Julie had taken me to the brink of orgasm, the tippy-tippy edge, just a light breeze away from exploding, only to yank me back by dropping a bag of sopping ice in my lap. I had to admit she was fiendish and clever. And that she had me wrapped around her little finger.
She lifted the ice bag and looked down. "It worked! That was fast!" My now tiny penis and contracted balls were quite visible through the wet sheet.
"Andy, this was so hot! I'm totally turned on. I need an orgasm now. And you're all shrunk down to a teeny-tiny little peanut! So, I'm going to go take care of myself. I'll leave you here with the ice bag. I don't want you to suffer all night."
I moved to get out of the bed, but Julie pushed me back down. "Stay." she ordered. "I love it that you've given me control of your cock. And you love it, too. So use the ice bag and go to sleep. We've got a lot to do tomorrow. Be my good boy, Andy. Do what I say. No masturbating. No orgasm for you tonight." She pushed firmly down on my forehead before tucking the sheets in tight again.
She stood up, so darn cute in her pale blue bikini briefs and bra. She turned out my light. I saw her slender silhouette in the doorway. Then she closed the door.
Moments later, I heard her unrestrained moaning in the living room. My cock revived, even under the icebag. I freed an arm and moved the iceberg to my side. Under the sheets, my other hand snaked down to my cock, which was already dripping again.
Julie's moaning and swearing went on for a while before building to a loud climax. I couldn't hear what she said, but she was shouting at the top of her lungs. However frustrated I felt, Julie was clearly getting a lot of pleasure out this.... whatever it was we were doing. And I had never been hot, bothered and hard like this.
It was extremely frustrating, extremely exciting. What Julie was doing with me, to me, wasn't quite what I thought of as sex, but it sure felt sexy. And it seemed to go on and on forever.
Well, jacking off isn't exactly sex, either, but after all this not-sex I needed relief. I touched myself. Very soon I was close to a climax. Just as I accelerated my strokes for the big finish, Julie started banging on my door. It sounded like she had a brick in her hand!
"Andy! Are you jacking off in there?" she shouted through the door.
"Um, er, ah, .... no!" I lied.
"Don't lie to me, Andy. Don't make me come in there."
"Yes?"
"You just gave me total control of your cock and you've already disobeyed me!"
Had I? Sort of, I guessed, but I was thinking minutes, not overnight.
"I'm very disappointed in you, boyfriend. You need to apologize to me."
I sighed. "I'm sorry, Julie."
"Well, I'll give you one more chance, Andy. Listen, I want you to be strong and save your orgasm for me. Can you be strong for me?"
My glide path to climax had run into a brick wall again anyway. I sighed. "OK, Julie."
"Good boy!" she said. "See you in the morning, good boy!" I felt my cock rise again. Oh, well. At least I had ice.
The next day was a Saturday. I woke up thinking I'd pissed the bed until I remembered how Julie had left me last night. It had taken hours of frustration and all the ice she left me to get to sleep. And I woke up with a very hard cock. What would happen today?
I unwrapped myself from the tangle of wet sheets and stripped the bed. I pulled on some tight underpants to keep my cock from sticking out, dressed in gym shorts and a t shirt and gently opened my door. Julie was in the kitchen drinking tea.
"There you are sleepyhead," she greeted me. "Were you a good boy last night, like I told you?"
"Um, I guess so."
"You guess so? Come over here." She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor near her chair. I stepped close to her. She felt my stiff cock through the gym shorts. "Well, were you strong for me last night, boyfriend? All night?" She stroked me and I shivered. "Feels like you were."
"Yes, but it was hard."
"I know! And it still is. Hard, I mean." She giggled. 'Good boy, Andy. I'm proud of what you did for me. It make me wet just to think about you holding it for me, burning and hard, but waiting for my permission." She gave me a lovely smile, "Like my very good boy!" I just blushed. It made me feel embarrassed be called a 'good boy.' And it made me very excited.
