Self Inflicted Torment (Part 2)

“You’re going to have to keep yourself entertained for the
time being.”

He wonders what she means by this but before arriving at any
possible conclusions, she gives him his next order, “There’s a blindfold on the
table. Go and pick it up then go and stand in the corner at the end of the
room, facing me.”

He follows her order and stands in the corner, blindfold in
hand, awaiting further instruction.

“Put on the blindfold”, she says and he obeys by slipping
the blindfold over his head, making a few adjustments to ensure that it is well
positioned.

“Now, we saw how much you enjoyed playing with yourself for
me earlier so I’m going to let you carry on, but…” she paused briefly for
dramatic effect, “…there are some rules. You are obviously not permitted to
come but you are also to remain a suitable level of arousal for as long as I
require. If you go soft or if I feel that you are deliberately holding back,
I’ll take it as either a lack of gratitude or a lack of interest on your part. You
don’t want that, do you?”

“No mistress, definitely not.”

“Very well then, show me your gratitude and make yourself
nice and horny for me.”

Without any further ado, he begins to stroke his aching
cock. He starts out slowly, pacing himself as he has no idea how long this
nefarious self-torment will last. As a result of the evening’s prior
activities, he feels his pleasure building quickly despite his deliberate
restraint. He therefore slows his strokes further as the delicious tingling
builds in his body, heightened by the loss of his sight due to the blindfold.
He takes a few deep breaths as he concentrates on holding back. A moan escapes
as he gets even closer to climax at which point he stops and waits to regain
his composure. He is suddenly mindful that he cannot wait too long so as to run
afoul of the rules and therefore resumes his stroking very gently …wow, that
was too quick, he realises as he withdraws his grip once again. This time he
waits a bit longer before taking his penis in a different grip. His tactic
works by calming things down a bit, for the time being at least. The inevitable
build up continues again and again only to be interrupted by the cycle of
withdrawal followed by careful resumption of his self-pleasuring.

While he is busy serving as an instrument of his own
torture, she takes the opportunity to do some paperwork, filling out forms with
the occasional glance up at her toy, delighting in the suffering he was
inflicting upon himself at her behest.

After some time, the combination of the intense frustration
and the level of concentration required to maintain the target state of arousal
(whilst retaining control) results in beads of sweat forming on his brow. It
feels like his torment has gone on forever and he is overwhelmed by a desire
for it to end. However, this end doesn’t seem to be forthcoming and therefore
he resigns himself the fact that it will continue for an unknown period of
time.

The unrelenting iterations of edging have resulted in a
consistent build-up of his arousal to the point where he now cannot risk
rhythmic strokes. He is forced to make more sporadic movements on an ongoing
basis with the build-up and withdrawal phases of each cycle being less clearly
defined and morphing into a state of continuous arousal.

He continues to endure this state of anguish, losing count
of how many times he has arrived at the brink of orgasm only to exercise the
necessary willpower to stop and stave it off (whilst being careful not to stop
for too long). He longs for her to bring his suffering to an end, his
frustration enhanced by the knowing that he is the agent of his own torment.

Despite his extreme arousal, she notices that his member is
beginning to soften, almost as if in protest at the futility of the situation.
However, she concludes that he has made a sterling effort to comply with her
orders and watching him has amused her immensely. With that, she decides to
bring his ordeal to an end.

“You may stop now”, she says, to which he replies with an
audible sigh of relief as he releases his grip on his abused member to puts his
hand back at his side.

“You boys really enjoy playing with yourselves far too much!
Well that’s enough for now, now it’s my turn for some fun.”

Continues here…

mistresslynn33:

lovethepegging:

indsubmale:

rohosub:

OMG!
I haven’t seen this video before and It took me a long time to decide if I was going to post it. My wife shouldn’t see this.
She has invented some rather creative uses for the Emla numbing cream herself. But this one is almost pure evil!
Probably really hot and amusing to think about for people who haven’t experienced long term chastity but you should try staying without orgasm or release for two months and see for yourself how frustrating this must be for the poor fella…

the whole scenario is so motherfucking hot!!!

Interesting….

Haha. I love this….!!

Being in a transitional phase, I feel safe re-posting this …for now. However, I might regret it at a later stage… I’d hate for this video to get into the wrong hands!

Self Inflicted Torment (Part 1)

The lift comes to a half on the tenth floor and its door
slides open. He steps out, takes a left turn and begins to walk slowly down the
corridor. He passes the first apartment, number 1011, then 1012 before stopping
outside 1013. Standing in front of the door, he glances at his watch. 19:57, he’s
three minutes early and will therefore need to wait for three minutes. He has
been given precise instructions by email which stipulated that he is to arrive
no sooner or later than 20:00.

He feels his nervous excitement build as he waits …19:59:56
…57 …58. He draws a deep breath before knocking the rhythm of “Puff the Magic
Dragon” with his knuckles on the door. He then counts to three slowly before
opening the unlocked door and stepping inside the apartment. After closing the
door behind himself, he turns to see the open plan living area of the
apartment, uninhabited at present but with a few candles burning dimly.

As per his instructions, he removes his clothes and places
them in a neat pile on a shelf in the guest cloakroom just off the entrance to the
apartment. He steps back out into the passage, completely naked, and makes his
way to the coffee table in the centre of the living area. He bends down over
the table, hands first, and climbs on top on all fours, placing himself
parallel to the large sofa across from the coffee table. After a few minor
adjustments to his position on the table, he tilts his head down exactly as
instructed and waits.

It’s not long before he hears footsteps coming towards him.
Although his anticipation grows, heightened by the vulnerability of his naked
state, he resists the temptation to look up, keeping his gaze down on the table
beneath him.

“Exactly as instructed, good boy,” he hears her say as the
footsteps come to a halt right beside him. His body tenses as the footsteps
resume. Although he can’t quite see her, he knows she is walking around him,
inspecting him. He suddenly feels her touch on the nape of his neck and almost
gasps. Her fingers slowly brush down his spine, then the small of his back
before caressing his exposed buttocks. They then move on to stroke the back of
his thighs. He is assaulted by a multiplicity of contradictory emotions,
feeling nervous, embarrassed, excited, aroused and yet safe at the same time.

Her hand makes its way back up his thighs, up over his buttocks.
He then feels the tips of her fingers run gently between his cheeks, down to
his perineum where they playfully tickle him. Despite the awkwardness of his
situation, he can’t help but give out a muffled moan. He then feels her hand
over his balls, cupping them gently.

“I see these balls are nice and full for me, aren’t they?”

“Yes Mistress”, he rasps, exhaling as she fondles his balls
win her hand.

“Would you like to empty them tonight?” she coos.

“Yes Mistress”, comes his enthusiastic reply, laced with
palpable longing.

“Well, we’ll see about that…”, she says and the fondling comes
to a halt as she reclines on the sofa. He hears her click her fingers twice and
turns his head to see her pointing at the floor in front of her feet. This is
his cue to dismount the coffee table which he does as she watches him with a
mixture of impatience and amusement. He kneels in front of her and begins
kissing her beautifully manicured feet, gently all over. He then cradles each
foot in his hands, kissing the underside meticulously. He then moves from
kissing to gentle licks, once again all over each foot and she sighs as she
slips back further into the sofa.

Just as he begins to make his way from her feet, past her
ankles, she abruptly pulls her feet away by drawing her legs up towards her.
“That’s enough for the time being”, she explains, “Now, I want you to kneel up
straight.”

He immediately complies, kneeling in front of her, his hands
behind his head leaving his body exposed before her. Her eyes glance over him
from head to toe.

“I want you to touch yourself for me,” she commands.

Although this is exactly what his body desires, he can’t
help but feel a tinge of embarrassment as he tentatively takes his member in
his right hand, eyeing her for approval as he does so. He then begins to stroke
his member half-heartedly, his discomfort masked by its erectness.

“No, not like that. I want you to do it how you’d normally
do it – with more conviction!” She says with evident displeasure, “You need to
prove to me that you want to play with yourself otherwise I can only assume
that you are not suitably aroused which is not going to make me very happy.”

Not wanting to risk her dissatisfaction, he immediately
begins to stroke more firmly with intent. As he gets into a rhythm, his
breathing becomes deeper and he lets out a moan.

“That right, isn’t it nice?”

“Yes mistress,” he whimpers as he feels his pleasure build.

“Now take yourself right to the edge for me but at the risk
of stating the obvious, remember that you may not come.”

His stroking continues and becomes even more fervent.

“Show me how much you like to play with yourself.”

His body is now consumed by the pleasure, writhing as he forgets
his discomfort and surrenders to the waves of ecstasy that begin to engulf him.
As he gets closer to the point of no return, he can’t help but imagine how
sweet allowing himself to give in to the explosion of release would feel.
However, he has sufficient self-control to resist this urge and stops stroking
the critical moment, leaving his cock twitching with disappointment.

“Good boy, I enjoyed that little show. Maybe I’ll let you
play some more later on, assuming you please me of course!”

She then slides over onto her stomach, stretching out across
the sofa.

“You’ve paid some attention to my feet, but there’s a lot
more of me that requires your obeisance.”

He responds quickly, crawling over to the sofa where he
begins to kiss the backs of her beautifully shaped calves. Slowly, deliberately
he plants kisses up towards the back of her knees and then back down again.
After a few trips up and down, he makes his way to the start of her lower
thighs. She reaches for her skirt and hikes it up to reveal her thong. He takes
this as his cue to work his way further up her thigh with more kisses and
gentle licks. He then moves towards her inner thighs, her approval evident as
she parts her legs ever so slightly. He works his way up towards her intimate
regions but as he approaches, she moves her legs closer together and says, “No,
not yet.”

He shifts his attention back to the rest of her lower half, maintaining
his distance from her pussy. After enjoying his ministrations on her legs for a
bit, she hikes skirt up further, revealing the small of her back. He responds
by kissing the top of her thighs before planting a few tentative kisses just
below her cheeks. Her lack of response implies that he should continue and he
proceeds to kiss her cheeks with reverence.

He pauses as she shifts to the side, reaching for her phone
on the shelf of the coffee table beside her.

“Did I say stop!?”

He quickly resumes the worship of her buttocks, hoping that
his lapse will be forgotten. He works his way up and down her buttocks,
interspersing kisses with gentle licks. Although her pussy is clearly off
limits, he wonders if there’s another way he could potentially earn her good
graces. Perhaps she will let him delve further between her ass cheeks? Eager to
please, he begins to part her cheeks with his tongue only to be met with a
reprimand, “No, not there. Focus on my legs and ass cheeks.”

He reverts back to his prior activities as she proceeds to
call a friend on the phone. He doesn’t register much of what appears to be a
fairly mundane conversation as he is focussed on the task at hand, worshipping
the prescribed regions of her body with the requisite level of reverence. As
instructed, he avoids her most intimate regions, frustrated by the tantalising
proximity of her pussy, forbidden from giving it the pleasure he knows is a
minimum precondition for his own release.

“Alright, that’s enough. I have a bit of admin I need to do
and therefore will need to concentrate,” she says as she sits up in the sofa.

Continues here…

The Default Routine (Her perspective)

A continuation of this story, with the Female perspective delightfully provided by [https://fetlife.com/users/5077432] – thanks for the inspiration M’am!

I was a little earlier than usual and wondered if he would be ready for me. I didn’t really want to have to add any torment to my half formed plan for the evening.

As I unlocked the door, I smelled the stew cooking and could sense that he was ready and in position…. Good boy! I did love Thursday evenings, especially during my time on top!

I walked slowly to the lounge, dropping my keys on the way. I leaned against the door for a moment, admiring the man lying in wait for me to pleasure myself. I could feel my pussy contract and start to moisten as I watched him lie still, wondering my next move….

I headed to change into something more comfortable and then went to pour myself a glass of the wine he had chilled…so far he’s prepared impeccably, I might reward him later given that its been 10 days since I allowed him to orgasm.

I headed over to the chair, slipped off my panties and lifted my skirt, sitting down gently over his face. I moved a little, ensuring he could reach my clit if he made enough of an effort. He started licking immediately, nice light touches, just as I like them, then adding some more pressure, back and forth and in and out….he knows just what to do to make me wet…. I felt my pussy swell and pulse in response to his tongues gentle flicks, it didn’t take long before I needed to stand to give myself relief and hold off on my impending climax.

Sitting back down, sipping on my wine, I let my head drop back and relaxed into the pleasure…. He knew just when to pull back, just when to increase the pressure – it seemed that the punishment I dealt out last time he went too fast had encouraged better behaviour. I stood up a more few times, knowing it was frustrating him as much as it was me… but I had plans for this evening, and an early orgasm wasn’t a part of that.

‘Alright, sweetie, that’s enough for now’

We moved to the table and enjoyed the dinner he’d prepared – chatting and laughing about our respective work days, An entirely normal domestic evening aside from my very wet pussy and the clear discomfort I could see he was in…. hmmmm, I was looking forward to later.

After dinner, we headed to the couch where we cuddled, and watched one of our box sets, the tension clearly growing with each passing minute. I was loving watching his desire grow, loving tormenting him, loving having absolute control of when and where he fucked me. ‘Some tea and a foot rub, I think’ I said at some point, needing to get the last of the days stresses out of my mind before the rest of the evening’s entertainment.

As the credits rolled, I was keen to get to the main event,‘Let’s head to bed honey’, I said, noticing his immediate reaction …. Good, exactly as I wanted him.

I headed to the bedroom, undressed and watched him as he did the same – his cock straining against its’ cage, as I knew it had been most of the night.

‘Let’s wash the day off together why don’t we?” as I moved to the en suite. ‘Actually, we should give him a good clean too, don’t you think?’ Wait here.’ I headed to the kitchen to collect the key I carried with me, a reminder of his service and devotion.

He stood in position, looking upwards, hands behind his back as I knelt to unlock the cage. His throbbing cock almost took my eye out. ‘’Wow, he’s eager, isn’t he?’ I whispered as I ran my newly manicured nails up and down his cock, feeling It twitch under my hands and hearing his breath draw in sharply. I was tempted to run my tongue over the head too, but decided against it… I needed him to be ready for the fucking I wanted a little later, and too much teasing wasn’t going to work for me!

We headed into the shower, one of my favourite things to do in advance of the good fucking I’d planned. I let him run his hands over me as he wanted to, making sure he was soapy, clean and fondled too…. I love the feel of his body against mine. He was definitely too close to the edge for the extended session I wanted, I was going to have to make a plan…. Ahhh!

I stepped out of the shower, drying myself quickly and walked back to the bedroom so I could get everything I needed ready as he ended his shower. I lay back, spread my legs, my pussy dripping already as I thought of the pleasure I was about to experience while he struggled. Under half-lidded eyes, I saw his shoulders sink as he saw the extender….. I smirked gently thinking…. ‘don’t worry hot stuff, your time will come, right now, the pleasure is all mine’ and I closed my eyes waiting for that first thrust to engulf me.

The Default Routine (2)

Continued from: http://cunningsub.tumblr.com/post/152694629313/the-default-routine-1

PART 2

After dinner, you both retire to the couch and watch the latest inane box set instalment while cuddling and enjoying the remnants of what was a perfectly paired wine. At some point during the show you make her a cup of tea and rub her feet as she drinks it. As pleasant as this all is, you can’t help but wonder what the remainder of the evening holds.
As the final credits appear on the television, she shifts upright and says, “I think we should head to bed, honey.” Your heart races and cock quivers – although she appears to be oblivious to your plight, she cannot possibly be unaware of the thoughts running through your mind at this point. After all, it’s her incessant teasing over the last few days that has directly resulted in your state of heightened arousal.
You follow her to the bedroom where she undresses and bids that you do the same. You comply and end up standing in the bedroom naked but for your chastity cage. “Let’s wash the day off together why don’t we?” she says innocently as she walks towards the ensuite. You’re about to follow her when she turns back around and looks in the direction of your member which is painfully engorged in its futile attempts to expand beyond the confines of its cage, “We should give him a good clean too, don’t you think? Wait here…”
She brushes past you and darts off to the kitchen, returning with the hallowed key. She kneels in front of you and after unlocking the padlock adorning the cage, she deftly removes the sheath of the cage followed by the ring. At this point your member responds by jumping to attention, almost poking her in the eye in the process, “Wow, he’s eager isn’t he?” she teases.
She steps into the shower and beckons you to follow. What ensues can only be described as a soapy orgy of torment for you as she ensures your member is suitably cleaned in between you washing and fondling her thoroughly all over. Once you’ve finished cleaning her, she steps out of the shower and dries herself, leaving you to wash the rest of the soap from your body. After she has finished drying herself, she heads back into the bedroom, partially closing the bathroom door behind her. You step out of the shower and dry yourself quickly so that you can join her in the bedroom.
At first glance as you open the door, you see her lying naked on the bed with her legs splayed in a most inviting manner. This scene appeared to be perfect until you saw what had been laid out by her on the side of the bed in front of you – the ominous sight of the dreaded extender. 

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Although you were correct in that she was saving herself for a good, extended fucking this evening, it wasn’t exactly what you were hoping for. You pick up the extender and insert your disappointed member, steeling yourself for what lies ahead…

***

The story from Her perspective to follow soon…

The Default Routine (1)

This is the first part in a story inspired by and written in collaboration with the delightfully devious PlayfulSwitchCT (the second part of the story from “Her” perspective on Fet and I’ll post it here shortly):

PART 1

It’s 17:45 on Thursday evening and you’ve just shut down your PC after finishing off the last few emails for the day. You have a look at your phone and see that there are no messages from her which means that the default routine for Thursday evening applies. Without further ado, you arise from your desk and make your way from the study through to the kitchen in order to tend to the necessary preparations.
There isn’t too much to do at this point as you’ve already prepared a fish curry which is slowly simmering in the slow cooker and the rice can be microwaved just before eating. The wine (a Gewürztraminer from Alsace) has been in the fridge for a while and should be suitably chilled by now. With the table already set, you place two glasses on the granite counter and put out some olives for good measure.
Your dinner preparations are now finalised and you walk through the open plan kitchen into the living area towards the queening chair where you assume your position underneath her throne whilst awaiting her arrival. All you can see is the off white colour of the ceiling through the strategically placed hole in the middle of the seat. Although your movement is restricted, your position is comfortable as the chair has been designed for use over extended periods of time.

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It’s not long before you hear the jingle of keys at the door, she’s earlier than expected so it’s just as well you are ready. The creak of the door opening is followed by the clack-clack of her stilettos on the tiled floor. A bunch of keys is placed on the counter – does it perhaps include the key the cage which encases your genitals? And if so, will this key be used? You realise it’s best not to dwell on that possibility as you ready yourself for what lies ahead.
The sound of the stilettos resumes, coming closer and then fading as you hear her walk down the passage to the bedroom. You don’t hear much now as the bedroom is carpeted but you assume she’s probably just putting her work things down and getting more comfortable. She’s obviously taken her shoes off because the sharp sound of her stilettos has been replaced by a gentle thud as she walks back down the passage, most probably in socks. She’s back in the kitchen and you hear the sounds of a glass of wine being poured followed by the scrape of a glass being picked up off the counter. Her footsteps resume, coming slower towards you now as you lie and await the inevitable.
Your view of the ceiling is suddenly obliterated by her beautiful posterior taking its place over your well positioned face. Although you can’t see much, you can smell her musky scent as she makes herself comfortable, adjusting her position a bit in various directions. Her adjustments stop once she has settled on the right position and you begin to slowly tease the lips of her womanhood with your tongue, exactly as she likes it.
You hear her sigh contentedly as she takes a sip of her wine. You continue with gentle licks, running your tongue over her sold folds, slowly and deliberately. After some time, she moves back further into the chair and presses her derriere closer to your face. This is now your cue to increase the intensity. Although you can’t see much at this point, you can smell, taste and feel her beautiful pussy as your tongue delves deeper into its recesses.
After some further probing, you shift your focus upwards towards her clitoris, alternating between slow circles and gentle lapping. You let her pleasure build before going back to teasing her labia and some further probing with your tongue. As you do so this, you can’t help but postulate whether another part of your anatomy will be lucky enough to follow your tongue later on this evening (although it has had plenty of stimulation in various shapes and forms, it’s been a long time since your caged member has visited the location that your tongue now occupies).
Her sighs have become moans as you feel her pleasure build and you restrain yourself – she likes it slow. Careful not to appear to be rushing, you pull back reducing the speed and intensity of your ministrations. A further sigh and slight shift in her body tells you this is exactly what she wanted. She takes a few more sips of her wine as you hold her on a pleasurable plateau. Then you gradually begin to increase the intensity, focussing again on her clit which is now larger and more easily accessible.
She how pushes herself even closer, grinding her nether regions into your face. As her orgasm approaches, she abruptly alights her throne returning your view to the ceiling. You hear her footsteps and the sound of her refilling her wine glass. Then more footsteps towards you this time and your view is once again obscured by her posterior as she resumes her position on her throne. You begin the routine again, starting with delicate teasing and then gradually building the intensity. Each time she approaches orgasm she pulls back – this is clearly a good sign as she appears to be saving her orgasm for later thus implying that your worship of her is a prelude rather than the main event of the evening.
After a number of iterations of the build-up process she arises one last time and says, “That’s enough for now sweetie, let’s have dinner. I’m famished!”
You slide out from under her throne to see her pulling her underwear back up under her skirt. You both take a seat at the table and proceed to have dinner together, discussing the details of your respective days. From the outside this appears to be nothing more than a very normal, domestic interaction, however, beneath the surface the results of the prior activities linger in the form of your throbbing, anxious cock and her very wet pussy.

Teasing Ideas…

beautifulsecrets42:

I think we could use this post to create a huge list of tease, denial and ruined orgasms ideas by category…

Non nude teases:

– Make out for a long time and keep your clothes on

– Start a striptease, but when you are about to take your underwear off, stop and put your clothes back on

– Masturbate with your hand over your clothes (or under) while he watches

– Wear sexy lingerie and don’t take it off for any reason

– Touch him through his clothes for a while with your feet, hands or any other body part

– Dirty talking obviously (Tell him that he is not allowed to see your body, but describe him everything that you would do if he was allowed to watch you)

– Perform a striptease, but blindfold him before removing your underwear

– Masturbate loudly in front of him while he is blindfolded

– Wear very sexy or provocative clothes while you are going out with him

Nude tease:

– Masturbate while he watches

– Perform a striptease or a lapdance

– Pussy eating, face sitting

– Get over him and put his face between your boobs, he is not allowed to move or to lick

– Let him lick all your body except your pussy,ass or tits

– Let him lick your boobs, but don’t allow him to touch the nipples

– In the 69 position, let him please you but don’t touch his sex

– Watch porn together, you can masturbate while he watch

Cock teasing:

– Strip him, make out with him, let him eat your pussy… be a nymphomaniac! But as soon as it’s his turn, lick his cock a few times than put your clothes back on while thanking him for all the pleasure he gave you

– Edge him using only your tongue

– Ride his cock but don’t move at all for a few minutes, he is not allowed to move. When you are too horny and you want to be pleased, jump on his face

– Edge him once with your hand, give him a break, edge him once with your tits, give him a break… do this with as many body parts as possible

– Tease him how you want to but ask him to tell how he feel (1 is not excited, 9 is I will cum very soon, 10 too late I’m cumming). Tease him several times, the first time tease him until he it 7, second time 8, third time 9… the fourth time he will expect an orgasm but it will be time to stop

– Give him some jerk off instruction!

– Let him fuck your pussy how he want to for as long as he want.. but never allow him to cum

– Tie him and give him a very long tease and denial session

– Ride his cock and don’t move. Simply masturbate while he must stay still

Ruined orgasms:

– Lick his cock until he pass the point of no return than stop while he cums so close to your mouth

– Ask him to masturbate than make him ruin his own orgasm

– Once he passes the point of no return, drop a bucket of ice on his cock

– Ride his cock, once he start to cum get off him and let him cum on his belly

– Masturbate him to the edge a few times than ruin his orgasm

– Tie him, tease him for a while, promise him that you will let him cum, ask him to cum for you… at the last moment ruin his anticipated orgasm!

Do you have ideas to share with us? I think it could be great to create a huge list of tease together!

So reply with more ideas or reblog this post by adding more ideas! If you want to share some pictures as ideas, go ahead…

The human psyche is a wonderfully contradictory thing – so much time and energy spent on finding ways to deny access to activities that are naturally accessible.

After many failed attempts to find a cage that fits well, I think this might be it!