Authors' note: This is the third entry in the "Beads of Fate" series. The first story explains the rules in detail which are used here.
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Fifteen weeks. That's how long it has been since my last orgasm. You are in high spirits when you hand me the bag to draw my fate for the week.
"Let's see if you get lucky this time, or if you'll have to suffer some more. Fingers crossed for the latter."
I do not like my odds. As always, there is only a single green bead in the bag, but there are also 10 clear ones, that do not give me anything, two salmons, and one silver. I briefly think if I could even take the 10 minutes of playing a salmon bead would allow me in my current state of arousal, or if another week of complete denial wouldn't be easier. I try not to lose hope, though, as there is a chance I will draw the green and get my long-awaited release at last.
"You know, even if you manage to get your green this week, it'll be at least another fifteen weeks before you even get another chance."
Your reminder of the rules are, of course, unnecessary, as I am unlikely to forget the scheme of ever-increasing denial periods you devised. My only hope is the silver bead, and that you will actually give me a challenge I can beat for a change. I am actually fairly certain that now, after more than 3 months without release, I could manage to come pretty easily just by humping the towel if you tie me up again like last time. I doubt you would make it that easy for me, though, with your recent increase in meanness. While the rules have stayed mostly the same, you have drastically reduced the number of "fun" beads I get for making you come. Most of the time, you just add more clear beads to the bag, with the occasional salmon, hence the current composition. One time you were feeling particularly generous and added two blue beads to the bag, before you informed me of one "minor" modification of the rules: Since, you argued, I am enjoying your orgasms so much, they should really be considered rewards. For this reason you now take one bead out of the bag for the first orgasm I give you during each session. If you only have one orgasm, I lose a bead, if you have two, you still take one, but then also add one, resulting in no net change. To actually get more beads added to the bag, you therefore need to have at least three orgasms during a single session, and given that I get to draw three each week, I really need to make sure you are completely sexually satisfied. You have reminded me that the consequences for running out of beads would be dire, and as a result you have been having more orgasms than ever before while I am in the longest stretch of denial I've ever had. After a particularly intense session, where you had multiple, very intense orgasms, you declared that this was so good, it must have been more exciting than a teasing session for me, and took one of the blue beads you had just added recently. The second blue bead was also traded for one of your orgasms, limiting me to very few, short ten minute supervised self-play sessions since you have instituted this change. Needless to say, this has only further added to my arousal and desperation.
"Ok, ready for the moment of truth? Draw your beads."
I reach into the bag, and retrieve a single bead, placing it on the night stand: It is clear, as I feared. I remind myself that this means that there's now I higher probability to get the green bead, and I get another bead from the bag, putting it next to the first one. They are identical; another clear. I sigh heavily.
"Now, now. You still have one more chance. But after fifteen weeks, one more isn't going to make much difference either..."
I disagree, but am resigned to my fate. Then, surprisingly, the third bead I draw from the bag turns out to be a silver one. A challenge! I might even get an orgasm this week! The very thought makes my penis throb with excitement.
"Hmm, interesting. Let's see... Would you like to come?"
The question confuses me a bit, but of course I do.
"Yes, please, ma'am! It's been so long, and I don't know how much longer I can take it."
"Well, then, here is my offer: You can choose to have an orgasm today, or decline your silver bead entirely."
This sounds too good to be true. The mere thought of being allowed to come is making me hornier than I thought I could be, but I remain cautious.
"What's the catch?"
"If you choose to skip my offer, I will take the green bead out of the bag, and it won't go back in for another five weeks. TWENTY weeks of denial, at least."
That sounds terrifying, but I really did not need any more incentives to choose release.
"I'll let you know, though, that the orgasm won't reset your timer. So you might draw your green bead next week, but then it won't return for another 16 weeks."
While that is unfortunate, it's a frustration a much more desperate future-me will have to live with.
"Ok, that's fair. Thank you, ma'am. When can I start?"
"You can start whenever you are ready, but I won't have you make a mess in this bed where we sleep. You are allowed to go to the bathroom, close the door, and jerk off into the toilet. I'll give you five minutes, but I daresay you won't need that long."
