Unveiling! Unveilment! Make it known!
On a Saturday afternoon, you're busy in the bedroom folding laundry and packing. Your Domme enquires about your scorecard.
"You've been well-behaved, so let me check it out. I fancy being mean before my upcoming trip. Hand over your notebook."
You promptly comply, presenting the notebook to your Domme.
"Hmm, only 21 points. Not enough for a strap-on session, but reasonable. When was your most recent orgasm?"
"Six weeks ago, Ma'am."
"Mmm, six whole weeks. You're probably so horny, would you say yes if I asked you to cum?"
As much as you know she's setting a trap, you don't fall for it.
"I'm not allowed to, Ma'am. Beg me to deny you."
Obediently, you strip down, cover your eyes with a blindfold, and secure your nipple clamps.
"Now I'm free to play with myself while you pack. Will I succeed in breaking you?"
While packing, she covertly strokes your d***, but it goes no further than that.
"Can you even remember Rule #1?"
"No, Ma'am, I can't. I'm harmlessly teasing myself."
She lifts her gaze from the suitcase to look at you. "If you're going to obey me, you need to know the rules."
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I'm always under your control."
She gently caresses your erection, making it even harder.
"This is indeed tempting. What would you say if I offered you an orgasm today?"
"If it'll please you, Ma'am."
She strokes harder, but, ironically, not fast enough for real pleasure.
"You've spent six whole weeks without a climax, so you must be exploding with desire. Am I right?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I'm craving an orgasm so badly."
Feeling powerless under her control, you cannot bring yourself to ask for the ultimate pleasure.
"What would you like?"
"Please don't let me break the rules, Ma'am. I am forbidden from coming."
She's not annoyed, but indulges in your misery. "Good girl. I think you'll keep reminding me to keep you on the edge."
She keeps stroking slowly, feeling your body's intense pleasure gradually build up.
"MMMHMMM, YES, THIS IS SO GOOD. THANK YOU, Ma'am."
Suddenly, she stops with a smirk. "Did you miss a word?"
"I asked to be denied, Ma'am."
"Ah, polite. Okay, go on..."
She resumes her motions, but this time more rhythmically. The pleasure intensifies to the point of almost exploding.
"YES. YES. Please... Please..."
Before you can finish the sentence, she cuts off stroking, listening to your breathless whimpers.
"Quiet, or you'll lose 5 points."
Not anticipating any rewards, you keep still.
"I'll give you two minutes then continue."
You groan; frustrated, you expected a powerful climax but will only get your bitter denial.
"I enjoy controlling you, so you'll suffer."
"Yes, Ma'am. I'm honored to suffer for you."
Without wasting any time, she strokes a little harder. Your arousal spirals out of control, tenser than ever.
"I enjoyed your excitement. Unless, you want a time penalty?"
"Nothing close to that, Ma'am. I'm content to suffer for you, Ma'am."
"Good, second round it is."
With one hand on your erection and the other on your balls, her movements are more decisive, yet still painfully slow.
"MA'AM, I'M SO FULL. I REMEMBER THE RULES!"
"Oh, I see, so you can deny yourself? Good."
You try to respond, but she orders you to remain silent, or else you'll lose points. She continues, adding more force, desperately trying to satisfy yourself.
"YES. I love how you push me to deny myself. I'm addicted to your control."
Next, she shifts her focus from your d*** to your balls, massaging and stimulating them. A cold, threatening tone dominates your mind.
"Yes, Ma'am. You control me. I'm your sex slave for life."
She immediately stops and stretches the distance between pleasure and no pleasure. Anguishing, you can do nothing but writhe on the bed.
"I will return before you do, and you'll have to endure another week of denial. Does that sound good?"
"YES!!!" You're desperately trying to continue, but it takes a great effort to breathe.
"Perfect. It's time for a little break, I'll be back soon."
Once more, you quicken the speed of your strokes, pausing at the tip to massage it. Each time, you reach a point I'm not allowed to pass. I entreat you to make me endure, to torment me.
"Oh, please, please make me suffer. I'm almost there."
"OK," you say abruptly before stopping. I take deep breaths, trying to regain my composure, and meanwhile, you caress my balls.
"You're really good at begging for denial," you observe. "Perhaps, maybe just this once, you'll get to come if you can handle another go-around and keep begging for it."
I'm astonished, overwhelmed by the possibility, yet thrilled.
"Do you want me to take you close to the edge, to have you plead not to come, multiple times?"
My excitement echoes in my voice.
"Yes, ma'am, I love how you tease me, always so close yet never allowing satisfaction. I'll beg for it, ask for anything you desire."
You chuckle before pinching my nipple clamps.
"I see you very much want this. How about I pull your nipples painfully? Is that what you desire?"
Indeed, I want that. You hold off on your earlier promise, very much so.
"Can I bring you to the brink of the most intense orgasm of your life? How about I keep it going slow until you beg me?"
Your phrasing is artfully manipulative, but I'm happy with any option, as it delivers the hope of pleasure.
"Yes, I want you to grind me close, yet stop me. I'll do anything you ask of me."
You smile and start jerking my penis gently. Meanwhile, you riffle your fingers against my nipples rings. The pain fuels my arousal. I'm succumbing completely to your control, panting heavily. You're drawing out the orgasm even more slowly. I'm on the brink, but you're determined to push me past it. I can feel the climax approaching ever so slowly, maybe never reaching it. It takes all my willpower to obey your orders and beg.
"Please, ma'am, a massive one is coming at me. Please, banish it."
Practicing your tactics, you speak softly, "OK." However, to my surprise, you also remove my clamps at once.
"OUCH!"
"I told you I won't be gentle. You owe me."
Rubbing my sore nipples, you continue.
"This sounds wonderful; I hear you want to glorify my dominance by giving up so much pleasure for me. I'll consider one more round if you can make it through this."
"Ma'am, I'll be faithful and do whatever you need. I'll give your feet a kiss when you finally say yes."
I'm laying there, expecting another delay. But first, you decide to torture me more by massaging my balls.
"These need my attention, think how blissful it'll be once drained."
My cock aches desperately as I picture the release to come. Strumming my penis, you circle the tip with one finger, generating intense discomfort.
"Don't you dare move," you admonish. "Otherwise, our playtime is over."
Licking your finger, you hand it to me.
"Here, taste some."
Involuntarily, I lick your finger. Then, you resume grabbing and tickling my penis with your fingertips. I struggle to be still as you prolong the agony. You massage my precious tip, making me jolt in distress. "Hold on tight," you command, adding pressure to my nipples. As my arousal explodes, I squeeze every part of me, savoring the erotic pain, only for you to keep me in check with more fingertip teasing. Relentlessly, I plead.
"Ma'am, this is fantastic, I'm quickly approaching the edge. Please, please keep it from me."
You pause but continue stroking, enjoying my motions, and rubbing my thighs for a few seconds before stopping. You grip my thighs demanding restraint.
"If you want to come, be still!"
Defeated, I maintain my position while you finger sucks my genitals. Licking your finger once more, you bring it back, this time rubbing the tip of my glistening shaft. You choke me, adamant on not allowing me to run away.
"Please, ma'am, this is extraordinary. Please flush it away."
You offer the word "OK" yet without breaking the squeeze on my nipples. You then fondle my legs.
"You'll have immense relief, what feels like the mightiest orgasm of your life once emptied out."
Saying "Yes, ma'am," I just pray you'll let me come this last time. You fondle my dick with your nimble fingers, using only the tips. I'm barely able to contain my desire, nearly reaching the peak; I guess relief is uncertain, closer than six weeks.
"Wonderful job following the guidelines. However, before we proceed to your reward, I must make sure you comprehend. You're not permitted to attend, and you need to implore me not to allow you. Even though I've told you that I'll allow it, I still anticipate you to observe the protocol."
"Yes, Mistress, of course, I will adhere to your instructions."
"Great. Would you like to continue, or do you need more time?"
I'm incredibly aroused and could come if you allowed it, but I don't want any further delays.
"I'm ready, if it pleases you."
You begin even slower than before, running a solitary finger along my penis and softly flicking my nipples.
"Are you stimulated? A six-week load. Do you assume it will have been worth the wait?"
"Ooooh, yes, Mistress, it will be soooo satisfying. I love how you deny me for such an extended time, it makes my climaxes such unforgettable experiences."
You create a complete grip and begin stroking at a leisurely pace.
"It's now the appropriate moment for me to inform you that I'll spoil it."
You form a full grip and start pumping smoothly, but I'm too stunned to focus on the pleasure.
"I'm sorry, Mistress, what?"
"I believe you heard me. You'll come today, but it'll be a ruined orgasm. I'll stroke you until you're nearly at the pinnacle of what would be the best climax you've ever had, and then I'll stop. And you'll never achieve it."
"Mistress, please, don't ruin it. It's been six weeks."
"You don't want it? Okay, I should pack."
You release your grip, but I can tell you're still lingering.
"No, that's not what I meant. What I meant was..."
I hesitate.
"What's guideline 2?"
"I'm not allowed to request permission to climax.
"I'm sorry, Mistress, you're in charge, and I will fulfill your wishes."
You grab my penis again, and continue to stroking at the same slow pace.
"Excellent, it's settled, then. I've always wanted to ruin an orgasm. I might even let you witness what a true one feels like later when I get to experience one; otherwise, I'll just leave you blindfolded for the entirety of the day."
Your strokes increase slightly, but you're making every attempt to make this as torturous as possible.
"Thank you, Mistress, this feels fabulous."
You use your other hand to massage my scrotum, before clasping them tautly.
"So full, so packed. Imagine how delightful it would feel if I merely let you ejaculate and savour all this pleasure. Do you even recall what an orgasm feels like?"
"Slightly, Mistress, it's been quite some time."
My respiration speeds up as I slowly inch closer to the edge.
"Consider what I'm depriving you of, how immensely satisfying this could feel. However, you're not going to acquire it because of your denial fetish. Because you yearned for this."
"Yes, Mistress, I wanted this, thank you for being so harsh and brutal with me."
"Not mean? I could merely never let you achieve a full orgasm again, only ruined ones. That would be cruel. How would you like that?"
"I... mmmmh... Mistress, I'm getting very close. I'm almost there."
At this point, I'm utterly desperate, and a single tear falls from my eye as I carry on begging for denial.
"Please, Mistress, don't let me climax, I'm not permitted to."
I understand you still anticipate me to plead for denial, notwithstanding the other plans you have for me, and I am completely at your non-existent mercy.
"No, not now. Today, you'll climax. However, 'kind of.'"
You offer me a few more gentle strokes until you can feel that I'm about to climax, then abruptly release. While my sperm dribbles out in a melancholy stream down my still-erect penis, you suddenly strike my testicles, harder and harder, almost encouraging them to expel more of their contents. I groan, and whimper in pain, all while you continue to laugh uncontrollably.
"Hahaha, this looks so irksome. It could have been so enticing, and I turned it into cruelty instead. And it was such amusement, I might do this more frequently."
"Please don't do this every time, Mistress."
You stop laughing.
"We'll see, but that's my choice. Be thankful I permitted you to achieve a compromised release after just a six-week period of abstinence. I'll need to consider if I'd like to spoil it again when the time arrives in a few weeks."
I kiss your feet.
"Thank you, Mistress, for allowing me a ruined climax after such a protracted wait."
You draw your feet back and carry on packing.
"You have to complete this task. Cleanse yourself up, and then I want you to wait nude in a corner with your blindfold on until I call for assistance. And I don't want to hear a single sound until then."
I follow instructions, remaining naked in the corner, still erect and aroused.
"Hands at your back. You've had your entertainment for today."
I can sense time slipping by as you sort through your garments, occasionally commenting things like "You'd enjoy watching me don this brassière." or "Perhaps I should also bring a bikini. Visualise me relaxing by the pool."
My thoughts continue to get consumed by these images, which does nothing to suppress my erection, leaving me to quietly endure in the corner. I'm beginning to become bored when you whisper in my ear "I have an idea to amuse you."
I can feel a slight pull on my penis as you put some sort of fabric over it.
"It's still so firm. Keep it that way. If my panties tumble down before I'm finished, you'll face a spanking."
The threatened spanking, as I appreciate the notion of being spanked, reignites my excitement, and I try to keep my mind on more of my fantasies while you complete your packing. When you release me, your panties are just barely clinging to my penis, but I didn't permit them to drop.
"Excellent performance. As I didn't climax today, I have some making up to do."
You lead me to the bed and instruct me to kneel on the floor. You shove my head forward, and I can scent your pussy approaching.
"Lick!" you order, and I am keen to comply. While you sit on the edge of the bed, savouring the sensation of my tongue on your labia and clitoris, teasing you softly, before diving into the core, and tickling you, you also carry on teasing.
"I'm about to have such a spectacular climax, imagining your downfall from earlier. The power of being able to decide when, if, and how you come is such a thrill rush that ignites me more than you can believe. And to know that you dutifully obey my commands, chomping at the bit to lap me, not even permitted to see how lovely I am, is so heated."
You push my head away, and I can hear the vibrator switch on.
"Stay."
You're truly bringing your control over me and my obedience to the test today.
"Now inform me how much you relish serving me."
"Yes, ma'am. It's an honour to lick you prior to your self-pleasure, warming you up, before you use the vibrator to bring you to orgasm. I'm grateful for offering me the privilege to enjoy your many climaxes, while being prevented from achieving one of my own."
You moan rigorously, the vibrator doing its magic more rapidly than usual.
"Yes, YES, AAAH"
You heave heavily, and intensely, approaching your climax.
"Mention... how much you torment yourself."
"You revoked my orgasm today, following six weeks without climaxing. I was so anxious and horny, and you turned it into a painful experience; and now I am still aching and horny. Particularly after I assumed you'd bestow me a complete climax, you dashed my hopes by taking it away. But you're in control, and you have authority over my climaxes."
"OHHH... AAAAHHH. YES. SUFFER. AAAH."
Your screams of bliss intensify, and I carry on.
"And then you compelled me to express gratitude for this torment by kissing your feet. And I relished the humiliation."
"AAHAHAAAHH"
You climax vigorously, before I hear you tumble onto the bed and turn off the vibrator.
"That was exceptional. I may indeed bring my companion with me."
"Yes, madam, you merit countless climaxes."
"What do you imply?", you inquire sharply.
"I imply... I... am unsure... you'll be absent for three weeks, and..."
"Are you asking for permission to practise self-pleasure while I'm gone?"
"Um, no, madam, I understand rule 4 prohibits me from questioning, but... I was pondering... I don't understand."
"NO, under no circumstances are you permitted to self-pleasure. Laws are laws, it's forbidden for you to engage in self-pleasure."
"No, madam, I want you to return, but three weeks is a lengthy period without you."
You're welcomed. I'll expect video proof. Any hit that doesn't meet my expectations will be dealt with by me when I'm back, but double the intensity. So you better go hard.
"Yes, I will try my best."
"Also, you'll need to revisit your guidelines on a daily basis. But hey, since I just experienced this mind-blowing orgasm, I'm feeling magnanimous and will set up a calendar for you, indicating when it's permitted to insert your butt plug, when you can torment your nipples using clamps, how often you can smack your thighs with a paddle, plus the ball slaps. Furthermore, I'll assign some chores; you might be sent to the grocery store wearing just your bra and underwear, and cleaning the bathroom while dressed like a maid. I want visuals."
"Yes, thank you for your generosity."
"I believe the next fortnight will be quite entertaining. I might even tease you with information about me masturbating to the recordings of your testicular spanking, and relish the anticipation you'll experience before my arrival, where you may possibly touch you again."
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