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Author's note:
This is a continuation of a multi-part story. It is strongly suggested you read all parts in order. Please take note of the Author's note at the beginning of part 1.
Peter
Now on to the story:
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It took me a few minutes to gather enough strength just to go to the bedroom and pull on some jeans and a shirt. I headed to the store. I decided on a simple dinner, but one that included many of Jesse's favorites. A stuffed avocado for the salad course, lamb chops and fettuccini, plus asparagus and I even stopped at a little deli that makes up crème brûlée another of Jesse's favorites. I skipped the rose this time, not wanting to be overly repetitive.
When I got back home Jesse was reading a book and sipping a glass of wine. She was dressed in one of my old dress shirts, with the sleeves rolled up. Something she did on occasion. She had the top two buttons undone. It was obvious she wasn't wearing anything under it at all. It was barely covering her pussy and her cleavage certainly showed. It was also obviously she was still quite turned on as her nipples were prominently pushing out the material. Her long legs were crossed and looking fabulous.
I started fixing dinner and poured myself a glass of wine to try and calm down. I could tell she was planning a very frustrating evening for me, though at the time I didn't know the half of it.
"Jack! Would you bring me some more wine." she yelled from the other room. As usual that weekend, while phrased as a question, it wasn't.
I expected a bit of a show when I got there and Jesse didn't disappoint. She had shifted around and her right leg was exposed clear up to her hip, showing off one lovely bun. The shirt was pulled by the sofa back so that it was very tight across her chest leaving little covered and nothing to the imagination. Well, that certainly wasn't quite true, but you know what I mean. My imagination was certainly active.
"Thanks," she said sexily as I poured.
Soon dinner was ready and we were eating and conversing in a very normal manner. Jess wasn't doing any overt teasing, but she looked so fucking sexy in that shirt she didn't have to. Earlier I'd wondered at her letting me stay dressed, but by then I almost wish she hadn't; the bulge in my jeans was uncomfortably tight.
After dinner I cleaned up and joined Jesse in the family room where she had her nose in her book again.
"Wanna' watch a movie or something?" I asked.
She just chuckled, "Nice try, but I think it's time to head up to the bedroom."
I tried not to groan, because I knew what she really meant.
Soon we were in the bedroom where Jesse had me undress and lay on the bed. In short order she had me tightly secured again. I wondered what she had planned because she hadn't removed or even undone the shirt and I was surprised she hadn't had me service her orally at least once before tying me up. There was a goodly amount of evening left and I knew Jesse was well rested. Just her tying me up had me rock hard given my state and the knowledge of what was to come, at least in the general sense.
"Don't go away, I'll be back shortly!" she quipped as she walked out of the room.
She was gone a good long time, long enough that my cock was at least semi-soft by the time she returned. I was to soon find out that was exactly what she'd wanted. She was carrying something that looked like several pieces of leather fastened together. I didn't know what it was, but quickly figured it out as she swiftly began to attach the device to my cock and balls. It was a harness that had a fairly wide strap that went around the top of my scrotum and a second strap that then separated my balls from each other. The third strap was then secured snuggly around the base of my cock, which by that time was almost fully hard again. The instant she snapped it in place my cock became rock hard. Harder even than before and the veins were standing out prominently, the head an even deeper purple than before and clearly more swollen. My scrotum was stretched very tight over my balls, which were held away from my body and stuck out for easy access.
"There, now we'll see if what the sales lady said was true," she said with a lilt in her voice.
When it was obvious she wasn't going to volunteer the information I figure I had nothing to lose, "Which was what?"
With that she started to lightly scratch my balls. My God it felt like electricity, they were so tight and sensitive.
"Which was, that this would not only display you nicely, which it does, but it would make you more sensitive, especially your balls, and also help further delay orgasm," she explained with a laugh in her voice.
She then stroked me a few times and also scratched my cock head a little. NO QUESTION about the sensitivity issue, it was unbelievable. A few hours of her teasing with that thing on and I knew I'd have to be institutionalized!
As if mirroring my thoughts Jessie said, "WOW! No question about the sensitivity issue! I barely touched you and you reacted almost violently. I hope the rest of what the clerk said is as accurate."
It must have been about an hour of almost non-stop teasing later, during which I thrashed and strained and begged her to make me cum, the sensations were so intense, that she paused and said, "Now let's see if this thing really helps hold back your orgasms too."
During that first hour of teasing, Jess had been merciless in her non-stop touching and stroking of both my cock and balls, but while bringing close to the edge repeatedly, she hadn't done one of her 'serious edgings'. That was about to change and then some.
Jesse poured some lube in her palms and rubbed her hands together, then she began to stroke my cock. Slow, long, loose strokes. Definitely moving me toward an orgasm, but at an agonizingly slow pace, however she didn't back off. I kept getting closer and closer.
I was moaning uncontrollably. If felt so damn good! The knowledge that she was only going to stop again was maddening. The cock and ball harness seemed to be retarding how fast I got to the edge, which of course was the point, but I was getting there nonetheless.
Finally I approached the point of no return. I knew any instant she would stop yet another time. Instead, I was stunned by her words!
"Cum baby, I know how bad you need to, so cum!" she said soothingly.
It was another trick. I knew it was. My mind was completely mush by that point. I couldn't think anywhere near straight. The only thing I did know was that she hadn't changed how she was stroking me. A couple of more strokes and I WOULD cum!
"Come on baby, you can do it. CUM!" she urged while continuing to stoke.
MY GOD! She was finally going to let me cum! "OH GOD!" I screamed. And then I was there. No way to stop me from cumming now. My balls started to pull up and my cock tensed to spew cum a mile!
Every muscle in my body tensed as I strained against the restraints. My orgasm had started, BUT IT HADN'T!
"AHGGG!" I screamed some more as my body tightened even further.
Finally Jesse released my cock. My whole body was twitching. I'd reached the point of orgasm but, but, well but I somehow hadn't. I hadn't cum. It was impossible! I most certainly had reached orgasm, I'd felt that, but I hadn't cum. I felt no release. The frustration was as high as it had been. My balls were full and aching. I didn't understand, it was IMPOSSIBLE!
Then it finally dawned on me. The harness! The GOD DAMN cock and ball harness had kept me from cumming. My balls couldn't pull up and the strap around the base of my cock had squeezed off my orgasm.
"FUCK! OH FUCK!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I was breathing as though I'd run a mile.
After a minute or so 'it', whatever 'it' was that wasn't an orgasm passed. I was drained, not literally, but figuratively, emotionally and physically.
Jesse was undaunted. She began to stroke me just as before in spite of that. It didn't take long before it happened again.
"GRRRRAAAAAAAAAAA!" I shrieked, unable to form cogent words.
Jesse repeated this a few more times. How many I lost track. Each one was more severe than the previous. It felt as though my balls were being pulled away from my body during the 'events'. I thought my cock would split open. By the last time before she finally stopped I thought my balls had been placed in a vice.
Two make matters even worse; on the last two 'cycles' she had used just very light, short strokes. She one stoked the last inch or so of my cock, focusing the stimulation all on that most sensitive spot at my frenulum. It was even more excruciatingly frustrating because it lasted even longer!
I was covered in sweat. Every muscle in my body was trembling. I was gasping for air, nearly hyperventilating. I finally recovered enough to realize she'd stopped. I'd had my eyes squeezed shut so hard they hurt when I finally opened them. It took a moment for my vision to clear.
There, kneeling between my legs was Jesse, sitting back on her heels just looking at me. The look on her face was one of incredulousness.
We just looked into each other's eyes for a while. Finally she spoke in a whisper, "That was absolutely unbelievable.
After a few seconds pause, she added much louder, "TOTALLY FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE!"
"My god! It works even better than the clerk said. I can't believe what just happened! That was SO hot!" she went on.
"I need a little break after that," she exclaimed.
