My beloved Mistress R sat naked on the end of the bed, still slightly wet from her shower. Her legs were pressed together, hiding her delicious pussy from view. I was trembling slightly as I looked at her gorgeous, glistening naked breasts which were right in my line of sight as I knelt on the floor, naked except for the cock ring that was making me agonisingly hard. She placed a finger on my chin and lifted my head to look into her eyes. Her voice was calm, but authoritative.
"Okay slave, so let me make sure I completely understand what you are asking..."
She paused for a second and then continued as I swallowed hard.
"...you want to give me, no... you need me to take total control of your orgasms. Is that correct?"
My mouth was dry and I faltered at first but then found my voice.
"Yes please Mistress."
She smiled and a slightly amused glint twinkled in her eye.
"Hmm let me think about that while you worship my feet."
She lay back on the bed and lifted one of her beautiful feet up to my face. I took hold of it to support it and then immediately started to kiss it as she relaxed on the soft mattress. Soon I was sucking on her toes and I could hear her fingers rubbing her pussy as I did so.
"Other one, slave," she said and I quickly began worshipping her other foot. Kissing her instep and all over the beautifully soft skin, before sucking her toes into my mouth one by one. I could hear her fingers rubbing against the neatly trimmed hair above her slit and closed my eyes as I enjoyed sucking her toes, picturing the image of her pussy opening up and her long-nailed fingers sliding in and out.
Eventually she pulled her foot away and sat up again. She offered her finger to my mouth and I greedily licked and sucked her juice from it.
"You love that taste don't you slave?"
"Yes Mistress, more than anything."
"Is that true slave, do you really love the taste of my hot, wet pussy more than anything else in the world?"
"Yes Mistress. I do."
"And would you sooner give up anything else in the world, just so long as you could keep tasting my beautiful pussy?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good slave, that pleases me greatly."
Mistress leaned back slightly, using her left arm to support herself as she opened her legs to exhibit her wet slit. Her right hand fell between her legs and she used her fingers to spread her lips, exposing the pink flesh inside.
"That's what you dream about isn't it slave, it's your obsession..."
I sighed deeply as I saw the beautiful pink folds of her pussy..
"Yes Mistress."
She smiled, "I'm glad you love it so much slave, but tell me... how often do you think about touching it and tasting it?"
"All the time Mistress."
"Yes slave... but honestly, you can't be thinking about my pussy 24 hours a day, so how often, truthfully..."
"I don't know Mistress, it seems pretty constant to me...but certainly no more than thirty to sixty minutes between times...."
"Really slave? So you truly are constantly thinking about my sweet, wet pussy?"
She sounded utterly delighted with my answer.
"Always Mistress."
She opened her legs wider and slid two fingers into her dripping wet hole, closing her eyes and groaning softly as she enjoyed the sensation between her legs, and the thought of her slave constantly tormented by his need for her.
"I bet you want to taste me properly now don't you slave?"
"Yes Mistress...I would love to."
She smiled to herself and opened her eyes.
"Ask me nicely."
"Please may I taste your beautiful pussy Mistress?"
She looked at me through half-closed eyes for a few moments as she continued to rub herself and then offered her sticky, wet fingers to my mouth. I opened my mouth and sucked and licked them clean, savouring the delicious juices as they slipped across my tongue and down my throat.
Then she sat up again and removed her fingers from my mouth. She leaned forward, reached down between my legs and then gently traced her fingertip along the underside of my throbbing cock. I trembled noticeably and Mistress let out a small sigh of pleasure.
"Licking it off my fingers just isn't the same is it slave, but don't worry, I'll let you taste me soon enough."
Now it was my turn to moan softly.
"I love to see you like this, desperate for release, but at the same time desperate for denial. It must be so confusing for you."
"Yes Mistress," I said, my voice trembling as I focused on the delicate touch of her finger.
"Is that why you need me to control you properly slave?"
"Yes Mistress."
"I'm still undecided slave, I like the idea of you being totally under my control, but I'm still not 100% convinced it's the right thing to do. If you really want it, then why don't you try and convince me."
"Yes Mistress."
I tried hard to focus my thoughts as she used a couple of fingers to very softly tease my twitching cock.
"Well, Mistress... it's well known that when a man's orgasm is denied, he concentrates his efforts on pleasing his partner, and I already love doing that so much... when I make you cum I feel so elated and so content... and when I'm under your control that feeling is even stronger...." I paused momentarily to enjoy the touch of Mistress's fingers on my aching cock. "...and as much as I love to cum myself, making you cum is the greatest feeling in the world to me, and being teased and denied and knowing that I'm under your control and can't cum unless you let me only makes it more intense and satisfying."
Mistress whispered in my ear, prompting me to continue as she carried on stimulating my cock with light, teasing strokes.
"Mistress....for the last six months or so, I've....I've been under your control for ten to fourteen days at a time, but even when I haven't been on 'stop' I still haven't cum, except for when I'm with you."
Mistress stopped stroking but held my cock in a gentle grip and looked directly into my eyes.
"Is that true slave? You've honestly not made yourself cum once in the last six months?"
"Yes Mistress."
Mistress continued to stare into my eyes, making me tremble slightly with nerves until I found myself explaining further.
"It feels like the next best thing to being completely under your control Mistress..."
Mistress gripped my cock harder as she continued to stroke, and whispered in my ear.
"And that's what you really want isn't it slave?"
"Yes Mistress," I gasped desperately.
She silently teased my cock for a while, alternating between firm strokes and gentle, teasing stimulation. Occasionally she would lick her finger tip and use it to rub the head of my cock until my chin started to shake as it became harder and harder to keep control.
Eventually she spoke again. "But I know you slave, you still can't keep your hands off it can you?"
"No... Mistress."
"Even when I tell you it's totally forbidden, you still can't help it can you?"
"No Mistress."
"And I bet you must have got so close to coming sometimes?"
"Yes Mistress."
"But you never came?"
I hesitated, unsure whether to answer completely truthfully or to give her the answer I wanted to give her.
"I did go too far once or twice Mistress. But...."
"But what slave?" She asked, stopping the stroking abruptly and digging her long nails into my aching flesh.
"I..."
"Come on slave, spit it out."
"I....I let go Mistress. When I came, I let go...of my cock.... I ruined it Mistress."
"Why slave?"
"Because..."
Her fingernails dug deeper into the skin of my cock and I struggled to think clearly.
"Because, I only want to cum when you decide I can, Mistress.... but I love the frustration of being really close to the edge and then stopping."
"And...?" she said, releasing her grip only slightly.
"And, sometimes I get to the edge sooner than I anticipate Mistress."
"I see," she said, releasing my cock completely and sitting back up. "Or maybe I should see. Show me, now."
I looked at her with a slightly gormless expression.
"Go on, rub your cock until you are about to cum and stop. I want to see it."
I looked down between her legs at her waiting pussy and curled my fingers around my shaft.
"I know what you want slave, and you're not getting your tongue in there until I've seen you stroke to the edge."
It didn't take long, not with her there in front of me and her pussy just inches from my face. I stroked it vigorously until I felt the unmistakeable feeling of the beginnings of orgasm and let go. I looked up at her, slightly embarrassed, even though she'd done far worse to me over the years.
"Is that as close as you can get?" she asked.
Again I spent a fraction too long mulling over my answer and Mistress new the truth.
"Do it again, and get as close as you can without spilling it."
She opened her legs and started to stroke her pussy as she watched me start pumping my shaft again.
"Tell me when you're nearly there," she said.
I continued stroking for a while longer and then confirmed I was getting close.