Believe it
or not, neither of us (Ivey or myself) had ever done anything even
resembling tease and denial. Every session we had up to this point
had ended in at least one of us having an orgasm. And, no, it was not
always me.
We had just
finished signing our new FLR contract (agreement) when Ivey told me
to go to the bedroom, strip naked and wait for her on the bed. Being
a man, and always horny, I had no problem doing as she had ordered.
It didn't
ever matter to me how tired I was, when the offer was made, I would
be sure and muster whatever energy was necessary to hand the
situation. (I am talking about sex, of course.) I did as I was told.
After all, I did want to make things easy for her and I wanted to
show her what a good little sex-slave I could be.
When Ivey
finally walked through the door into our bedroom, she made no
apologies for having made me wait so long. I continued to wait while
she showered and whatever it is women do to get ready for a night of
sexual activity. But when she finally climbed onto the bed, she was
wearing a brand new baby-doll nightie. She looked so hot I was ready
for anything!
Ivey spent
the next twenty or so minutes talking to me about what she expected
out of me as her junior partner, while gently stroking my hard cock
slowly and gently. It was hard for me to concentrate on what she was
saying when she was sexually exciting me as she was. She kept talking
and stroking and stroking and talking. She continued this for over
and hour. Of course, be that time I was begging her to let me cum.
Almost screaming it. I could no longer hear what she was saying. All
I could think of was my own gratification.
Eventually,
Ivey stopped touching me altogether and told me to go to sleep. She
said she was finished and that I just needed to go to sleep. I was
warned that if I masturbated, I would find my cock locked up in a
tiny little cage. So I simply lay there, thinking how good it would
feel to ejaculate. I wanted to cum in the worst way! But I wasn't
allowed that privilege. The truth is, I did not sleep at all that
night. It was a good thing the next day was Saturday, because if I
had to work, I wouldn't have been able to stay awake.
That was
the first of many tease and denial session I would endure, but I will
NEVER forget it!
nemo
Nice post. What came to mind immediately was a chapter from the Real Women Don't Do Housework in which the author advocates sexual teasing while doing 'instructive/suggestive' talk as a means of solidifying her words into her male partners' mind. I have had that done once and it was indeed a powerful experience. You are a lucky man!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment. I will have to check that out.
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Here's a good sample of what she believes and advocates
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Thanks! I will check it out. ;)
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