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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Just because she'd locked him into chastity and now had complete and total control over his pleasure didn't mean she was insensitive. It didn't mean she didn't care about his needs. It's just that now she had to find new, alternative ways to tend to them.
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..."
And with a smirk of satisfaction on her face, her hips continued their sensual, erotic undulations, gently working him closer toward yet another orgasm that would be denied... leaving even more cum to helplessly recede back into his heavy, aching, blueballs.
Boldly, she slowly, confidently, approached the young man as if he were little more than cornered prey. Finding himself unexpectedly feeling trapped by a woman who he'd never before met, he swallowed hard and gazing up at her tentatively said, "Uhhh... hello?"
"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."
The most exciting summer adventure of his life was about to begin...
"These tits, baby?," she cooed innocently to her date who had now found himself bound to a chair, beads of perspiration forming on his forehead.
"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..."
There was a hint of a smirk on her face at his barely audible gasp when she leaned forward even more, letting her softness press gently against his face. In a mischievous voice she whispered near his ear, "...and it was hot that no matter how hard you tried, you still couldn't help yourself."
She smiled at his soft little whimper of embarrassment. Ever so gently her hips began to roll forward and back, teasing along the outline of his already undeniably obvious arousal now trapped in his pants, provoking a moan of longing from him.
Kissing his ear softly she continued, "It's okay, I wanted you to look. Do you know why?"
"No," he panted, feeling as if the room was beginning to spin.
"Because... I wanted to see you flustered... frazzled...," she whispered, now sucking softly on his ear lobe.
"Oh god...."
"... I wanted to see how well behaved you would be if you became all excited... if I made you hard..."
Smiling at his whimper, she murmured, "You did very well for me... you tried so hard to behave, didn't you?"
Nodding his head, he replied, "I did..."
"Mmm, I know you did, honey," she cooed. Her tongue was now softly tracing and licking his ear, causing his eyes to glaze over and mouth to fall open.
"Do you think you could still be well behaved if I let you could see them?," she whispered. "You wouldn't try to kiss them... or put them in your mouth... without permission, would you?"
Dazed and panting, he assured her, "No, no... I wouldn't. I would behave, I promise!"
Laughing softly, she purred, "We'll see," as she excruciatingly slowly tugged down the lacy fabric, revealing the objects of his desire to his gaze. Teasingly she cupped them, toyed with them, traced circles around her nipples as she watched his clenched lips quiver, his eyes gazing pleadingly.
Leaning forward, she allowed her breasts, her nipples, to begin brushing across his face. Caressing. Teasing. And as she traced her nipples softly back and forth along his lips she whispered, "If you don't behave, I'll have to untie you and send you home. You don't want that, do you sweetie?"
He shook his head vigorously back and forth. "Mmm, very good," she murmured. "But if you do behave... if you are good... I'll keep going..."
Slowly she allowed her alluring, sensual curves to slide down his body until she was on her knees between his legs, also bound to the chair. Tracing slow, lazy circles around the outline of his desperately needy cock she continued, "Would you like that, baby?... for me to keep going?... do you want some more?"
"My god yesss," he groaned. "Please... don't stop... please, keep going..."
Slowly, calmly, she began working on unfastening his pants. Unzipping. As she did, she explained, "Just because I let it out doesn't mean you're allowed to cum. Not unless I give you permission. You realize that, don't you?"
"Oh my god," he groaned. "Okay... yes... I understand."
She tugged his pants and briefs down past his knees, freeing his cock from its fabric prison and allowing it to unfurl. Tracing her fingers along his inner thighs, circling near the base, she purred, "Would you like me to touch it for you? Stroke it?"
"Yesss! Please yes??"
"Will you cum if I do?", she asked innocently.
"No," he groaned with disappointment.
"Mmm, want me to kiss it? Lick it? Want me to let it inside my mouth and show you how good I can make you feel?"
"Yesss... please??"
Blowing soft, gentle streams of warm air across the head, she whispered, "But you won't cum, will you? No matter how hard I make you? No matter how bad you want it? You'll be good and hold back, no matter how close you get, won't you baby?"
Whimpering softly, he agreed, "Yes... I will. I promise..."
Letting out a soft, wicked chuckle, she purred, "Very good. Well then sweetie, in that case... you just sit back and relax. Tonight's the night we get to find out just how good of a boy you can be."
And with a sultry purr, her soft fingers began to tantalizingly tease and swirl along the length of him, coaxing him into what would soon be the most desperate, most agonizing, and most memorable erection he could have ever imagined...
It was working. She could tell. She could see it on his face. Sense it in his behavior.
Although they’d been friends for years there was something noticeably different about the way he looked at her. For the first time since she’d known him she could see nervousness in him when they were together. Awkwardness.
Like suddenly after having known one another for years just being near her was making him flustered and tongue tied.
If only she’d have known how receptive his mind was to hers, how easily she could slip into his head and manipulate his dreams she’d have done it ages ago.
God, it was so hot.
*********
It made no sense to him. Why was this happening? He’d been friends with her for years and now he was having dreams about her?
And not just any dreams. Hot dreams. Sexy dreams. Erotic dreams. Dreams that would cause him to wake up in a sweat, rock hard, aching for relief.
And then two nights ago, he’d woken up hearing himself moaning her name, sheets wet, and cock spent.
What was happening to him? Whatever it was he needed to get himself together. Tonight he was going to her apartment, their typical ‘Netflix and chill’ evening.
The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel uncomfortable by revealing to her that while she no doubt still simply viewed him as a friend he couldn’t get her out of his head, his mind now seemingly constantly thinking about and fantasizing of her.
**********
Tonight was the night. It was time to reap the rewards of her success.
Her mental manipulations of his mind had worked to perfection. She could tell. Her sweet, platonic friend was now like a nervous schoolboy around her. It was glorious.
She checked herself in the mirror one last time before his arrival. A little extra perfume. A little more cleavage. A little more thigh. She smiled to herself. This poor man would have no chance.
********
When he arrived that night he stopped in his tracks at the door when she greeted him to invite him inside.
“Hi sweetie!” Then fighting back a smirk at the look of disbelief on his face she Innocently asked, “Everything okay?”
His mind was reeling. How was this possible?? His mouth fell open as he gazed at her. Not only was she dressed more provocatively than normal, but it was exactly the same attire she’d been wearing in his dream several nights earlier.
The dream that was so hot he’d woken up moaning her name….
The dream that felt so realistic he’d cum in his sleep….
The dream where he’d been at her apartment to watch Netflix… only to ultimately find himself kneeling before her, hands bound behind his back, his mouth worshiping her silky folds to orgasm after orgasm while his achingly hard cock wept with need.
That dream.
“Uhhh….yeah. Sure, fine,” he answered when he broke free from his haze.
“Well come in, silly!,” she giggled. This was priceless. He was a mess and had yet to even step inside.
Moments later he found himself sitting on her couch with her snuggled into him, just like they’d done countless times before. Except, this felt nothing like any of those other times to him.
“Here, you pick tonight,” she said, handing him the remote.
He felt a wave of dizziness pass through him as she shifted closer. Her soft breasts pressing against his arm… her short denim skirt riding up her shapely thigh… her sensual perfume making him lightheaded.
He felt like he could barely breathe… like he was burning up… like the room was spinning.
She watched with delight at the way his hand trembled, the way he struggled to even select a movie. When he finally succeeded she softly purred, “Nice,” taking the remote back and setting it aside.
Leaning in closer, letting her fingertips trace through his hair just above his ear, she softly asked, “Are you good, sweetie? Can I get you anything before we get all comfy?”
She had to fight back a chuckle at the quiver in his voice when he replied, “All good…”
“Mmm, good… me too,” she purred.
After snuggling in she let her hand rest casually on his thigh, her fingers stroking and caressing ever so subtly. She smirked to herself, reveling at how she could already see the outline of his cock stiffening with need beneath the fabric of his shorts.
With the movie now beginning to play, her prey backed into the corner by her soft curves, she was whirring with lust and anticipation. In a husky voice she murmured, “Mmm, this feels perfect. I’ve been looking forward to this all week… we’re going to have so much fun tonight.”
And with a wicked smirk on her face, her gently teasing hand began to creep excruciatingly slowly up his thigh…..
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The frustration on his face was so tormented, so helpless, she couldn't help but laugh softly.
"Isn't it ironic, sweetie? How much more difficult it is for you this way?," she teased in a soft voice. "When I spread you out but don't even bother to tie you down? When I leave it entirely up to you to lie perfectly still for me so I can do as I please with you?"
"Fuckkk...," he whimpered into her hand that was now muffling his pleas for mercy. But as frustrating as it was to have his pleas silenced it was her other hand that was slowly but surely driving him into a state of utter madness.
The hand that was causing him to become completely undone...
The hand that was causing him to slowly, helplessly, break before her eyes...
The hand that was subjecting him to the most maddening, lightest, most delicate sensations that had him searing with pleasure yet were never quite enough to give him release.
He could just barely feel the way her hand encircled him so lightly, just barely touching his cock. By now it was feverishly hot, achingly hard, and pitifully weeping tears of longing.
The way it moved so slowly, so softly, gentle little squeezes, almost imperceptibly delicate caresses... pleasure more delicate and intense than the male body was designed to withstand.
Pleasure so intense it had crossed over the line from pleasure to excruciatingly erotic torment.
And his instructions were clear. Any movement he made, involuntary or not, would cause her hand to pull away. To leave him simmering in frustration.
As hard as he tried, as desperately as he wanted to 'be her good boy', eventually it was always too much. The need too strong. The need for release more than he could bear.
His body would eventually break. Hips thrusting or writhing. Anything to hopefully find a way to give his cock its much needed release.
And that's when her hand would pull away, denying him even those most delicate of sensations. Leaving him to drip and quiver in frustration, thinking about how next time when she eventually resumed she would somehow make his need to cum even more unbearable.
She smiled as he whimpered into her hand, apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm trying so hard... I... I can't help it..."
Reassuringly, she cooed, "Shhh, it's ok. I know baby, I know that you are. I'm not upset. I bet you wish I'd tie you down though, don't you?"
"Please! Yes, please do it!"
Laughing she said, "I don't think so, this is more fun for me. Let's just try it this way again."
And with that her hand encircled his cock with a feathery light grip and resumed its excruciatingly slow strokes...
She smiled at his groan when she guided his tentative hands to the exquisite swells of her breasts.
"Like them, baby?", she purred teasingly.
"Yes..."
"They're big, aren't they?..."
"Yesss..."
"And soft..."
"Yessss..."
He gasped softly in surprise when he felt her suddenly remove his hands from her tits and pin them down above his head. Leaning forward so that they now hovered just above him she teased, "Want them, baby? Want me to let you have them in your mouth?"
"God yessss, so much..." he groaned.
He then heard a clicking sound and realized she'd slipped his hands into a pair of cuffs and he was now bound to her bed.
"I bet you do," she murmured in a taunting chuckle.
As she teased his senses by brushing them softly against his face, grazing them along his lips only to pull away evasively when he tried to reach them, she purred, "We'll see sweetheart, we'll see..."
Smirking wickedly at the sight of him desperately straining toward them, she cooed, "Aww, look at you... they're so close, huh baby?... keep trying honey, you're almost there..."
"C'mon baby, come with me," she'd said a moment earlier, extending her hand to him in invitation.
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?"
Suppressing a giggle at his whimper, she added, "Which do you love the most, baby?"
Few things had such a profound, immediate impact on her as that lost, helpless look in his eyes when he'd reached the point he felt as if he was left with no choice but to seek out the comfort of her arms...
The quiver in his voice as he submissively confessed the depth of his longing to her...
And the shameless way in which he pleaded for the mercy of a release.
Drawing him near, her fingers raked through his hair as she was overwhelmed with a sense of power and lust...
"Yeah?," she purred softly, the warmth of her breath on his neck making him quiver. "Is it that bad, baby? Are you aching for me? Would you like me to make you cum today?"
"Yesss.... my god, please??", he nearly sobbed.
With a wicked smirk on her face and her lips softly kissing his neck, she murmured, "Oh honey, you poor thing. Keep going, tell me more... tell me how badly you're aching... how desperate you are to cum..."
Chuckling softly at his whimper, she huskily whispered in his ear, "Tell me everything, baby. Who knows, maybe you might just convince me?"
And as his pitiful, broken stream of words began to flow her hand descended and began softly teasing the outline of his achingly desperate cock, her voice sweetly encouraging, "That's it, sweetie... you're doing wonderfully... tell me how badly you want it..."
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The moment she completed securing the final restraint... the one that rendered this man spread, bound, and helpless... she felt that familiar intoxicating rush of lust and power.
Her gaze instinctively went to his cock that was now not only defenseless and at her mercy, but was already beginning to stiffen, as if already surrendering to her will.
She purred with arousal at the way his body instinctively pulled against the restraints, testing their strength... then smiled softly as she could see his yet to be touched cock stiffening even more as he began to understand the reality of his helplessness.
Men like this were who absolute favorites.
Men who had submissive tendencies yet had never before felt the control of a sensually dominant woman...
Men who had never before experienced the sensation of their bodies being spread and bound...
Men who had never before found themselves in a position where their pleasure, their release, was now completely out of their control and at the mercy of a woman intent on breaking them with pleasure and frustration.
"You like it, don't you?," she murmured in a soft, yet seductively taunting voice. "Being tied up... knowing I can do as I please with you and there's nothing you can do to stop me..."
"Oh god..."
She laughed softly, her nails raking along one of his legs as she began slowly prowling along his body... her mouth teasing the other with soft kisses.
"Your cock's already getting hard for me and I've not even touched it," she teased. "Imagine how hard it will be for me when I finally do..."
Purring at his whimper she began delicately caressing, gently kissing, along his inner thighs... his hips... so close to his cock that his body began to quiver and he began softly moaning.
"Your body is going to tell me everything," she mumured. "You won't be able to keep anything from me... I'm going to explore every inch of your body... study ever quiver, every tremble, every whimper..."
His mouth had already fallen open, mind reeling as he panted with arousal.
"... and by the time I've finished exploring, your body will have confessed all of your secrets to me... every weakness, every vulnerability, every little spot I can use to drive you absolutely insane with pleasure..."
"Oh... my... god....", his hips writhing, cock searching for a way to come in contact with her hand. Her mouth. Her arm. Anything.
Smiling, she teased, "I know baby, it wants to be touched so bad, doesn't it? But it can only have what want it to have... and right now, I want it to wait... I want it to ache..."
Carefully avoiding contact with his pleading erection, she moved up his body. Licking his nipples softly, she purred, "What about here? Does this spot make your cock get harder?"
Glancing down his body she smiled at the way his cock twitched. "Mmm, it does, doesn't it?", she teased.
Kissing her way higher she began seductively kissing and licking his neck. "And how about here, sweetheart? Does this make your cock get harder?"
She chuckled at his whimper and glanced down his body. "Oooh, that makes your cock get really hard, doesn't it?," she teased. "I bet it wishes it could be licked like that, hmm?"
"My god...," he panted, in disbelief at how he could possibly be this turned on, this desperate, and his cock had yet to even be touched.
Moving further still, she gently turned his head to the side, then her soft, warm mouth descended gently on his ear. Kissing. Licking. Sucking. Teasing.
His eyes rolled back, body jerked against his bonds, and he emitted a groan that filled the room.
"I don't even have to look, do I baby?," she teased with a chuckle, her tongue softly swirling along his ear. "You poor thing, you have no idea how hard I'm about to make your cock..."
"Oh god...."
"Or how badly I'm going to make you want to cum..."
"Please???....," he begged.
Laughing softly, she teased, "Sweetie, I've not even started yet. You should save those... you're going to need every last one of them..."
And with a wicked chuckle she began to slowly, seductively, descend down his bound, trembling body...
"I know, right?," she said with mock sympathy as she watched his powerful arms strain uselessly against the restraints. "Crazy, isn't it? So simple yet so strong, huh? There's absolutely no way you can get out of them, is there baby?"
She smiled at his soft groan, purring, "Pity that we forgot to take off your underwear first though, isn't it? I don't see any way at all that we can get them off now, do you?"
Teasingly she traced her gloved hand along the outline of his cock, smirking as it began to stiffen and strain even more against the fabric.
"Hey, I have an idea that would be fun," she said. "How about we see how excited we can get you while it's trapped inside? It would be so sexy to watch it keep getting harder and harder... trying so hard to get out... wanting to be touched so bad...."
"Oh god," he whimpered softly.
Leaning in, her soft tongue and warm breath teased his ear as she whispered, "Think I can do that, baby?... hmm?.... do you think I can get you so excited that your poor cock will get your underwear all messy with precum while it struggles to escape?.... hmm, do you?..."
"Oh my god... baby... please...," he begged.
Laughing softly she teased, "I think I can, let's find out though, shall we?"
Her lips then descended slowly down his neck... kissing, nibbling, licking... until she reached his nipple.
She smiled at his whimper as her tongue slowly circled it, purring, "Deep breaths baby, this is about to get really, really fun..."
And with that her mouth descended upon it.... sensually teasing, kissing, licking, sucking... while her hand teased all around the outline of his trapped erection.
She smiled at the sounds of his whimpers as his cock strained more and more, spots of precum beginning to adorn the white fabric. Laughing softly, she murmured, "Oooh, I think it's working baby, what do you think?"
Bound as he was in this oh so antiquated, yet oh so effective bondage device all he could do was stare up at the ceiling, his hips thrusting and squirming as much as the devious device would allow.
The woman perched calmly on a stool before him had been working him calmly, slowly and patiently for nearly an hour. With her sensual arsenal at her fingertips, including an assortment of feathers, delicate brushes, and silk scarves, she had been teasing and tantalizing his steely hard erection and quivering balls with nothing but the lightest and most delicate of sensations.
To say that the gentle, inescapable pleasures were slowly but surely wearing on him and driving him to a state of utter desperation for release would be quite the understatement. She smiled softly with satisfaction at the way his moans… his pleas… his begging… became more desperate and shameless with each passing minute.
With his cock now helplessly engorged… quivering…. dripping… he was so frustrated he felt as if he would break down if he didn’t cum soon, or at least mercifully be allowed the satisfaction of feeling her hand wrap around him and give him the full, firm, rhythmic strokes he ached to feel.
“My god please?? I cant take this anymore….. please, let me cum?? At least stroke me?? Something?? Anything?? My god I’m begging you…. please?? You’re making me crazy!….”
She fought back a chuckle, paused, and in a sweet, concerned voice purred, “My, my, my…. such a fuss you’re making. I don’t understand…. whatever could possibly have you so worked up like this? Sweetie, I can’t possibly be hurting you, can I?….”
She paused ever so briefly, then as she traced one feather slowly along the length of his swollen cock and teased the tip of another along his cum-filled balls, she innocently cooed, “…. I mean, after all…… I’m barely even touching you at all, baby.”
He can remember the first time he'd heard her utter those words to him. Just thinking about that moment still sends shudders and dizzying waves of submissiveness through him.
They'd been sitting on her couch for hours and he was reeling from the hottest, steamiest, most erotic makeout session imaginable.
Deep soft kisses... her mouth sensually ravishing his neck... her tongue swirling and teasing his ear.
And most maddeningly her soft hand wrapped gently around his cock... teasing it... stroking it... petting it... keeping it agonizingly hard and aroused yet not letting him cum.
And it was then when he heard her voice whisper in his ear, "With most boys I'd have already made them cum two... three... four times by now. But, you're not like most boys, are you, sweetie?"
She'd laughed softly at his whimper, continuing to murmur in his ear, "Of course you're not baby. Boys like you don't cum, do they? They ache... they suffer... they don't release their cum, do they?..."
"Oh god...," he'd groaned.
"No, of course they don't, not boys like you," she'd continued. "They let their cum build and build... letting their balls get fuller, and heavier, achier... while their cock stays hard, desperate, and drippy..."
Sensing he was again on the brink of orgasm she pulled her hand back once more, leaving him to whimper in frustration as his once again abandoned, untouched cock was left just short of cumming.
"That's what happens to boys like you, isn't it?," she'd whispered. "They don't get to cum, do they?... they're not allowed... they don't get to make those kinds of decisions on their own... they need someone to do it for them... boys like you need someone to give them permission, don't they?"
She paused, then in a wickedly taunting voice purred, "...and I haven't given you permission, have I baby?"
"No," he'd panted, nearly breathless.
"That's right sweetie, I haven't... so you can't cum, you're not allowed. Most boys can cum whenever they want, but not you... you have to wait... you need to be patient... you need to be kept nice and close... boys like you don't get to cum... they get to be left aching to cum all the time, huh?"
Her fingers resumed just barely touching his cock... feathery light... barely even perceptible... yet in in his excruciatingly desperate condition it was enough to make him want to cum so badly he nearly started to cry.
She smiled softly at his agonized desperation, touched her lips to his ear and whispered, "It's ok honey, don't feel bad. I don't like most boys anyway... its boys like you who are my favorite."
She was fascinated by his behavior, like even though he obviously knew this was his fifth day in chastity clearly his body had not yet accepted the reality of his situation.
So as she caressed his back softly, gently, soothingly, she murmured, "Does that help, baby? Does that make it better for you when you grind your cage against me? Does that feel good for you?"
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"Oh honey, I know it aches... it's been so long for you, hasn't it? You want to cum so bad..."
Her voice was sweet and sympathetic, the expression of need on this trembling man's face so adorably desperate and helpless she couldn't help but drip with arousal.
"C'mere baby," she cooed, drawing him near, cradling him into the warm, perfumed softness of her breasts.
She smiled with delight at his muffled whimper of frustration, pulling him closer still so that his senses were overwhelmed by her softness.
"It'll be ok, sweetie," she murmured. "Just relax... breathe... I bet your ache will start going away any minute now."
And even as her words were being spoken her breasts thrust forward gently, her hands raking along his scalp, holding him captive, ensuring her prey had no escape from her sensual web.
It’s a powerful hypnotic spell….the neck kiss. No one can resist. No one is immune.
Her warm lips grazing up his neck. Her hand firmly over his heart pulling him back into her embrace. He is keenly aware of both the softness of her breasts as well as the tautness of her nipples pressing against him. She starts with small quick light kisses. Progresses to long lazy licks savoring his salty skin. She purrs with an occasional soft moan, mirroring him, his own uninhibited natural responses.
His head rolls back. His eyes close. He inhales her scent, mesmerized by her caresses. Reaching his ear she teasingly nibbles his lobe, using the suction of her mouth to pull him in deeper. Flicking her wet tongue in and out of his ear. Tongue fucking him gently, yet planting an image of more to come. Always more to come. Then she whispers, low and seductively, all the nasty dirty things he is going to do for her tonight, she is going to do to him tonight. And there is nothing he can do now to save himself. He will do anything she asks.
She smiles softly to herself as she reaches down for the length of rope, securing first one wrist and then the other. After which she returns to the kissing, the licking, and the seductive words before she reaches for the second length of rope and begins to bind his straining cock and heavy balls.
There will be more to come she promises quietly. After all, she has all night and he is not going anywhere anytime soon.
