8:45 – Wake up next to him, he’s laying face down. Butt into him until he spoons me. Nudge him over so he’s on his back with my head on his chest. Once he starts to stir, I give him a hand job.
9:32 – Immediately following completion of the Times crossword, I stroke him off again, then tell him to shower and lock up.
10:22 – My little pet has already started to resist, but of course it’s not his choice! The 45 minute timer went off and I had him come upstairs and remove his boxers. I took the sheath of the cage off, then sat on his face and sucked him dry. Not too dry, hopefully.
11:10 – “You can’t get blood from a stone,” pet says, a few minutes before the timer is set to go off. This time, I take his cage off and tie up his cock. I tease him up with my hands and mouth, then have him mount me from behind. He fucks me hard and, as he cums, starts to laugh and beg for relief. I ask if it’s starting to hurt, and he says yes, he doesn’t like cumming anymore. I wash up and start a new timer, and he says he needs 3 hours, not 45 minutes.
12:06 – “It’s not going to happen,” he says matter-of-factly, lying down on the bed with a frown. I take off the cage and start to tie up his limp cock. “You look how I feel, buddy,” he says to it. I kneel between his spread legs and he starts to stiffen in my hands. I work his cock swiftly, and soon he’s cumming again. Not much comes out, and he says it’s horrible and wonderful, but mostly horrible.
1:00 – He sat on the edge of the bed and I tied up his cock again. Again, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to. He said his cock hurt terribly and there was no pleasure in the stroking. But I know his body better than he does. I brought out the Hitachi with the cock sleeve attachment, slid it onto his dick, and slid it onto his cock. On max, with my hands wrapped around it, sliding it back and forth, I was able to draw another orgasm out of him. Done with the cage for now, as his cock has gotten too sore to use it. His mood is getting a little snippier. Last night he bargained punishments; instead of eating his cum out of my pussy last night, he’s to wear a shock collar for several hours today. If his attitude doesn’t improve, I imagine that will be quite soon.
2:00 – First attempt in which he didn’t orgasm. To be honest, my arms are getting a little tired!
2:57 – Less griping this time, beforehand at least – he fucked me and came in my pussy.
3:53 – Being a benevolent owner, I gave pet the option of giving me an orgasm this round, and he jumped at the chance.
9:30 – After my last orgasm, my 45 minute timers fell by the wayside. Party because petal said he was close to safewording, and partly because when I tried intermittently it didn’t go anywhere. Here’s when I had my second though!
11:30 – Right before we went to sleep, I tied up my pet’s balls, then stroked him. I had him fuck me missionary for a while, but finished him off sitting on his face.
Bend his cock back and masturbate him from behind. In this position he is very vulnerable as both his ass and balls are easily accessible for you. The more you pull his cock back the more he will push his ass out towards you to ease the strain. This position also makes it impossible for him to pump his penis against your hand so you are in full control of what stimuli he receives.
Well hot damn, that’s completely fabulous! I haven’t really done much on mixed sex denial buddies although some of it comes under ‘denial for couples’ but I love this so much. Gotta love you some pegging action.
So you got to cum last night but he had to wait till morning? Nice work!
We have a few strap ons, they are such fun. We use them all kinds of ways, people just envisage them for pegging (girls fucking the guy with it) but using it for male denial is fun and let’s my wife indulge in huge cock play (we have an amazing one called a King Cock this is just devastatingly effective) but my personal favourite is using it to DP (double penetrate) her, dildo in her pussy and my cock in her ass. Nom nom nom.
Wondering how it looks – tumblr supplies our needs…
The very definition of frustration.
Here’s a great article from my favourite male denial blog on how ‘why they love their strap on:
We have the one Jane recommends, it’s great. (Oh and on sale at the moment in the UK site, bonus!)
Do note though, if it’s for a guy to wear you want to buy one with TWO straps that go underneath (and around the thighs), not one, as it needs to go around his cock. The ones with a single strap are for ladies, and useful in that they can be used to hold toys in like a crotch rope does, but bad news if you have sticky outey genitals (I speak from experience).
The first orgasm was just to make her more sensitive for what
was in store, to make sure that when she unsuccessfully attempted to pull her
hips back and away from his touch, she’d fully realise just how helpless she
is. The thought of not being able to pull away once the water was thrashing
against her sex made her body surge with desire even during the afterglow of
her first orgasm. All those times using the shower head in her bathroom to
pleasure herself would pale in comparison to this, to finally be made to push
past those moments of over-sensitivity.
The
minutes it took for him to manoeuvre things into place felt like hours to the
unbearably aroused young woman, fit to bursting with anticipation and dripping
wet, her pussy still tingling from the fingertips that had already lavished it
with so much attention.
Without
warning the streams of water hit like a whip, jets of focused stimulation that
seemed designed just to stimulate and torment all at once. Her gasps could not
be heard over the sound of the water smacking against her sex, slapping hard as
if trying desperately to penetrate that tenderness. To have so much pressure
forcing against her most delicate place should have been painful, yet it was an
indescribable pleasure that teetered along the line of being too much and not
enough at the same time. Whereas when she played in the shower with the faucet,
she could control the force and accuracy to some degree, here she had to endure
an unchanging torrent of power that would not relent, making her both
anticipate and fear how it would feel once she came, her already hypersensitive
clitoris wanting so much more protection from the stimulation. Her hips didn’t
know what they wanted to do, whether to rock up and down to attract the attention
closer to where needed it in a bid for the climax she craved, or whether to try
and pull away and stop the torrent of sensations.
Once the whip-like jets of water focused their attack
more directly on the innermost regions of her sex, the orgasm which was so
slowly building up seemed to leap upon her. Like having her pussy constantly slapped, the sensations were all her mind could maintain any focus on, an unrelenting, pleasure filled, stinging impact that would cause for an orgasm to be the only possible outcome her body could comprehend. Partly due to the strict constraints of her bondage, the orgasm was the most intense she’d ever experienced. To be so wholly immobilized while experiencing sensations of pleasure that made her every muscle tense up, that made her want to curl up and protect her sensitivities, made it all the more agonisingly erotic; it was everything that she’d ever hoped it would be. Of course, the torrent did not cease for a second. Striking her clitoral region like a million thrashing tongues, her thighs strained to conceal herself from the onslaught to no avail. never before had she felt so completely exposed.
More intense than the roughest touch of a lover, the water showed no mercy to her delicate flower. At least when in the shower she could at the very least change the setting on the faucet to give herself a little respite. All she could do here was scream and cry out that she had come, though the man in control of the faucets knew that she wanted so much more. With her legs shaking uncontrollably, she strained against the bonds, both reviling and relishing the captivity as the water continued to wreak havoc against her sex. The problem for her would be that it would take a while for it to truly feel painful, until that time, it would force another few orgasms from her trembling body. From then on, she’d never be able to have a shower without thinking of these moments.
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