18+ NSFW (Backup and companion blog to teazdndenied) M, Dedicated to seductive, sexually assertive women who enjoy being in control. Emphasis on teasing and denying, gentle femdom, seduction, restraints and all things F/m. Please do not delete my captions.
It's with much disappointment that I wanted to let you know that my original blog 'teazdndenied' has been terminated by Tumblr after nearly ten years. I've made multiple appeals but have not yet even received the courtesy of a reply. As a result, I have little hope of my account being reinstated at this point.
I'm both baffled and frustrated by this decision. Ever since the NSFW rules were implemented in 2018 I've done my best to follow Tumblr guidelines and avoid using images that were explicit or graphic in nature. Very rarely have my posts been flagged but if it occurred and I was made aware I would respectfully remove the post.
Admittedly, the most frustrating aspect for me is the wildly inconsistent approach Tumblr takes to terminating accounts. I'm constantly seeing blogs that have been around for years that are nothing but graphic, explicit images and yet somehow those seem to effortlessly evade the admins while mine is terminated. (To be clear, that's in no way intended as a complaint directed toward those blogs, but rather to the inexplicable inconsistency with which Tumblr applies their own rules.)
So, that leaves me with where I am today. At the moment my frustration and disappointment over losing so much content and so many drafts that were either in process or simply waiting to be posted seem to be outweighing my inspiration and motivation to produce new content. I'm sure though that as time passes that will likely change as well.
I am though grateful that this blog exists and has retained much of my original blog. In the short term I plan to reblog some of my content here as I come across it, particularly content that has not yet been posted here.
Lastly, I wanted to thank everyone who has followed and interacted with my posts over the years. I'm well aware that because of the length of many of my posts much of my content isn't really conducive with typical rapid Tumblr scrolling. I appreciate everyone who's taken the time to pause their scrolling to read my content, particularly the lengthier posts.
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(This was inspired by a post on Threads with this caption & image:
her lying on the bed still shaking
Her: “how did you learn how to do that?”
Me:)
"Honey, I'm home!" Avery called out, snickering softly to herself at the cheesy greeting. It had become their "thing" recently, the sing-songy declaration announcing their arrival.
"Benny?" She called out again, a little surprised not to see him waiting for her like he'd been doing since he started his month-long sabbatical from his grueling law firm schedule.
Thankful he'd won his big case, earning himself time away as one of the perks and they'd both been enjoying his domestic servitude over the past week.
She had to admit, she'd grown used to having him home when she arrived. It wasn't something either of them had discussed, Benny not working. He'd worked so hard to get through law school, graduating early, then landing a coveted position at the well known firm downtown. And he loved his job, even the late hours and the tough cases.
But there was one night, one in particular that had stuck out in her mind, when he admitted, in a vulnerable, blissed out state, that he wanted nothing more than to be her dedicated plaything.
Her owned slut.
Hers.
She'd bitten her tongue instead of trying to have a conversation about how serious he was, especially as he continued to babble on while she tended to him as he came down from an ecstatic high.
Instead, she decided to make small, micro-decisions that could possibly start to sway him to start thinking about making a shift in his life.
Someday.
She found him by hearing him humming and singing softly, his deep voice carrying from the kitchen tucked down the entryway. She stopped in the doorway, her mouth having gone dry at the sight of him.
No surprise he was nude, not at all. Based on a suggestion she made, a firm one that sounded more like a rule than she intended, a couple of days before his long break began that he remain nude the entire time he was home.
Maybe a pair of socks if it was chilly but not only nude.
Uncaged. Unlocked.
His cock free, no matter how long it had been since he'd had his last orgasm.
The sight of him swallowing slowly at the suggestion, the muscles in his throat working as he absorbed what she'd said had made her want to ravish him all over again.
And she did when he, surprisingly, agreed without even a discussion.
Later, she'd made him have one, knowing he had a slight worry about it.
"'It's not the nudity, Av,'" he'd reassured her, not having a sense of shame about it. "'It's…I'll be even fucking hornier.'"
That was the point.
And here he was, his body nude but wrapped up in an apron that barely reached the top of his thighs. Not only because he was tall but deliberately purchased, and worn, so that his cock would peak beneath it.
He stood in front of the sink, the side view of him allowing her to see what he was doing. He'd been baking, one of his newer interests. This time, a chocolate cake.
She assumed it was anyway, with the way the batter was smeared on his lips.
He was slowly, almost seductively, stroking his tongue over the length of a beater tine.
His eyes closed, buds in his ears, he was just barely swaying, humming while he lapped each one clean.
She had to swallow when he did, her hand pressing against her own throat, watching his wet, pink tongue swirl at the tip of it.
Fuck, was there anything this man of hers could do that wasn't sexy?
She almost came undone when he released a quiet groan, nodding his head along to the music.
And then she released a startled cry when he bellowed the next lyric.
"Oh god I wish you were here!"
Benny blinked his eyes open, whipping out one of his earbuds, his face morphing from his own startled reaction to one of glee upon seeing Avery.
Avery laughed at herself, shaking her head when he wandered over to her, entirely unhurried to help her recover from his declaration.
"I didn't realize the time, I was really getting into the song and, ah, cleaning up. Sorry, darling," Benny said before dropping his mouth down hers.
Avery skimmed her tongue along his lips before kissing him, moaning against his mouth both at the kiss and the taste of the batter smeared along his tongue. She grasped his wrist and brought the beater to her lips, licking up the last bit while gazing up at him.
"Yeah, Benny, I could see you were really getting into…everything," Avery acknowledged. "In fact, I realize now, either you've perfected cleaning beaters after spending so much time between my thighs, or I'm the very lucky recipient of your prior years of training."
Benny plucked the beater from Avery's hand and stepped closer to her, her back pressing against the counter when she took a step back.
"I've had a lot of training, Avery, you know that," he replied before curling his tongue around the metal tine again, right where Avery's had just been. "And yeah, maybe it started way back when I sat in the kitchen while mom baked all those cakes waiting for her to hand it to me, but I can definitely say that being with you really helped me solidify my technique."
Benny tossed the beater into the sink and slid his hands around her hips, grasping her bottom and squeezing.
"Oh?" Avery teased, tilting her hips forward to feel his cock stiffening beneath the apron.
Benny groaned and dropped his head, burying his face against her neck. She gave him the freedom to explore there, gripping his arms when his lips sealed to a sensitive spot and began to suck.
"Show me," she instructed, barely even getting the words out before Benny was lifting her up onto the counter.
She helped him push up the skirt of her dress, her hand pressing into his hair when his mouth connected with one of her thighs. She curled her fingers and tightened her hold, urging him deeper between them.
He obliged, obeying without hesitation. There was a time for the teasing she enjoyed and thankfully, he knew her well enough to know this wasn't one of them.
He sealed his mouth over the damp gusset of her underwear, the material becoming soaked within seconds from his flicking tongue.
"Off, take them off," she breathed out the words, even as he'd slid his hand to her hip to do just that.
They didn't even make them down to her knees before his mouth returned, his pink, wet tongue extending to swirl around her exposed clit. He pressed his thumbs to either side of it, holding her open for him and forcing the center of his attention on full display.
Avery pressed her free hand to the counter, holding herself up and steady so she could watch as he demonstrated exactly how much he'd learned.
He tilted his eyes up to meet hers when he briefly sucked her clit, forcing it to swell again. He didn't hesitate to flatten his tongue and lap the length of it, the direct contact making her pussy clench.
"Fuck!" she groaned when he began to feed his fingers into her, three of them easily slipping in from how wet she already was. They stretched her open quickly but he didn't relent, knowing exactly what Avery needed at that moment.
She watched, her vision starting to grow hazy, as Benny swirled, flicked, and lapped her clit, letting the tips of his teeth graze against it now and then. He moaned into her when she dug her nails into his scalp when he nipped at her clit, then sucked it hard into his lips.
She barely registered the sound of him tearing her panties away so he could urge her legs over his shoulders, only grateful to shift positions as he helped her to her back. He resumed fingering her, the tips of them working her spongy, swollen front wall of her pussy as he sealed his mouth around her clit.
His tongue seemed to go into overdrive and it wasn't long before her hips were lifting to his mouth so she could grind against it. He fucked her pussy almost maddeningly slow compared to the assault on her clit, and soon, she flew over the edge.
Benny didn't relent. She didn't want him to - it was just too good - so she gave herself over entirely to him. Avery dug her nails in, one set into his scalp, the other marking her thigh while she held herself open. The overstimulation sent her into another orgasm, then another, until she found herself screeching a plea for mercy.
He obeyed, as he always did, though left his fingers inside her while moving his mouth to the marks she'd made on her flesh. He feathered his tongue over the indentations and the tips of her fingers until both were soaked and Avery could catch her breath.
She released her grip on his hair and tapped his wrist, shivering when his fingers wiggled inside her until they reappeared, glistening.
They were in his mouth immediately and her pussy clenched watching his tongue extend to meet them, flicking over the tips then the length of each finger until they were clean.
"Show me," she breathed as she sat up, her voice hoarse from how he'd made her scream and the rush of lust that had barely been mitigated by his mouth.
Benny tugged the edge of the apron up over his cock, tucking it behind it so he was entirely on display. Breathing hard, he clenched his fists and held them to his sides, a position he held often to keep from touching himself.
"Wet, you're dripping wet, baby," she said, pleased. His balls were swollen, practically bulging as it had been after the past week of incessant edging.
"My turn," she said as she slid from the counter to settle on the nearby stool. "You're not the only one who grew up licking the beaters clean."
Avery flicked her tongue around and through his weeping slit, tenderly cupping his balls and squeezing while she demonstrated her abilities.
"But you will be the only one not orgasming today," she reminded him, humming in satisfaction as he trembled the moment her tongue began to swirl its way down the underside of his shaft.
Last night had been way too hot. Way too sexy. She'd resisted the urge to pick up where she'd left off the night before for as long as she could, but the temptation was now more than she could handle. She needed more.
Slowly her hand trailed down his still sleeping body. Soft fingers tracing along the fabric. Slipping inside the waist band. Teasing. Tracing. Then withdrawing again.
As her fingers continued tracing the outline of his already responding cock, circling it, teasing it, her mind drifted with thoughts from mere hours ago. How she'd masterfully toyed with him for hours the night before with the little lightest of caresses. The gentlest of touches. Sensations designed to pleasure and arouse, yet to never allow release.
She smiled as already even in his slumber his body was beginning to respond to her delicate touch. Hips quivering. Breathing more labored. Soft, sleepy sounds of need escaping him.
She purred inwardly as she thought about the sound of his voice when she'd tugged his shorts back up last night, tucked his engorged dripping cock back inside them, then whispered, "That's it, honey. That's all you get. No more. We're all done for tonight."
The desperation and longing in his pleas for release were so agonized he seemed on the verge of tears. She on the other hand? His shameless begging was so hot it had her on the verge of cumming.
"No baby," she'd murmured, her fingers wickedly tracing all around his then trapped, quivering cock. "I'm not going to touch you anymore. This is how I want you. Desperate. Aching. Full. All night long. And then in the morning? I'm going to start in on you again."
And now the next morning her fingers once again slipped back inside the fabric. But this time, lingering. Searching. Finding. Teasing. Until his hips began gently writhing, his eyes cracked open, and a soft tormented sound of need escaped him.
In a voice not yet awake, he weakly pleaded, "Baby please... more... don't stop... I need to cum... I need to cum so bad..."
Laughing softly, she purred, "Well good morning sleepyhead. Listen to you, isn't that what you were asking about last night too when we stopped playing? Is that all you can think about, sweetheart? Cumming?"
She chuckled at his whimper, her fingers already nudging his shorts back down and allowing his still hard, dripping cock to pop free.
"Relax baby," she murmured. "Remember what I told you last night when we finished? That I'd touch you some more in the morning?"
"Yesss..."
A single finger began to trace along the length of him. Swirl around the head. Toy with the oozing precum.
"See? I'm touching you..."
"Thank you...," he panted, his hips lifting off the bed, thrusting toward her touch.
Her hand pulled away completely. "No honey," she murmured. "Just relax. Stay down. You have to stay nice and still for me so I can play with you the way I like."
He whimpered in frustration but complied, slumping back down onto the bed. "But I need to cum so bad...."
Smiling, she purred, "I know baby. I know you do. But do you remember how badly you wanted it by the time I finished playing with you last night?"
"Oh my god... yesss."
Her fingers just barely encircled his cock then began to stroke. To tease. Delicately. Slowly. Gently coaxing it back into that state of maddening desperation.
"Well sweetie, that's what I want. Again. For starters. So I can't make you cum. Not yet. First, I need to make sure I've got you back to the point that you want it as badly as you did last night..."
Smiling at his whimper she sweetly 'reassured' him, "Don't worry baby, I'll get you there. I promise..."
"My god..."
Grasping him slightly firmer, her hand began slowly pumping. Stroking. Milking. Allowing him to feel the sensation of an orgasm beginning to slowly well up within him.
"...and once I have you there, I want to see how much more I can make you want it... how badly I can make you wanna cum... I bet I can make you want it so much more than you did last night...."
"Noooo....," he whined.
"Yes baby," she chuckled wickedly. "I'm sure I can. Last night I only had your cock for a few hours. But now? Now your cock is going to be mine all day long. Can you imagine how hard I can make it? How full I can make your balls if I keep you this way all... day... long?"
"Baby nooo, please... I can't! I can't do that, I already ache so much. Please, let me cum now??"
"Mmm, no baby... but I love how badly you're begging for it already. My only question is...." Her hand pulled away completely, provoking a whine of frustration.
"...how badly can I have you begging for it by the time I've finished with you tonight?"
My god, he was still so unbelievably hard. She could feel his heat, his swollen thickness, pinned beneath her and throbbing rhythmically with what had to be desperate need.
Never before had she left him longing and unrelieved when they'd been intimate together. There was a part of her that felt deeply sympathetic toward him, wanting to relieve his suffering.
Yet at the same time, she was keenly aware of something else. Something new. Something exciting. A feeling of empowerment awakening within her. Like a core piece of who she was that had been lying dormant had made it's way to the surface and was being unleashed.
She reminded herself that he'd agreed to this. That he'd try it for her. To see what it would feel like if his lust went unrelieved. If he was left hard, swollen, and still dripping after all of her lusts had been satisfied. Even if that meant that it was his sacrifice, his suffering, that was driving her pleasure to new heights.
And honestly, the experience for her had been glorious, wildly exceeding her expectations. She felt like a goddess walking among mere mortals.
She already knew. There would be no going back for her. What she'd just experienced was far too powerful for her to ever go back to the way things used to be.
Still, there would be the matter of helping him to understand the changes awaiting him. Never one to be less than forthright, she knew that even though it might be hard for him to hear, it would be best if she were honest. Open. Clear that this had been anything but a one-time experience for him.
As she soothingly stroked his face she asked, "Are you okay, baby?"
"Uh huh," he replied, still breathing heavily, his voice unsteady.
"Good," she purred. "Mmm, that was alot, wasn't it? So hot, so intense." She paused briefly to let those words sink in, then added, "You felt it too, didn't you?"
He sighed softly. It was true. He had felt it. How could he not? My god, she'd been on fire. Never before had he seen her basking in so much pleasure... being in such command... unabashashedly setting herself free as if she were a sexual goddess.
With a nod of his head, he confessed, "Yes... I did."
Just hearing his admission made her pussy quiver again. Gently, she began rocking her hips, just enough to allow her silky wetness to stroke along his still needy erection.
Smiling at his moan, she purred, "I love it when you're still like this afterwards, baby. Still so hard for me... soo needy... soo desperate. It's so hot, so sexy. This feels so right to me. It's absolutely perfect. I need more of this from you, honey... so much more."
"Oh god," he whimpered, his mind reeling and fast forwarding.
Gently teasing his cock with the nearness of her silky sex, stroking along the length, she whispered, "Baby, you should know, I'm not going let you cum at all today. I'm going to leave you like this... and, I'm going to keep you hard for the rest of the day."
"Babyyy...," he whispered, trying to wrap his head around everything that was happening.
"Shhhh, tomorrow too sweetheart... and the next day...," she murmured. "Probably longer. You get it though, right? You understand? I mean, you felt it too. You know it's just not possible for us to go back to how it used to be, don't you? That's just not an option for us now. It's way too good like this baby, this is exactly what we've been needing."
She smiled as he whimpered and stammered, trying to find the words to explain how he was feeling. "Shhh, baby hush. It's ok, I get it... it's alot, I know. It's probably overwhelming for you," she sympathized.
"But let me make it simple, okay?," she continued. "Baby, all this means is that from now on... I'm the one who decides when you get to cum, okay? That's all... nice and simple, right? As long as you understand that, everything else is going to fall into place, okay?"
When she saw the uncertainty on his face she looked into his eyes and said, "Oh honey, don't misunderstand... I'm not asking, I'm telling you how it's going to be, okay? This is happening. All you need to do is say that you understand. Tell me honey, tell me that you understand... and I'll take care of everything else."
With his mind dazed and reeling, he managed to reply, "I... understand."
"Mmm, thank you baby," she said with a smile. "See how easy that was? This is going to be perfect, honey... so much better for both of us."
Then, shifting ever so slightly so that his engorged cock was released from between them, she reached down and her fingertips began gently teasing... tantalizing... feathering... coaxing him slowly toward the edge. Then, she smiled at his soft groan of frustration when her hand pulled away.
"I know, baby.... you're not used to this yet, are you?," she whispered. "But wait until you realize how unbelievably hot all of this is going to become for you. It's going to be amazing... you'll see."
This was still uncharted territory for each of them, though admittedly in completely different ways. Both of them struggled to wrap their minds around how just one little lifestyle change could have such an indescribably profound effect on them.
It had now been eighteen days since his last orgasm. Four days since he'd agreed to her suggestion to lock him in chastity... 'just to make it easier for him to resist the temptation to give in when his desperation was becoming more than he could handle.'"
Eighteen days of his cock being teased, pleasured, and aroused.
Eighteen days of feeling countless orgasms seemingly one breath away only to have them denied, his desperately needed release instead turning to indescribable frustration.
Eighteen days of feeling like by day's end his cum filled balls were somehow even fuller and achier than the day before.
Eighteen days of his learning curve skyrocketing of precisely how to pleasure her with his mouth, his tongue.
And eighteen days of providing her with the most powerful, most plentiful orgasms she'd ever enjoyed in the three years they'd been together.
So after lifting herself off of his face and stretching out alongside of him, she panted, "Baby my god, that was insane... I mean, I knew you'd get better at this but this?... this is crazy... how many is that for me this morning? Four? Five??"
"Five," he panted, his voice quivering.
"Mmm, five," she purred. "God baby, I love this so much. And each and every one of them felt so fucking good. You can't imagine..."
She smirked at his whimper, purring, "And how many for you today, honey?"
"Zero," he whimpered.
"Mmm, zero," she murmured sympathetically. "And how long has it been for you?"
"Eighteen days," he whispered.
"Yeah, eighteen days," she repeated. "You poor, pent-up thing. But, does it make it a little better for you to know how much I love that? Knowing how much you're aching? How badly you wanna cum? Does that help? A little?"
Nodding his head, he confessed, "Yeah... a little."
"Good. And does it help to know that for the last couple weeks I've been having the best orgasms of my life? Now that we don't have to worry about your orgasms and we can focus on mine, you're doing so much better for me. Better than you ever have."
She smiled at the way he softly whispered, "Thank you."
"And think about this," she continued in a soft voice. "The more I know you're aching, the harder it makes me cum. You like that, don't you baby? Making me feel good? Making me cum? Even if you're not able to?"
"Yesss," he groaned. "Of course I do."
Suppressing a wicked grin she purred, "I love that. I just wanted to make sure you and I were both still on the same page about how much better things are for us now."
With a dazed, desperate look on his face he nodded and uttered, "Uh huh..."
"Good, now let's just take a minute... we'll catch our breath... let your ache simmer down just a little... and then, we're gonna go for number six."
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She’d simply shook her head and laughed softly when she’d read his message that night on Tumblr as they chatted.
“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….”
A wicked grin crossed her face as she softly added, “….. and that, is when your warm-up will come to an end baby…. and that is when I can start to give your poor, helpless cock the teasing that you’ve always fantasized about…..”
Her boyfriend was on the second day of the traditional week at the coast with his parents and siblings. To be honest, he'd have much preferred staying home with her since she was unable to get away from work and join them but she persuaded him that he should go anyway and enjoy a little family time.
After returning home from a little shopping trip, surrounded by an assortment of shopping bags on her bed, she picked up her phone and FaceTimed her boyfriend.
"Hi sweetie!," she greeted him with a smile. "Having fun? Been missing me and thinking about me at all?"
She had to fight to keep from giggling at his groan when he replied, "Oh, you have nooo idea. It's impossible for me to think about anything else."
"Aww, aren't you just the sweetest?," she teased with a mischievous wink.
**********
Considering the way she'd said goodbye to him before he left that was understandable. Before leaving that morning she'd treated him to a soft, sensual, gentle but most importantly - unfinished - handjob.
Instead, after coaxing him to the very brink several times she'd pulled her hand away, innocently purring, "That's it, all done... no more."
"What??...," he'd groaned in disbelief.
"Just a little something for you to remember me by," she said innocently, gazing at the way his engorged cock twitched and quivered as if begging for one more stroke.
She continued, "Leave it alone, honey. No touching, no stroking, no cumming while you're gone. You have to save it for me, baby. I'll take care of it for you when you get back home."
"You've got to be kidding me??," he said in disbelief.
"Oh sweetie, I've never been more serious," she said ominously. "And no cheating. I'll be able to tell if you do, and if I think there's even the slightest chance that you might have? Well, in that case, I won't even take care of you when you get home."
"Baby please??," he implored, gazing at his still quivering, steely hard cock that appeared as if it were about to burst.
Smiling, she caressed his face soothingly and purred, "Honey no, and I'm not going to change my mind. It's only a week, you'll be fine. I just don't want you to forget about me while you're away."
Then slowly, teasingly, she traced her finger up the length of his shaft. As she drew slow, lazy circles around the oozing head she murmured, "You won't forget about me, will you baby?"
"No," he whimpered pitifully. "I won't."
"Good boy," she cooed. And as she tucked his achingly engorged cock inside his boxers added, "Behave for me sweetie and I'll take care of this for you when you get back."
*********
"Anyway, I just wanted to say hi," she continued. "Plus I did some shopping today. Want to see what I got?"
"Of course!"
"Ok, first, how about this dress? I thought of you as soon as I saw it."
She struck several poses then did a slow twirl. "So, what do you think? Like it?"
"Oh my god... baby, I love it! You look amazing," he replied, nearly drooling.
"Aww, thank you!," she smiled. "Here, let me show you the rest."
She began pulling items out of her shopping bags and displaying them on her phone. A cute summery top. A flowery sundress. A short denim skirt. A pair of strappy sandals.
"I think that's it," she said. "I did good, right? Don't you love everything?"
But then before he could reply she added, "Oh wait, I forgot. One more thing. I also bought a new pair of panties. They're soo pretty and feminine. Want to see?"
"Of course!," he replied eagerly.
"Ok, just a sec honey. I need to lay my phone down. Don't go anywhere, okay?"
After strategically setting down her phone she leaned forward, her voluptuous breasts nearly tumbling out of her dress.
"Can you see ok baby?," she asked in a soft, inviting voice.
"Yeah," he answered in an unsteady voice, already breaking out in a sweat.
"Okay, give me just a minute sweetheart, I'm going to need to slip this off," she purred softly.
"Oh... my... god...," he whispered.
She then proceeded to slowly, seductively peel off her dress. Teasing him with her curves. Taunting him with her breasts.
Then, standing before him wearing nothing but her black feminine panties she asked, "What do you think, honey? Aren't they pretty?"
In a weak, pitiful voice he replied, "My god, I'm dying over here. I feel like I'm going to explode..."
"Aww, poor baby," she cooed sympathetically. "You'll be fine, only five more days to go. And remember, no cheating."
She chuckled at his whimper as she picked up her phone and aimed it toward her bed. The next thing he saw was the sight of her panties landing on the bed, followed by the sound of her vibrator whirring to life.
"I'd love to stay and chat sweetheart but there's something I need to do," he heard her say. "You enjoy the rest of your day and I'll see you in five days."
"Babyyyyy...," he whined.
Grinning mischievously, she treated him to one last view of her irresistible curves as she stretched out on the bed. Then as she locked her gaze onto his through the phone, she purred, "I'm sorry honey but I need to go. You know what it's like when you feel like you can't wait even one... minute... longer, don't you?"
Smirking at his whimper, just before ending the call she added, "And remember baby, no cheating."
To be honest, he wasn't sure if it was what she said or how nonchalantly she said it that made him break out into a sweat.
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 wicked grin of lust slowly spread across her face. "Mmm, of course baby. If that's what you want, I'd be happy to. I'll just leave it hard... aching... and frustrated for you. Now, you just lie back... relax... and you and I going to have so much fun."
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.
And in a wicked voice his girlfriend chuckled and added, "...and honey, just to be clear, when we say you won't be going anywhere until we're done with you, I can assure you that doesn't mean that either one of us will be finishing you..."
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?
She would smile with delight… and later that evening would be enjoying a free dinner courtesy of her friends as the winner of this week’s Cock Cage Challenge.
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She glanced toward the contractor as he put the finishing touches on her playroom, her arms raising as he turned the winch.
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 with his eyes looking at her helplessly she grinned wickedly, her fingers seductively tugging on the knot that held her shirt together, allowing the fabric to fall open before the pleading gaze of her now captive prey.
Hearing her bff Kayla talking like this - and seeing her acting like this - had caught Sara completely off guard. Her heart was racing... mind was whirring... as she found herself being guided back up against the wall.
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...."
"Us?," Sara thought to herself in her hazy, lust clouded mind. But with Kayla's tongue now tracing along her lip and her hand beginning to softly rub the swell of her breast, she mindlessly said, "Okay...."
Giving her bff a soft, sensual kiss that had her moaning with longing Kayla continued, "... this'll be hard for you at first, seeing Matthew so desperate and frustrated, so I'll keep his key for you... just so you're not tempted to give in..."
Struggling to keep her wits about her, Sara feebly started to protest, "....b-but he's my boy-...." but before she could finish her thought she gasped softly at the feeling of Kayla's hand slipping beneath her shirt and teasing her nipple.
"Trust me, it'll be better this way... I won't give in to him like you would," Kayla murmured, and again her dazed bff whispered, "Okay..."
Now pressing her thigh gently between Sara's and beginning to rock against her Kayla purred in her ear, "... we'll tease his cock... make him hard.... but we won't let him cum..."
Smirking at her bff's whimper Kayla continued, "... we'll make him ours Sara... tie him to a chair... make him watch us together... but we won't let him have us..."
Sara moaned softly at the image of what Kayla was describing. Together? The two of them?? The thought was so hot to her that she began to give in to the gentle rocking of her bff's thigh. Rhythmically, needily, she was beginning to grind against her.
Sensually sucking and teasing her ear, Kayla urged, "...good girl Sara... I'll make him watch you between my thighs... licking my pussy... making me cum... it'll drive him absolutely crazy..."
"Kayla... my god," she whispered, panting softly, breasts heaving, barely able to think.
Softly licking her ear, Kayla murmured, "...my pussy's so soft and smooth Sara... so silky... so sweet... you're going to love the way it tastes. You want it, don't you?... you wanna lick it?..."
"Kayla...," she whimpered, her legs quivering and feeling rubbery.
"You do, don't you?," she purred tauntingly. "You want to feel me cum on your mouth... feel my juices on your face? It's ok Sara, you can say it... you can admit it..."
No longer able to think coherently, her mind was now operating on erotic autopilot through her lust induced fog.
"Yes... I do. Please??," Sara panted.
"Mmm, you promise to lock up Matthew's cock tomorrow?..."
"Yes...."
"... and give me his key?"
"Yes..."
"...and that we'll make him ours? ... turn him into a hard, aching cock for us to play with?"
"Yes...," she panted, her pussy now virtually riding Kayla's thigh.
"...and, you want me to be to the one who decides when he gets to cum, don't you?..."
"Yes...," Sara whimpered, so feverishly turned on she would've agreed to anything.
Laughing softly Kayla murmured, "Good girl Sara... then yes. Go on baby, on your knees... show me how badly you want to taste my soft, sweet pussy...."
She watched with a smile as the gorgeous blonde knelt before her and tugged down her panties. But then, just as she leaned closer Kayla reached down and entwined her fingers in her hair, keeping her at bay, holding her inches away from her creamy folds.
Laughing softly at Sara's whimper of frustration and the tormented look on her face, Kayla teased, "Not yet baby, one more thing. I think it's best if from now on you cum only when I say too. You know, to be fair to Matthew."
"Kaylaaaa," she whimpered in a blend of confusion, desperation, and frustration.
"I know," Kayla sympathized. "But this way, if Matthew complains you can tell him you're in the same situation. It's perfect, you'll have absolutely nothing to feel guilty about when he's begging to cum..."
"I don't know," she moaned, gazing longingly straight ahead at Kayla's glistening folds that were just out of reach.
"Oh sweetie, you're so close to my pussy, aren't you?... are you breathing it in?... hmm? It's so wet and ready for you... you want it so bad, don't you?..."
Sara was so desperate, so confused, so lost and captivated by everything Kayla was saying.
"Admit it Sara," she purred seductively. "There's something so hot about giving up control to me, isn't there?... only cumming when I let you... knowing how hard we're going to keep Matthew... and that it'll be me who decides when he gets to cum... can you imagine how hot and turned on I can make both of you?..."
"Oh my god...," Sara moaned.
"You know that's what you want, just say it... tell me you won't cum anymore unless I say you can and I'll let you lick me..."
Smirking at her whimper Kayla traced her creamy folds with her fingertips then slipped them inside Sara's mouth.
Smiling at her moan, she added, "Promise me Sara... say it and I'll let you make me cum. That's what you want more than anything right now anyway, isn't it?... to lick my pussy and show me what a good girl you're going to be for me from now on?"
The intoxicating heat and scent emanating from between Kayla's thighs was too much to resist. Whining in frustration she conceded, "Okay, okay... yesss! It is... I promise, I won't cum anymore unless you say!..."
With a soft triumphant chuckle she teased, "Aww, poor girl. Yes Sara, go on... you're allowed now. Make me cum...."
And as Kayla let out a throaty purr of pleasure at the feel of her bff beginning to worship her, she couldn't help but grin and think to herself, "Too bad that neither you nor your boyfriend will be cumming for anytime soon."
And in that moment he finally accepted that any hope he had of resisting her seduction was now completely gone.
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.
And as he began to worship, she lustily purred, "That's a good boy, sweetheart... that's a very good boy..."
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The instant he realized he'd involuntarily reached down in attempt to... take matters into his own hands, so to speak... he realized his mistake. Quickly he placed his hand back on the arm of the chair, desperately hoping that perhaps neither of them had been looking.
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."
And with a wink they resumed, taking their time to ensure that ultimately he'd have all that he could handle to make his decision.
