Fm Teased Silly

The following is a fictionalized version of several real time sessions.

A bow and tip of the hat to editor extraordinaire CW.

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I'm led into the room and told to remove all my clothes. The room is small and empty, save for a simple twin sized bed consisting of nothing more than a frame and mattress. I'm made to lie down on the bed; my wrists and ankles are secured to the sides of the frame with wide, leather cuffs. Short metal chains connects them to the frame via metal rings on the cuffs. The leather chafes my skin, but I say nothing.

"Today, you will be teased to the edge of orgasm over and over. You can beg: in fact, I love your begging; your whimpers are sweet. Not that it will do you any good. You will receive the whole menu of tease that I have planned. I look forward to reducing you to 100% need."

She picks up a light rope, about six feet long with a small piece tied in the middle. She puts the middle with the short piece underneath the bottom of my ball sack, then ties it firmly around my whole package. She lays the short piece between my balls and then repeatedly wraps around them. She completes a final knot and ties the dangling ends together. With a pull on the short piece, my balls are separated. She steps back to admire her handiwork as my cock throbs.

She takes another rope and runs it through the loop at the base of my balls. One end is tied to the snap ring on my left ankle strap, then pulls the other end stretching my balls and secures it to my right ankle.

"I love to stretch your balls so they hang loose," she comments as she finished tightening the rope. "They make a great play thing. I will set a timer for, oh, let's say seven minutes of stretch. Oh yes, and before I start it..."

She takes a small vibrator with attached cock ring and fits it over the head of my penis. With the push of a small button on it, a high frequency vibration teases the tip. And then begins the seven minute count down.

She lightly taps on my cock and runs a finger over my balls. "Enjoy!" She smiles and takes a seat, turning her attention to her phone. I can just make out her finger motions; is she texting someone? About me?

As I look at her, she moves a bit and spreads her legs. I see more thigh and whimper as the combined sensations of the stretch and vibe tease me. She pulls a bit on her dress; The exposed pussy that peeks out reveals that she has no panties. So close but out of reach.

She notices my attention: "You like?"

I meet her gaze before responding. "I adore..."

She gets up and moves closer. Lifting her dress, her delicious pussy is just inches from my face. "You are not to touch or lick, but I do like the idea of you imagining. Imagine me straddling you and taking this cock inside me cowgirl-style." She taps my cock with a sharp fingernail. I moan in frustration.

She reaches over and picks up her phone to check her mail as I squirm in need.

"Please help me," I whine.

"Help!" she laughs. "We are just getting started! You still have four and a half minutes on your first tease and I have many more planned." [She lifts her dress over my head and I feel the warmth of her nearby naked self. ][note: not sure what the proceeding sentence is trying to say] She leans over my head toward the vibrator; the bulges from her fabric covered tits brush against my chest. I can feel her warmth radiating. A moment later, the amplitude of the vibrator greatly increases as does my frustration. She was rewarded with more moaning by me into her stomach.

Finally, seven minutes is up. She unties my cock and balls and feels them. "The stretching loosened you up some," she remarks casually. "Later, I will just bind your balls and tie the rope to the ceiling to pull them up."

I gasp as she pulls off her dress and exposes her nude self to me. Her smooth, bare pussy and full breasts would have been exciting to see at any time; in my currently hyper-sensitive state, looking at her was nearly unbearable.

She sits next to me, squirts some lotion onto my chest and caresses my nipples. My cock oozes pre-cum. "Messy messy " she chides.

She puts a small amount of lube in the center of her palm and creates a small cup with her hand; she places it right over the end of my penis. Twisting her wrist in a circular motion, I groan; she never removes the hand from the head of my cock.

I am wiggling in my bounds. "Please, this is too much!"

She laughs and sets the timer for five minutes. I gasp as she makes herself comfortable by sitting on my chest. Oh, how I want to kiss her delightful bottom that is out of reach.

Finally, the ordeal ends as the timer dings and she climbs off me.

"Oh, please, please stroke me," I plead.

"That is what I am planning but in my own special way," she answers mysteriously.

She places a hand at the base of my cock between index and middle fingers holding it stable. Then, with her other hand, she grips near the base and strokes up to the head. She releases her grip at the end so there is no down stroke. Back down to the base, grasp and stroke up. Without the down stroke, and just the light up stroke, I am going crazy but cannot cum. My body quivers on the body against my restraints.

After getting me warmed up (and worked up), she announces: "You are sentenced to fifty of these."

"No, please", I beg

"Let's give that cock a break," she says. A decent amount of lube is squirted into her palm and cups my sack. I moan as she massages my balls and gently squeezes them over and over. Her touch is slow, soft and gentle. Soon, I am dripping precum and begging softly.

"Alright, enough of a break." She grips my cock. "Time for five minutes of cock head pulling."

She sets the timer once again, this time setting it where I can see it, and proceeds to grip the last inch of my cock, roughly stroking up the end. After each stroke, she regrips and repeats. Soon, the intensity of the abbreviated hand-job has me thrashing my head from side to side. As the counter hits the four minute mark, I plead: "Too much!"

I hold on for another minute before she shifts and straddles my head, her pussy just inches above my face. "Enough clock watching for you," she chuckles. "Don't you dare lean into my pussy and lick or I will squeeze your balls till you scream."

She continues to pull my knob and I attempt to concentrate on her pussy, but this only further inflames the heat between my legs. "Please," I groan, "I can't stand anymore."

I feel a pool of pre-cum forming on my stomach. She coos, "Mmm... so delicious to see you this way."

Finally, it ends. She lowers her pussy and commands, "Kiss." She moves off and surveys my throbbing cock and the pool of pre-cum. "Must not waste this." She dips a finger and puts it to my mouth. I lick. Then, she lubes her fingers with it and coats my nipples with my own seed. Two beautiful breasts move in time with her every caress. Not the torture of the knob pulling, but still exacerbating my towering need for release.

"I need to make a phone call," she says abruptly. Soon, she has just my balls tied and she places an elastic at the base of my scrotum to secure a mini vibe to me and turns it on. She then attaches a rope to an eyehook in the ceiling and to the loop in the ball bondage and tightens it so my balls are pulled skyward. Another vibe is placed on the head of my cock and secured there as well. She sets the timer for seven minutes and leaves with her phone. After three minutes, she returns. Pulling the rope, she asks: "Is this tight enough?"

"Yes," I reply, though I don't know if the question was directed at me or to herself.

"We will see," she mutters. She loosens the rope and pulls it tighter. I grimace which makes her smile and pull it tighter still.

"No, that hurts," I croak. She lessens the tension slightly but the pull is still much more than when she began. She slow rubs the base of my cock with a single finger. A deep breath in - I hold it, and release.

She takes a seat and props her feet near my face. Her toes dangle in front of my lips and she instructs me to lick. I enjoy an opportunity to finally taste her delightful and clean toes.

"Times up!" She barks. She removes the rope and gropes my stretched balls, tugging on them. "Loosening up nicely," she comments.

With a gentle stroking on my cock, she whispers, "Time for our final play time."

"Thank you," I whisper back.

"What I want to know is how many jerks it will take to make you come. So, I will give you and if you don't come, we wait a bit. Then try four, wait and try five and so on. I will so enjoy your frustration during the waits. You probably will end up with a spoiled, half assed orgasm, but don't worry about that because it will give you more pleasure than a strong one. Well, at least it will give ME more pleasure."

At eleven strokes, I start to ejaculate but she lets go. I want to scream but she relents and finishes the job.

THE END