Teased...but no release

The touch of her hand on his shoulder so electric his eyes glazed over and he could barely breathe...

The feathery light, barely perceptible downward pressure so overwhelming his legs surrendered and he fell to his knees.

Unfinished handjob?

Unfinished??

Her tone of voice was so calm, so casual, as if she'd just shared the most ordinary, mundane comment imaginable.

Pausing to let the words sink in, he repeated, "Unfinished? As in... you don't... you know, finish him?"

In that same matter of fact voice she replied, "If you're asking, do I make him cum at the end, no... I don't. Well, rarely. Sometimes I do, but mostly I love leaving him with a hard cock, knowing he's absolutely dying to cum. It turns me on so much seeing him so desperate for an orgasm but not letting him have one."

She always loved the look on a guy's face when she explained her intentions, that look of confusion and disbelief. Placing her hand on his thigh she began caressing it softy, letting it creep slowly higher.

"I know, it sounds mean, doesn't it? But really, it's not. Think about it, don't you love that feeling when a girl is getting you all turned on?... that sensation of your cock getting hard?... how hot it is when you realize she's getting you so worked up that you start to feel an orgasm building up inside you?.... you like how that feels, don't you ?"

He sat motionless as if paralyzed, watching as her hand was now slowly, patiently at work. Unfastening his pants. Lowering his zipper. Freeing his cock.

Breathing heavily, he panted, "Uh huh.... yeah, I do."

"Me too sweetie," she purred, letting her fingertips flutter so lightly along his shaft that he could barely feel it. "I love to feel a cock get hard in my hand... the way it gets so hot... how it starts to throb and drip when it gets really excited. Do you like those things too, baby?"

"Yeah," he whimpered, desperately wishing she'd wrap her hand around it and stroke.

"I like to keep it that way for a long time, all hard and excited," she murmured. "It's just that when I'm done I love to leave it that way... you know, unfinished. It turns me on so much knowing he wants to cum so bad but can't... that for hours and hours he'll be aching to cum and he won't be able to stop thinking about me."

"Oh my god," he moaned.

"Do you think that makes me a bitch?," she asked softly.

"No..."

Touching her lips to his ear she whispered, "No? Mmm, wanna try it? Want me to stroke your cock for you? Give you a nice, long, soft handjob? I won't let you cum when it's over, but it'll still feel really, really good. I promise."

She smirked as he whimpered softly, his mind clearly becoming scrambled. Ever so lightly her soft hand encircled his cock, just barely grasping it as she slowly stroked up... and down... then stopped.

He emitted a moan of both pleasure and need, and she purred, "Want more? You can have more. Just tell me that you want an unfinished handjob and I'll make you feel so, sooo good."

"Oh god," he groaned, his frazzled mind unsure what to do.

She then pulled her hand away completely, leaving his cock in a state of utter frustration. "....but we don't have to if you don't want to," she added calmly. " I can just leave it alone and not touch it at all if you'd rather."

That was it. It was too much to take. He cracked. "No, no, no...go ahead and do it!"

"Do what, sweetie? You have to tell me what you want. You have to say it."

Exhaling deeply he said, "Please... give me an unfinished handjob."

Smirking slightly, she added, "Tell me not to let you cum. Tell me that you don't want me to finish you."

"Oh god...," he whined.

Tracing a single finger along the length of him she purred, "Say it, sweetie.... or you don't get anything at all."

Whimpering he replied, "Ok, ok. Don't let me cum... don't let me finish."

A month later he found himself living out the ultimate fantasy of most men. Two gorgeous, sexy women. Focusing all of their attention on him.

So then, why was he feeling so nervous as he allowed them to guide him back onto the bed?

So anxious when he felt each of them pulling his arms toward the corners of the head of the bed?

So uncertain, even as he willingly put up no resistance as he felt them slipping his hands into the cuffs, leaving him securely bound to the bed?

Perhaps because of his girlfriend's favorite kink?

Unfinished handjobs.

Her seemingly otherworldly ability to pleasure him with her silky soft hands. Stroking him. Petting him. Teasing him. Edging him. Yet always keeping him teetering on the brink.

Never quite enough to allow him to go over the edge, yet never backing off enough to allow him to escape that sensation of wanting to cum so badly he was on the verge of a meltdown.

Exquisite sensual torture that could break any man and bring him to his knees.

So now, bound to the bed and pinned beneath the soft curves of his girlfriend and her bff, his senses were already reeling.

Their softness. Their warmth. Their perfume. Their caresses. Their voices murmuring in his ear.

He let out a soft moan at the first sensation of his girlfriend's fingers fluttering lightly along his shaft. Teasing. Petting. Tantalizing. Giving his defenseless cock no choice but to stiffen and swell in response.

Her voice whispered in his ear, "You know baby, Brooke has a kink too... wanna know what it is?"

Exhaling deeply, he panted, "Yes please..."

He felt a soft tongue sensually licking his other ear, Brooke's voice purring, "My absolute favorite thing is... unfinished blowjobs."

"Oh... my... goddd...," he groaned.

"Brooke and I make quite the team, baby," his girlfriend teased. "I could stroke a cock for hours and hours... just feeling how it throbs in my hand..."

And in his other ear Brooke added, ".... and I could suck it for hours... licking up all the sweet precum as it drips and cries for me...."

Both women grinned at his groan, and the way his arms tugged against his bonds.

"You can't get away from us, baby..."

"...and neither can your cock..."

"...not until we're done with you..."

"...which won't be for a long, long time..."

He let out a whimper of need at the feel of his girlfriend's hand gently wrapping around his cock and beginning to stroke while at the same time felt Brooke's soft, hungry mouth begin to slowly descend down his body.

Abby’s was at the library working on a project with the three other classmates in his group.

And Emma’s had just started his bartender shift a half hour ago.

At the same instant moments ago each of them felt the remote controlled chastity device that caged their cock begin to vibrate.

The three best friends, or partners in crime might be a more apt description, were each focused on the app on their phone, wickedly adjusting the rhythm, pace, and intensity of their boyfriend’s torment.

It would be only a matter of time before one of them would receive a text from her boyfriend, begging her for mercy before it became impossible for him to conceal his plight from others.

And when she did?

Her breasts heaved gently with arousal, her mind whirring with the possibilities as her arms strained, testing the security of the new device.

"It's perfect, I love it," she purred with satisfaction.

"Great," he replied, now retracting the tension and freeing her from the restraint.

"Let me try now, show me how it works?"

"Sure," he said. "All you need to do is turn this..."

Her voice interrupted him. "No, not like that. I mean with someone in it. Will you help me test it?"

"Uhhh.... sure? I guess?," the nervousness apparent in his voice.

"Great!," she replied. "Ok, so come over here and I'll put your hands in here...."

***************

A moment later beads of sweat were breaking out on his forehead as now it was his arms that were slowly raising above his head. "Uhh, yeah," he said. "Like that..... you've got it."

"Can it go higher?," she asked. "Let's try...."

His heart began to beat faster as his arms raised higher, his body now stretched higher and restrained in place.

"Ok... th-thats good," he offered.

Locking the winch in position she wandered back toward him. Standing before him, her eyes ravished his now helpless body with predatory lust.

"Mmm, I love it," she said. Placing her hand on his chest and caressing it softly she added, "But, will it hold? Try to escape...."

She bit her lower lip gently and purred softly with lust as she watched the powerful arms of this strong, handsome man straining helplessly against his bonds.

"I.... I can't," he confessed, his face now flushed and beaded with perspiration.

"Mmm, are you sure?," she teased in a seductive voice. Wickedly, she let her fingers brush softly along the outline of his trapped erection that was now involuntarily forming.

She smiled at his barely audible moan. Her fingers now played at his pants, unfastening them then slowly tugging downward on the zipper.

"Oh god," he panted softly.

"Keep trying," she murmured. "Try to get free. Can you get away from me, baby?"

He pulled harder, straining even more against his bonds. The more she watched this man's muscles tense in their futile attempt to break free the more she felt herself moistening with arousal.

"No, I can't... definitely not", he assured her in an unsteady voice. "It's definitely going to hold."

"Purrrfect," she purred seductively. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear."

Now he looked on helplessly, watching as she continued agonizingly slowly undoing his pants, then tugging down the fabric to reveal his stiffening, defenseless cock to her hungry gaze.

For a moment she simply gazed admiringly at it, loving how she could see it hardening before her eyes even more in tribute to her. Then her gaze locked on to his as she reached down and took his hardness gently into the soft warmth of her hand.

She smirked subtly at his involuntary gasp of pleasure, her silky fingers beginning to delicately tease... feather... pleasure... coaxing his cock into a state of quivering, steely hard need for her.

Licking her lips at his moan of pleasure she added, "But that's okay, isn't it? You don't mind, do you? I mean, you don't really want to be able to get away from me right now anyway, do you baby?"

Swallowing hard, he replied, No, I don't," the rhythmic involuntary thrusting of his hips toward her softly stroking hand confirming his longing for her. With a satisfied smile her hand released his needy erection, provoking a groan of frustration from him that made her smile.

"That's what I thought," she teased.

And just like that, he was hers for the taking.

Tell him it's just for a day and how hot it makes you to know he can't touch himself

To be fair, it wasn't like she'd never thought of Kayla 'like that' before. She'd always thought her bff was gorgeous and always envied her confidence and ability to turn on her sexual assertiveness like a flip of a switch.

She just never imagined that one day it would be her who would be the target of Kayla's seductive advances. She could barely breathe as her bff's soft lips nearly touched hers, her voice softly continuing, "... then the day after that, while you're softly teasing his balls, tell him you want him to wait just a little bit longer... keep making him wait. It'll be so hot, I promise. Just do as I say Sara... I'll show you how to turn Matthew into the perfect boyfriend..."

Barely able to think, Sara weakly said, "Okay..."

Letting her lips softly tease her friend's, Kayla purred, "... there'll be no more cumming for him, not until he understands that's no longer up to him... it'll be up to us...."

Gazing down at him she softly said, "You get it now, don't you baby? That you're going to do whatever I want?"

Swallowing hard, he softly replied, "I do..."

Stepping closer still, pinning him between the edge of the bed and the curves of her hips, she placed her hand on the back of his head and guided him toward her.

Whatever shall I do with you, my love?

Grant you a kiss? Have you earned it?

Yet when I hear that fracture in your voice—

when you lower yourself to the floor

and grip my gaze like I'm the edge of a cliff

and you're falling—

I wonder

what I wouldn't give

The look says it all…

You can watch us… but that’s all… no touching us… no touching yourself… no matter what you see us do… Those are the rules…

Why are we doing this to you…? Because we can…

Allie & Barbie

No such luck.

Within a moment they were upon him and busily at work. Cuffs securing his wrists to the arms of the chair. Ropes securing his ankles to the legs. Both of them indifferent and ignoring his apologies and pleas, their voices instead bantering back and forth as they worked.

"I told you he'd never make it..."

"Yeah, but what was that? Like, three minutes?..."

"Well you're quite the big talker. And you honestly think you could last longer than three minutes if you were watching 'us'?..."

"Fair..."

"And we haven't even really done much of anything yet..."

"And our clothes are even still on..."

A moment later he found himself restrained securely to the chair by both efficient ropework and also a sturdy pair of leather cuffs. They both paused, taking a moment to study their handiwork. Then another moment to gaze at the man bound to the chair.

"Do you think we're good?"

"Not sure, let's test him."

The two approached their captive audience of one, letting their soft curves press up against either side of him.

Soft lips brushed against his left ear as a voice purred, "Go on sweetie, it's ok. We changed our minds. You can touch us. You're allowed."

The pair shared a conspiratorial grin at the sight of his arms jerking and straining futilely against the cuffs.

Then a second voice in his right ear murmured, "Keep trying, as hard as you can. If you can touch us, you can have us. Both of us."

As mightily as he tried there was no chance. The cuffs and ropes were holding strong. He was going nowhere.

"I think we're good here now," a voice said with a grin.

"Agreed, now where were we?," the other purred provocatively.

Moving back in front of him, they were again comfortably in one another's arms as they gazed at one another with anticipation.

"I think we were right about here?"

"Mmm, I think so too."

They then turned their gazes toward him.

"It's showtime, sweetie. Eyes on us."

"And no looking away, that's cheating."

Moments later, with their clothes gradually falling away and falling to the floor the two had become so lost in one another that they were virtually oblivious of their audience of one. That is until his desperate, tormented sounds of need and frustration became so loud they became momentarily distracted.

Turning their attention toward him they saw his limbs straining. Body feverishly hot. Mouth hanging open. Eyes pleading.

"Mmm, look at him. I think he loves it," a voice purred.

"I think he hates it," the other teased.

Grins slowly crossed both of their faces as they shrugged indifferently.

"Love... hate... it can be such a fine line sometimes, don't you think?"

"I do. Either way, he'll be just fine. Let's leave it to him to decide which it is."

"Do you remember your rules, honey?", she asked in a sweet, innocent voice.

"Yes," he whimpered softly, his voice already quivering. "No kissing. No licking. No sucking. No opening my mouth unless you say I can."

She smiled understandingly at his hesitation... at the soft little sound that came from him. Approaching him, she pressed her curves gently against him and began softly kissing his neck.

Her voice murmured sympathetically, "I know baby, it aches... you need to cum so bad. But it's Sunday, you know the rules. I get to make you as hard as I want... keep you that way as long as I want... and no matter how badly you want to cum you won't let yourself, right?"

Swallowing hard, he nodded and agreed, "Right."

Smiling, she purred, "Good. Then you need to come with me now. I want to tease your cock some more, honey. I want to tease it a lot. I want to get you really, really close so I can watch you fight to keep from cumming. It's so hot when you do that baby, I love that so much."

"Oh god," he groaned, already allowing himself to be led by the hand back into their bedroom.

Smiling contentedly, she said, "I love Sundays so much, don't you? I can't decide though what I love more... how hot it is when I know you want to cum so bad but can't? Or, how much I love the look on your face when I use you to make me cum as much as I want?"

His wife’s question was fair. She was right. Once they returned home they both settled into their routines and reading took a backseat. Often until their next trip.

Shrugging, he replied, “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t know, because we’re both busy, I guess?”

Sighing, she said, “Probably, but we should make time. I’m going to. The book I was reading was getting really good. I’m going to get comfy then grab my book, you should join me.”

“I don’t know, maybe… we’ll see. If the game’s not any good I might.”

He headed down to his mancave and settled into his recliner. Twenty minutes later at a commercial he headed upstairs to grab a beer. As he walked past the den he glanced inside and stopped in his tracks.

A moment later he’d grabbed a book and made his way in. Glancing up from her book his wife fought back a smirk as he settled in next to her.

“Aww, are you going to join me, honey?”, she asked innocently.

“Yeah, I…. I changed my mind. You’re right, I probably should read more at home.”

“Mmm hmm, you should.”

She then rested her hand on his thigh, rubbing it sensually. Purring softly she added, “But if you’re going to read next to me you’re going to have to stay quiet and sit still. My book is getting really… really… hot, so I don’t want to be disturbed, ok baby?”

Swallowing hard, he nodded, “Uhhh, yeah… sure… I can do that.”

This poor man, not only was his mouth hanging open but it was as if he was unable to decide where his gaze should land.

Her toned, sexy legs?

The way her robe was parted so casually, yet so tauntingly?

That wisp of silky blonde hair falling across her face?

The swell of her breast?

That curious expression on her gorgeous face?

The faintest hint of a nipple peeking through her robe?

After only one night it was already too much for him. Already he was simply overwhelmed by everything about her.

So instead of responding with words he approached, knelt before her, lovingly kissed the softness of her leg, then laid his head in her lap.

She laughed softly beneath her breath as she gazed down at him, smiling, raking her fingers gently through his hair.

Like today, for instance.

She could see on his face that he was struggling today. The frustration. The longing. The aching.

It was understandable. Sundays were often the most difficult for him. They both led busy, hectic lives. It was sometimes hard to find opportunities for playtime during the week.

But weekends were different. Weekends were meant to focus on one another. And some weekends, like this one, were meant for erotic, extended, and intense playtime.

The cumulative effects of the weekend had taken their toll on him. Edged. Teased. Denied. And all the while finding himself between her silky thighs over and over again. Licking. Worshiping. Pleasuring. Tormented by her cries of release as his face dropped with her creamy nectar.

It was now Sunday afternoon and she could see by the look on his face that the weekend had caught up with him. He was becoming overwhelmed. Consumed by the frustration. On the verge of breaking.

"Hey, c'mere," she purred softly, her hand on his chest, guiding him backwards until he found himself sitting on the foot of the bed. She followed behind and settled on to his lap, wrapping herself around him, enveloping him with softness, pinning her curves against him.

"You're okay, baby," she cooed soothingly. "I'm right here."

Her arms that cradled his head tugged him a little closer into her cleavage. Her thighs that wrapped around his waist squeezed a little tighter. And her pussy that rested on his caged cock began gently rocking and stroking against him.

She smiled softly at his moan, whispering, "It's okay baby, just let it ache. You'll be fine, I promise."

"Okay," he whispered, giving in and letting his head fall submissively against her breasts.

"That's it, baby... that's perfect. Just like that...," she murmured approvingly. Her hips began moving slowly, sensually, sinuously, gently grinding and dry humping against his caged erection.

As he whimpered with frustration his mouth fell open as if searching to draw her breast into his mouth.

"No sweetheart, you can't have them in your mouth. Not right now. Just feel how warm and soft they are against your face."

She smirked as he whispered, "Oh god.." as she pressed her cleavage into his face.

"Can you take a little more, baby?... get just a little achier?... for me? And then I'll stop...," she purred.

"Yes...," he replied without hesitation.

"Mmm, thank you baby. Let's get you just a little more frustrated... nice and close to cumming in your cage one more time... and then I'll stop and leave you right there, okay?"

"Okay," he agreed weakly.

She chuckled softly, murmuring, "That's my good boy... just a little more sweetheart..."

"Hand me your phone, sweetie," she instructed in a pleasant, yet authoritative voice.

For some reason even he didn't quite fully understand he complied. Obediently. Handing her his phone with only the slightest of hesitation.

"Okay?", he remarked curiously.

"Good boy," she purred approvingly in a voice that made his face flush and heart pound. After taking a few pictures of him... beneath her and gazing up at her... she handed his phone back to him.

Raking her fingers through his hair, she murmured, "There you go sweetie. Now, we have a few pictures of the moment I decided to make you mine. That'll be nice for us, don't you think?"

His mouth fell open and in a dazed voice he said, "Uhhh, I'm sorry?..."

Laughing softly she reached for his hand. "Come on baby, stand up. Come with me. I'll explain everything to you."

With his mind still reeling he asked, "Umm... where are we going?"

"Oh honey, does it matter?" she purred. "Wherever I say, of course."

Grinning at the look on his face, she slipped her hand around the back of his head, giving a barely perceptible tug that guided him even nearer to the alluring curves of her hips.

Gazing down at him, in a seductive purr she added, "Your choice of course. Would you rather I just leave you here?"

His eyes widened and he could barely stammer, "No, no... I'll come with you."

She fought back a giggle at how clumsily and awkwardly he quickly managed to bring himself to his feet, as if nearly in a panic that the mysterious opportunity might pass him by.

"Mmm, very good then," she murmured, already taking his hand in hers.

A moment later although he had absolutely no idea where he was being led, he felt an almost overwhelming urge to follow this woman wherever she led. To comply with her every wish. To devote himself to proving she'd made the right decision by choosing him.

Sensing his nervousness, his confusion, his excitement, she offered a reassuring smile, brushing her fingertips against his face.

"Just relax, honey. You're doing wonderfully. The hard part's over. Now, all you have to do is... do as I say. You can do that for me, can't you sweetie?"

"Yesss," he replied in what sounded more like an exhale of relief.

Leaving a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek she whispered, "I bet you can."

"Are these the tits you were trying oh so very hard to not look at while we were at dinner this evening?," she continued in a soft, teasing voice.

His face flushed slightly in embarrassment. Swallowing hard, he softly confessed, "Yes."

With a soft laugh she slipped into his lap. Straddling him. Winding her arms around his neck. Leaning forward slightly. Her gently heaving breasts now so near that with each breath that he drew her alluring scent made him reel.

Raking her fingers through his hair just above his ear, she purred, "Yeah? Were they distracting you, sweetie? Throwing off your train of thought? Making it hard for you to keep from looking at them?"

Nodding his head and his breathing noticeably more labored, he replied, "Yes. I... I'm sorry."

Allowing her hand to slip around to the back of his head she pulled him slightly closer still. "It's okay," she cooed sympathetically. "You were trying so hard. I could tell. It was sweet..."