Giving her control: be careful what you wish for
INTRODUCTION: I couldn't think of a good title for this story. But really, the story itself is the most important thing. This is a piece of unfinished business, so to speak, that was terminated abruptly by the decision of a certain lady to stop camming here. This is how I fantasize about the ending to our little game.
"I know how long you've been waiting for this," said Claudia. "The night of you orgasm is finally here. Please come in." These were the words he craved. For three long, agonizing weeks he had denied himself orgasm, had sacrificed his own release in order to please his angel. Tonight would be his reward. He would offer her that bubbling, churning orgasm; she would make him scream as he exploded at her touch--most certainly more than once. She would drain him until he was spent and shaking. He had never before sacrificed an orgasm to her, and he could not wait until she tore it from him, like a lioness devouring her prey.
He watched her from behind as she led the way inside her apartment. She was always beautiful, but tonight she was especially stunning. Her hair was loose and free, she was wearing a white silk blouse with a black blazer, and a long black skirt. She wore elegant peep-toe flats and sheer black silk stockings. The contrast of her luminous porcelain skin against the black fabric was mesmerizing.
Once inside, she took off her glasses, turned to him and reached up, placed her arms around his shoulders, clasped her hands behind his neck, and pulled his face close to hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist and caressed the small of her back. He swelled, aching, his body surging. She had taunted him for weeks, exciting him, edging him. She bit her lip, then whispered, "Thank you for dinner. It's time for dessert now." They both giggled; she leaned in an pressed her mouth against his ear. "Say it," she whispered. "You know what I need to hear."
He trembled. "Please goddess," he said. "Please accept my offering. Please take my orgasm for your amusement."
She pulled back and locked eyes with him. "Yes, my sir," she said. She was his exquisite submissive, and he had taken her on erotic journeys she had never imagined. Lately, however, Claudia had expressed an interest in sensual domination. He wanted her to experience all the aspects of erotica, to explore all her fantasies to the fullest. He was strong, and had expected he might enjoy the challenge of prolonged orgasm denial. She was curious about orgasm denial from the dominant side, so he let her explore that fantasy. He had certainly denied and controlled many of her orgasms already. Her pleas for mercy and frantic begging for release had been like a symphony to his ears.
Without further words, she began to unbutton his shirt. He stopped her hand and said, "Here? We're in the living room." She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "Have you given yourself to me or not?" she said sharply. "If so, then I will do what I wish to you. I will have you naked. Right here, right now. Or would you rather wait another week?" He was stunned at her aggressiveness, but he liked it all the same. "Yes, goddess," he replied.
She undressed him rather quickly, then stepped back to admire her work. "Clasp your hands behind your back," she said. He felt somewhat vulnerable, but he enjoyed watching her take control of the situation. His erection was standing out, bobbing in the open air. She grabbed him by the tip. "Come along, little boy," she said playfully, and he happily scuffled after her, being led along like his shaft was a leash, all the while keeping his hands behind his back.
Once in the bedroom, she had him stand there with his hands remaining behind his back, while she walked over to the picture window curtains. "I have a surprise for you," she said, and pulled the draw strings. As the curtains opened, he saw in front of the window a large, black St. Andrew's cross. He blinked in disbelief. She had gone a bit too far with this fantasy, he thought. "Look what I bought," she said with enthusiasm. "That's where you are going to be while I take your orgasm from you." Her window glass was frosted, and the curtain liners were behind the cross, so no one could see inside. He had hoped this would be a fast and ferocious sexual experience, with him releasing his stored energy over and over until he was spent and fulfilled. Well then, if she wanted to do it while he was restrained, so much more the fun, he supposed.
She walked back to him and caressed his chest with the backs of her fingers. "Are you ready, my plaything?" she cooed. He was ready; his erection pulsed and tingled and he was on the verge of a spontaneous orgasm. He let her take him by the hand and lead him to the cross. "Turn around," she said, "and prepare to be restrained."
TO BE CONTINUED...