I wake up late on a Sunday and see you smiling brightly at me.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"
I yawn.
"Oh yeah, I did. How about you?"
"I also slept well, after our little session yesterday. I think I even had a few dreams about it. Might even have been about how desperate you were begging me to come."
I remember what you are talking about very vividly. After six weeks without an orgasm you finally allowed me to come, but not before I didn't beg and plead, and licked your pussy until you were fully satisfied. But after more than an hour of playing and teasing you finally let me have my release. However, afterwards you told me that you'd have to think about when you'd let me have another one, and now I am wondering what you have planned next. A bit of caution is probably a good idea.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, mistress."
"Ah, it's 'mistress' again? Always so formal when you are worried what I might do next. So, let's recap: Who owns your orgasms?"
"You do, mistress."
"Who decides if and when you get to come?"
"You do, mistress."
"And who gets as many orgasms as she wants in the meantime?"
"You do, mistress. You know I love to serve you."
"Yes, I know. Especially when you weren't allowed to come for a few weeks... But it's so exhausting to decide when is the right time to give you some release. How about you tell me?"
"Tell you what, mistress?"
"How long you should stay denied this time?"
"As long as it pleases you, mistress."
"What a lazy answer. I want a number of days."
"Um, 3 weeks, mistress?"
"Hmm, no, that won't do either. I can't just let you choose. But I have an idea: Let's make it a game. You might even like it, because I will stroke your cock every single day."
"Oh, yes, mistress, I would like that very much."
"Haha, I thought so. But here's the catch: You only get 3 strokes per day."
"But... that's not a lot..."
"I think you misunderstand: It's 3 strokes for each day of denial. So 3 strokes on the first day, 6 on the second, 9 on the third, and so on. Soon I'll be masturbating you for like half an hour."
"I'm not sure if 'soon' is the right word."
"No snark, or I'll retract my offer and you'll be on no-touch for a month."
"I'm sorry, mistress. I will very happily accept your offer. Thank you for being so generous."
"Well, there's also a catch..."
"Which is?... mistress?"
"I still want you to give me a time frame for how long you should be denied. If my stroking makes you come before that, your next denial period will be as long as you say, but without any teasing."
"So I should pick a short duration, like a week?"
"You could. But there's a second part to it: Remember that I promised you 3 more strokes every day. Well, after you are overdue with your orgasm, I will reduce the number of strokes by one every day instead. So if you say one week, you will get 21 strokes by day 7, but only 20 on day 8, then 19, 18, and so on. If we reach zero before you manage to come, we will restart."
I should have expected you to come up with something devious like this. If I pick a low number, I might never get enough stimulation to actually come, but if I pick a high number, and come before that day, I get a long period of denial afterwards.
"That's very mean, mistress. How fast or slow are you going to stroke me? So that I can think about how many I might need to come."
"Ah, that's the fun part: I get to decide that, however I feel. Maybe you get to 30 strokes and I jerk you so hard that you come immediately. Or maybe I'll tease you so slowly that you wish you could actually feel something."
You really have me in a corner now. I love the idea of you touching me every day, but it's really impossible for me to make a good prediction. I'm tempted to go with 50 days, but that seems like such a long time. If I come before that, I'll be denied for 50 days afterwards, and if I don't, it'll be 50 days from now. You are clearly enjoying this predicament you have come up with for me.
"Ok, mistress, let's say 35 days? That's 5 weeks, and up to 105 strokes."
"Excellent. Maybe the short time is a bit disappointing, but we'll see if I can't extend it."
Four weeks later
True to your word, you have started to stroke my cock every day. We are now on day 28, which means that you will give me 74 strokes. In the beginning, the sessions with only a few strokes were over so quickly I could barely feel anything, but over the last week, I have come to really crave the daily tease. Most of the time, you just perform the strokes at a medium pace, and send me on my way. Occasionally, you have something more elaborate in mind. Today, you put me on my back in the bed, completely relaxed and blindfolded while you caress my entire body. My penis is waiting impatiently for its daily attention, but you take your time, and instead start to weigh my balls in your hands.
"Look at that. Four weeks of accumulated sperm. Wouldn't it feel so nice to come?"
"Yes, mistress, it would."
"But?"
"But... I said 35 days, and if I come before then, you'll keep me denied for those 35 days with no teasing at all."
"Exactly. So you better not come today. Let's see how good I can make you feel."
You start to stroke my penis very slowly, using your full hand to move all the way up and down, and after the extended tease it feels so good.
"Oh, yes, mistress, that's so nice. Please keep going."
You start counting out loud, as you keep masturbating me.
"... 45, 46, 47..."
I can feel how I am getting closer to an orgasm, but the specter of a tease-free five week denial looms large, and I focus.
"Yes, so good. I'm so horny, mistress."
