Author's note: This story is part of the "Beads of Fate" setting, but describes a single experience. "Beads of Fate" explains the overall rules in more detail, but this story is quite standalone.
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"So, tell me, how horny are you?"
I'm startled. We are just folding laundry when you pose this very loaded (no pun intended) question out of the sudden.
"Very horny, ma'am. It has been six weeks since you last allowed me to come, and the green bead won't even be added to the bag again until next week."
"Allowed you to come? I didn't 'allow' you to come. You got your green bead, that was pure luck. If it had been up to me, it would have been more than just seven weeks of denial."
You smile wickedly, as you fold a shirt.
"Anyway... I am feeling generous today, since you did get a silver bead. We'll see if you're horny enough this time to pass my challenge. And if not, maybe a few more weeks of waiting are just what you need..."
I don't know what arouses me more. The prospect of (maybe) being able to come today, or the threat of several more weeks of denial. In either case, my penis is getting very hard underneath my clothes, which does not escape your notice.
"Why don't you get naked, so he has some space to grow, while we finish the laundry."
I undress, and continue naked, while you are next to me fully dressed, clearly enjoying the show of desperation. When we are done, you make a point of doing everything else you can think of before returning your attention to me: You get something to drink from the kitchen, then return there later to fetch your air pods to plug them to charge, then slowly return the empty glass to the kitchen, before returning to the bedroom.
"Sorry, this is taking some time. If you don't want to wait, we can also reschedule for another week."
You smile as my penis throbs as if crying for attention, at the threat of being denied completely today.
"It's ok, I will wait."
"I thought you would."
With that, you disappear again, this time into the bathroom, where I can hear you take a quick shower, as I stand around naked and horny.
You return with two towels, one wrapped around yourself, and one held out in your hand that you pass to me.
"Put this one on the bed. I don't want a mess."
Almost seeing you naked reinvigorates my arousal, even if you keep the towel wrapped tightly around you as you go to fetch some other items.
"Lay down on top of the towel face down."
I do as instructed, and you grab my hands, put them behind my back, and cuff them together. You also put cuffs on my ankles, tying them together tightly. As a final touch, just when I thought I caught a glimpse of your naked body, you blindfold me.
"There you go. Now that you can't move or see, you won't interrupt me when I play with myself."
My penis is throbbing under my body, yearning to be allowed to penetrate you and come inside you.
"Oh, and by the way: You may come. You have ten minutes."
"I'm sorry, what do you mean?"
"I mean that I am allowing you to have an orgasm. You see, if I feel generous, I might actually *allow* it. You have..." You pause. "Nine minutes and 36 seconds left now."
"But I can't move."
You don't respond, other than by turning on your vibrator and starting to moan softly.
"Go ahead, try. I want to see you struggle and suffer for the next nine minutes or so. Time's ticking."
My arms tied behind my back, they offer no support at all, but I am able to angle my knees in a way that makes it possible to slowly hump the towel. The stimulation is very faint and agonizing, and my knees keep slipping away. I groan heavily, as I attempt to get enough friction to get me there. Meanwhile, you are clearly amused and aroused by watching me struggle.
"Hahaha, that looks so frustrating. You must be so horny and desperate, trying to get any stimulation at all, while I just get as many orgasms as I want."
You turn up the speed of the vibrator.
"MHHHMM, YES. That feels so good."
Your moans get louder and harder, distracting me from trying to focus on my own pleasure.
"AH. HAH. AHAHAHHHH."
You come very quickly, and as you do you grab my leg with your hand, pinching the skin hard. The pain distracts me from the new rhythm I found, and I lose traction with my knees again.
"That was so good. Are you getting close? You still have 5 more minutes..."
With renewed urgency, I try to find a better position to rub my penis against the fabric of the towel, while you also resume your own, significantly easier, masturbation with the toy. The vibrator hums along softly, and you take the opportunity to tease me some more for your amusement.
"Well, if you don't want to come today, that's fine. Maybe you'll get the green bead soon. Or maybe it'll be another month. An even ten weeks would be a nice time without an orgasm, wouldn't it? For you, I mean... And you know if you don't accept my generous offer to come, I will spank you later. Is that what you really want? To be denied and spanked?"
I can't tell which of the two of us got more aroused by your little speech, but despite the restraints, and with great difficulty, I actually feel like I am getting closer to an orgasm. You, in turn, are also moaning louder than before, and start taking in some heavy breaths before the entire bed shakes as you have your second orgasm for today. Immensely aroused by your pleasure, I am starting to approach my own orgasm, when... "PEEP. PEEP. PEEP. PEEP."
