The Mysterious Mrs. Sang -- Denial
Foreword
One of my readers asked that I write a story with an erotic denial theme. This one and the fourth "unrestricted' novel are both based on erotic denial.
This is s continuation of the third story of Mrs. Sang and me. It takes place about twenty minutes after the end of the third story.
This is an erotic tale from beginning to end. So start here and enjoy!
Chapter One - Foreplay
There I hung, nude, bound spread-eagled, ungagged but utterly available for Mrs. Sang's pleasure. There was a vibrator buzzing away up my butt and I had just come. I didn't see how it could get any better than this but I was about to find out.
I heard the plumbing whoosh and rattle and then I heard nothing for a while. Finally, I heard her high heels moving across the floor as she made her way through the kitchen and down the stairs.
When she made her entrance into the basement, she was wearing a gold robe of Chinese Silk. It was slit up to the side and every time she took a step, I could see a flash of her leg all the way up to the hip.
Even with my recent hard climax, I could feel myself becoming aroused again. It was quite obvious to her, as well.
"I can see that you are nearly ready to go again." She commented as my glands elongated at her appearance, "Let's see if you are as aroused by my cat as you are by my appearance."
Walking over the 'wall of whips', she plucked a cat of nine tails down and positioned herself behind me.
I felt a fluttering in my belly as she made ready to whip me.
I heard the whip sing through the air and land with a wet sound on my back. The cat stung and I howled as it landed. The vibrator caused me pleasure and the cat caused me pain. Mrs. Sang seemed to enjoy both equally.
The whip sang through the air before landing a second time and again, I howled and shook under the pain of it. The cat was much worse than the belt. Judging by her reaction, Mrs. Sang rather enjoyed the cat more than the belt.
I found it very hard not to beg her to stop but somewhere I did find the strength.
The cat whistled through the air to land a third time and I clenched against the cruel restraints and cried out. Once again, my sexual desire had fled leaving me soft where it counted.
Mrs. Sang laughed, almost to herself as the whip landed. She lashed me at a pace I could handle but it was all I could deal with. I flinched and choked and she lashed me again and again.
Finally, she stopped inflicting pain upon my helplessly bound body. She pressed herself up against my bound frame from behind. Reaching around to my front, she grabbed my semi hard dick and squeezed it rhythmically until it was iron hard.
Then she stepped back and continued to whip me!
Over and over, the lashes found their way onto my helpless body as I cried out and struggled against her cruel torment.
Just when I felt I could endure no more; she stopped again and pressing her body against my nude frame she spoke.
"That was very pleasurable!" She murmured into my ear from behind.
I heard her walk over to the 'wall of whips' and place the cat back on its hook. Her high heels clipped briskly across the floor as she returned and stood with her face two or three inches from mine.
"I'm so glad you pressed me to continue this!" She said softly but with much conviction as she looked me directly in the eye, "When I think of all the pleasure we have had and are going to have tonight...words fail me. But that is okay! I have a better way to show my gratitude."
My belly fluttered again with anticipation.
She placed both hands on my chest and proceeded to run them freely over my nude, bound torso. At one point she stepped even closer and while embracing me, she nuzzled my neck and let her hands reach back and down until they cupped my butt.
When she had her fill of fondling me, she stepped back slapped my face. I was shocked and it must have showed.
"I've never done that before and I must say; it felt good!" She explained before doing it again.
Anger swept through me and I finally spoke clearly as my arousal left, "I don't like that. If you continue to do that, I will use my 'safe words'. I do not find it arousing or interesting in the least."
She stood motionless for a moment and looked at me searchingly before she responded, "Alright, I didn't know."
"I realize that." I said simply.
She nodded and the moment passed. Turning back to the 'wall' she stepped close to the shelf that ran its length and picked up a washcloth and a bottle of lubricant.
Returning she held the items in her hands before explaining her next actions.
Chapter Two - A New Game
"I have a new game now." She announced briskly.
I found I was holding my breath. My position as her fuck toy made me very aware of how vulnerable I was to her cruel ministrations. Here I was bound spread-eagled, nude and repeatedly sexually aroused. Now she was talking of another game!
"This just keeps getting better!" I thought to myself.
Outwardly, I tried to show nothing but obviously failed when she smiled and commented, "So you like that idea do you? You haven't even heard what it is yet. Maybe I intend to brand my initials into your butt."
I felt no sense of menace from this. I believed she was merely trying it on for size, as it were. Her next words gave me pause, however.
She continued with quiet menace, "Or maybe I intend to give you..."
She stopped suddenly and smiled even brighter before continuing, "Yes, I think I will give you a taste of the bamboo cane."
I had the impression that she had just changed plans in midstream.
At my quizzical look, she explained, "You'll see; in a few minutes. First there are other things to attend to."
"Having made you come once, I intend to stretch out your next orgasm for quite a while. The rules are really quite simple. You may not come and anytime you feel you cannot hold out let me know and I'll 'assist' you." She said the last with such quiet menace that I actually flinched.
She flashed her eyes at me and laughed before saying, "Well, let's get started shall we?"
So saying, she set both the cloth and the bottle of lubricant down before fetching a folding chair to open directly in front of me. When she sat in it, my genitals were at her face height.
I could feel my dick beginning to rise again, despite my fear of the 'bamboo' menace.
Taking a thick dollop of lubricant, she grasped my semi hard unit and with her usual skill, had me flat against the belly iron hard within a couple of minutes.
I did my best not to flinch or groan but it was very difficult not to acknowledge the pleasurable feelings she was bringing up in me.
She knew too. From the way she smiled and murmured to herself about how hard I was and how much fun this was going to be; it was obvious.
I felt the cool slickness of her experienced hand on my unit. Tightening my muscles, I hoped to resist her attempts to manipulate me but still enjoy her hand on my dick.
Oh I know; that is an activity at odds with itself!
Mrs. Sang knew what I was going through too and when she spoke, it was as if she was recalling a fond memory.
"Master would often bring me to the edge but not allow me to achieve bliss." She said mildly, "It was one of his favourite games...I am beginning to understand why, now."
Mrs. Sang continued softly, almost to herself, "I have not really remembered it in this way for some time. Perhaps it's good that I have now."
Suddenly, she started quickly stroking my dick in a harsh brisk fashion. After about thirty strokes, she stopped as suddenly as she had started.
"It is important that you realize I am utterly in control here." She said imperiously.
When I attempted to respond to her; she held up her free hand before continuing, "Do not speak. There is nothing you can say that will convince me but that is okay. I have another method to convince me of your sincerity."
I was now both aroused and concerned. Obviously, she intended to jerk me off and then torment me but I was at a loss as to what form of punishment she would use.
Taking another dollop of lubricant, Mrs. Sang applied it liberally to my hard erection. I shuddered and stifled a groan.
She smiled and reiterated her warning, "Tell me when you are going to come!"
She began to stroke me rhythmically and evenly. I found I was able to really enjoy what she was doing, as well as control my own reactions.
It must have showed for she suddenly interrupted what she was doing to speak of it, "So you think you have self discipline do you?"
"Well, let's see just how disciplined you are, shall we?" She continued mildly.
Wiping off her hands, she got up and went over to the now feared 'wall'. There, she picked a slim bamboo cane off the 'wall' and returned.
Waggling it like a magic wand, she took her seat again.
With mounting horror, I realized where she intended to apply this thin little monster!
Sitting down, she grabbed my balls with her free hand and looked up into my eyes before speaking meaningfully, "Not a sound!"
She reached back slightly with the cane and slapped my erection with it!
It was not hard enough to break the skin. From the outside, it looked like she was just tapping my helpless but iron hard dick.
It took a couple of seconds and then the pain raced through me. I pulled hard against the cruel restraints and choked back a cry of anguish.
Mrs. Sang murmured a consoling noise before striking my unit again.
Again, a couple of seconds after she struck, I found myself choking back another cry and pulling hard on the ropes yet again. My unit had gone from hard to soft in a matter of seconds but there was no surprise there.
I looked down at her face just as she looked up. Never had I seen such a look of feral lust on her face.
