Author's note: This story doesn't seem to be as popular as some of my others, I don't know why that is particularly... it's a lot more 'real', certainly more 'real' than 'Owned!' or 'Out of Your Hands' which are both quite far-fetched really... It doesn't bother me particularly I'm just interested to know people's opinion and so I really do welcome your feedback. I do think maybe I should have posted this story all in one go as I think it will read better that way... still, it's too late for that now. Perhaps people who don't find the story until it's finished will like it better than those who have discovered it piecemeal? I guess we'll see.
Happy reading, Mali
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After Monday's spectacular events, the rest of the week was almost bound to be something of a let down. And so it was... Mistress's period arrived on Wednesday and so for the rest of the week she kind of lost interest in our game, save for a few gentle strokes on Friday night as we were drifting off to sleep.
I noticed something else around the tail end of the week too, Mistress seemed to be up to something. Every time I walked into the room, she was on her laptop, which in itself was quite unusual as, unlike most of the population, Mistress firmly preferred reading a book to any 'online' entertainment. Not only that, but she would always minimize some of the pages when I walked in, leaving something innocuous on the screen in it's place, like a shopping site or something.
This at once worried and excited me.
Worried, because there's a lot of twisted shit on the internet about 'Chastity' and 'Tease & Denial', and I wasn't entirely sure I wanted her to find it.
And excited because, well... for pretty much the same reasons actually!
This went on for a few days and so I wasn't entirely surprised when on Sunday evening she asked me to strip naked, fit a cock ring and to kneel at her feet as she wanted to talk to me (Mistress remained casually dressed in jeans and a T-shirt).
To relax us both, and perhaps to get me into the right frame of mind before we began, she told me to worship her feet until she told me to stop. I was more than happy to do this and eagerly licked, sucked and kissed every millimetre of her gorgeous feet until I felt myself slipping easily into a relaxed and submissive state. It must have been somewhere between twenty minutes and half an hour before she finally told me to stop. I cannot really be sure of the time as I had been blindfolded throughout and Mistress did not remove my blindfold even when I had finished. I guess she (rightly) assumed it would be easier for me to give honest answers to her questions with the blindfold on...
"Very good slave, you have pleased me greatly."
At last I reluctantly let go of Mistress's beautifully manicured feet and sat up straight with my hands rested on my thighs, my lips stinging slightly, but enjoyably, because I knew I had pleased my Mistress.
"Thank you Mistress," I said, my cock achingly hard despite not being touched and the twenty one days of cum weighing heavily in my ballsack.
"Now... as you may or may not have realised, I've been doing some research... and I have some questions I want you to answer. Are you willing to do that for me?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Do you promise to answer them honestly and to the best of your ability?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good slave. Now, I'm going to say this... if you feel you cannot truthfully answer a question, I want you to make this clear to me. This is very important. Your answers to these questions may carry great significance over the future of our marriage, and I don't want you to say anything now which you later regret. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Very well then, we shall begin."
I shifted nervously at her feet, the discomfort in my legs barely registering as I waited for her first question.
"Before I start, I want to say that I have been surfing the net for a few days now, and I have visited many sites with which I'm sure you're familiar... after all, there's not that many sites dedicated specifically to 'Denial'... so I'm sure we have probably seen much of the same material. Some of it is without doubt utter nonsense... but some of it strikes true and has provided me with some valuable information... Nevertheless, without your input it is all a little meaningless, so...."
She paused for a moment and I became very aware of my own breathing.
"...I'm pretty sure I know the answer to this first question, but I'm going to give you the opportunity to answer it anyway.... Does the idea of... 'sissification' appeal to you in any way at all?"
"No Mistress," I replied quickly and confidently, slightly relieved that the first question didn't require too much thought.
"No, I didn't think so...and I must say, I'm quite pleased actually. Okay, I don't think there's any need to continue that line of questioning."
I heard a pen scrolling through a page of paper and then that paper being turned over.
"Next.... I've read a lot on these sites about how men kept in a state of denial for longer periods become very attentive and devoted to their wives. Do you think that is true slave? Do you feel that way when you are denied orgasm?"
"Yes Mistress."
"And do you find that feeling pleasant slave, as I have read?"
"Yes Mistress...it's very difficult to explain but... when you aren't allowed to cum yourself, well, I guess it's obvious that your feelings become more focussed towards the person who holds the power to let you cum. Also, if you're in a relationship, even one where you already care deeply about the other person's pleasure and fulfilment, well, if only one of you can cum of their own free will, then that is bound to become the focus of the one who can't... I mean, you know how much I adore going down on you and making you cum anyway, but when I'm in denial, I love it even more.... And for some reason, although there is the underlying frustration of wanting to cum, it does make you feel more connected and....well, it's kind of like being in love all over again... you know, like when you first fall in love, it's a bit like that...."
I worried that that answer might send the wrong message, but before I could clarify further she continued.
"But doesn't it drive you crazy not being able to cum?"
"Yes Mistress, but.... not in a bad way. It's like... being a horny teenager again, your cock gets hard all the time, and when you get older that's a nice feeling to have... you think about ... I think about you all the time, and though I want to cum so bad, and I do think about doing it myself... I know that it won't be the same as being allowed to cum properly, and I know that if I did give in I would regret it immediately... Also, just going back to what I said before, because I know I can't cum, I focus on making you cum and that's why when I'm denied I just want to go down on you all the time...every day."
I heard the pen scratching at the paper and then she went on...
"I also read that for a lot of men it's not that they particular want to go for very long periods without cumming, it's that they want the decision to be their partner's. Going for long periods is just a demonstration of the partner's power over them..."
"I agree about the decision being someone else's Mistress... and probably the length of time isn't as important as the 'control' element, past a certain point..."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well Mistress... I'm sure those men wouldn't be happy if they were allowed to cum two or three times a week, even if it was their Mistress decision."