Wife attempts to break her husband's mind with prolonged tease and denial
This female domination story contains graphic details of physical and mental sadism and masochism, including the use of prolonged tease and denial, and mental anguish. 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 read further if you want to know how Nancy attempts to break Colin's mind with prolonged tease and denial.
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One of Colin's finest properties, Nancy thought, was his talent for creation. During the day he was a decent financial advisor, clinically pushing numbers around for people with enough money to push, saving millions for his clients and being rewarded with a healthy salary. Outside of work, however, Colin was a very different man; a fastidious artist and craftsman who could turn his big hands to practically anything, creating beautiful objects from wood, leather or metal.
Whenever he was working on a project, Colin would spend his evenings hidden away in his cavernous cedar workshop amongst the trees of their capacious garden, happy amongst the wood turnings and oil-scented machinery. Nancy did not mind her husband's dedication to his hobby. In fact, she actively encouraged it, being that most of what he made was at her own behest.
"Make a humbler for yourself" she would say, or "craft me a paddle so that I can spank your ass cherry red," and Colin would scurry off to his workshop to start the design. A few days or weeks later he would present to Nancy the object of her desire, every design feature, detail and finish to the highest standard possible in order to prove his devotion. She liked his dedication to her every whim, but most delicious to her was the knowledge that he made these contraptions willingly, fully aware of the fact that she would use them to hurt or frustrate him. She imagined him hard as steel as he sanded and polished a shaft of wood shaped to penetrate his backside, or a leather strap designed to ensnare his testicles. The thought of it turned her on so, and she would sometimes visit his workshop unannounced to smack his bottom with a paddle as he worked.
Colin's latest big construction was the Edging Chair; so named because of both the physical position it put him in, and the torment that Nancy would subject him to. The construction was as exquisite as ever, with carved ball-and-claw feet, a metal studded leather cushion, and an intricate gothic-latticed back. Nancy cooed as he unveiled it in the electric light of their hidden playroom and, again, she pictured him hard as he laboured on it with absolute devotion. The seat was high -- fully 80 cm from the floor, and exceptionally shallow, and the back was upright but slightly reclined, and when he demonstrated it to her for the first time, perching on the little ledge with his groin hanging over the edge, she knew that it was perfect.
Nancy and Colin immediately began to use the Edging chair once a week, every week. "Go to the chair" Nancy would command, and Colin would dutifully make his way down to the basement where he would remove and fold his clothes then make himself comfortable on the narrow seat. Meanwhile, Nancy would climb the stairs to their bedroom, dress in something provocative, spray a little perfume and take her time fixing her hair and applying makeup. Then she would saunter down to the basement, stopping in the kitchen on the way to pour herself a glass of wine.
Nancy's scanty clothes and sultry demeanour would immediately elicit a stiffening of Collin's meaty cock, and she would seductively drop to her knees between his spread legs, resting on a cushion that Colin had placed on the floor for her, and coming to rest with her red lips mere inches from his erection.
"So...." Nancy would question, "what shall it be this week? Will it be that orgasm you've been yearning for, or would you like me to pay you some attention?"
At first the decision was easy; Colin would opt for his wife's attention and she would remain kneeling between his parted legs and subject him to hours of the most exquisite sexual pleasure, but she would never let him cum. Instead, she teased and teased, delighting in the glow of his frustration until she knew that his balls were throbbing and his mind broken; unable to process anything other than the sweet torture of denial. Then she would rise to stand on her aching, wobbling legs, tilt her head ever so slightly back so that she could look down her nose at him and say "I think that's enough attention for you this week little boy".
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At 8 weeks they reached a milestone -- Colin had never gone so long without an orgasm in all his adult life, and his balls were fuller and bluer than ever. Still, when the question came he opted for her attention -- he knew better than to suggest that an orgasm was more important to him that his wife's tantalising labour. In the weeks that followed, Colin became ever more frustrated by his situation. Thoughts of the next edging session crept in to his working hours, confusing his numbers and making his cock stiffen at any moment.
One night as Colin and Nancy lay in bed beneath their cloudlike duvet, the scent of her naked body and lingering perfume filled his nostrils, and his anguish reached a new unbearable peak. He was not allowed to initiate sex, and he knew that to do so was to play with fire, but in a desperate hope that she might realise his distress and take pity on him, he let his painfully erect cock nudge into the delicate crevice of her buttocks below the small of her back. Nancy was delighted. She pushed back to meet him and gyrated her bottom ever-so slowly on his erection, her hot, soft cheeks enveloping his shaft and stroking him gently. "Someone's horny" she said.
"Yes darling" he admitted, his heart pounding hard in his throat, "It's been such a long time and I'm so desperate to cum!"
Nancy rolled over to face him, fixing him with a contemptuous stare down her dainty nose. "What were you hoping for?" she asked, "did you think I might finally allow you to have anal with me?"
"No!, no!" Colin stammered, "I wasn't trying to..."
"What then?" she interrupted, "what were you doing with your dick on my backside?"
"I.. I was just trying to get your attention, to let you know how desperate I am, I've got to cum, please let me cum, my balls are aching all the time, it's driving me insane, I...."
"And where were you hoping to cum little boy? If not in my ass then where? In my pussy?, in my mouth? Onto the bed sheets?"
"Anywhere that pleases you Miss. Anywhere that pleases you..."
She knew that she could not hold her stern look for very much longer. Her delight at his anguish threatened to make her burst into a smile at any time, so she reached up and innocently stroked the side of his face for a moment, then she slid her fingers into his hair and made a fist, clenching a tuft of his locks harshly.
"Why would I let you cum?" she chided as her hand began to pull his head down beneath the duvet toward the delta of her open legs, "Why would I let you cum when your desperation makes me so horny? Don't you like it when I'm horny?"
"Yes Miss! Yes!" he blabbed as he obediently scurried into position between her legs, directed by the force of her hand in his hair. In the dim light beneath the covers he could see that Nancy's pussy was already sodden, her long oval slit gaping slightly as two fingers of her right hand spread her labia majora around her clitoris, inviting him to do his duty. Her crumpled labia were also parted, giving him a glistening view of the sodden pink passage beyond, and he ached more than ever to sink his painfully erect cock into it so that he could finally unburden his cum and frustration.
With her husband in position and the covers hiding her face from his view, Nancy finally allowed herself that joyous smile, until she felt the first delicate sweep of his tongue between her labia and up over her clitoris.
