Time flies when you are having fun, or so they say. I my case it seemed to be standing still. It has been almost a month since Fiona has allowed me to have an orgasm, the longest denial period ever.
It had been months since she started keeping me nude at home and now it felt odd to think of wearing clothes all the time. They almost felt uncomfortable on the occasions when I was allowed to put something on. All of her friends and mine were now fully aware of the situation. Most of them got over the initial awkwardness soon enough. My friends mostly thought it was funny and made lots of jokes at my expense, especially when Fiona declared that nude was now my "default state" and I was to ask her for permission if I had to put on clothes of any kind. The guys just laughed their asses off the first time they heard me do that. Fiona's friends always wanted to know how they could get their husbands and boyfriends to be as accommodating as me. Fiona even invited my sister, Alicia, over for dinner on my birthday. I wasn't sure how that was going to play out but she just laughed after I explained why I was answering the door in my birthday suit.
"I shouldn't be surprised," Alicia said. "When you were a little kid, mom had the hardest time keeping clothes on you, do you remember that at all?"
Alicia was 5 years and a couple of months older than me so she had plenty of stories to tell about me as a kid and Fiona wanted to hear them all. I spent the night blushing profusely. Apparently she had encouraged my exhibitionist behavior on several occasions when she was supposed to be babysitting her little brother by allowing me to roam the house and even the back yard completely bare. The conversation brought back vague memories of running through the house naked being chased by my mom or my sister and I definitely remembered some of the events after I was a little older when I got into big trouble (like that time in the treehouse...) and only now realized how much she had been there egging me on.
"Too bad we couldn't have kept you plugged like that when you were little. I always hated wiping your ass," my sister joked after telling us one of her more embarrassing stories that had me blushing.
Wearing a butt plug 24/7 was the other thing that Fiona had required even before she started keeping me nude. That was something that I didn't think I would ever really get used to, and maybe that was the point. It had become more and more comfortable over time, but the plug she preferred that I wear most of the time was largish and made of stainless steel so it was heavy and made me feel very full. It was a constant reminder of the things I was willing to do for Fiona.
As you know, if you read my previous stories, it had also been several months since I finally gave in to her bi training. She made sure that I was only allowed to cum when I was sucking another mans dick. She especially liked to time my own orgasm to coincide with his, and after swallowing his load, I was fed my own cum as well. I had to admit that I had mostly gotten over any hesitation and was finding myself thinking about ways to improve my technique and sometimes (especially after a long denial) I would imagine the feeling of a cock slipping into my mouth and I would craved the taste of the semen that would soon follow.
Between orgasms, I was kept very aroused pleasuring Fiona, being teased by her, and masturbating to the edge while she watched. Recently she hadn't been allowing me to cum even if we had a session with me sucking a cock. The frequent humiliations with our friends also kept me very concupiscent and Fiona would occasionally allow her friends to touch and examine me in some intimate and embarrassing way. She would always tell me before they arrived that she wanted me to stay as hard as possible while they were there. I was expected to stand, not sit, and always facing her and our guests so that I would be on full display unless directed otherwise. Sometimes she would absentmindedly fondle my scrotum or lightly touch my erection as I stood beside her, never breaking the conversation but definitely breaking my concentration.
Fiona had also increased the amount of bondage and spanking during our love making, and she had started adding some new things like cock rings and leather straps that stretched and separated my balls. The devilish nipple clamps came next, and her latest new toy was an anal hook with what felt like an extremely large round ball on the end. It was amazing how humiliating being tethered to the wall or led around on a leash by your own ass could be, and also how hard it could keep your cock.
I loved Fiona so much and in so many ways I enjoyed everything we did together, but the constant teasing and denial did eventually start to wear on me. I was right on the edge constantly, I could barely think about anything except the next time I would get to cum. I was living for the next time she would stroke me or let me masturbate even though I knew it would only leave me more frustrated. I woke her up by crawling between her legs and licking her pussy every morning and I waited impatiently in the evenings to do it again. I dreamed about having a fat cock filling my mouth with cum so that I could finally have my own release, but the last three times I had serviced my anonymous friends, she had only said "Not this time, my pet." while she fed me the few drops of precum that she cleaned gently from the tiny hole of my sensitive penis.
So it was, while she was out working at the art gallery one day, that I broke one of the cardinal rules - I opened an incognito browser window and I browsed to one of my favorite porn sites that I used when Fiona wanted me to edge. I told myself I just needed to masturbate for a moment, only, this time, Fiona wasn't there to make me stop. I didn't make it two minutes before I exploded! I screamed out loud, it felt so good to release. I didn't think the cum would ever stop. Even though I was too was sensitive to continue stroking myself, I continued to convulse and squirt with my fist wrapped around my shaft. When I was finally spent, I fell back into my chair. I might have even blacked out for a minute.
After I had recovered, I was appalled by what I had just done. I immediately went into cleanup mode. I was ashamed and I knew Fiona would be...what? Angry? Disappointed? I had never broken this rule. I had never really broken any of the rules she gave me because I only ever wanted to please her. She had "punished" me for little transgressions before but mostly just for fun, but now I had done THIS and I couldn't bear to think about her finding out. Oh, god, there was even cum on the monitor and the keyboard..and the chair! I could smell the unmistakable scent of semen. I furiously cleaned everything. Cleaning was one of my chores around the house so that wouldn't be suspicious. If she noticed anything I could just say I spilled something by my desk and had to clean it up.
Finally I felt like I had erased every trace of my transgression and I put away the cleaning supplies and sat down to have a beer before Fiona got home. That's when it hit me - I wasn't hard! Fiona would notice that I wasn't on the edge anymore. How could I be so stupid. So, back to the computer I went and opened the porn site. It didn't take me long to find my edge again. I stroked and then stopped for a minute then stroked some more. When Fiona sent me a text saying she was on her way home, I closed everything down. I hoped I was horny enough again.
"Hey, Pet, how was your day," she asked when I greeted her at the door.
"Um, not bad," I said.
"Not bad?" she asked with an impish grin as she grabbed my shaft tightly. "Did you miss me?"
"Oh, yes, very much," I replied, swelling in her warm soft hand.
"You have been such a good boy lately," she said releasing my penis and cupping my sack instead. "How long has it been since you had a good orgasm? Maybe we can invite a friend over this weekend."
"Mmm," I moaned, "I would like that very much."
