Cassandra, an attractive brunette with long straight hair, immensely enjoyed sex, although she was frequently disappointed. Her unhappiness did not stem from any deficiency on her part. Her lovers frequently complimented her. She had a sweet, delectable pussy, one that men craved to touch, to kiss, and, most of all, to be inside. It was, as they say, a pussy that talked. It emanated a nonverbal message of an almost mystical sensuality. Cassandra's smooth firm thighs presented an enticing avenue to her portal of sweetness.
The problem was that when a lover caught sight of Cassandra's somewhat furry mound with vaginal lips parted ever so slightly in an inviting, almost shy manner, he became extremely impatient to enter her. Whenever she allowed a man to enter, all it took was a few thrusts before he popped off inside her. Afterward, when his all-consuming lust had been spent, he was invariably apologetic. The mood, however, had already been spoiled for Cassandra at that point, and she either manually stimulated herself to climax or ended the bedroom session.
More and more frequently she insisted that her lover for the night orally stimulate her to climax before penetration (and the inevitable short-lived intercourse). The men she brought home were also baffled at their lack of staying power. "There's no saying no to that pussy," one of them told her. "It just yanks it out of me!"
Their explanations seldom made Cassandra feel any better. There was one night when the inevitable happened and as she lay on the bed with a pouting look on her face, her lover exasperatedly exclaimed, "I'd undo it and try again if I could!"
She then told him that if he really meant that, he could get his mouth down there and prove it by orally extracting his ejaculate. he actually considered it for a few moments, and decided that he couldn't. That ended Cassandra's romance that night, although she was stimulated by the thought of humiliating a guy by having him orally service her after ejaculating inside her.
She tried other tactics to delay ejaculation of her lovers.
Having sex while partially clothed did almost the opposite of what she intended. When she lay on the bed, the bottom of her skirt rested just above her beautiful knees, which made the sight (and feel) of her pussy all the more irresistible when she opened up to receive him.
Another tactic was to wear old, tattered clothing when bedding down with her lover. The denim cutoffs with dangling threads; the oversized T-shirt with torn sections only whetted her lovers' appetite and desire.
Failing that, Cassandra refrained from showering for a few days, figuring that a little skank would help her achieve her goal. The next lover she had told her that her scent was intoxicatingly sensuous, and he spurted on her thighs as he prepared to enter her.
Cassandra seriously considered giving up on men, and wondered if she'd have more satisfaction with another woman. She also wondered if she was trying too hard, and if she should be more casual and wait for the right man to come along. The nagging thought in the back of her mind was that there were no men who could give her sustaining satisfaction.
One man she dated somewhat shyly told her that he was submissive, and told her that he fantasized being tied to the bed during sex. She remembered her desire to humiliate, then smiled and told him that she hadn't done that, but would be willing to try it.
She bound the naked man's ankles to the corner bedposts, then tied his wrists together and bound them above his head. His erection throbbed as Cassandra slowly stripped. She lightly touched him all over, and he struggled against his restraints in sweet torment, wishing he could hold her. He frequently gazed at her midsection and fervently wished he could plunge into her enticing womanhood between those slightly open lips. She was aroused at the thought of what she was going to do. Her labia glistened with droplets of her feminine lubricant, which made her pussy all the more enticing.
She straddled him. He groaned excitedly as she guided him inside. She knew what was going to happen next. A few pumps of her hips, and he clenched his teeth and exclaimed as he spurted. She continued to pump her hips for a moment after his ejaculation.
Now it's payback time, Cassandra thought to herself, and withdrew. She made her way up to his face, and then pinched his nose shut. "That's it," she whispered when he opened his mouth to breathe. Then she swiftly placed her pussy on his mouth and kept his nose pinched shut. Her thighs held his head in place.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmm-mmmm!" he exclaimed as the mixture of semen and feminine cream trickled into his mouth.
"I want you to suck me clean!" Cassandra said. "If I let you breathe will you suck it?"
He frantically attempted to nod his head in assent, and she released his nose. After a few deep breaths he applied his mouth to her pussy and extracted as much as he could. Cassandra shuddered in climax, more from the rush of power that she experienced than from vaginal stimulation.
"That wasn't too bad," she told him as she climbed off. "Maybe next time I'll see how many times I can milk you." Then she untied him and sent him home. Later that night, and for several nights following, she masturbated to the thought of forcing men to orally extract their semen after ejaculation.
Cassandra confided in her friend Vicky about her problems. She also rather shyly told Vicky about her latest encounter with the submissive male. Cassandra's eyes betrayed her arousal as she narrated the incident where she force-fed the bound male his own ejaculate.
Vicky was captivated, by the story, and after it was related, she said, "Now I'm going to take a risk here, Cassandra. There's a friend of mine who works at a kind of reform clinic. She told me something really bizarre a while back. I couldn't believe it. But she told me that it's a coed facility -- well, not really coed -- there's a separate side for males and females - and there are times when they decide that they want to really punish someone there who's earned a lot of demerits."
"Well, what IS it?!" Cassandra asked impatiently.
"See, normally they use spanking for discipline, I guess, but when someone's been really bad, they get one of the girls - the girls who need to be punished - and they bind her to this special table. Then they get one of the males from the other side - one who's being rewarded - and they let him have sex with her. They give him something like fifteen minutes with her. She has a blindfold on so she can't see who's doing her."
"Oh, wow!" Cassandra exclaimed. She was unsettled at what Vicky just described. It was degrading. It was disgusting. It was... arousing. "What do they do with the guys who need to be punished like that?"
"I tried to get her to tell me, but she said she couldn't. I'm curious too, so I'm going to work on her some more."
They finished their lunch. Over the next several days Cassandra wondered if it would be worth it to go through the milking idea with the submissive male. She hesitated to go through all that effort for a few moments of pleasure. She did, however, continue to masturbate in bed thinking about it.
As Cassandra was getting ready for bed one night, Vicky called. "I know it's late, but I've got to talk to you - can I come over?"
"I - I guess so, yes. Come on over."
