Unfortunately for me, Suky used the same iron fist that she controlled my finances with, to control my orgasms. After my perceived infidelity with Amy and Lisa, Suky restricted me to one orgasm per week. She was adamant that this was sufficient for a man of my age, and introduced strict measures to ensure my compliance. Now that we lived together and worked together, it was easier for her to police my chastity.
Even though various measures were in place to ensure that I only orgasmed once per week, Suky set no limits on her pleasure. In fact, most days after work or school, Suky would enjoy an orgasm when she got home.
"It is important for my emotional and psychological well-bring to come every day," she told me, knowing full well that I got release every seven days.
She must have noticed my look because she continued to justify her needs.
"It's different for you," she insisted, "you are in your forties, way past your sexual prime. Once a week is plenty for you!"
Getting off would take the edge off, and allow her to relax and enjoy her evening. She wouldn't ever give me much warning, but I was expected to drop everything and prepare myself for her. This involved showering and trimming any excess body hair, shaving for her comfort and pleasure, and moisturizing my face, so that it was smooth when she sat on it.
She would send me a one-word text, "shave". This was her signal that she needed me to be available for her when she got home, and I was expected to respond immediately. I never knew what time she would be home, but I was always waiting patiently for her when she arrived.
We both had the "Find my phone" app on our phones, so she knew the location of my cell-phone at all times. However, she denied me the password, so I never had any idea where she was. I had to peek out the window looking for her car, so that I would be ready when she came through the door.
Tonight, I was kneeling almost naked on the couch, looking out of the window trying not to arouse the suspicion of any neighbors. My face was clean-shaven and moisturized, and my cock was rock-hard from the anticipation, which heightened my arousal. I was wearing just my silk boxers, although I would remove them as soon as I saw her car.
I was constantly leaking when in my denial phase, and did not want to get any of my seminal fluid on the couch. Tonight she had not sent me any additional instructions, so she expected me to be near the front door when she opened it. I was required to be naked, on my back on the floor, with a pillow under my head.
Sometimes she would text an additional word or two of simple requirements. For example "run bath" or "numb yourself". Numb yourself was my least favorite, I really hated it!
Suky had figured out that she could prolong my orgasm almost indefinitely by numbing my cock and balls. I had not managed to have a single orgasm when in this state. When she required me to numb myself, I would usually end up wasting one of my very precious orgasms, because she liked to push me to the edge, and occasionally over it. She would eagerly act out all of my fantasies, in the knowledge that I would be unable to come.
"Baby, is there anything new you would like to try?" she would ask. "Maybe a new position? Is there a sexy Halloween costume that I could wear for you while I suck you off? Would you like to come on my tits or my face?"
After she got me erect with her kinky promises, she would enact my preferred fantasy, enjoying my frustration when I could not achieve release. After she had enjoyed multiple orgasms, she would change back into her regular clothes, and lovingly clean the gel from my cock. As the senses returned to my genital area, she would recap all of the sexy things we had just done, and could frequently coax an unwilling orgasm out of me.
These orgasms were a total waste, because they would reset the clock for another week, until my next climax. I was powerless to resist her, as she talked dirty to me and massaged my sensitive cock and balls. She loved breaking me with her words, and would giggle as it became apparent that I was about to blow my load all over her hands.
"Oops, baby," she would taunt me, "are you going to have another accident?"
To make matters worse, when I did have an "accident", she expected me to lick my jizz from her hands. This added humiliation to the mix and always made her very wet. Today, I was grateful for small mercies, as there was no "numb yourself" in the text.
My heart quickened as I saw her car approach the house. I stripped my boxers off and laid naked on my back, with my head on the pillow. I heard her pull into the driveway and shut off the engine, and I then waited for what seemed like an eternity. I assume that she was making a phone call, finishing up her last minute business before coming inside, and using me to release some of her tension. It had been 11 days since my last climax, and about the same number of hours since hers.
This morning, she had come four times on my face, to set her up for the day. The first time had been a particularly pleasant surprise for her. I woke up before her and had gone down to the kitchen to make her coffee. When I returned to the bedroom, she was still sleeping and I noticed that her alarm was set to go off in about twenty minutes. I quietly turned off the alarm, knowing that I knew a much gentler way to wake her up.
Crawling under the comforter from the bottom of the bed, I nestled my face between her legs, and began to lightly breathe on her clitoris. I was not touching her, and the air blowing across her sex was barely noticeable. As soon as she stirred, I started to softly lick and kiss her intimate area, adding the occasional nibble. This was a way better wake-up call than the alarm clock. Once she realized what I was doing, she parted her legs to give me better access.
As Suky relaxed and planned her upcoming day, I gently licked her to orgasm. She came quickly, and was up and out of the bed and heading for the shower before I even emerged from under the covers. After she had showered, I handed her a warm towel from the dryer, and helped her dry off. I handed her a cup of fresh-brewed coffee, and went to go and change the sheets on her bed.
A few minutes later Suky called me into the bathroom. When I came through the door she smiled at me, and she had a twinkle in her eye. Apparently, the first orgasm of the day had primed the pump, and she wanted more before she went to work.
Her placement of a towel on top of the sheepskin rug, could only mean one thing, so I laid silently on my back to accommodate her. Suky sank slowly to her knees and straddled my face. She loved coming this way first thing in the morning. Expecting absolutely nothing in return, I slowly and lovingly licked three orgasms out of her, before she arose and left the room ready to face the day.
This was a fairly typical workday morning for her, but deep down she could not believe how lucky she was to have found such an attentive and submissive partner.
