It all started when I suggested to my beautiful Mistress/Wife that she might like to extend her control over me beyond our monthly one-hour sessions. We've always kept our normal life and our femdom activities fairly separate, although Mistress does sometimes indulge me during the month by sitting on my face after I've come inside her and telling me to lick her clean, or very occasionally scratching my cock and balls during a blowjob, both of which I absolutely love.
I had read on the internet about a game using dice to determine periods of chastity, but the original version was a bit extreme for my liking (I certainly didn't fancy a game which might result in my cock being locked up for 6 years!). So I adopted the format but made it a bit more reasonable and presented the idea to my Mistress. After some brief explanation she agreed to this new game and so after our last femdom session I threw the two dice I had raided from our Monopoly set and scored a pretty reasonable 'seven'. Mistress and I then plotted the date of our next session (always a Sunday) on the calendar and then worked backwards to determine the last date that I was allowed to cum without her permission.
The next few weeks passed without incident and the new 'dice-stop' was not discussed (although it was never far from my thoughts). On the morning the new 'stop' came into force she reminded me that for the next seven days I was only allowed to cum with her permission. I assured her that I was well aware of the date and she smiled and said "Good. Now come back to bed, I need some attention". She didn't have to ask twice and I was soon blissfully lapping at her gorgeous pussy while my hard cock pressed into the mattress.
The first week was fairly uneventful. In fact I was allowed to cum three times. Once on the Sunday (after she had cum, she quickly decided that she wanted to feel me inside her), once on the Monday and once on the Wednesday, twice from normal sex and once from a wonderful blowjob. After the Wednesday I wasn't expecting to be allowed to cum again as we had always left three or four days clear before a session, to make sure that my balls were full.
Knowing that I was unlikely to be called on to 'perform' meant that I could, if I had wanted to, indulged myself in a crafty wank, but as I had already cum three times that week it wasn't hard to abide by the rules. Besides, although I couldn't really understand why or explain it even to my myself, I do love the light-headed feeling of being desperately horny but not allowed to cum.
After our next session on the Sunday I threw the dice again and scored a 'double-three'. The month rolled around and before I knew it my cock was off-limits again, and the week played out much as the previous one had.
Another mind-blowing femdom session followed and as my Mistress handed me the dice she said "Are you sure you want to do this again...". I eagerly agreed, but Mistress continued "...because it seems to me that I have been far too easy on you the first couple of times." Despite not long having emptied my balls in a serious of violent spurts, I felt my cock twitch as she spoke. "But I know you well slave and I bet you've been thinking the same thing."
"Yes Mistress." It was true, there was definitely a part of me that hoped I would throw a double six and that she would make me wait the whole twelve days, while at the same time driving me insane by teasing my cock and having me eat her pussy every night.
I threw the two dice and scored a five and a three. We plucked the calendar from the wall and counted back the eight days from the proposed date of our next session, my cock already stiff at the thought of coming under her control again.
The next three weeks went by and as the deadline approached I made sure that I got to cum on the last day possible. After I had filled my wife's gorgeous pussy full of cum she sat on my face and told me to lick her clean. As she looked down at me tonguing her hole and drinking our juices she started to rub her clit with her finger and said "Savour it, make sure you get every drop. It could be a long time until you get to taste it again."
I knew that what she really meant was 'it could be a long time until you get to cum again', and I found that slightly twisted part of me was already hoping that she would be true to her word. Once I had got every last drop, she slid off of me and I moved between her legs once more to bring her off with my tireless tongue.
Saturday passed without incident and Sunday was a busy day for us. But on Monday night I was allowed to worship Mistress's wonderful pussy and after making her cum very hard I moved up the bed and she curled her fingers around my stiff cock. Her mouth closed around the head and for the next few minutes she licked, sucked and stroked it until I was getting quite close to shooting my load.
I felt utterly tormented now, part of me wanting to keep silent and to explode in her mouth (whatever the consequences) and the other part of me wanting to warn her that I was getting close. As I tried to think straight I suddenly felt her mouth leave my cock and she asked me if I was getting close. I moaned that I was 'very close' and begged her to continue, but instead she let go of my cock, leaving it bobbing in the air.
"You weren't thinking of coming without my permission were you?" She asked tersely.
"No..." I said, suddenly aware that my position was fairly indefensible.
"So how much closer were you going to get before you told me?"
"I, I don't know...." I stammered.
"Hmm." She said and ran the tip of her index finger up and down the underside of my throbbing meat, then circled it around the sensitive spot under the head.
"How close are you?"
"Very close.....Mistress."
"Close enough to cum if I just keep doing this?"
"I think so Mistress."
"Hmm."
She continued to rub the sensitive area for a few seconds more and then curled her hand around my cock. She gripped hard and gave me ten or twelve really fast strokes which brought me within a hair's breadth of coming and then let go completely.
"Well we can't have that, can we...and next time I think you'd better tell me before I have to ask, don't you?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Right, well I think it's time to go to sleep now."
She leaned over and kissed me goodnight, her tongue snaking into my mouth (she knows how much I love it when I can taste my cock on her) and then turned over onto her side, facing away from me.
As I lay there with my cock still twitching and aching for release, I contemplated finishing the job myself, but quickly remembered that this was what I had asked for and what I wanted all along. Besides, as soon as I knew the opportunity to cum was gone, I quickly began to enjoy the intense feelings of frustration again. I turned over and wrapped my arm over my wife's body, enjoying the throbbing in my cock as it nestled against her wonderful ass. I heard a small chuckle escape her lips.
"It still feels hard" she said. "Are you going to be able to get to sleep?"
"Sooner or later" I replied, half wondering if she might offer to continue now that she had made her point.
Instead she simply said "I'm sure you will if you just lie quietly".
A few minutes later I realised that she had fallen asleep and I removed my arm from around her waist and turned over. As I lay there I felt my hand curl around my cock and gently rub it back and forth. I knew I would have to admit this at the next session and take the whipping for it, but I couldn't help it. Finally, about a half hour later, sleep arrived.
The next morning I awoke with a raging hard-on and as my wife gave it a few feather-light teasing strokes, she asked me if I had enjoyed last night. I replied that I had, which wasn't a lie. I love eating her pussy and making her cum so much that that on it's own had made me extremely happy, the rest of the night had just been the icing on the cake.
She squeezed my cock hard and asked me if I wanted to cum. I replied that of course I did, but that I knew I couldn't unless she allowed it.
"Doesn't it drive you crazy though, getting so close and then stopping?"
"Yes......but, I kind of like it."
She gave me an inquisitive look.
"Yeah I know, it sounds crazy doesn't it...."
She smiled and kissed me and then got out of bed. "Maybe I'll let you cum later" she said and went off to get ready for work.
"Or maybe not." I thought to myself.
That evening we went out to our local pub and when we got into bed my wife was sufficiently lubricated to forget all about not allowing me to cum. I lay on my back and she straddled my cock, moaning as she felt it stretch her pussy as she forced herself down on it. I love it when she's on top. I love looking up at her amazing tits, she just looks super-hot from that angle. I guess it's really just because I'm naturally submissive. But whatever it is, I love it.
As she rode me harder and faster, I managed to croak that I was going to cum and she cranked it up another gear until my cock exploded inside her, filling her with four days of hot spunk. After a few moments she lifted herself off of me and told me to slide down the bed. I willingly complied and seconds later my tongue was inside her, licking her pussy clean as I swallowed our combined juices.
She went to sleep quickly after that, but as I lay awake I couldn't help wondering if I had just broken the rules or not. I had warned her I was cumming and she hadn't stopped me, but this was a bit of a grey area that we hadn't discussed. I concluded that I couldn't do anything to change it now and guessed I would find out the next day.
The following evening I broached the subject and my wife said that she had been thinking the same thing, but that as I had told her I was close and she had continued regardless I would not be punished...this time. I breathed a sigh of relief, although as we hadn't discussed possible penalties I wasn't really sure whether I had escaped anything draconian or not. Noting my relief, she added that I shouldn't take that as a precedent and that maybe in future I would just have to find a way to maintain control regardless...or face the consequences.
Nothing further happened until Friday night when I was again allowed to worship my wife's beautiful pussy and made her cum even harder than before. I wasn't expecting to be allowed relief this close to the next session and was surprised when she moved down the bed and began sucking my hardening length. After a while she shifted so that she was sitting cross-legged between my legs and told me to tell her when I was close to cumming. After a few minutes I confirmed that I was approaching orgasm but she continued stroking me, telling me that I should tell her when I was literally seconds away from coming. After another ten or fifteen seconds I breathed that I was on the brink. I felt her hand release my cock and opened my eyes to see her looking directly at me.
"Where are the dice?" She asked.
"Back downstairs." I said, a little confused.
She nodded.
"Okay then, pick a number between one and six" she said.
"Umm, four" I replied, already I could feel my orgasm receding from the brink.
My wife circled the base of my cock with the finger and thumb of her left hand and then used the right to slap my cock four times. Strangely, far from diminishing my need to cum, it seemed to increase the throbbing in my aching stalk and cumming was now very much back on the agenda.
"Now pick a number between 7 and 12" she said.
"Eight" I replied, having no clue where this was leading.
"Okay" she said.
Her hand curled back around my cock and she proceeded to give me the eight slowest, lightest strokes you could possibly imagine, leaving me unbelievably close to the edge but without a hope of going over it.
