"i'm Not Going to Let You Cum"

I kneel on the floor at the foot of her bed, my head engulfed by her thighs and her hand holding my face against her most sensitive area. My eyes open once more to look up at her, and just beyond her breasts I see a very, very happy woman. Though my cock is hard as a rock and BEGGING to be touched, still I kneel with my hands behind my back.

It's only week two.

Flashback to November 1st.

I sit in the living room with a cup of coffee in my hand. The two of us had attended a rather drunken Halloween party the night before, at which she told me of the 'presentation' she'd been working on all week. She was super 'hush-hush' about the details, but was sure it would take our relationship to the next level.

It was a fun party overall, we both had plenty to drink (I'd call it a sensible amount for a Halloween party) and upon arriving home we may have had a partially costumed makeout sesh. Playboy bunny is a cliché costume, but she looked absolutely fantastic in it. She looked great out of the costume, of course, and after we took it to bed we had some very hot sex. I slept very well after that.

So here I am, feeling groggy with a cup of coffee in my hand and she emerges from the kitchen wearing a dressing gown and holding her laptop and a can of beer (hair of the dog, she swears by it). Upon plugging her laptop into the TV I'm greeted by the title of her presentation:

"Why We Should try No Nut November"

I burst out laughing.

It was a very funny slide to see at 10 in the morning and she was smiling ear-to-ear as well. But she let me run my course, put her drink to one side, and dropped her dressing gown to reveal a pair of knee-high socks and her translucent red and black lingerie. That shut me up.

"Now that I have your attention" she started "I would like to make my proposal: I want you to try going a whole month without orgasm."

I respectfully smirked and stayed quiet for the next few slides.

The first slide laid out the rules: no orgasm. No cumming from masturbation, sex, oral, anything. I was allowed to be touched where it feels nice, we could have all the sex we wanted and I was even allowed to fuck myself so long as I didn't finish. If I had a wet dream that was okay too. Other than that I was not allowed to "nut" for the entire month. I also would not be allowed to watch or consume porn unless she felt like watching porn with me.

Truth be told, I was starting to worry - I felt small and I felt condescended to. Of course I could go a month without masturbating, obviously. I just don't. And why would I. Besides, I don't want to be told what to do! Who is she to tell me how often I'm allowed to orgasm? I kept my grievances silent, even though she could tell from the look on my face exactly what emotions were stirring in me.

"Though in the past months we have had an adequate amount of sex" she continued "The frequency has done nothing but go down while the sessions have become shorter, and I believe that the orgasm gap has grown. As the man in the relationship you are more likely to orgasm during sex than I am, and as a result I've spent more and more nights feeling sexually unsatisfied."

It was true. It's a cliché that men don't care about their partner's orgasm during sex but I was a model cliché. Positions were more likely to be my choosing, she was far more likely to 'give' during foreplay and especially oral, and sex would be over when I was finished, even if she wasn't. My mind went back to last night...

"In fact, I kept a log!"

The next slide showed a calendar of our sexual activity in October. It was not very impressive on my part. In blue were all the times we'd had sex - maybe once every two-to-four days - and in red were my orgasms. There were far more red dots than pink dots (which represented her orgasms during sex).

"Hold up..." I interrupted for the first time this whole lecture "what are the dots in purple?"

"Those are all the times I've masturbated. Most of the time it's while you're asleep after sex."

There were maybe twice as many purple dots as pink ones. She hadn't cum from sex in nearly two weeks.

"Fuck... I'm sorry"

"Never matter!" She explained cheerily "that's why this new experiment will benefit both of us!"

The rest of the talk was truly fascinating. According to a survey she referenced, Men who stopped excessively masturbating were found to have increased attention span, better performance in bed, and more fulfilling orgasms. Meanwhile straight women have the lowest orgasm rate of any demographic and pursuing HER pleasure could lead to more exciting bedroom experiences.

"So, if we do try this No Nut November thing, you'll get to cum more and I'll be self improving?"

"Yep! But you gotta stick it out to the end! That's the point. And to encourage that I'm going to set a few parameters and a wager..."

"Huh?"

Next slide - Parameters

"I still want to have sex with you, but I'm not going to let you cum tonight, or tomorrow, or the day after. Every time we have sex, unless I say otherwise, I want you to focus on letting me achieve orgasm. If you don't think you can fuck me without cumming before I do, you'll either have to lick me, finger me, or watch me masturbate myself until I climax."

I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a massive erection by the end of that sentence.

"I've spent a long time being selfless and I want you to be okay with putting in the work for my pleasure without expecting anything in return. And I don't want you to forget it either, I won't let you distract yourself. You'll still sleep in the same bed as me every night while I'm naked. You'll still have sex with me a normal amount and you really should go down on me more than you have been. And importantly, I expect you to be honest with me if you do get off or cum without my permission".

"Okay..." I said with a lump in my throat "I understand".

"I'm glad you do, baby. Oh! And one more thing!"

The next slide: Reward and Punishment

It read as follows

"If you make it the whole of November without nutting, I will:

Buy us a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant

Buy you a Tenga sex toy and a one month OF Subscription for Christmas

Shave my pussy bare at least twice a week until the new year

Swallow every blowjob until the new year

Try anal five times

However, if you lose and nut before December 1st you must:

Buy us a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant

Shave your bush and balls once

Wear my dress and do all of my chores for the duration of my next period

Wear my day-old panties until the end of November"

It was high stakes, but I agreed to those terms. We shook hands, we kissed, and I agreed to give up my orgasm to her for one month. I was already starting to regret my decision when...

"Oh yes! I need to show you something!"

She ran upstairs without a word of warning and about ten seconds later I hear footsteps coming back down. She now had a small white box in her hand and started unboxing it before she'd even made it fully into the living room.

"I ordered this online nearly a week ago and it came last night. The reviews are all excellent! I was going to use it tonight anyway, but I think now's the perfect time to try it out."

She pulled her new purchase out of the box and held it up to show me - a clitoral stimulator sex toy. It was small, purple, and had a little hole for placing on the clitoris and sucking it in patterns for stimulation. It looked very pretty and very powerful.

She hooked her thumbs around her panties and pulled them down to her ankles, revealing her trimmed pussy. She stepped forward and kneeled on the sofa with one knee either side of me. She held the toy to my face.

"Spit on it." she barked.

And so I did. I spat on the stimulator, she kneeled either side of me, held the toy to her clit, and turned it on. It took her a moment of fiddling to find what felt good with the new device, but once she found it she entered into another world.

Her eyes closed and her body crumpled up to me. Her free arm clutched the back of the sofa as not to crush me under her weight. It was like I wasn't even there, her eyes glued shut she rode that thing however she wanted to make her feel good. Her mouth stayed open, her moans audible.

In almost no time at all I felt her body tense in the way she only tensed when approaching climax. Her breaths became more frequent, her vocalisations louder and higher pitch, her motions more erratic. And then... complete stillness. Not a single breath.

The silence was broken by the pleasure crashing over her. She collapsed onto me in a tirade of jitters and jolts, her final moans rang loudly into my ear.

My hard-on was as hard as it had been all morning.

"Wow... uh... I like that one... wow."

She crashed to one side on the sofa beside me.

"Hey baby" she whispered "could you make breakfast today, I'm hungry"

"Y-yeah... sure"

As I stood up and walked away I heard the device buzz again. She was now splayed across the sofa, one leg on the floor another suspended so that she may access her clitty.

She opened her eyes, looked me dead in the face, and smiled.

"Well then, what are you waiting for?"

It's now day 14. Two weeks later, and it's been hell.

The first night was tolerable, she'd gotten all she wanted out of her new toy which had made its home comfortably in her bedside table along with her vibrator, so we watched TV and had an early night.

Since then I haven't cum once and it's getting harder and harder to sleep. She loves having her pussy licked and I'm getting better at it - she now jokes that I'm so hungry for an orgasm that I've become ravenous. I do gain pleasure from giving her pleasure of course, but it's beyond frustrating to have her beautiful naked pussy planted so close to my face, her convulsing orgasms exploding right before my eyes, while I continue to be denied that kind of bliss.

We still have penis-in-vagina sex. Usually I can hold myself and make her cum but at least once or twice I've had to pull out at the last minute. She was a little frustrated the first time, but after a little foreplay she reached for her dildo and finished right in front of me.

She has never been shy about masturbating but now I swear she's trying to make me fail. We'll lay together in bed on our phones or trying to sleep and she'll be there fingering herself because she can. Usually she cums. Sometimes in night when I can't sleep I look at her naked body - her face, her hair, her tits - and I touch myself too. I don't cum, of course, we don't even keep tissues by the bed anymore for cleanup, but it's the most I can get.

I also swear she's dressing sluttier, especially around the house. That's not a bad thing, obviously, I would never say as much accepting this exact situation. She wears her bra less, she has her tits on display constantly, she doesn't even necessarily wear panties around the house because she knows what it does to me. The other day she made coffee while wearing my hoodie, and when she sat down on the countertop to drink it I could see that she was wearing ONLY my hoodie.

I couldn't help but offer to go down on her in the kitchen.

She watches porn sometimes, only one time has she let me watch with her (it was blowjob porn and I didn't know it was possible to be so jealous of a man cumming. She's also watched porn while I've gone down on her, I think I knew who she was watching and it was one of my favourite sites. It's probably for the best that I didn't see it. I don't need that kind of simulation.

At this point I'm not even going for the reward. I don't care that much if I get a free OnlyFans subscription or that she'll finally let me fuck her in the ass. I don't even care if I have to shave my balls or only wear the panties she wore the day before. No, I'm just doing this to prove I can. I never had to cum every day and nobody has ever died from not having an orgasm (even though I feel like I'm about to sometimes). What kind of man would I be if I couldn't sustain blue balls? Can I really be such a slave to my dick that the promise of sex never ever leaves my mind?

And so I find myself at the foot of her bed. I'm wearing only my boxers, she's wearing only her makeup and her jewellery. I do as I've become accustomed - not remove my clothes and fuck her until I've had my way - I crawl over to her, she spreads her legs to reveal her private area, and I begin licking.

And I continue for what feels like an eternity. I listen to her breaths and feel her slightest movements to ensure that I maximise her pleasure. My cock twitches and begs to even be touched. Her pussy spasms and spurts as the tip of my tongue alone brings her entire body to a toe-curling, ear-splitting, breathtakingly beautiful climax.

She collapses on the bed behind her in melted bliss to catch her breath. Once she does so, she finally cares to look at my face. It's mostly obscured by her legs but still visible are my longing, desperate eyes. She smiles.

"How about another one?"