Prolog
It had been two full weeks since Ian's last orgasm. This was mostly due to the stress of losing his job and, perhaps, his two-beer-a-day diet. Okay, truth be told, it was sometimes four beers in a day but, on the plus side, he had taken a break from his porn habit--a break that had come a bit too late (no pun intended).
For months, Emma had been complaining about the lack of romance in their marriage of seven years. Unsurprisingly, she became suspicious and researched Ian's browser history only to discover he had a secret fetish: Female domination and chastity.
Rather than immediately confronting him, Emma decided that she could work this to her advantage. Four nights ago, she introduced the Dikbit as a way to spice up their relationship. The device was similar to a fitness tracker but was worn on a man's genitals. Ian quickly discovered it could also be used as a digital chastity device.
The Dikbit app allowed Emma to not only monitor Ian's sexual state but to control it as well. She could tease him with pleasureful electric pulses or deny him with a painful zap. Emma's favorite setting was "chastity mode" which prevented Ian from touching his privates entirely.
Emma also discovered an unexpected benefit: By keeping Ian in a desperate state, the device allowed her to mold him into the man she wanted.
Day: 5 Release
In the early twilight hours, Ian stared at the shadows slowly forming on the bedroom ceiling above. It had been another sleepless night and the dawning of his fifth day of Emma's relentless "game" of tease and denial.
What sleep Ian managed, was always filled with dreams that, under normal circumstances, would lead to a nocturnal emission. But, when put in "denial mode," the Dikbit could detect when he was about to orgasm, emit a buzzing noise and deliver a shock that denied the sweet release Ian so desperately needed.
Sweet release.
The words danced around in Ian's subconscious.
He envisioned he was walking along a path lined with fountains of bouncing naked breasts that sprayed him with the warm, sweet taste of Emma's sex. On either side of the path was a forest of trees with thick, wavy, brown hair swaying seductively on trunks of shapely long legs.
Ahead, was a door in the shape of a vagina, the engorged labia pulsing and opening, invitingly. In response, Ian's penis enlarged to the size of the door, pushing its way into its warm, wet interior--
Buzzz.... ZAP--
Ian woke with a start for the umpteenth time from a denied wet dream. His cock still throbbing, he could smell the stale sweat of his arousal. As the first rays of the sun played across Emma's perfect face, Ian contemplated how he would break it to her that this game would need to come to an end. Without sleep, he was useless. Something would have to give.
As though reading his mind, Emma reached out and wrapped her hand around his member, the gentle pressure sending a jolt of pleasure through Ian's body. "Today's the day," she smiled, her eyes still closed. "You've earned it."
Hope and blood filled Ian's cock as it twitched with excitement at the thought.
Emma leaned over him, pressing her ample, bare breasts into his face as she reached under his side of the mattress. In response, Ian embraced her, one hand slipping under long, wavy hair; the other dropped down to her narrow waist and then to the smooth, firm curves of her buttocks.
Emma gently guided Ian's hand away and deftly secured his wrist with a velcro restraint.
"Is that really necessary?" Ian asked, his voice muffled by her flesh.
Lifting off of Ian, "You've come this far," Emma replied as she secured his other wrist. "We can't have you cheating in the home stretch, now can we?"
Emma sat back on Ian's thighs and, straddling his cock, let it throb against her pubic bone and clit. As a bead of precum rolled down the tip of Ian's shaft, Emma patted it, addressing it like a needy puppy. "You've been quite naughty these past two nights. I know you've been wanting to escape while Ian's trying to sleep so you can run free and jizz all over the place.
"I do know what you need, little guy," Emma said assuringly as she lightly ran her fingernails up and down Ian's member. "And I'm not ignoring you.
"But a puppy needs to be kept on a tether for his own good," Emma began rubbing Ian's hypersensitive frenulum with the tip of her pinky finger sending him to the edge and shifting the LED on the Dikbit from yellow to yellow-red.
Emma loved this about the device. She could edge Ian without the danger of sending him over the top just by watching the color of the LED. Best of all, in 'denial mode,' the Dikbit would administer a cum-stopping shock should the LED turn red.
Emma took mercy, stopped rubbing and continued to speak to Ian's 'little guy,' "Today, you'll get to burn off some much-needed energy so Ian can get some much-needed sleep. If you promise not to blow before I give you permission, I'll let you run free..."
