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Indulgence and Denial
By strangefun
It was the most perfect combination: She wanted her releases granted to
her immediately, and I wanted mine to be denied. She loved to tease, and
I loved to be teased. She enjoyed humiliating and degrading me, and I
enjoyed being humiliated and degraded by Her. She got off by watching me,
horny and frustrated, trying to get off and failing miserably and I was
trying to get off and failing miserably for Her enjoyment.
Teasing and tormenting me was Her purpose in our sexual life, and mine
was being teased and tormented, by Her or others, for Her enjoyment.
The first thing She did, when we hooked up together, is forbade me from
cumming. Plenty of sexual play, but no release. This was enforced by Her
order, my word, and a set of various chastity devices She had the great
pleasure of putting me into, and them playing with me and teasing me
mercilessly, frustrating me to the point of madness to see if I can cum.
Eventually, after much experimentation, She found the right combination
of a chastity cage and de-sensitizing cream that kept me constantly
aroused but totally unable to cum, and completely under Her sexual
control, always ready and eager to service and pleasure Her and degrade
and humiliate myself for a slim chance of release.
Since my privates were locked up and not available for sex, She started
to dress me as a girl, choosing not pink as "my" color, which, being a
cross-dresser, I enjoyed immensely. Dressed in sexiest lingerie and
tallest heels, I pleased Her with everything that was in my disposal,
which was everything except my sexual organs. I became an expert in
pleasing her orally, tactually, and with the help of the multitude of
toys. She especially enjoyed having me put on a large pink strap-on, made
with skin-like soft yet firm material, which looked like a real veined
penis with empty ball sack that stretched over my pink chastity cage,
hiding my raging sex, compressed by the unyielding plastic shell. With
that cruel setup, I took her orally, vaginally and anally, screwing her
brains out, relishing in her constant multiple screaming (except for the
times when She was gagged) orgasms, and going insane with my own
unsatisfied desires, making me even more compliant and willing to please
Her.
She enjoyed dressing me up as dominatrix, head-to-toe in leather or
latex, in tight, heavy corsets and skyscraper heels, and sexually torture
Her bound form with the goal of revealing the location of the key to my
chastity cage. I was very cruel, creative, and imaginative, but She took
everything I could come up with, used it to get off and never broke. She
mocked and taunted me, daring me to go further, and I always did, and She
always took it, and I always broke first, releasing her and begging for
release.
Fat chance.
We were always dressed up when at home, and always dressed up under our
normal clothes when we were out. She always dressed me for work, locking
me in the tightest body shapers and corsets, frilliest panties, bras and
garter belts, shiniest pantyhose and stockings, largest suitable for long
wear butt plugs. It was a good thing that I could wear jeans and
sweatshirts to work, hiding my restrictive and uncomfortable yet sexy and
constantly arousing underthings. Every move, every breath reminded me of
what I was wearing and what I was denied, every time I sat down I was
impaled deeper on her cell phone-controlled vibrating toys, keeping me
horny all day, so I can come home ready for more play, humiliation and
teasing.
Coming home, I had to strip down to my sexy layer immediately, done the
high heels She left for me, and wait for her kneeling by the front door
with my wrists cuffed to my ankles and my mouth held wide open by a ring
gag.
She came home rocking super sexy business woman attire, complete with
high heels, shiny stockings or pantyhose, short skirts, fitted jackets
showing her corseted hourglass waist, blouses, stretched over her budging
bust... An eye candy for any man and some women, and she was as horny as I
am with one crucial difference - she was going to get everything She
wanted right way, for as how long as She wanted, and I was going to give
it to Her, with the only satisfaction allowed for me being the
satisfaction of the job well done.
Looking down at me at smiling, she was pulling down her latex double-
dildo panties, popping out two sizable intruders that kept her
entertained during the workday, revealing her wet, hungry, latex-smelling
sex, and pushing my bound form down on the floor with her high-heeled
foot, squatting over my gaping mouth to deliver her ultimate humiliation,
which she held specifically for me, and which I drank choicelessly and
greedily, squirming under my own internal pressure.
Then, She enjoyed a nice tongue pussy bath, bringing her to several quick
orgasms, and, peeling her for now satisfied lips off my wet face, left me
on the floor to go change into something less comfortable.
When She appeared some time later, I could see by the way she dressed
what is in store for us tonight. There were nights when She came down in
her comphy silk or latex pajamas - that meant a relaxing night of Her
watching Her shows, and me, kneeling between Her knees, worshiping Her
sex and catching Her squirts with my mouth. Other times She came down
poured into latex or leather, sporting a vicious strap-on, and I knew
that I was in for an evening of girlish squealing and gagging, impaled on
Her various tools and appendages. Yet other times, She hobbled down
chained and gagged, and I knew that I will be torturing and abusing Her
in vain attempts of making Her reveal the location of the keys for my
chastity device.
And then were the nights when she came down dressed "outside kinky" - we
were going out, to a fetish party, or a motel, or a park, or a truck stop
- and I was the main attraction. Dressed as a gimp, sissy slut, boy toy,
or not dressed at all, but always bound, gagged and high-heeled, I was
abused by others of her choosing (and she wasn't very choosy) while she
watched, taking pictures and videos, playing with herself and getting off
of my humiliation.
She would release me, and I would go upstairs, relieve myself, and change
into corresponding attire. The evening would pass filled with the
activities She planned, and, finally exhausted, we would strip off our
tired sex shells, clean ourselves up and go to bed, one temporarily
satisfied, another permanently frustrated, and both tired, happy, and in
love.
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