Almost nine weeks, I went 8 weeks and 6
days without orgasm.
I was hoping that my first O would be
after a hot monkey sex session. Or maybe after a strict session of
domination with spanking, bondage and CBT. Or one of those fantasy
sessions that TW whispered in my ear as I was desperately trying not
to come and she was doing her best to keep me right on the edge.
TW went to a bridal shower over the
weekend and gave an anonymous gift of a bag of cherry life savers and
instructions to use them as a vaginal suppository before her man goes
down on her.
Ever since she did that she was
thinking of doing the same.
While she was at the shower she had
given me instructions to clean the kitchen floor. Naked. Balls
weighted. Nipple suckers on. On my hands and knees. She did not tell
me to use her wide leather belt to whip myself, but I did. She did
not tell me to wear the belt around my waist, in case I needed to be
punished for spilling water, but I did and I was. I vacuumed my
nipples, my cock and balls and the floor. Then I scrubbed the floor
as I crawled around with a full bottle of soda dragging from my bound
balls. Once again, I was left hot, horny and denied any relief.
So the next day after 8 weeks and 6
days of not coming, TW put a cherry life saver in her pussy and bade
me to go down on her. If you have never tried this, it certainly
provides extra incentive to eat that pussy when it tastes so sweet.
I licked and sucked and ate and ate. It
was great and I couldn't get enough.
Eventually she used her magic wand to
give herself an orgasm.
But my love does enjoy getting fucked
too, so she pulled me up and had me give her a fucking. I was of course
very hard and ready. In no time I was ready to come and she was not
helping as she told me tales of how she would make me eat my come out
of her pussy. Then she had us roll over and she was on top, fucking
me. I wanted so badly to come after all the weeks of arousal and
denial. I wanted to wait one more day and make that 9 weeks, but I
knew that I wanted even more to come in her pussy and eat my come
from her. I also knew that our daughter was home, hopefully asleep,
but I couldn't have a roaring orgasm. I asked if I could come. TW
said yes and I came up into her, pumping nearly 9 weeks of
frustration into her, yet still frustrated as I came silently, with a
whimper, not a roar.
She didn't give me much time to
recover, pulling her pussy off my throbbing cock and plastering it
with a vengeance onto my face. Now I was licking up not just cherry
life saver, but cherry cum. That is the way to eat your own come!
Yummy! I licked and sucked and did my best to clean every drop of my
come out of her pussy.
The wedding was the following weekend
and we discussed what our week should be like. My opinion was that I
should be teased and denied to encourage my service to TW. She
agreed, and I was teased to arousal all week.
The morning of the wedding, I had a
morning erection which she welcomed into her warm pussy. It had been
less than a week since my orgasm, but I was ready to come in less
than a minute. I struggled to maintain control, pulling out a few
times. But, that wonderful woman was spinning more incredible
fantasies. She was talking about what our vows could be now if we
did them over again. How I could love, honor, cherish, obey,
worship, serve, and be ruled, controlled, teased, denied, punished,
tortured and abused. Then she talked about the kinky wedding we
could have, dressed in kinky black leather lingerie. Me collared and
cuffed. AS I struggled not to come she talked about how my nipples
would be pierced prior to the wedding and now I would have rings in
them, connected by a chain. All the women would see what a good
submissive I was and want their men to be like that. Then I would be
bent over the altar with a weight attached to the chain pulling my
nipples up as it hung over the other side. My ass would be flogged,
whipped and cropped. My back and my thighs too would be beaten red.
Then I would be turned over and the front side would be whipped from
my chest to my cock and balls and down my inner thighs. I would be
taking all this as a tribute to my new wife and my love and devotion
to her.
I was edging constantly now, desparate
to come as she talked about the receiving line at the back of the
church. All the women would be allowed to touch and fondle me as
they passed, squeezing my cock, tugging my balls, tweaking my pierced
nipples, but they couldn't kiss me, as that was reserved for my love.
My cock spasmed as she said this and I pulled out of her. But it was
too late, the cum was flowing. I tried to catch it in my hand, but
it was too much and made a big mess on the sheets. I tried to not
let her know that it happened, but she could tell by the noises I was
making. I was so frustrated as I did not want to come. I wanted to
go to the wedding on an orgasm denial peak, and be on my best
submissive behavior all day. It was a silent, ruined orgasm and I
was disappointed in myself.
We talked afterwards and TW said that
from now on if I can not stop my self that she wants me to let go and
enjoy my orgasm. I suppose with my orgasms as few and far between as
they are that I should enjoy it when I can, although my submissive
side wants to go without and be denied the pleasure if I don't have
permission.
TW wants me to learn to beg for my
orgasm. If she would enjoy that, then I will be happy to cut short
my orgasm denial marathons and beg for her to let me come as often as
she likes.
