Frustration Outsourced – Part 4

(Continued from Part 3)

Monique nibbled at her takeaway sushi while listening to a recording of Puccini’s Tosca that she thought most sublime. “It will soon be time to prepare for this evening’s fun and games” she mused as her chopsticks deftly selected a luscious piece of sashimi. Her thoughts then wandered to Jason’s “appointment”. Her instructions were precise and she felt a tingling all over when she thought of the torment he would be subjected to.

She set the remnants of her sushi aside, arose gracefully from her sofa and made her way through the hall way, up two flights of stairs to the upper floor of her elegant, terraced home. The marbled stairs gave way to a modest passage leading past the doors of the spare rooms to the inner sanctum, her bedroom. There was no doubt in her mind as to what she would be wearing this evening as she strode down the passage entering her bedroom. She walked across the generous room through to her dressing room which was located at the side of an imposing four posted bed. She couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of the impact that the black silk negligee she had pulled from her extensive array of garments would have on Jason. As she laid the selected garment out on her bed, she stood for a moment, running her hands from her hips across her stomach up to her neck. She let out a contented sigh while she imagined Jason’s pending ordeal and his chaste, frustrated state. Her mind couldn’t help but wander to the pleasure that lay in store for her later on this evening.

***

Jason found himself lying exposed on what felt like some kind of massage table. Despite the relative comfort of the table, his wrists were restrained at his sides by soft leather cuffs. His ankles were also restrained towards the far end of the table, leaving his legs in a slightly parted position. Over his waist and thighs ran a strap which forced him to lie flat against the table. While it felt blissful to have his manhood free from his wretched chastity device, his immobilised and blindfolded state only served to heighten his sense of frustration.

He heard the matron moving about the room followed by a step closer towards him, “Alright Jason, I’m just going to apply some lubricant for the treatment”. He felt the matrons gloved hands applying a warm and silky substance to his genital region. While he couldn’t help but sigh audibly at her ministrations, she appeared to be unaffected, going about her task in a routine, business-like way.

The ecstatic feelings stopped abruptly and he felt a pressure around his member as his shaft was enclosed by what he imagined to be some sort of plastic tube or cylinder. What was going to happen? Was he going to get a release? But surely his mistress wouldn’t allow this release to be provided and overseen by another in this manner?

“Alright Jason, now as per the instructions of your mistress, you’re to experience your treatment in full sensory deprivation and therefore I will be applying a gag and ear-muffs following which your treatment will commence for the stipulated duration. If you experience any significant discomfort you can push the button located on the side of the table with your right hand. However, please note that any interruptions will need to be reported. Therefore I would advise you to do this only if you really have to! Are you ready to begin?”

Almost immediately after Jason voiced an unconvincing affirmation of his readiness he felt a spherical object being inserted into his mouth and a strap passing under his head. His ears were then encased by a soft, furry muff leaving him in an all-encompassing sensory void.

***

Monique admired herself in her mirror, pleased with her preparations for the evening. In addition to the aforementioned negligee, she wore dark black earrings, a sparkling platinum necklace and a pair of elegant but pronounced high heels. Her dark brown hair curled around the back of her ears before retreating behind her shoulders. She sauntered out of her bathroom towards her bed, the muffled sounds of an aria from Tosca still emanating from the recording playing downstairs. She collapsed onto her bed as if permitting herself an indulgent rest following her meticulous toilette. While lying on the bed, she slowly ran her slender fingers up her thighs, briefly catching and hiking the bottom of the negligee before moving her hands over her stomach with one hand then climbing upwards towards the nape of her neck and the other towards her side as she embraced and cradled herself.

Tonight she would have her compliant Jason kiss her from head to toe, worshipping every inch of her body. After a suitable period of obeisance she would have him suck gently on her breasts. She would then apply a blindfold before nudging his head down between her thighs following which she would bask in the expert ministrations of his well-trained tongue for as long as she desired. Being blindfolded he would have nothing other than her musky scent to distract him from his task of bringing her the exquisite pleasure she sought.

***

Jason sat in the quiet, still darkness for what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes. Then he felt the device encapsulating his shaft start to move slowly upwards and downwards, creating a delicious sensation. After the end of the device almost reached the base of his shaft, the cycle continued, slowly upwards and then downwards again. Was this how he was to obtain his much anticipated release? Or was there perhaps something darker his mistress had in store for him? His train of thought was interrupted as the pace of the upward, downward movement began to increase gradually. Jason couldn’t help but moan into the gag, his embarrassment overwhelmed by the result of his protracted spate of testing and denial. He felt his arousal growing, building beyond a pleasant buzz into a more constant, burning sensation. Was this going to be his release? It seemed rather unorthodox but at that moment he didn’t care, a release in any form would do!

As he felt himself drawing closer and closer to climax, his hips attempted to buck against the restraints. He lost his attempts at decorum as he writhed, ragged gasps punctuating his moans into the gag. Suddenly the sensation stopped. His heart sank, “Surely something’s wrong”, he though, his anxiety building. A few seconds later he felt the movement and the accompanying sensations resume slowly at which he breathed a sigh of relief. The movements continued for some time at an excruciatingly slow pace, keeping his level of arousal at a consistent throbbing but without increasing it beyond this. After what seemed like a while (but was probably only a minute or two), the pace began to increase again. Jason felt his arousal begin to build once again towards the point of no return. His restrained hands grasped the cushioned surface of the table as he felt himself drawing closer to the relief he longed for so badly. “Just a few more strokes”, he thought as he reached the brink.
“What the…?”, he garbled into the gag as the movement stopped yet again, just as he was so close to crossing the threshold into blissful orgasm. Had he not been so overwhelmed in his pent up state, he would have noticed that this time the motion paused for a bit longer than the last before resuming the slow, torturous stroking. As he gathered his composure he wondered whether this was some form of build-up prior to a pending climax. He knew his mistress loved teasing – she maintained that his orgasms were much more intense when he had been taken to the edge and cruelly denied a number of times. Not taking his orgasms lightly, it was important to her that there was a sufficient build up in order to make the event as memorable as possible (a focus on quality rather than quantity, one might say). Was this perhaps a form of foreplay or was it something even more sinister? His thoughts were interrupted by a return to the slow but steady rise in the speed of the mechanical ministrations.

***

Story continues in Part 5.

Frustration Outsourced – Part 3

(Continued from Part 2)

As would be expected of any enterprising 21st century business woman, Monique regularly reviewed the various activities in her day-to-day existence that she found time consuming and tedious. These activities were then outsourced, delegated or automated. For managing her diary and fulfilling miscellaneous tasks she had a virtual assistant, a local dry cleaner for laundry, a maid for domestic chores, websites for online shopping and in the absence of culinary inspiration there were always restaurants.

One important thing that she had not been able to outsource was the maintenance of a suitable level of frustration and desperation in Jason. As most dominant women would agree, there is nothing better than the ministrations of a sub who has been extensively teased and denied release. While she loved teasing and tormenting Jason, she was concerned that the frequency which she believed was required could lead to something she took great pleasure feeling like a chore. Therefore she set about trying to find solutions to avoid this happening. She experimented with self-teasing which had predictable results i.e. frequent mishaps. She decided to set about devising a solution that would fulfil her requirements (and perhaps those of women in a similar situation) in a convenient and safe manner.

***

Jason followed the woman down the passage into what appeared to be an ordinary consulting room. The office was furnished with the usual desk, chairs, PC but with no personal effects. A medical examination chair was the only item of furniture that distinguished this from a normal office. The matron gestured towards the seat in front of her desk and took her own seat behind the desk. She ruffled through a few papers and then said, “I just have a few questions as a formality before we get started…” to which Jason awkwardly replied “Go ahead…”
“Alright Jason, I am just reviewing the comments from your Mistress here. I need to confirm with you – when where you last granted release?” Jason replied, “ummm, last Sunday”
“So effectively six days ago?”
“Yes, that’s correct”
“Have you been teased since then?”
“Yes, I have”
“Roughly how extensively?”
“Mistress has conducted two sessions of around an hour each with the occasional shorter session of a few minutes”
“Alright, how would you rate your current level of arousal from 1 – 10?”
“Uhhh… about 8?”
“Put it this way, what is the longest you have been denied release?”
“This is the longest I’ve experienced so I am pretty frustrated”
“Yes, you must be. I see that her brief stipulates that you used to enjoy orgasms at least daily, if not twice daily, prior to your arrangement with her?”
“Yes, that is correct”
“Thank you. And I see that she has conducted a complete tolerance test… very thorough”
“Ummm, yes, I think so”
Monique was meticulous in everything that she did, whether it was a marketing strategy or a financial forecast. Her test of Jason’s tolerance levels was no exception. Her desire for an optimum return from Jason’s “appointment” resulted in a careful examination of his natural arousal levels and ability for restraint. A painstaking session where he was asked to masturbate until close to the point of no return numerous times was conducted. The duration of each “edge” was recorded in the template provided for her by her service provider. Any additional observations regarding Jason’s demeanour and reactions were included as footnotes.
“Alright, Jason, would you be so kind as to remove your clothing?”
“Yes, of course” replied Jason has he nervously unbuttoned his shirt, removed his trousers and boxer shorts and tossed his clothing into a neat pile. He remained standing, naked except for his plastic chastity cage, waiting upon further instruction.
“Thank you, please take a seat on the examination chair”.
Jason approached the chair and sat down in it, failing miserably at a relaxed disposition.
“Please site back and relax” echoed the matron to which Jason sat back into the chair.
“Jason, I need to examine your chastity cage and prepare you for your treatment. To do this, I am required to restrain you as per your Mistress’s instructions. Is this acceptable to you?”
“Yes, if my Mistress requires it”
“Thank you, Jason. Please can you put your hands behind the seat”. Jason put his hands behind the seat and the matron gently secured each hand in cuffs situated behind the back of the chair. She then secured his ankles to each of the leg rests.
“I see you are wearing the Bon4 device”, she said as she opened the cabinet in her office, “Do you have any discomfort?”
“Other than the obvious, no, not at all”
“Excellent.” The matron fumbled in the cabinet and turned towards Jason holding a key. She unlocked the padlock that secured the chastity device and slid it off his neglected manhood. She then began to inspect him carefully, fondling him in a gentle but business-like manner. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Jason began to grow hard, much to his embarrassment. The matron ignored this completely and said “Everything seems to be in order. I see you have been shaved recently so that means we can move onto your treatment. Are you ready?”
“Ummm, of course yes” replied Jason.
“Alright Jason. Now, the protocol stipulated by your Mistress requires that you are blindfolded for your treatment. I am going to put on a blindfold, OK?”
“Yes, sure” said Jason, still in a bewildered state.
The Matron put a blindfold over Jason’s eyes, blocking his vision entirely.
“Now I’m going to release you from the chair and cuff your wrists”
He felt the restraints being removed and she asked him to stand with his hands behind his back. He then felt cuffs being applied to his wrists as he stood in oblivion waiting for the next instruction.
“OK, now on to the treatment room, please follow me slowly” said the Matron as he felt her gently prodding him in the desired direction.

***

Story continues in Part 4.

Frustration Outsourced – Part 2

(Continued from Part 1)

Monique regularly attended art exhibitions and the Miro exhibition at the Tate was no exception. While she would be sociable, catching up with old friends and perhaps making a few fairly superficial new acquaintances, she certainly wouldn’t have expected to meet anyone special that evening. Her friend, Alyssa, had been telling her about a new artist she had discovered, bragging about a few works of his that she had purchased. Coincidentally, it turned out that he was there at the exhibition and, never being one to miss an opportunity to be the centre of attention, she insisted upon introducing Monique to her “find”.

Monique was instantly drawn to Jason’s warmth, quiet confidence and his witty, self-deprecating sense of humour. Despite only having just met him, she felt immediately comfortable talking to him and it was clear that the interest was reciprocal. Alyssa soon realised that she was no longer the epicentre of the interaction and excused herself leaving the two of them to talk. For the first time in what seemed like ages, Monique engaged in flirtatious banter, making fun of his awkwardness and basking in his obvious attraction to her. At the end of the evening he had asked if he could see her again. Despite the misgivings of the voice in her head, she accepted leaving him grinning like a smitten schoolboy. Surely there could be no harm in seeing him again, after all he was younger than her and what were the chances of it growing into anything? It seemed counterintuitive to pass up an opportunity to have such fun again and the voice of caution was subsequently ignored.

An enjoyable first date turned into a second and then a third. They enjoyed spending time together and despite the obvious chemistry between them, at no point did Jason attempt to push things. Their relationship seemed to evolve organically without rigid expectations. Neither was there any pressure from a physical perspective and Jason clearly understood and respected her circumstances. After a date which culminated in a passionate kiss outside her house, the previously subdued voice of caution echoed its warning, “You know where this is going, do you want to go there again?”. She realised that she couldn’t ignore the voice this time and after all, leading Jason on was hardly fair either. She didn’t feel like she had the right to hurt him just because she had been hurt herself. She realised that she would have to do the right thing and end it with him.

The next day she spent some time meditating, calming her mind in an attempt to centre herself and work up the resolve required to do the necessary. After her meditation session a thought dropped into her mind. What if she could pursue the type of relationship she had been fantasising about with Jason? If she controlled the relationship, particularly in a physical sense, surely there would be no risk to her and they would be free to pursue the avenue they had started on? But then would he be open to it? Surely the odds of him sharing her interests were minimal? Then on the other hand, their relationship had come so easily and as was her experience in life, things worth having rarely fall from the sky. Perhaps this was the challenge that stood in the way of her desires being fulfilled? After all, the alternative was to end things anyway so what did she have to lose?

Monique had planned broaching the subject very carefully. She explained that while she would never want him to be anything other than his own person, she would control certain aspects of their relationship, specifically those of a physical nature. Jason was at first intrigued if not a bit apprehensive but his overwhelming desire to be with her and to please her won over any initial misgivings. Furthermore, while he had had many romantic dalliances, Monique’s allure was unparalleled and he was certainly willing to give it a try. After all, much of the way in which they interacted up until this point seemed to be in keeping with where she wanted things to end up.

The intimate aspects of their relationship progressed in a slow, measured manner. They spent much time cuddling and kissing, during which his interest in her was demonstrated in a rather tangible manner by an almost constant bulge in his trousers. She had him serve her in very basic ways, giving her foot massages, kissing her neck and back. Despite his frustration, he relished bringing her pleasure and soon found that he couldn’t get enough of it. Over time she started teasing him more actively and while she did not have penetrative intercourse with him, they saw to each other’s needs in a variety of other ways.

Monique loved the urgency of Jason’s desire and found, as was portrayed in her stories, that there was a direct correlation between her pleasure and the denial of his. She started teasing and denying him more frequently which only increased his subservience and the intensity of the release when it was granted. Jason had been fortunate to enjoy an active and inventive sex life prior to meeting Monique but nothing matched the sheer feelings of bliss he experienced when with her, even when denied the very objective his body was designed to pursue. He was only permitted to touch himself or achieve orgasm with her permission. Prior to meeting her he had enjoyed at least one orgasm a day, whenever he felt the urge within his loins. However, Monique gradually reduced this from every other day to once every few days.

Jason experienced a rampant and consistent conflict between his natural, virile urges and his desire to obey. Sometimes his urges got the better of him leading to mishaps. The extensive teasing he was subjected to in-between releases only exacerbated the problem. Monique knew that he hated disappointing her and she appreciated how difficult her regime was for him. She pondered ways to assist him and came across a very practical solution – a chastity cage. A prolonged period of denial intensified by excruciating and nearly constant teasing lead to a perhaps unwise declaration that he would do “anything” for her if she would grant him release. She held him to his commitment and after relieving his suffering she secured a plastic chastity cage around what was to become her restricted access property.

***

After reaching the bottom of the stairs, Jason found himself in a room which was akin to that of a Doctor’s waiting room. The atmosphere was comfortable if not a bit clinical. A plain looking receptionist greeted him and kindly requested that he take a seat until called for his appointment. Jason positioned himself in an easy chair and browsed through a selection of magazines, settling on the previous week’s edition of the Economist. As he flipped through the pages his excitement increased and he noticed his heart starting to pound more rapidly. He tried to read a few articles on topics ranging from new book releases through to the proliferation of genetically modified crops in Sub Saharan Africa. He was unable to focus on anything and it felt like time itself had slowed to a standstill. His vain attempts to pass the time were finally interrupted by an attractive, if not slightly homely, woman in a matron’s uniform entering the room. “Jason?” she asked in a professional but friendly manner, “Please follow after me”.

***

Story continues in Part 3.

Frustration Outsourced – First draft of an original story!

After much procrastination I’ve finally put pen to paper (or keys to the screen?). Please click here to read the result of my efforts, feedback most welcome (and would be very useful in helping me find the motivation to finish it off!).