Since Oliver’s dick is locked up he no longer is able to play with it or jerk off in the shower. His penis was locked up to keep him from excessively jerking off and having orgasms when ever he wants. The metal cage his cock is locked it no longer allows his penis to become erect, be seen, touched or allow him to jerk off. The cage will remain locked on indefinitely forcing Oliver to get used to living locked in chastity at all times.
It took a while before he accepted his fate. Look at him. He wasn’t used to be chaste. Young, fit, cocky…I cannot say that it wasn’t a pleasure to tell him, he’ll be locked in chastity permanently.
I still remember his eyes, full of disbelief and also anger, as he was tied to the bed, unable to break free and with nothing more than his ability to protest. I even took that from him as I gagged him with one of my favourite toys: a nice penis gag. I told him, since he won’t feel his own erection ever again, he certainly don’t want to miss the oppotunitiy to feel something hard inside his body…even if it’s just a toy. He didn’t see it that way in that moment…but it didn’t matter.
I explained every little step to him, as he was forced to suck and gag on the silicon penis locked in his mouth while he desperately pulled against his bonds. I explained him why boys like him have to stay chaste. I explained, that the true nature of a man and boy is shown after some time of horniness. And I told him, he’ll soon feel something he never would have thought of.
It took more than a few days. He had a strong spirit and I had to be careful. Sometimes he wasn’t easy to deal with and unfortunately I had to remind him quiet often in the beginning to his status as my permanently locked boy.
But every second was worth it.
He’s absolutely calm now. He has accepted the fact that he’ll never be free again and even better: he learned to receive pleasure like all good boys do. He realized that his true inner nature causes him to receive pleasure by providing it to men. In my lucky case…to me.
I don’t worry at all anymore. He has accepted his place and even learned to love it. Of course his horniness drives him crazy sometimes. But he doesn’t complain anymore. He just uses it to increase his skills to please.
He has become the perfect example of a good boy: Horny. Needy. Submissive and willing to please.
Tied so tight that your legs quiver at the tension.
So horny after weeks of edging that the lightest stroke of the cane over your slave-smooth slit has you convulsing with desire.
This is where I want you.
So close, and yet so helpless to proceed.
No will that matters, your aching cunt is all you can focus on, and earning the reward of release.
As a painslut, you thought being offered the chance to have your pussy caned would be an excuse to cum… After all, we both know you couldn’t hold back from a good cunt beating.
But I’m not a monster. I couldn’t allow you to fail when you’ve worked so hard to be in the state that you know I want you in.
No, I couldn’t do that to you.
So this is me. Caning your cunt.
This is all you’re going to get, for the next hour.
After that, I’m going to lie between your helpless thighs, gazing at the puddle of juice you’ve leaked onto the bed, and paint that slippery nectar directly onto the head of your clit with a makeup brush.
When you can no longer form words, when you are completely blank, when your brain has departed and only the animal within remains.
Restrained. Hands tied. You are vulnerable and helpless. You have nowhere to go. What do you want? You want to cum. How much do you want it? Very much so. Beg for it, let me feel how much you want it, make me believe you need it, before I change my mind and leave you in limbo.
“Please… I want to… I need to…”
He continued edging her, vibrator moving from just almost tipping her over the edge and being moved away as her body arched towards what was there.
“Please master?”
“What do you want?”
“I want to come please!”
“You don’t sound convincing enough”
And he kept this up for another hour, bringing her closer and closer. The longer he edged, the more maddeningly close she got, until…
“PLEASE!! Please I need to come master!” She screamed. Her head was shaking back and forth. Ah, that’s how he knew she really was desperate, what he was waiting for.
“Nobody needs to come my pet, but you’ve convinced me.”
He applied the vibrator back to her most pleasurable area.
She relaxed in pleasure, and as the pleasure built she clenched, ready to let go at last.
“Pet, you did so well in making me believe you really wanted to come.”
“Mm…” She smiled and moaned.
“But I never said I would let you finish afterwards.”
He left her at the edge again.
“No! Please!!” She writhed and pulled, knowing her actions would get her nowhere.
“Please master!!” Her body strained in seemingly every direction at once as she got the closest she could, after truly believing the time was near.
He smiled.
“NOW you are desperate, just where we like you. Good girl, let’s keep this up until I’m ready to sleep.”
I know it’s been a long time since you’ve cum. That’s why I’m doing this. Whilst you suck my cock, I’ll edge you over and over again. I know it’s frustrating and we do this everyday. But today I’ll push you over the edge when I cum in your mouth. A ruined orgasm should hold you for a little while.
The dial of the Sybian controller had been like the combination lock on a safe, but eventually she found it…the level of vibration needed to keep her close enough to the edge, but never to orgasm. Hours later, she was a shivering mess of frustrated need. That will teach her for cheating on her mistress.
She’d seen the ad on the noticeboard, ‘Clinical trial volunteers wanted, $1,000 a week, accommodation provided’.
Better than being stuck at home this vacation she thought, as she went online to fill out the forms. The pictures of the accommodation looked nice, finally she could catch up on all that reading she was behind on and get paid to do it!
A couple of hours after arriving, extra paperwork and NDA forms signed, she was sat with the unreasonably handsome doctor, as he put the pill box on the table. She listened attentively as he explained it was like Viagra, but for women. That part of it was working very well, almost too well, it was going to make her incredibly horny, more aroused than she’d ever knew possible. But there was a problem, that these trials were hoping to resolve. Somehow it blocked the ability to climax, you could get right to the edge, but no matter how good it felt, that final release was prevented.
Clearly this was a major problem so this trial was to see if anything could get past that orgasm block.
He opened the pill box and put the little pink tablet on the table. She paused for a moment, knowing there was no going back once she took it, but his charming smile convinced her to reach over and pop it in her mouth. ‘Good girl’ he purred.
Because the clinical trial required strict controls, he explained, they’d have to restrict her ability to stimulate herself, . In fact she already thought she felt the effects and had been looking forward to touching herself as soon as she got back to her room.
Chastity belts were a little archaic, she was told, so they’d devised something simpler. Two young nurses came in and he asked her to take her top off and stretch out her arms. Confused, but intrigued, she complied, and watched the nurses roll a purple sleeve up each outstretched arm, her fingers and thumbs extending from the end like some fingerless glove. It felt oddly warm for a few seconds and then she cried out in surprise when she found she couldn’t bend her arms at all.
‘Simple isn’t it, you’ll find with a straight arm you simply can’t effectively masturbate’, he smiled. ‘Of course it restricts the ability to eat and and, umm, use the toilet too but don’t worry, your nurses will do those things for you now’.
The first day she was pretty much left to her own devices. Not that she could really do anything. Her clinically plain room was devoid of all surfaces she’d hoped to rub herself against in her attempts to alleviate the now growing need between her legs. Even the bed was sunk into the floor to deny her the mattress edge.
She discovered that her Kindle had been replaced, and all her planned reading material gone, in it’s place erotic books without number. And the television, she already knew after just a few channel hops, 200 of them, every one of them porn, from soft to catering to kinks she’d never even heard of.
But in all honesty it was hard to be upset. The pill was already having its effect, the ache between her legs had turned into a raging inferno of need, her vain attempts to grind against her encased wrist doing nothing but making it worse.
It was the longest day, and having to ask for help to go to the toilet was the hardest part. The nurse came and removed her panties,and hugely embarrassingly, inspected them, and then put them in specimen bag. She could feel how slick the paper was as she was wiped and when the nurse ‘accidentally’ rubbed the paper over her inflamed clitoris it made her gasp. But it was the cupboard stacked from top to bottom with more pairs of clean white panties that she couldn’t get out of her mind as she tried to sleep.
She awoke in a puddle of her own juices, having to call for help just to get up with these stupid arm sleeves, but she knew they were right, were it not for the fact she had to virtually dislocate her arm even to touch, she’d have been masturbating as much as she could, the pill was still working it seemed.
Morning ablutions finished (with help), she was led to a room simply labelled ‘Testing Room 12′. Inside, a gynaecological chair with an array of equipment around it. The burning need between her legs caused her to throw her usual caution to the wind, as she begged for them to do something to help, The doctor responded by stripping her and sitting her on the chair, everything exposed, and explained the device as he placed monitor patches on her skin.
It would suck on her clit, varying speed and strength, to try and find the best combination to pleasure her. And OH the relief when he put it on, it felt so good, better than any vibe, any mouth, anything she’d ever felt. All that tension ebbing away as the pleasure built and built and then, torment. Right on the edge, that release so close and yet, unreachable. The pleasure just kept coming, wave after wave, finally she begged for them to turn it down but as soon as they did she begged for it to begin again.
The rest of the day was a blur of tortuous pleasure, the doctor taking meticulous notes from all the readings. He’d given up trying to get verbal feedback from her early on, he seemed to expect that. The nurses, giving her drinks and food sachets, and wiping up, always wiping the mess she was producing on the chair.
At one point one of the nurses leaned in close and whispered, ‘I’m so sorry, they shouldn’t be allowed to do this’.
The worst part of it though, was simply when they stopped. No matter how intense it had been, how frustrating being on the edge with relief, the need it left her with when there was no stimulation was unbearable. She begged them to put it back on her, but was told she’d be sore anyway, no more today. She barely slept that night, grinding into her soft pillow was the only tiny release she could find, the nurse on duty took the pillow away after she’d watched her do it for a couple of hours.
The next day they introduced the nipple pumps, which, incredibly, made the need for stimulation even greater. They let her cry for 20 minutes before they attached the clit pump she had been begging for.
The following day ‘the penetrator’ was added, a half day of just that, lubricated by the nurses, not that she needed it. They’d had to put her on a drip as she simply couldn’t drink enough water to replace what she was leaking day and night. Then the other pumps were added, and it wasn’t long before she was on the edge, the only place where she felt any kind of relief, despite the insatiable need to orgasm, she could find a peace there denied her anywhere else.
It was only on day five when perhaps her only coherent thought of the day was to ask why she’d not taken any more pills. She was still trying to process the answer she’d been given, that ‘another problem’ with the drug was it only stopped working when a user had an orgasm.
‘But, but I can’t cum, nothing works!’
‘We’re trying our best, we still have lots of things to try’ he assured her.
But come day seven, when she was due to leave, he broke the news, ‘It would be medically irresponsible to allow you to leave now, I’m sorry. But we just can’t let you go until we’ve made you orgasm.
That was five weeks ago. Her parents had made the long trip to see her, threatening to sue the trial company for her condition. It wasn’t the bullet-proof contract that put them off, but their daughter’s desperate pleas. She wanted this, it was okay, she was, happy. The fact she’d refused to be disconnected from the machine even when they visited, talked to her, shocked even the doctor. But that’s how she wanted it, she was attached full time now, she couldn’t bear even a minute away from the machine, ‘her lover’ she jokingly called it now.
And she’d miss her friends if she left. They’d moved her to the ward where 11 other women shared her experience. They didn’t talk much, they didn’t need to but they seemed to enjoy the soft moans and occasional sobs of the others.
Occasionally their cries would seem to merge, lifting together, a tortured melody of unrelenting pleasure, all living in hope that perhaps one day, one of them, would cum.
Em made a vague noise, a shuddering, gasping squeal. It sounded vaguely affirmative, she thought. She clenched the bedsheets, knuckles white.
She and Teddy had been playing with teasing and orgasm denial lately. It had been… intense. It hadn’t felt like much the first few days. So Em didn’t get herself off, big deal. Not like she did that daily anyway.
She’d given Teddy a blowjob, but he hadn’t reciprocated. He wanted to try building up, not letting her cum for a while, see how it felt. Em wasn’t totally on board at first – she liked getting off, after all. Who didn’t? But it sounded interesting and sort of kinky, so she gave it a shot.
After the first few days were sort of boring, Teddy had introduced edging. Em played with herself once a day, getting right to the razor’s edge of cumming, and then stopped. That was a challenge. She absolutely hated the first time. It felt painful – like, actual physical pain – to stop. But gradually, the need subsided, and left her with a low-grade lust burning in the back of her mind.
Okay, she thought then, I think I get it.
From there, it just got worse. Teddy had her edge every day, then multiple times a day. After a week, she spent pretty much every private moment with her hands in her panties, squirming and dripping and biting her lips.
But she didn’t cum. She held out. Once or twice part of her tried to cheat, tried to “accidentally” hold on just a little too long. But some other part of her would flex its grip, pull her forcibly away, and the orgasm she was so desperate for would slip through her fingers.
Ten days in, Em was a mess. She couldn’t focus, couldn’t hold a conversation. She sucked Teddy off twice a day, at least. She couldn’t stop thinking about his cock. What she really wanted was to have it between her legs, pounding her mercilessly, riding her through orgasm after orgasm, hours at a time. Letting him fuck her face was a poor substitute, but it was the best she had.
Finally, after two weeks of not being allowed to cum, Teddy told her to strip. Em did it immediately. She didn’t question Teddy anymore. She couldn’t think straight enough to even try. He laid her down, spread her legs, and teased her lips with his cockhead. She mewled, trying to slide herself down onto him, but he held her back.
“Don’t cum,” he told her, and he slid into her.
She gasped. She cried out. She shivered and shook and squeezed her fists until her knuckles popped. But somehow, somehow, she didn’t cum.
He started rocking back and forth, slowly and steadily fucking her.
“Don’t cum,” he said again.
Em felt her eyes widen, her mouth moving soundlessly. Her mind was blank. There wasn’t room for anything. Teddy’s cock had shoved everything else out. She was getting fucked, and she couldn’t cum. That was the beginning and the end of her consciousness.
Faster now, deeper. Em felt her body bouncing as Teddy built up speed.
“Don’t cum,” he repeated, his voice strained.
Em was going crazy. Her mind was going to snap. How was she not cumming? She was so far beyond her own limits now, it didn’t make sense. It didn’t matter anymore if she wanted to cum or not. She couldn’t stop it. But still, it didn’t happen. Teddy told her not to cum, and she didn’t.
He thrust into her fast, hard. Quick and shallow. Em was mindless, aware only of Teddy’s cock.
“I’m fucking your brains out,” he said.
Em could only blink, barely able to process his words.
“If you cum, you’re going to burn out your mind,” he told her. His voice was thick and rough, and he was panting. Sweat dripped down his chest. “It’ll make you dumb. You won’t be able to think.”
Em couldn’t think.
“You’ll be stuck this way,” he said as he fucked her. “A cock-crazed bimbo. Do you want that?”
Em made a noise. It might have been close to words. Probably not.
“That’s what’s going to happen if you cum. Do you want to cum, Em?”
Em whimpered. Every atom of her body tensed, tried to scream yes.
“Do you want to cum?”
Bedsheets in her fists, she gasped, trying desperately to assent. She’d give up her mind to cum. She’d give up everything. There was nothing left of her – she was just a raw, wet, trembling bundle of need.
”Cum,” Teddy grunted. Em could feel him cumming inside her and suddenly, everything opened up. She felt all the pressure break away, and she was cumming, cumming, so much so strong all at once, flooding her. It rose up, submerged her, drowned her. She was carried away on the force of it and she didn’t fight, couldn’t fight, there was nothing at all but this moment that went on forever. She could feel her mind crumble into dust, and the dust was washed away, and then her mind was gone forever. She was cumming, and nothing else mattered, and nothing else existed.
She knew she’d never think for herself again, and that was the last thought she had.
And that’s when it happened. You started to beg to cum.
You had begged before but not like this. This was different. It was all too much. The lack of sleep, the teasing, the thought of someone else cumming. You had broke and started to truly beg for the first time.
Always before you had begged because you had wanted to cum, but it wasn’t because you felt like you had too. You had not begged at all so far in the engagement and asked to cum simply because you knew what that would mean. Sometimes you questioned that. Would I break off the engagement? Would I just reset the clock and just push everything back 6 months? What would happen?
You honestly didn’t think I would leave you. Even now that I was with another girl you felt like my special little one. But what if you were just being fooled? I mean, what if I was just doing this to you and was going to break you and make you cum, then push back the date six months, and then do the same again, and so on for years? If you gave in now would you be able to hold out next time? Would he ever let you actually hold out? What if he was in that hotel room right now telling Nicole what he was doing to you? Maybe they were laughing at you right now as they watched and were taking bets on how long you’d last. If you came now you’d never know…but would they let you? I mean it really seemed like they were bent on breaking you. How much longer could you hold out like this? How long would they go the next time? Would he make you go without sleep and constant stimulation for a week? And if you did that would it last two until you finally broke and he just did it all again…and that’s when you started to beg. Beg and cry and shake.
“Please make me cum. Please, Please oh God I just need to cum. Please make me. Please I can’t take it. Please…and you opened your legs wider to her mouth and pushed your pussy up against it.
She pulled away and kneeled between your legs looking at you.
“Hold your pussy lips open.”
You did as the nameless girl asked.
“Rub your clit.” she demanded.
You lightly stroked it but stopped right away.
“Don’t stop, keep rubbing it.” She demanded, in an even more direct voice.
“No I can’t, I’ll cum.” You pleaded.
“Isn’t that what you were just begging me for?” came her reply. “Do it yourself.” “If you want to cum all you have to do is rub your clit a couple of times and you’ll cum.”
“I don’t want to, I want to be good….”
She leaned forward and whispered to you “I won’t tell.” “I won’t say a word.” “I want to watch you cum and see you wiggle on the floor” she whispered in your ear.
You froze. Did she mean it? Would she really not tell? It didn’t matter. You’d tell. Yes they would probably watch the video that was being made of you right but even that didn’t matter. You couldn’t deceive him like that. You’d tell him. “I can’t…”
“Up to you,…for now you won’t get another chance….” she lifted herself in a smooth motion and moved across the room to the entry table. From the drawer she produced a set of white cuffs and a few other items. You laid there as you felt each cuff buckled around your wrist; your hands laying listless at your side as your body still trembled and little earthquakes of impending orgasm continued to shake you. You felt the cold of a steel bar slid under your back and felt the click as she snapped each hand to opposite ends. She folded first your right leg, back against itself looping the rope over then finishing it by tying it snugly to the loop on the steel bar forcing your leg open. Then she repeated the same with your right. Finally she tied each of your big toes out to the cuffs making sure they were snug and that they pulling you open wide. As she did this your body continued to buck, now against the restraints.
All the while you could hear her breath evenly as if this was a meditation for her. You were still in a state of shock, and arousal. So sensitive that even the cool breeze from the air conditioning seemed like it might push you over the edge. You heard her shift, her beautiful body coming back into your view as she stood between your legs and admired her work. Then she crouched down and held something up for you to see. It was a brush. A small water color brush that looked just like the ones you had used as a child.
“Now that I’ve broken you, I get my reward.” “Do you know what my reward is?” she said in a way that made you sure that you shouldn’t answer and that you must at the same time.
“No” you stammered out as another wave of near orgasm shock pulsed through your body.
“My reward is that I get to use this little thing on you.” she smiled as she let the very tip of the brush move across the hood to your clitoris.
Your body shook. It was too much and it was not enough. Lights exploded and your breath caught as you clenched. It was only a light brush and not even directly on your clit but your body was so open and broken. Your mind the same. Nothing was left, no area was left that couldn’t be touched.
“And with this little thing, I’m going to break you again…but worse.” She seemed gleeful in her response. “Worse because this time what I’m going to do to you” ..you felt another light brush to the side of your clit and your body rock as pleasure coursed through..”Well, I’m going to make it so that you forget ever not wanting to cum…that’s why your tied up.” “This time I’m going to push you so hard” ..another light brush just over the entrance to your pussy that some how seemed to make you convulse and squeeze even tighter..”that you would cum if you could.” Do you believe me sweetie?
She looked at you and what she must have seen you could only imagine. But in her you saw something that scared you so much that you had no words. In her eyes you saw she was going to take you so far past what you wanted that it might truly break you. What would that mean? What would…
And then the brush came again, even lighter. You couldn’t tel where. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.
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