Denial Milestone

WHACK. A sharp, sudden impact on my inner thigh wakes me from my reflection.

"You are not getting bored, are you?"

"No, ma'am, of course not."

You had tied my arms and legs to the four corners of our bed, and blindfolded me, before you left me to my own thoughts. It has been at least 30 minutes, but now you have suddenly decided to wake me from my daydreaming.

"Soooo... I figured after 50 days of denial you deserve a little reward."

"Yes, please, ma'am, I'm so horny."

"I didn't say it was an orgasm. We'll see about that."

You give my thighs a few more slaps with the riding crop before you lie down on the bed next to me.

"50 days without coming... that's a long time. Are you excited about what I might do to you today?"

Even though you didn't even touch me while you let me wait, I stayed hard throughout, while I was fantasizing about the possibilities.

"Yes, ma'am, very excited. Please consider to let me come."

You caress me with your hand, teasily rubbing over my chest, and briefly circling my sensitive nipples.

"We'll see. But think about it: 50 days. That's more than 7 weeks, without a single orgasm."

My penis is rock hard, as your hand approaches it and you start to stroke it very slowly. Restrained as I am, all I can do is moan in pleasure.

"Yes, ma'am, that feels so nice. Please continue."

You slow down your stroking while you consider your words.

"Yeah, I could make you feel so good, if I wanted to. Right?"

"Yes, ma'am. Please don't stop. This feels so good."

You speed up, and give me a few more strokes, before you stop.

"... or I could hurt you instead."

Without any warning, you slap my balls hard a few times.

"OW!"

"Aww, does it hurt? Do they feel full already, after only 7 weeks?"

"Yes, ma'am, my balls are aching for release."

"Hmm, I'll think about it."

"Thank you, ma'am. Please be merciful."

You only give a short chuckle, before you start to pinch my nipples.

"These are fun to play with, too."

You give them one more hard pinch, before I feel a more permanent tug, as you attach the weighted nipple clamps. The weights pull to my sides as I am laying on my back, unable to move.

"Aww, does it hurt? Too bad you can't do anything about it. By the way, I'm all naked, can you feel it?"

I can indeed feel you pressing your naked form against my body, particularly how you press your gorgeous breasts against my side.

"I bet you would love to see me like this. But oh well. You can't always get what you want, right? Like orgasms..."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you for letting me feel your amazing breasts."

"But about those orgasms... 50 days is a long time. Over a month and a half. So I'm considering if I should let you come today..."

You start stroking my penis again, slowly.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes, ma'am. Please don't stop, and please let me come."

You continue at the same slow pace, while you press your body even closer to mine.

"More than seven weeks. You must be so horny. Do you think I could make you give up that orgasm somehow?"

"No, please, ma'am, let me come. I need to."

"I bet I can make you

not

want to come. What do you think?"

You speed up the strokes ever so slightly, still barely teasing my rock hard cock.

"Please, ma'am, a bit faster. PLEASE."

"No, I don't think so. First, I want to present you my offer."

Your stroking slows down to a crawl again. Enough to keep me (very) excited, but not enough to get me any closer to my long-awaited orgasm.

"So... It's been 50 days since your last orgasm, and that deserves some recognition: You can choose to come now. I will even stroke your cock until you spurt your load. But if that's what you choose, it will be your last orgasm for this year."

"But... that's almost 5 more months."

"Well, then it's January. I'm not saying I will let you have another orgasm first thing after the ball drops. Maybe Valentine's day would be a good occasion? Or the Ides of March? We'll see. But definitely not this year."

During this entire discussion you did not stop your stroking, but also did not speed up one bit. The result is that I am leaking precum all over the place. You take your hand and wipe it on my face.

"See, that's how horny you are. Fifty days, and you could have release for only 150 or so more. What do you say?"

"What if I don't come today?"

"Well, that's my decision, isn't it? Maybe I will let you have the most amazing orgasm of your life tomorrow, or maybe I'll ruin you next week. Or maybe this is your last chance to get an orgasm this year, and you just don't know it."

Your hand feels absolutely amazing on my penis, while I contemplate my predicament.

"Yes, that's so nice. Please keep going."

"No. I will need a decision. Do you want to come today, for the last time this year? Or do you want to gamble with your potential orgasms for the next four months?"

You speed up the stroking.

"If you start to come before I get an answer, I will ruin it, and that will be the last one for at least six months."

"Please stop, ma'am. I don't want to be denied for the rest of the year."

"That's not an option you were given. Do you want to come today or not?"

As horny as I am, it is only with difficulty that I reject today's advances.

"No, ma'am. Please don't let me come today."

You immediately stop stroking me, and move slightly away.

"Glad we settled that. You don't actually want pleasure. Let's show you some pain, then."

The clamps on my nipples are already tugging in both directions, when you reintroduce the riding crop. At first, you only hit my sore nipples softly with the crop, but you get bored of that pretty soon, and instead focus the hits on my thighs. Tied as I am, I cannot do anything to evade the impact of the crop, as you bring it down over and over again on each side.

"I don't think I've ever seen your thighs that red."

"Yes, ma'am, please give them a break."

It might have been a mistake to ask you that, as you only take it as an excuse to find other targets. First, you strike my erect penis hard with the crop.

"Why is he still so excited? He's not getting anything anymore today."

"OW. Yes, ma'am, as you say."

My affirmation is pretty pointless, as I am at your complete mercy, and cannot move one bit. You soon tire of punishing my penis, and instead focus your efforts on my poor, full balls.

"They should really be informed that they are not getting drained today, and are only there to be punished."

With my arms and legs tied wide, there is nothing I can do as you bring down the crop again and again on my sore balls. I cry out in pain, which only causes you to laugh, but you do not relent. When you are done, I am breathing hard from all the pain. You lay down close to me again, and start whispering into my ears.

"Happy 50 day denial anniversary. I hope you liked your little gift."

I can feel you intentionally push your body closer towards mine so that I can feel your breasts again, as before.

"Wasn't that fun? It certainly made me horny, and you like it when I get horny, right?"

"Ow, yes, ma'am. I like suffering for your pleasure. But please have some mercy for my balls. They're so full."

As if to check, you grab them with your hand, and squeeze tight.

"Ah, nah. I think there's still plenty of space. But unlike you, I get to have orgasms whenever I want, so let me get my vibrator."

Blindfolded I cannot see what you are doing, but I can feel you roll away from me, as you grab your toy. With one leg over mine, and your foot getting dangerously close to my genitals, I can hear the soft humming of the vibrator, as you pleasure yourself.

"Oh yes, that's so nice. You would love to be able to see this."

"Yes, ma'am. Please let me help you come."

"Ahhh. I think I have all the help I need right now, just thinking about how much control I have over you. Fifty days... AHHH... That must be so frustrating. And all because I said so."

The vibrator keeps humming softly and you moan in delight. I can barely feel you relax as you are so close to me, yet so far away given my restraints.

"Mhm, that feels good. And to think how easily I can deny you any pleasure. What if I said that you can't come until Christmas?"

"No, ma'am, please don't! I'm begging you."

"OOOOH, so nice... Mhm. That feels so good.... So, no orgasm until Christmas? What would you do?"

"Please, ma'am, don't do that. PLEASE. I can't take another four months."

"AAAAAH. YES. KEEP BEGGING."

"Ma'am? Please, please, please, I am so horny. I need to come soon. Fifty days has already been very frustrating. PLEASE."

"MHMM. AAAHHHHH. YES."

I can feel your muscles spasm, with your leg contracting involuntarily over mine, as you get the orgasm you are denying me.

"Yes, that was good.... But to clarify: If I said no more orgasms until Christmas, what would you do."

"Please, ma'am, let me come some time before Christmas! It's too much."

"What if I don't?"

"I don't know if I can take it that long, ma'am."

"That's not your decision."

"Yes, ma'am. It's yours. But please have some mercy."

"Good. That's settled, then. It's my decision, and I love having this power over you."

You move closer to me, pushing your breasts into my sides again.

"Coming feels so nice, and you gave it up, just for my entertainment. With a five second decision, I could make you wait until Christmas, and have you suffer for four more months, or even longer. With the fifty days you already suffered, that's like half a year without an orgasm. All I need to do is say 'no'. And while you suffer through your desperation and frustration, I can make you help me get off whenever I want. You will even be eager to do so, leaping at any chance to pleasure me, won't you?"

"Yes, ma'am. I love pleasuring you."

"I know. And your orgasms are so messy, anyway, so maybe we should do away with them altogether."

"You mean, forever? No, please, ma'am! I need to drain my balls every once in a while. PLEASE."

"Well, you already said you didn't want to come today, so there's that. Let's see... It's only been fifty days so far."

"Only!?"

"Don't interrupt me. Remember that the alternative was no more orgasms until the end of the year! I will consider your 'need' again in seven more weeks. 50 + 49 is 99, that's a nice number. You better make sure that I'm adequately pleasured during this time, or I will add more time."

Essentially doubling my denial time seems incredibly daunting, but I dare not argue, and I can only hope that you will give me ample opportunities to let me give you orgasms, in lieu of my own.

"Yes, ma'am. Anything that pleases you."

"That's what I like to hear. Now, let me undo your restraints, and then I want you to caress my body while I get a few more orgasms. Blindfold stays on, of course."

"Of course. Thank you, ma'am."

EPILOGUE

: Seven weeks later.

"So... 99 days of denial. Still horny?"

"Yes, ma'am, very much so."

"Do you think I will let you come today?"

"If it pleases you, ma'am. I could also massage you, lick you, or rub your body while you masturbate."

"Very good, you remember your training. A massage would be nice. Would be a shame to break your streak before we hit 100 days, anyway. Or 125?"

"Yes, ma'am, whatever pleases you. I will get the lotion immediately."