Matthew trembled each time Bethany stroked upward on the shaft of his cock with the tips of her fingernails. He moaned when she gently massaged the frenulum with the pad of her thumb lubricated with his own flowing precum. Bethany knew just how to hold him at the edge of orgasm and yet still deny that release. His mind drifting into subspace at the control she exercises, Matthew knew that he desired nothing more than his total surrender to her dominance.
It was the third day since his last orgasm and the second of dedicated teasing sessions to get him to a point of dripping and moaning lust. Matthew's submission in the moment only emphasized to him that he would not have traded the previous days' experiences for any other option.
After the party with Zoe and Rick, Bethany had taken him into her bed. She had unlocked the chastity cage and led him into the big shower stall in her en suite bathroom. Tenderly, with attention to care, she had soaped and washed his body before inviting him to do the same to her. Once they had dried each other, Bethany led Matthew to her bed. This time, there was no bondage, no toys, no role play.
Bethany had taken control in a gentle manner that showed she was as interested in Matthew's pleasure as her own. Riding Matthew's cock, Bethany had teasingly told him not to cum. As she rocked slowly on his cock, squeezing it with the muscles of her pussy, she told him she was going to take his orgasm and she would find some delicious way to punish him if he came without permission.
Matthew moaned as he came close to orgasm, advising Bethany who ignored his words. She held Matthew's shoulders to the mattress as she felt the spasms of his spurting cock.
"Oh, dear," Bethany said breathlessly, "you've cum in my pussy Matthew, whatever will a good boy do now."
Moaning in his lust and post-orgasmic state, Matthew knew what answer she sought.
"A... a good boy always licks up his messes, Mistress," he managed to say.
"That's right," Bethany said as she raised up off Matthew's cock.
Moving with a grace and balance that showed her athleticism, Bethany lowered herself over Matthew's body in a sixty-nine position. As she felt Matthew's tongue lapping at her cum-filled pussy, she slid her mouth over his semi-hard cock to taste their mixed juices while Matthew lapped her pussy clean of his own cum.
"Thank you, Miss Bethany," Matthew whispered as Bethany turned about again and lay down beside him.
"Thank you, sweetie," she had said in return as she pulled his arm across her body and drew the light blanket up to cover them.
Matthew spent the day after the party occupied by his usual routine in the apartment. He was naked except for his collar and chastity cage. On his bathroom vanity when he went for a shower after his morning workout, he found a medium-sized anal plug for him to wear through the day. He had smiled as he picked it up, recognizing it as one of the vibrating plugs that Bethany sometimes chose for him, one that she controlled from her phone.
There was no teasing session that day. But the periodic actions of the vibrating plug and Bethany's intentional appearances around the apartment in very sexy lingerie ensured that Matthew's mind was occupied constantly with erotic imagery and thoughts.
Bethany spent much of the day working on video editing. She also went out for another manicure, to ensure that her nails matched the earlier videos. She knew the deep blue acrylic nails she liked to have in a short rounded stiletto shape, with flecks of gold in the finish, were a lovely contrast to the skin of Matthew's cock.
On the second day, the teasing sessions started. Before the party, Bethany had used Matthew as her subject for three short teasing videos for her very lucrative business. The three short videos, each of which had taken much more time to record than the clients would ever see, had included a hard and dripping Matthew tormented by Bethany's teasing fingertips. Throughout the series, which they had completed over three days, Matthew had not been permitted to orgasm.
A fourth video was planned but ended up being postponed because of their schedule for the day before the party. After their guests had departed, Bethany gave Matthew a choice, of waiting another day to complete the series or having his cock unlocked. The cost of the latter was a repeated period of teasing to get him back to the state of frustration and desire that matched the point in the video series where they paused. Matthew had chosen to be unlocked and to suffer the additional days of teasing to return to the required state. It was a decision he never regretted.
On the morning of the second day, Matthew found the key for the chastity cage waiting for him in his bathroom. A note, in Bethany's girlish script, was also there.
"Good morning, Matty,
"No cage today, please. I'm going to trust you to keep your hands to yourself.
"And please be ready for sessions at 11 a.m. and again at 4 p.m.
"Hugs, B.
"P.S. you may beg, but there will be no cumming today."
Matthew smiled as he read the note. Being free of the cage for the day meant his cock would cycle through periods of arousal and relaxation as his mind reviewed his living arrangement with Bethany and the video series they were working on. That cycle would only be accentuated by the two scheduled periods Bethany had confirmed for his submission to her teasing torments. As each session got close by the minute, they would become the focus of his feelings of anticipation and of his desire to be her teasing subject.
With no orgasms promised, Matthew knew the teasing sessions would run into at least one more day. He also expected that he would be back in the chastity cage for the night to avoid any disobedient stroking.
In the first teasing session, Bethany directed Matthew to the bed as he entered the bedroom. Buckling manacles on his wrists and ankles, she soon had him spread-eagle on the bed with straps loose enough to let him struggle but not enough to get free. Matching the scene of the original first session down to the color of her nails, Bethany wore a cropped white blouse with a very short pleated plaid skirt. With her cameras set up and running, she was ready to capture the scene in case she decided to cut any new footage into the teasing session video she already had in draft form.
Kneeling beside Matthew's bound and naked body, Bethany lightly ran her fingertips over the skin of his arms, legs, and torso. Each time she passed close to his hard cock, she made sure to leave it untouched and twitching with need.
Matthew moaned softly at the gentle teasing, his breath catching each time he thought Bethany was going to touch and stroke his cock. He bit his lip to keep from begging, knowing that it would only encourage her to make the wait longer.
As Matthew's anticipation and frustration grew, Bethany changed tactics to let the tips of her nails retrace the paths her fingertips had followed. In successive passes, she increased the pressure of her nails just enough to leave the faintest red lines on Matthew's skin and to excite every nerve ending they passed over.
Bethany smiled as she watched Matthew strain to remain still under her teasing touch. His nipples barely tended to, his cock still untouched. She enjoyed the little moans and groans that escaped his lips, letting her know for sure that she was having the intended effect on his state of mind and body.
Stopping the long sensuous scraping of her nails, Bethany gently dragged one fingernail over each of Matthew's hard nipples. The change in touch was enough to elicit a deeper moan from his lips and she added to his torments by gently teasing his nipples further. It wasn't until a shiver of lust traversed his body that Bethany decided the time was right to continue.
Moving to sit between Matthew's spread legs with her own legs over his, Bethany was ready to turn her attention to his hard cock. She began by gently trapping the head of Matthew's cock between the tips of her nails on one hand. Bethany smiled at the little gasp that slipped from Matthew's lips and then began to slowly run the nails of her other hand along the sides, top, and bottom of his shaft. With no other contact, it was enough to make Matthew squirm and pull at the four straps that held him to the bed.
"Shhh, lie still, Matty," Bethany soothed her bound subject, "just relax."
Matthew grimaced and moaned at the suggestion that he could relax under Bethany's teasing touch. They both knew that was an impossibility and they both wanted the teasing to continue.
