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TEASE AND DENIAL 3

Teasing you has caused my breathing to be heavier; my lips are now swollen and engorged with blood and I run my hands over my breasts - to feel them swelling over the edge of the leather corset. I slip one hand into the corset and begin to caress my nipple. I know this drives you crazy and when I pull my hand out I "accidentally" allow the nipple to escape the confines of the top. The nipple is hard and erect and you know that I'm aroused by your plight. You also know that I'm going to make sure I have an orgasm before I'll even consider allowing you the same privilege. You're unable to move, bound as you are to that hard wooden chair, but your cock - MY cock - continues to throb and twitch, and I can see your heart beating in your chest. Your breathing is harsh and ragged - you sound as if you just ran up five flights of stairs! All this just because you've been teased and denied for a couple of weeks! I straddle your lap, lowering myself towards my pulsating cock. MY cock because it truly belongs to me! Mine to do with as I please. I stop when I'm only inches from my cock. I'm so close that you can feel the heat from my vulva. Imagine the heat deep inside my pussy! Of course that's all you CAN do - imagine. Will you ever be allowed to experience the delights of that hot, moist cunt? Perhaps. Perhaps not. That's the thing, isn't it? You never really know. I keep you in such a state of arousal that you can't think straight any more. All you know for sure is that you want to come. And come, and come, and come. Right now my cock is straining to reach that sweet, elusive target, but I stay just out of reach..

Then, without warning, I lower myself against the hard cock. I rub myself obscenely against it, pressing my pussy lips, my clitoris, against its tumescence. You can feel the moisture, the heat, every little nook and cranny against your (MY!) hyper-sensitive cock as I use you as my very own sex toy, my own dildo, my own vibrator and bring myself to orgasm. I pant and moan, shudder and quiver, but speak no words. I relax for a moment against my useful little toy and enjoy the moment. Hearing you moan and whimper in my ear is the icing on the cake of my orgasm. I know that you'd love to come right now. That you'd love to thrust against me and spurt all that pent-up come against the thin leather of my panties but you dare not. Much better to wait until I permit it. Assuming, of course, that I WILL permit it. I stand, take a deep breath, and leave the room. You cry out in agony! "What about ME?" you want to shout, but you dare not. All that you've suffered during the past couple of weeks would be for nothing if you're denied today. And there's still a chance, a slim one, that you'll be allowed to come. Your patience is rewarded and you see me return with a large, sharp-looking knife in my hand. Hopefully this is for the rope! It is. I cut the binding that holds your right hand and nod towards your engorged penis. You hesitate, just for a moment, before moving your hand towards my cock. You don't want to get it wrong - don't want any misunderstandings at THIS stage! "Go ahead" I tell you, "You're allowed to stroke - but you must follow my instructions and then I'll tell you when you're allowed to come.

IF you're allowed to come!" You don't hesitate any more and begin to stroke my cock with long, smooth strokes - exactly as instructed. The pleasure is almost cancelled out by the pain. My cock is so exquisitely sensitive by now that each stroke causes agony. You have to pause in order to restrain yourself. It would be SO easy to just allow yourself the release. But you know that the decision is not yours, but mine. "Stroke!", I order you, and then "Beg!". And so you stroke, and beg. Beg and stroke. If you weren't bound to this chair you'd be on your knees, grovelling and whimpering, begging for the ultimate release. Your mind is in turmoil. You hate me for putting you through this, don't you? You love me too. That's why you'll suffer the pain, the humiliation of tease and denial. That's why you've given that cock over to me for my pleasure, to tease, to toy with, to use as I will. Your cock will never be truly yours again - not now that you've given it to ME! For now your cock belongs to your Mistress, your Masturbatrix - your Goddess of Tease and Denial!

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