Femdom Tease And Denial

Wife finally makes me wait for my orgasms.

This female domination story contains scenes of orgasm denial. It is entirely fictional and completely my own work.

Please DO NOT read any further if you do not enjoy fictional stories in which males submit to dominant females, either willingly, forcible, or by coercion

Please DO NOT read if you think that stories like this should end up with the male taking control and beating or fucking the female - If that's your bag, this story is not for you.

Please DO NOT read if you don't like the idea of women making men wait for their orgasms.

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When my wife and I had sex, it was almost always oral. My glans are so sensitive and her pussy so tight, that when we have penetrative sex I'm not able to last for more than a minute, and have to stop with my cock as still as possible in her hot pussy to resist cumming. Over the years, this left Sue (and me) terribly unsatisfied by penetrative sex, so we settled down into a routine of pleasing each other with our hands and mouths.

In time, my wife became exceptionally good at non-penetrative sex - she would take her time, teasing me for an hour or so before finally allowing me cum, and it was this process, month after month, that really got me into tease and denial. Gradually I wanted her to take more control of me, to tease me more and more. Soon I stopped being impatient for her to make me cum, and started to hope, instead, that the tease would last longer and longer. My internet searches introduced me to tease literature, and then to chastity, and I began to wish that my wife would one day surprise me with a cock cage and lock me up for days or weeks.

As we approached our fifties, we had sex less and less frequently, and eventually ended up having sex just once a month, when it was the right time of the month for Sue. I have to admit that I became a regular masturbator, getting myself off secretly in the shower or into her panties when she went into the office.

One night I finally found the courage to ask her to make me wait for my orgasm. We were in bed together and she was lying beside me, delicately lapping at one of my nipples with her tongue whilst gently rubbing the other with her fingertips. She had already allowed her fingers to caress their way down to my crotch where she had teased my scrotum mercilessly with the lightest touch of her fingers, only applying pressure when pressing my perineum and dragging it up towards my scrotum a couple of times - something that always drove me crazy. Now she had returned her attentions to my chest, leaving my cock and balls aching for attention, my legs spread wide in a vain attempt to attract her back down there. Finally, I blurted out; "make me wait until tomorrow for my orgasm!"

Sue clearly had no idea why I would want that. She flashed her eyes at me soberly, and continued her tease. I lasted as long as I could, hoping that she would eventually tell me that I'd had enough pleasure for one day, but she just kept on teasing my nipples, cock and scrotum until I couldn't take the tease anymore, and asked her to make me cum. Victoriously, she moved her smiling mouth to my throbbing cock and with a few deep sucks, brought me off into her throat. It was another wonderful orgasm, but I cursed myself afterwards for being so weak.

I did not broach the subject again for a few months, until, one day, an ideal opportunity unexpectedly arose. Sue and I had gone to bed late after a tiring day, but still somehow wound-up kissing and teasing each other's bodies. I took the lead, encouraged her onto her back, and took my time in teasing her. After a long session she gasped at me; "please make me cum!" and I instantly turned my attention to her clitoris, tonguing it firmly until she reached her climax. Her orgasm was long and convulsive, causing her to buck violently and groan loudly.

I lay next to her, and once the tremors of her orgasm had died down, she rolled towards me so that her head rested on my chest and her lips were close to my nipple. "I'm so tired now," she said, her breath tickling my nipple. "Shall I play with you now or give you a longer session tomorrow?"

I was horny as hell and I'm sure she could tell that I was hard without having to feel my cock, so when I didn't answer immediately, she proceeded to extend her tongue and begin teasing my nipple. Her soft, wet touch sent shock waves down to my groin, and I lay back to enjoy her expert attention. I let her continue for a few minutes, waiting until her hand had started its first, meandering journey towards my tingling balls, then I said, "You could tease me now, but make me wait until tomorrow to cum." She paused for a second, processing my strange request, then continued the teasing of my nipple with her tongue, and the journey of her hand towards my scrotum.

She took her time that night, despite being doubly tired from the day and the orgasm, and I was wound-up to breaking point by the time she took my aching hard-on in her hand. She had developed this exquisite technique of clenching my cock firmly as I approached my climax, ready to yank an orgasm from me with her hand, or tug back my foreskin to expose the stretched, thin skin of my engorged glans if she wanted to finish me in her hot mouth. As she gripped my cock hard I whispered, "Stop or I'll cum!", and she immediately let go and, without a word, rolled over and turned her back on me, leaving me with my swollen cock bobbing in the air and ready to pump cum at any moment.

I groaned and rolled into her, quickly slotting my fat cock into the crevice of her backside and grinding myself into her a couple of times to show her how horny she'd left me. "Thank you!" I said. It was delightfully difficult to get to sleep that night, my cock seemed to be constantly hard, and my thoughts were never far from how Sue had left me hanging.

Normally, when my alarm goes off at 6:45 each morning, I get up, make a cup of tea for Sue, then go to my office (downstairs junk-room) to start work. This morning, however, as soon as she heard my alarm, Sue rolled towards me and snuggled into my chest, her left hand covering my right nipple.

"Did you enjoy last night?" she asked.

"Yes Sue!" I admitted, "it was very sexy."

She smiled into my chest. "I thought so too," she said.

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I had spent many days of my life horny and unsated, but this day was different; knowing that Sue had deliberately caused my frustration made the constant aching and tingling in my cock exciting rather than frustrating. I was horny all day and tried to persuade Sue into bed early that night, but she made me wait, watching three episodes of our crime drama before finally agreeing that we should lock-up and go upstairs. Once in bed, Sue immediately lay on her side with her head propped up on her elbow, and told me to lie on my back. I complied, and she began her usual teasing of my nipples, ever so gently at first.

"So you liked it when I left you horny?" she asked.

"Yes! I loved it."

"You were horny all day today too, weren't you?"

"Yes! I kept thinking about how you took me to the edge then turned your back on me. It was so sexy."

I could tell she was smiling as she continued to delicately lap at my left nipple.

"I bet you want to come more than ever now?"

"Oh yes!... I'm really ready to cum tonight!.. but will you still tease me first? I'd still love to be teased before you let me cum."

"That goes without saying." she said, with a cockiness that she'd never shown before.

Sue toyed with my nipples for some time more, then traced her fingers delicately to my crotch where she brushed the skin of my thighs and hips without once touching my cock or balls. I moaned to encourage her and subconsciously spread my legs wider, but she ignored my invitation, and continued to delicately tickle my skin, tantalizingly close to my genitals. When her skilful fingers finally brushed across my scrotum, I yelped with pleasure, and she giggled softly into my chest. I was more sensitive than ever, my turgid cock lay hot and heavy across my stomach, and her incessant, delicate touch was simple, blissful torture. Soon I felt that her tease would drive me crazy if I did not cum soon.

"Sue!" I whispered, "please make me cum! - I can't wait any longer."

She stopped her caresses immediately and quickly shifted herself up the bed to straddle my face on her knees. "First things first," she said. Her beautiful, hairy pussy was just inches from my face, and the soft skin of her plump vulva was pink and soaking wet. It was not unusual for her to straddle my face from time to time, but it was highly uncommon for her to want sexual attention two days in a row.

"Me first," she said, "then I'll attend to you."

I cradled her copious buttocks in my hands and she lowered herself onto my mouth, then I set about using every trick in my book to please her as much as possible. I swept the flat of my tongue across the tunnel of her vagina, then licked up and down her labia, pausing at her clitoris to flick it gently with the tip of my tongue. After repeating this routine a few minutes, I switched tactics, and alternated between probing her hole with my hard, broad tongue, then smothering her rigid clitoris with its hot, flat surface. She climbed slowly towards her orgasm, holding on to the brass bed head while I dutifully continued my service. I gently kneaded her buttocks and lapped at her hot pussy until, suddenly, she tensed, crested her peak, and shuddered into a rampant orgasm with her cunt planted firmly over my mouth and nose. She held my hair and shook, cried out several times, and unashamedly rode-out every crest of her orgasm on my face.

She allowed herself several minutes to enjoy the tail of her climax. I knew better than to continue to stimulate her after she came, so I lay as still as possible while she sat hard on my face, the soft flesh of her thighs and ass sealing me in and smothering me. Occasionally she lifted herself slightly so that I could take a breath, but she repeatedly sat back down on my head, enjoying the feeling of my face being crushed into her satisfied pussy.

Eventually she lifted her weight from my face. "Your turn again," she said.

She moved back down the bed and re-assumed her usual position, lapping my hard left nipple with her tongue whilst rubbing her spit-covered fingers across my right. Her attention was slow and delicate, and despite my previous arousal, it was at least 15 minutes before she had brought me back to the edge of insanity.

Her fingertips brushed gently over my aching genitals, then she pressed a finger into my perineum and dragged it up towards my scrotum.

I desperately needed her to clench my cock in her fist and punish an orgasm out of me. "Sue!" I whispered urgently, "please make me cum!"

She immediately stopped all contact with my sensitive genitalia and rolled over, turning her back on me as she had done the previous night. Her cruel abandoning of my desperate cock really fucked with my mind. On the previous night she had denied me at my own request, but tonight she had chosen to do it herself, and I found her sudden self-empowerment stimulating beyond words.

"Oh my god, that's so sexy!" I moaned as I cuddled into her back and ground my cock into the crevice of her backside.

"You can hump my bottom all you like," she said, "but don't you dare cum tonight."

I stopped grinding immediately - any further pressure would have sent me straight over the edge.

At first, I half-expected that she was only toying with me, and would roll over and finish me off in some bullish way, but my hopes were delightfully crushed after ten or fifteen minutes when I heard her begin to snore softly. I lay awake for hours with my cock stiff and throbbing.

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The next evening played-out in a very similar way to the previous one; Sue made me wait before we went to bed, she teased me until I begged, mounted my face for her orgasm, then lay by my side and teased me some more with her fingers and tongue. This time, as I approached the point of no return, she clenched my cock tightly in her fist.

"Are you enjoying our game?" she asked. She bit my nipple softly - something that she had never done before, and it sent shock waves through my torso and into my blue balls.

"Yes Sue!" it's amazing!"

"Is it what you were hoping for?"

"God yes!" I admitted. In fact, it was so much better than I had wished - I had not expected Sue to take control and be so confident or domineering.

Suddenly I realised that she might not allow me to cum that night, so I quickly added; "...but please can I cum tonight?"

She laughed and rolled over, then thrusted her backside toward me so that I could spoon into her and slip my screaming hard on between her buttocks.

I kissed her neck and whispered desperately into her ear; "Please make me cum tonight, please, I really need to!"

"I think I've denied you enough this week," she said, confidently, "so you can go ahead and cum... but clean up any mess you make."

In hindsight, Sue would not have started using a word like 'denied' in a sexual context had she not been googling my fetishes.

She clamped her thighs tightly together and I knew that I would not be allowed to enter her pussy, so I buried my cock into the hot cleft between her soft ass cheeks and began to hump her. To have my wife make me bring myself off, desperately grinding myself up and down the crevice of her ass, just inches away from her lovely pussy, was humiliating and disempowering beyond words, and I quickly spewed my filthy cum between my stomach and her lower back, my continued thrusts rubbing it into a sticky froth between us.

"Good boy," she said.

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Sue and I did not have sex for another month, and I feared that we had slipped back into our old, boring routine. However, when her time of the month came again, Sue began to exhibit her tell-tale signs of getting horny; demanding passionate kisses, cuddling up closely to me on the sofa, and, eventually, groping me softly through my jeans. We kissed and stroked each other that night, I brought her to an orgasm that really shook her, then, to my surprise and delight, after teasing me to breaking-point, she rolled-over to sleep, telling me NOT to cum, and leaving me to hump her backside again.

Sue made me wait for three nights that month, finally allowing me to cum by forming her salivary fingers into a lose grip behind her back, and letting me hump her hand.

Over the next few months we settled into a new routine. I still masturbated secretly and often, but Sue enjoyed many more orgasms than before, all in quick succession during the days of my denial. Frustratingly, in a nice way, I never knew how many days Sue would make me wait - sometimes it was just a couple, but once or twice she had me hump her backside six nights in a row before finally allowing me to cum. All-in-all the addition of Sue's teasing sessions made me happier than ever.

After eight or nine months of our new routine, Sue suddenly surprised me by coming on to me a couple of weeks early. She insisted that we went to bed before our usual time, cuddled into my side, and began to lick my left nipple. I had cum a few days earlier, and had been planning to cum again that day, but Sue had cancelled a work meeting and opted not to go into the office, so, fortunately, I had decided that my plan to masturbate into her panties should be pushed back to the following day.

Sue took her time to tease me, as she always did, bringing me to the edge of orgasm several times without providing enough stimulation to actually tip me over the edge. After a couple of hours I was desperate for her to mount my face so that I could move things on towards my orgasm - even though I knew it might not be that same night, but to my surprise, once she had pushed me to the very edge of orgasm with the gentle tips of her fingers for the last time, she rolled over to go to sleep. I ground my bulging cock into her backside, desperately humping her cheeks while she gave me the now-familiar directive - "Don't you dare cum tonight."

"What about you? Don't you want to cum tonight Sue?" I asked.

"Not tonight," she replied, "I'm not ready yet."

Luckily, I did not execute my masturbation plan the next day because Sue repeated her tease of me the following night. Again, she did not want to cum herself, but she took me to the edge several times, then rolled over to go to sleep, leaving me with a hard cock and a warning; "Don't you dare cum tonight."

I'm not sure why, but for some reason I found this round of teasing even harder than the previous ones. Maybe it was because I had planned to masturbate but had missed my opportunity, or maybe it was because I feared that she was going to make me wait for more than two weeks before finally letting me cum. Either way, I could not jack-off during the days of her teasing sessions as I needed to ensure that I was able to get a good hard-on every evening, and produce a good amount of ejaculate when she finally let me cum, so my balls were bluer than ever. On the third day, when Sue stopped her teasing for the night, I was left feeling more desperate than ever before. My cock tingled constantly and by balls ached, I ground myself into her back and, for the first time in my life, started to properly, sincerely beg for her to let me cum. I nuzzled her neck and wrapped my arms around her to grope her tits. "Please let me cum tonight, Sue. Please, I'm desperate... I feel like my cock is going to explode, I'm going crazy! Please, please let me cum!"

She moved her arm behind her back, slipped it between our bodies, and held my balls in her hand. "Not tonight," she said, as her finger gently dragged along my perineum, "I'm not ready yet.. and don't you dare cum!"

She settled down to sleep with her hand still cupping my aching balls.

The next night was the same. She took me to the point of insanity, then rolled over to go to sleep. I humped her buttocks and begged for her to finish me off, but she refused. I lay awake for hours. I had never felt so aroused, and her constant refusal to give me permission to cum was erotic beyond belief. I could have masturbated of course, or forced myself upon her, but the way she controlled me, the way she OWNED me, was simply bliss - a fantasy come true - and I could not do anything that might risk her stopping it..

The following night Sue led me to the bedroom my by hand. As soon as we were in bed, she began to lick my left nipple and pinch my right, before letting her fingers meander, ever-so-slowly, down to my cock and balls. Over the next couple of hours, she took me to the edge of orgasm several times, stopping only when she could tell I was desperate, then starting all over again. This time, however, when she'd finished her final tease, she did not roll onto her side to go to sleep. Instead, she climbed on top of me and hovered over me on her elbows and knees.

She manoeuvred herself so that her mouth was by my ear.

"Do you like me making you wait for your orgasms?" she whispered, slowly.

"Oh god, yes Sue!" I admitted.

"Do you like me being in control?"

"Yes!... I love it."

"Do you like me telling you 'no'?"

"Yes! - it's amazingly sexy!"

"Do you like being desperate to cum?"

"Fuck yes Sue!" I whispered, honestly. In fact, I loved having blue balls; loved being denied by my cruel wife.

She 'Mmmmm'd into my ear, sounding sexy and satisfied.

"I love making you desperate," she giggled, "I love it when you hump my backside, even though you know I'm not going to let you cum. I love ignoring you. Is it hard for you to sleep afterwards?"