A CFNM Weekend with Tease and Denial
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As I sat facing 'Walter', his big, thick cock in one hand, and his equally nice-sized balls in my other, I could see that he was growing ever more desperate to finally be given his orgasm. Though I knew I'd pushed him this time quite a bit further along than I'd ever done before, and it was obvious that he was so in need of that long awaited orgasm, I wanted to push him just a little bit further before that occurred.
So, I let go of Walter's fat cock shaft and balls, and sat back in my chair and watched as it twitched and jerked, as if it was electrified; and I couldn't help but smile at my handiwork!
"Oh, god, PLEASE!" Walter said, with his voice full of desperation and need. "PLEASE let me come, Master!"
I remained leaning back against the folding chair, watching his deep-purple cock shaft and glans, glistening in the light with all the pre-cum he'd been heavily oozing, and I knew it was kind of mean for me to keep prolonging this 'heavenly agony', but I also knew that Walter enjoyed these intense moments of exhilarating frustration as much as I did.
"Now. Now." I said, with faint smile as we met each other's eyes. "I thought you said you'd be patient, and wait for me to give you permission to come? What's changed?"
"I know I promised that, Master. I'm sorry. But I've waited for so long now! I don't think I can take any more of this!"
"Patience, Walter. Patience. You and I both know that you can take a lot more of this! You love these moments. Don't you?"
"I do, I do! But..."
"But what? Walter. Huh? I seems to me that your not really wanting to submit to me! Is that is?"
"No, no! I do want to submit! I do. It's just that I really need to come now!"
I leaned forwards and cupped his balls in my left hand, cradling them like a pair of eggs, and gently squeezed them. As I did this, his cock remained fully erect and stiff. It was a lovely sight to see. Walter had promised me that I 'owned' every inch of it; and even his balls, for that matter---and the same was for the sperm inside of his balls!
I smiled at that thought, and slowly, very carefully, and keeping my eye on his face for any sign of impending orgasm, I began very lightly stroking his fat cock shaft once again. This time my fingers were so loose around it, that as I slid them up and down, they hardly touched it; only grazing it. I was especially careful not to touch the rim around his cock head, or the meaty little spot of his frenulum. I knew to avoid that area in particular! That was the trigger, and I wasn't quite ready to pull it!
As I began teasing Walter again, he began squirming and groaning, and begging to be allowed to come; and I enjoyed seeing that. I enjoyed the fact that it was me that was creating this reaction in him. He was suffering, and yet, at the same time, I knew he was enjoying it in that way that only under these conditions could you use such a word!
By then, Walter's fat cock was standing up as stiff as possible; and I could feel it throbbing and beating like a heart. His need to ejaculate was as it's most intense; and this was where I personally enjoyed keeping him for a little longer each time.
But I wasn't totally without mercy, and so, I looked up into his face, and our eyes met once again and I said: "It's time, I think, Walter. You may come now. You have my permission."
As I said that, I kept my hand loosely around his shaft, and didn't move it any more up and down, but instead, I made him do the rest of the work required---and I sat there grinning (I couldn't help it!) as I watched him pumping my clasped fingers---urgently, hurriedly.
"Oh, god!" I heard Walter saying repeatedly, as he fucked my hand. He was very close to ejaculating. Even though I'd let him get to that very point many times that early afternoon, only to quash his hopes, this time I wasn't going to thwart it. He'd earned it. I was proud of him.
So, as he bucked his hips up and down, his cock sliding through my loosely clasped fingers, his pre-cum flowing heavily down the shaft, as well as over and through my fingers, I kept watching his facial expression---and I saw, unmistakably, that special look, that look that said 'ORGASM!'
"Come for me, Walter," I said, looking him in the eye as I did.
"Oh--OHH, YESSS!!!" He said, and at that moment, we both watched as his load of sperm exploded out in thick pulse after thick pulse of hot, creamy-white cum; and he kept fucking my hand as he kept coming, and coming, and I was so very thrilled to have been such an important part of that moment of release.
"Good!" I said to Walter, as he continued to unload his sperm. "Very, very GOOD! Well done!"
"Oh my GOD!" He said at last, as I felt his erection starting to sag. "That," he added, "was fucking awesome! THANK YOU, Master! Thank you so much!"
I smiled.
"Your welcome, Walter. You certainly earned that one! You were able to go longer than the last few times. Your making very good progress. I'm proud of you. Very proud."
"Oh, thank you!"
I knew it was time to let him leave. His wife would be home from work in an hour. He needed to get home before she did. So, I unfastened the straps that had restrained him during our session, and he started getting dressed.
"So, your wife...she doesn't know about...any of this?" I asked.
"Oh no! No way!" He replied.
"Good. Keep it that way. Besides, I 'own' you any way."
"Yes," he replied, smiling faintly as he finished getting dressed, "that is true. You do!"
Walter was one of my most successful trainees. I intended to hang on to him for as long as could, and so far, there didn't seem to be any worry that this wasn't so!
After he left, I wiped up the surprisingly big mess of sperm he'd left on the floor beneath where we had been working. I liked seeing it as the paper towel swept it up. It was still faintly warm, too. Still fresh from his balls. From where I'd just milked him dry! As I flushed it down the toilet, and watched it disappear, I couldn't help but smile. I loved being Walter's Master.
The End
As I sat facing 'Walter', his big, thick cock in one hand, and his equally nice-sized balls in my other, I could see that he was growing ever more desperate to finally be given his orgasm. Though I knew I'd pushed him this time quite a bit further along than I'd ever done before, and it was obvious that he was so in need of that long awaited orgasm, I wanted to push him just a little bit further before that occurred.
So, I let go of Walter's fat cock shaft and balls, and sat back in my chair and watched as it twitched and jerked, as if it was electrified; and I couldn't help but smile at my handiwork!
"Oh, god, PLEASE!" Walter said, with his voice full of desperation and need. "PLEASE let me come, Master!"
I remained leaning back against the folding chair, watching his deep-purple cock shaft and glans, glistening in the light with all the pre-cum he'd been heavily oozing, and I knew it was kind of mean for me to keep prolonging this 'heavenly agony', but I also knew that Walter enjoyed these intense moments of exhilarating frustration as much as I did.
"Now. Now." I said, with faint smile as we met each other's eyes. "I thought you said you'd be patient, and wait for me to give you permission to come? What's changed?"
"I know I promised that, Master. I'm sorry. But I've waited for so long now! I don't think I can take any more of this!"
"Patience, Walter. Patience. You and I both know that you can take a lot more of this! You love these moments. Don't you?"
"I do, I do! But..."
"But what? Walter. Huh? I seems to me that your not really wanting to submit to me! Is that is?"
"No, no! I do want to submit! I do. It's just that I really need to come now!"
I leaned forwards and cupped his balls in my left hand, cradling them like a pair of eggs, and gently squeezed them. As I did this, his cock remained fully erect and stiff. It was a lovely sight to see. Walter had promised me that I 'owned' every inch of it; and even his balls, for that matter---and the same was for the sperm inside of his balls!
I smiled at that thought, and slowly, very carefully, and keeping my eye on his face for any sign of impending orgasm, I began very lightly stroking his fat cock shaft once again. This time my fingers were so loose around it, that as I slid them up and down, they hardly touched it; only grazing it. I was especially careful not to touch the rim around his cock head, or the meaty little spot of his frenulum. I knew to avoid that area in particular! That was the trigger, and I wasn't quite ready to pull it!
As I began teasing Walter again, he began squirming and groaning, and begging to be allowed to come; and I enjoyed seeing that. I enjoyed the fact that it was me that was creating this reaction in him. He was suffering, and yet, at the same time, I knew he was enjoying it in that way that only under these conditions could you use such a word!
By then, Walter's fat cock was standing up as stiff as possible; and I could feel it throbbing and beating like a heart. His need to ejaculate was as it's most intense; and this was where I personally enjoyed keeping him for a little longer each time.
But I wasn't totally without mercy, and so, I looked up into his face, and our eyes met once again and I said: "It's time, I think, Walter. You may come now. You have my permission."
As I said that, I kept my hand loosely around his shaft, and didn't move it any more up and down, but instead, I made him do the rest of the work required---and I sat there grinning (I couldn't help it!) as I watched him pumping my clasped fingers---urgently, hurriedly.
"Oh, god!" I heard Walter saying repeatedly, as he fucked my hand. He was very close to ejaculating. Even though I'd let him get to that very point many times that early afternoon, only to quash his hopes, this time I wasn't going to thwart it. He'd earned it. I was proud of him.
So, as he bucked his hips up and down, his cock sliding through my loosely clasped fingers, his pre-cum flowing heavily down the shaft, as well as over and through my fingers, I kept watching his facial expression---and I saw, unmistakably, that special look, that look that said 'ORGASM!'
"Come for me, Walter," I said, looking him in the eye as I did.
"Oh--OHH, YESSS!!!" He said, and at that moment, we both watched as his load of sperm exploded out in thick pulse after thick pulse of hot, creamy-white cum; and he kept fucking my hand as he kept coming, and coming, and I was so very thrilled to have been such an important part of that moment of release.
"Good!" I said to Walter, as he continued to unload his sperm. "Very, very GOOD! Well done!"
"Oh my GOD!" He said at last, as I felt his erection starting to sag. "That," he added, "was fucking awesome! THANK YOU, Master! Thank you so much!"
I smiled.
"Your welcome, Walter. You certainly earned that one! You were able to go longer than the last few times. Your making very good progress. I'm proud of you. Very proud."
"Oh, thank you!"
I knew it was time to let him leave. His wife would be home from work in an hour. He needed to get home before she did. So, I unfastened the straps that had restrained him during our session, and he started getting dressed.
"So, your wife...she doesn't know about...any of this?" I asked.
"Oh no! No way!" He replied.
"Good. Keep it that way. Besides, I 'own' you any way."
"Yes," he replied, smiling faintly as he finished getting dressed, "that is true. You do!"
Walter was one of my most successful trainees. I intended to hang on to him for as long as could, and so far, there didn't seem to be any worry that this wasn't so!
After he left, I wiped up the surprisingly big mess of sperm he'd left on the floor beneath where we had been working. I liked seeing it as the paper towel swept it up. It was still faintly warm, too. Still fresh from his balls. From where I'd just milked him dry! As I flushed it down the toilet, and watched it disappear, I couldn't help but smile. I loved being Walter's Master.
The End
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