she knew but she needed for him to say it. To confess. To admit that he had found himself at the point that he could take no more.

Or so he thought.

It took a few minutes for her to gently coax the words from him, but once they began to flow it was like a pent-up waterfall being released.

"I can't... I can't do this anymore... it's too much... I need it too bad. Baby, I ache so much... I'm so desperate... I need to cum so bad... please... baby please... please let me cum, I'm begging you... I can't make it one more day..."

Seeing her husband like this sent her emotions spiraling. It was heart wrenching seeing him like this. Broken. Lost. So helpless and vulnerable.

Yet at the same time?

Fuck.

It was so fucking hot. Insanely hot. Ridiculously hot. This strong, proud, confident man was broken and on his knees solely from how desperately he wanted her??

Every sexual endorphin in her body kicked in at full force. Breasts heaving. Pussy quivering. Clit pulsing. All systems go.

But even as she was listening to her husband's shameless plea the words of her mentor were playing through her mind as well.

"When you see him like this every instinct will make you want to give him the most explosive orgasm of his life. Don't. His words will imply he's hoping that this is the end, but what he needs most is for you to help him understand that it's only the beginning. That his 'need' to cum exists only in his head. It's not real. It's just a feeling, that's all. There's no longer any connection between how badly he wants to cum and whether he can have an orgasm. Not for him. That connection is gone now. Forever. His orgasms now are solely a function of what you want. Letting him cum on the day that he breaks will only confuse him. It will only feed the false hope that he can somehow influence when his next orgasm might occur. Don't do that to him. That day isn't the day to let him cum. It's the day to take him way deeper than you ever have before. Keep it clear and simple for him. Gently remind him that there's no limit to how much he can take. That it's totally up to you. Redirect his energy. Remind that when he gets all wrapped up thinking about his own pleasure, his own release, he should really be thinking about yours."

So for nearly a half hour she held him to her lovingly. Cradling him to her. Soothing him. Comforting him. Cooing sweet assurances to him.

Even as her fingers would repeatedly find the outline of his confined, caged cock. Teasing along the shape. Rubbing it gently. Making any hope for the uncomfortable straining against his cage to diminish. Prolonging his sweet, pitiful whimpers of desperation.

Finally, she purred, "It's gonna be okay, honey. I promise. Let me help you. Lay back for me. Let's get you more comfortable and then I'll let you out of your cage. Would you like that baby?"

"So much," he practically sobbed.

"Mmm, me too sweetheart," she murmured with a chuckle.

He put up no resistance as she stripped away his clothes, spread his limbs, and secured him to the comfortable restraints that were now permanently attached at each corner of their bed.

She smiled at his moan, the tensing of his muscles, simply from watching her settle in near his waist, drizzling oil down the length of his now freed, helplessly engorged cock.

"Just relax honey, enjoy it. You know I would never hurt you. All I ever want to do is make you feel good," she purred.

Laughing softly at his moan of pleasure and quivering of his hips the instant he felt the silky softness of her hand, she added, "Yeah, just like that baby.... that feels good, doesn't it?... it's so nice when you're able to be all hard and excited for me, huh?"

An hour later his body was glistening with sweat. Muscles exhausted from straining. Saliva drooling from his mouth. His mindless, incoherent sounds of frustration like an erotic symphony to her ears.

His cock was feverishly hot. Impossibly swollen. Sobbing an endless stream of precum. It was an erotic, majestic work of art. A symbol of her mastery over his cock.

A tribute to her exquisite skills. Her ability not only to tease, tantalize and pleasure, but also to torment, control, and deny.

By now she had perfected her craft so that she could maximize both his pleasure and his frustration. Overheating his senses with pleasure while also ensuring no hope of release. Making his balls a cauldron of simmering, bubbling, pent-up cum that she cultivated lovingly.

Day after day after day....

And with each wicked denial, each time her hand pulled away or firmly grasped the base to thwart his release of cum, her voice sweetly offered him reminders of his fate.

"See baby? I know it might not feel that way to you, but you can take more... so much more... I know it aches... soo much... but you're fine sweetheart, just fine... I know you wanna cum really, really bad and I get that... but you'll be fine if you don't..."

After another hour she was certain beyond a shadow of a doubt she had taken him far, far deeper than she ever had before. His ability to beg was now gone. His ability to strain against his bonds was now gone.

There was nothing left of this man now other than what felt to him like an other worldly need to cum, and the incessant, inescapable throbbing and weeping of his cock that was a defenseless prisoner to her soft, wickedly skilled hands.

It was now time to bring him back to her. Redirect him. Refocus him.

So, moving up his body she settled down gently above him. Knees on either side of his head. Her hot, creamy thighs now his prison.

Ever so slowly, sinuously, erotically, her hips began to roll. Undulate. Writhe. A tantalizing, seductive dance that held him at bay while driving him mad with desire.

Her heat overwhelmed his senses, her arousal so intense strands of creamy nectar dangled tauntingly above him from silky folds. Yet still it was out of reach. So cruelly out of reach.

She chuckled throatily at his reaction. The intoxicating, erotic power of her pussy acting like smelling salts to an unconscious man.

He emitted a groan of longing as his muscles jerked mightily against his restraints, his head futilely straining upward toward her silky softness that was just out of his reach.

"Well hello there, sweetie. Are you back with me again?... see something that you want?... hmm?," she teased with a soft laugh, moving erotically above him.

Tortuously erotically.

Taunting him with the nearness of her pussy yet denying him the privilege of tasting her.

"Yesss! Please??...."

"Yeah?," she teased innocently. "Is it my pussy? Is that what you want?"

"Yesss...."

"Yeah?," she cooed. "It is?... you want this soft, sweet pussy?..."

She laughed at the desperation in his response and the way he tried so valiantly to strain up toward her. "Head down baby," she instructed. "You have to leave your head on the pillow. I can't let you have it if you're being all fussy and squirmy, now can I?"

She seductively purred, "Very good," at his whimper of frustration and the way he immediately complied with her instructions so obediently.

"That's a good boy," she murmured approvingly. "Now, keep your mouth closed unless I say you can open it."

She then allowed her hips to lower ever so slightly, just enough so that with each seductive move he would feel the sensation of her pussy ever so lightly teasing across his face.

Sweet, exquisite torment.

Torment that was so tortuous to this man that for him it should be banned under the Geneva Convention.

Smirking at his whimper from below her, she playfully teased, "... you want it baby?... you want more?... hmm?... do you?..."

She smiled at his muffled groan and the fact he was keeping his mouth closed, even as she let it brush back and forth across his clenched lips.

"....you wanna taste it?... you wanna lick it?... want me to let you make me cum?"

She chuckled at his the desperation in his muffled groan.

"... yeah?... you like that, don't you?... when I let you feel me cum?... when your face gets all hot and flushed and wet and creamy?... do you like that baby?... when I let your face get drenched in my warm, sweet juices?"

Smiling at his groan of agreement, she purred, "Even when you don't get to cum?... even when you stay all achy and frustrated?... you still love it when I cum, don't you baby?"

Knowing she now had him firmly ensnared when he moaned his agreement, she murmured, "I know baby, I know you do. It's absolutely the best when I cum, isn't it? That's what you love most now, huh?"

Chuckling at his agreement, she cooed, "Ok honey, I'll let you have it... I'll let you make me cum. All you have to do is tell me that you want me to make you wait one more day before I consider letting you cum."

Before he could respond, she added, "Wait, make that, 'at least' one more day. You can open your mouth now baby so you can tell me. And honey? If you say it? I'll let you make me cum a lot today. I promise."

A moment later she was smirking triumphantly above him, cupping her breasts, listening to him plead, "Please? Pease make me wait at least one more day? Please, let me make you cum?? Please??"

With a throaty chuckle, she purred, "Yes baby, if that's what you want so bad I'll let you make me cum."

Mercifully, she finally lowered herself to his eager, hungry mouth. Enveloping his senses with creamy, female heat and arousal. Her hips now rolling purposefully. Intentionally.

She was a triumphant sexual goddess, taking her pleasure from him. Using him. Overwhelming him with the irresistible power of female sexual allure.