my lessons in tease, orgasm denial and Femdom control training

New Femdom Fiction featuring Mistress Cassandra

Since I will be traveling for a few weeks, Mistress Cassandra has permitted me to post some of the fiction I have been writing at her command. I will post additional chapters of this work as time permits. Respectful comments are always welcome.

Everything as it Should Be . . .

Dedicated to the Queen of Denial

Chapter 1 – Introduction to Denial

It was Friday night after a particularly long week and my wife Cassandra had cleverly steered the conversation around to thoughts that she felt would enhance our lovemaking. Being a typical hot-blooded male, anytime she broached the subject of sex I listened with keen interest.

“Quinn,” she said in a breathy voice, “I think we need to spice things up a bit.”

“Do you have anything in mind?” I responded a bit too quickly. Mental images of her incredible naked form floated to the surface of my consciousness. Her reply puzzled me.

“I want too… well, you know… make it more exciting for both of us and (pausing momentarily) last a bit longer and happen more often.”

 “I didn’t know I disappointed you”, came my replied, “I always try to satisfy you before myself.”

Her response was reassuring, “Oh Quinn, your stamina is great. You give me wonderful orgasms all the time. It’s just that after you … (another awkward pause) … cum, you lose all interest sex for the next day or two and I have to waiting for you to reload before we can have at it again.”

With some relief I spoke carefully, “Thanks Cassandra, I appreciate the compliment but you know that’s natural for us males. We weren’t given your capacity for unlimited orgasms.”

“I know that Quinn”, she retorted with a little sarcasm, “Do you think I was born yesterday? What I have in mind is delaying you’re… (She softened her voice) release so we extend the pleasure. You know, sort of hold back the flood gates to prolong and increase our lovemaking.”

She was so sexy, so irresistible, in her expression there was no way I could say no. I wanted to take her right on the spot. “I’m game, anything you say dear”.

 “Oh Quinn”, she giggled, “you are the best man a woman could ever have. Let’s go upstairs right now and get started.”

We practically ran to the bedroom; touching and tickling all the way. We unbuttoned, unzipped and unsnapped each other in record time. Soon she was on her back, legs spread wide and I was filling her with slow, measured thrusts. The feel of her velvety sex was difficult to resist, but I concentrated on the words of our earlier conversation and held back for her satisfaction. It didn’t take long. Soon Cassandra was meeting every motion of mine with an equal and opposite reaction that had us both moaning and panting like animals. Fortunately for me, she climaxed before I had to withdraw to prevent the same. We lay together; her basking in the glow of post orgasmic bliss while I remained hard and fully primed.

“That was amazing Quinn”, she said after catching her breath.  “I could do that all day.”

“Glad one of us can”, I responded with a hint of dismay in my voice.

“But you can”, my naked wife beamed. “We can do this again an hour from now and you’ll be just as motivated as you were a moment ago.”

I couldn’t argue with her. My rampant erection made it impossible to refute her logic.

“Why don’t you go and get me some juice, I’m parched” she winked. “I need to stay hydrated after all that exercise.

Smiling, I spoke with a dry wit, “I’ve got plenty of juice right here and we don’t even need to get out of bed.”

“Quinn”, she said with mock sternness, “that fluid needs to stay right where it is so that you’ll be ready for round two. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten our little talk already?”

Jumping out of bed, I proceeded to the fridge; my voice echoing in the room as a left, “No dear, anything you say dear.”

“And don’t you forget it”, came the cheerful reply.

Two hours later I was at my desk, trying to concentrate on some paperwork leftover from the previous week. My cock wouldn’t completely soften. I could still imagine the intoxicating feel of Cassandra’s pussy. It was… haunting. No matter how many times I re-read the paragraphs in front of me, I couldn’t focus my mind on anything but sex. In this state, Cassandra’s arrival in the doorway, dressed only in bra and panties, was doubly overwhelming.

“Ready to go again?” she purred.

“I never stopped being ready”, came my quick answer.

“Good, I like my men like that” she said as she gracefully sat in the leather wingback chair opposite my desk. “Why don’t you show me what you’ve got, big boy.”

Unaccustomed to her directness, I stood up and began to remove my clothes.

“Slowly”, she whispered. “No need to hurry. Make it sexy. Imagine you’re a stripper trying for a big tip. Make me want you… need you.  First the shirts, then the pants, then… use your imagination.”

I tried my best to give her a show. Not practiced at this, I hesitated a little but her sultry demeanor helped me get into the part. Soon I was swinging my shed garments and flashing skin to her obvious enjoyment.

“Not bad” she said laughing. “I’ve seen better strip shows but never with a model so eager to please.”

I didn’t recall her mentioning strip shows before.

“You have natural talent” she continued. “A little training and you could go pro! Now come over here and let me feel the merchandize.”

As I move closer, she took my cock and balls in her hands. Oh God, such a feathery touch. I almost came right then and there. Sensing my overflowing passion, she raised her voice, “Whoa big fella, looks like you’re too skittish to even entering the starting gate. Maybe you should go down and get drink from the watering hole while you settle down.”

Guess correctly at what she meant, I dropped to my knees and slowly began to lick her already moist pussy. I rarely performed oral sex on Cassandra, believing that she preferred penetration. However on this occasion she opened like a flower, spreading her legs and her nether lips to accept my tentative advances. Soon she began urging me on with both her hands as well as passionate commands.

“Faster!”

“Not there, lower… and deeper!”

“Use your whole mouth, not just your tongue!”

I tried to follow her urgent, insistent instructions as the heels of her feet dug into my back to spur me on. Like an experienced cowgirl riding her prize bull, she twisted and thrust her cunt against my face. I don’t know how long the ride lasted, but it must have been a record. She came with a violent shudder that had me holding her hips just to stay connected. My mouth and her pussy were the only things that existed for either of us at that moment. Finally, after several minutes of orgasmic aftershocks, she relaxed into the chair and smiled at me.

“Nice ride, I’ll have to pick you from the stable more often.”

“You’re quite the equestrian”, I responded getting my breath back, “a rough rider for sure.” I shifted my position, while still on my knees, to move my cock closer to her wet, inviting pussy I was kissing only moments before. As I moved to enter her, she stopped me. With my cockhead just touching her glistening sex she spoke.

“My stud wants to sew his wild oats? Just remember our new arrangement”, she said with authority. “You can slip in for a little trot, but absolutely NO ORGASM! Understand stud?”

 I could only nod yes is silence. I was so horny; I was disparate for any relief. Cassandra lay back fully naked and fully relaxed as I fucked. I pumped in and out of her until my forbidden orgasm approached. I looked pleadingly into her eyes but found no hint of compassion. Without a word she rejected my unvoiced request. Narrowing her beautiful eyes and with a slight tilt of her head the expression was clear. NO ORGASM was communicated so loudly that I withdrew immediately. My correct response was rewarded with devilish smile. We didn’t need to say anything. She exited the room with a regal air while I was left to collect my scattered clothing.

Similar scenarios were repeated four more times throughout the weekend each with similar endings. Each time she left completely sated while I was left high and dry. I was impulsively drawn to her, I really needed her… and she knew it. Whenever we were in the same room the sexual tension was undeniable. She would catch me looking at her and give me a knowing smile in return. Like a concert virtuoso she played me like a Stradivarius.

Finally, thankfully, at Sunday night dinner, Cassandra broached the topic of sex. “Quinn, this weekend was everything I could have hoped for… it was wonderful.”

“I could have hoped for a little more”, I said with far too much sarcasm in my voice.

“Don’t whine Quinn, it’s not attractive. You know you enjoyed every minute of it. You’ve lusted after me more this weekend than in the last year of our marriage. What’s more, you were a better lover than you’ve been in a long, long time. I say this little experiment was an unqualified success, wouldn’t you?”

She had a point. I hadn’t thought about sex this much since I was a teenager. Also, I didn’t want to disappoint her and I was still as horny as hell. I carefully choose my words so as not to offend my sexy wife.

“Yes darling, I’m sorry. It was an incredible weekend. Thank you for creating it for us.” A smile positively exploded on her face. Pressing my luck, I continued. “I’m a lucky man to be married to such a beautiful, sexy and imaginative woman. I wish we could make love right now.” There was no doubt about that last sentence being true. My cock was so hard it was practically ripping through my pants.

Those last words hung in the air like a fog. I waited… I examined Cassandra’s face for a hint of what she was thinking. Finally, a smile appeared on her lovely features. A Mona Lisa smile, promising everything but delivering only a taste.

“You want to cum?” Those full lips said smiling just a little more. “You want to release all the sperm that’s been building up this weekend?”

“Oh God, yes,” I replied starting to stand. I wanted… I needed to get closer to her. A simple hand signal from her froze me in my tracks. The smile remained but that lovely hand permitted me to go no further. I racked my brain for ideas on how to proceed. Desperately I search for a way to rescue my hopeless situation. Then, without consciously identifying them, the words came forth.

“Please, Cassandra!”

That was all it took. The hand stopping my advancement was withdrawn and the grin grew to that stunning smile I adored. As I approached, she opened her arms but remained seated. The only way for me to return the offered hug, and to feel her incredible body, was to get on my knees and wrap my arms around her… I did.

I hugged her so tightly and for so long that she finally exclaimed, “Quinn, you don’t want to hurt me do you?” I relaxed my bear hug and she continued. “You really are ready aren’t you?”

Having achieved success before, my mind responded instinctively, “Please, Cassandra, Please!”

“Please what?” she responded coyly.

“Please, I need you”, I said.

“Of course you do” her voice dripping with empathy. “And you’ve got me.”

“Can we…” my voice failing before finishing the thought.

“Can we what, my dear,” she prompted.

“Can we make love?” my voice all but trembling.

“I have a better idea” she cooed. “Take off those clothes and I’ll let you have what you need right here.”

I was naked and at her feet again in no time. The feeling when she closed her had around my cock made me swoon.

“Is this what you want?”

All I could do was expel a heavy sigh.

 “I didn’t understand you.” Her hand retreating from my cock momentarily while repeating the query, “Is that what you need?”

“Oh yes, God yes. I need you” was my immediate reply not wanting to lose the grip of her delicate hand again.

 “I know that you need me Quinn, but what else do you need?”

I couldn’t think with her hand slowly fondling my deprived, sensitive cock. The words flowed from my mouth as if on autopilot.

“I need to cum Cassandra”, is pleaded to my wife.

“That’s right. You need Cassandra. You need to cum. You need Cassandra to let you cum, isn’t that right?” she questioned me.

I wanted to cum so badly that no resistance was left. Her ultra soft fingers caressed my flesh in a way drove me mad.

“Yes. Please! I need Cassandra to let me cum. Please let me cum Cassandra.”

“Alright my anxious little boy” she admonished in a slightly superior tone. “I’ll let you squirt. But I want you to promise me something first. It’s something you’ll like. It’s something that will enable you to feel just the way you do right now.”

“Yes… Please… anything Cassandra! Please let me cum Cassandra!” The sensations invoked by her artful hand allowed for no disagreement.

 “I want you to promise that we’ll continue our new arrangement all next week. I want you to promise you’ll be ready to make love anytime I choose. I want you highly motivated for sex every night, just like right now. Will you promise?”

I promised anything and everything she asked. I promised to rub her feet on demand. I promised to give her a massage when requested. I promised to make her cum at any time and in any fashion she chose. But especially, I promised not to orgasm again until she allowed it.

“You promise not to make yourself cum when I’m not looking?” she asked.

“No Cassandra, I promise I won’t cum when you’re not looking.”

“I know you do that” she snapped.

“Do what?” I said innocently as possible.

“Masturbate” she said in harsh tone. “You masturbate when you think I’m not watching, don’t you.”

Stupefied at this turn of events, I remained silent.

“DON’T YOU?” her gentle hand moving from my cock to my exposed balls giving them a not so gentle squeeze.

“Yes” I said meekly. “I’m sorry Cassandra; it’s just that I get so horny sometimes.”

“Well that all changes as of this moment. No more playing with yourself. No more masturbation unless I say so, got it?”

“Got it” I said.

“Promise me” was the reply.

“I promise”

“You promise what” she said sharply.

“I promise not to masturbate without your permission Cassandra”.

“Good, I’m glad we have an understanding about that” her hand returning once again to my aching cock and stoking it with a skill that made me shiver with desire to my very core.

“Are you ready to cum now?” she asked again with a teasing smirk on her lips.

“Please Cassandra, Please, Oh Please may I cum for you now? Pleeeeeeeease!”

She released my cock from the erotic motions of her hand and said “Very well, you may now squirt for me.”

“But aren’t you going to…” my voice trailed off.

“No” she replied forcefully. “You have my permission, for this one time, to masturbate. I want to see what you were doing behind my back all those years. Now get going before I change my mind.”

I looked pleadingly into those exotic eyes but found no leniency. Her last statement lingered in my thoughts for only a moment before the comprehension kicked in. If I didn’t masturbate for her now, I might not get to cum at all. Given those choices, I quickly grabbed my dick and started stroking.  In less than a minute I was spraying all over the floor at her feet.

After I caught my breath, she smiled down at me and commented “that didn’t take long. Quite a load you deposited for me. Go get something to clean up this mess that you made.”  The emphasis on you was unmistakable. It was only then my mind perceived the inequality of the situation. My wife was completely dressed and seated comfortably in her chair while I was naked and on my knees at her feet having just jacked off after asking for permission. The expression on her face told me she knew my thoughts and was enjoying the embarrassment of my realization.

I started to speak, “Cassandra… I didn’t…”

“GO!” she interrupted. “Clean up your mess this instant.”

I struggled to get up and left to find the cleaning supplies necessary to remove the puddles of cum on the floor. Fortunately for me, when I returned she was gone.

Later that night, as we lay holding each other in bed, my wife whispered “Thank you for a lovely weekend. I’m still tingling all over.”

“Me too”, I replied without hesitation.

“I could tell” she whispered back as she reached down to take hold of my cock. Even with the previous encounter, it started to stiffen under her touch. “Everything as it should be” was the last thing I heard her say before I drifted off into a tenuous sleep.

Next Chapter

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2 responses

  1. I’m happy to see such devotion, and remember to re set the chastity ticker when you leave for vacation. What I am looking forward to is when you get back. Too much cumming makes the brain hazy and lazy. Locking you back up is my contribution to Femdom.

    May 12, 2011 at 2:38 pm

    • q

      All will be as you command Mistress.
      I may return lazy but You always find creative ways to correct bad behaviors.

      May 12, 2011 at 7:01 pm

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