Let's Hear a Tale [
Walking slowly through the kitchen, hands cleaning dishes as instructed, I can hear the faint noise drifting from the bedroom. It seems to be a humming sound, perhaps from the vibrator. Deciding to tidy up the countertops and prepare a drink, I check the time since being banished from the bedroom so my partner could have "me time" with the vibrator. The deed was done approximately 45 minutes ago. Wearing two articles given by my partner to allow him gentle relief while I'm occupied with chores, my arousal continues to grow, and I can't help but long for his touch.
With the drink ready, I stand and wait, thinking of his satisfaction as he enjoys the delights of self-pleasure without me. As he exits the bedroom in loungewear, I extend the Mai Tai toward him, still hoping some gratification would reach me. His casual analysis of the kitchen's condition is followed by his offer to share a "reward" for my work. I humbly follow and soon find myself nude on the bed.
"What were you contemplating as you cleaned?" he asks.
"Only the pleasure you were experiencing in the bedroom without me," I confess, excited at the thought of hearing about his experience.
Examining the kitchen, he approaches with the drink. "That could be better. Our kitchen cleans might be more satisfying with a drink like this," he muses. "I'm too lenient, aren't I?"
He continues speaking while I lay naked on our bed, watching him sip his drink. "I contemplated you as I was enjoying myself. Picture this, you were left behind in the kitchen to deal with the mess so that I could orgasm repeatedly."
This admission causes a surge of arousal in me, eager to share his experience. "I was also aroused, thinking of how you could do the same. Please allow me to experience that with you."
My clothed, seated partner smirks. "You are not getting any today, but at least I'll share some of the details." He continues: "When the vibrator touched my clit, the humming sound of the sink filled the room. Knowing your frustration, my own arousal increased. My breasts felt great to the touch, so I imagined pushing them together, using my fingers like you have done to me before." He takes another sip, "I can feel you desperate for attention."
After lowering the glass, he presses his hand against my stomach, moving it lower. "As I enjoyed myself, I could imagine how much you would have loved rubbing my nipples like this. You've often made me come perfectly, and I was close to that as I heard the tap water running."
The delicious drink is nearly finished as he details his satisfaction. "I could only imagine your frustration as you watched me enjoying myself instead of getting any attention."
With hands still removed from my penis, he continues to tease, "You still haven't fulfilled your desire yet. I came many times imagining your hands caressing me." He lifts the glass away and introduces a new level of torture - he removes all hand contact from my body, continuing to speak of the pleasure he experienced. "I came so strongly knowing you were trapped in the kitchen, unable to offer more than a squirt of water at the sink to provide relief," he says while chuckling mischievously.
His hands travel back to my person, and I'm left to strain under his slowed pace. "Just relax under your blindfold next time, and maybe I'll grant you the favor of your wish."
Finally, I'm touched gently while his voice describes how he used his vibrator, generating even more excitement. His hands discontinue touching remarkably quickly, only intensifying my arousal. As he details what I would love to do, I'm denied. So here I lay, aroused and with a throbbing member - a complete contradiction to the idea of a reward.
"You're on the edge, aren't you?" his voice teases. "An orgasm for you is so far away."
After the second climax, I found myself contemplating the level of control I have over you. All I have to do is tell you not to touch yourself, and you obey without question. It's a pure display of submission to my decisions, and your suffering is solely for my pleasure. If I were to tell you that you'll have to wait another month for an orgasm, you'd do it without hesitation. If I chose to squeeze ten climaxes out of you tomorrow, I could make you do it. You'll follow any command I give, right?
"Yes, ma'am, I'm at your mercy. Thank you for your firm leadership."
I pondered when you might be able to pleasure yourself again. "Could it be next week? Or the one after?"
You struggled with your tongue, not wanting to waiver. "When it suits you, ma'am. However, it's becoming extremely challenging."
"Perhaps you'll roll a die for it next week - and you'll have that many minutes to stimulate yourself. Six minutes seems like a reasonable length."
This raised a question for you. "How about using two dice, ma'am? One is so short."
I rolled around with laughter. "That's hilarious! You no longer even plead for an orgasm. You've come to accept the reality of it being futile. But sure, maybe two dice it is, if I allow you to roll them at all. I'll need to think it over."
We changed positions, moving closer to my feet, and slowly ran my fingertips over your ankles.
"Are you enjoying this session?"
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you!"
"You're very willing to submit. That's wildly attractive. I'm almost tempted to get the toy out again. Instead, though, allow me to tell you about the fourth or fifth climax I endured earlier. I was on my knees, gripping the toy tightly against my vulva, leaning forward so that my breasts were fully displayed. I thought about how much you would have wanted to be below me, nibbling on my boobs while stroking my body all over. Then thoughts of you in your bra and underwear spiraled in my head, listening to me climaxing while being unable to join me. It was a blissful orgasm that left me feeling lightheaded. I could've sworn you were right there with me, albeit behind a closed door."
Your fingertips advanced higher, lingering on my knees and slowly moving towards my thighs.
"I've had more orgasms today than you have all year."
You scratched lightly on the outer edges of my thighs with your fingernails, moving inwards. I separated my knees to grant you full access.
"I'm grappling with a predicament here. Today was enjoyable, but I also enjoy your touch. However, if I gift you that pleasure, how can I continue to extinguish your arousal?"
"Let me stimulate you. I'll do anything to bring you to orgasm."
"Anything, you assert? How about this: For every time you're permitted to touch me, your denial period is extended by an additional two weeks. This way, you're relinquishing your own climaxes to titillate me, and endure an increasing amount of frustration and deprivation."
"Anything that appeals to you, ma'am. I just wish to touch you and hear you scream."
Your hands moved up to cover my inner thighs, caressing them. Then, your index fingers circled my testicles before grasping them tightly. Your grip loosened as you gently slapped my testicles.
"They are so full. And yet, they are unused. Perhaps I'll keep pushing your denial period back two weeks each time you're remitted, and witness how horny you become."
Read also:
- Criminally-Tuned Rhythm Chapter 1
- 02 - The House of Representatives
- Chapter 12: Beth's Affection
- Treehouse Chapter 4
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