10.02.2006

Day 2 - A Denial Story for You

Well, I did pretty well for most of day two, mostly because I steered clear of my computer every time I started feeling the itch. Finally, though, I logged on and found myself looking at another set of pictures that really turned me on. Once again, any time I can find a picture set with a beautiful woman that can be interpreted as a teasing and controlling situation, I'm pretty much hooked. I am a very story oriented person, so it's almost impossible for me to resist such a tempting visual treat.

I tried to start off slow to pace myself, but in less than a minute I was out of control, as usual, and within two or three minutes I was done. Damn it, I know I can do better than that! Why am I so fast? Grrr... Hopefully, I'll start improving very soon, with the help of some kind woman.

Anyway, here's a short story to show you a peek into my mindset regarding these particular photos. It's much longer than it would have been if I had written it while I stroked, but I digress. Let me know what you think, I can always use some honest feedback.

Testing the Leash
by ace

It was raining again, just as it had been every night in the past week. Thanks to the traffic, I arrived for our date half an hour late. Soaking wet, I ran as fast as I could to her front door, searched a moment for the doorbell, then frantically knocked, hoping she would answer quickly.

A drenched eternity passed until the door knob finally clicked and the door opened. There she was, wearing the pink sweater I had given her as a gift, an annoyed look on her face.

"You're late. I thought you chickened out."

"I'm sorry," I stammered. "It was the rain, and the traffic, and..."

"Just come in." She took my hand and led me through the door. "I'm just glad you came. I've been looking forward to this all week."

She shot me a flirtatious smile as I stepped in out of the rain, soaking her entryway doormat. My nervousness began to fade. I tried to act composed and collected, but I was shivering from a mixture of wet and adrenaline. Thinking my feet were now dry, I began to step forward into the main room.

She put her hand on my chest, stopping me in my tracks. "Wait, you're still dripping wet, and we both know what brought you here." She took one step away from me, and glanced up and down my body. "Why don't you just take your wet clothes off right here, let me see what I'll be working with tonight."

So, this was it. I'd come too far to turn back now. Wiping a strand of wet hair from my face, I took a deep breath and lifted my shirt over my head, revealing my bare chest.

"Don't be shy. Shoes, pants, underwear... I want it all off." She stepped forward, unbuttoned my pants, then stepped back again and continued to stare. This action sent shivers down my spine, and my cock began to harden. She wasn't just looking at me, she was looking through me.

I continued by removing my shoes and socks, and then, hands shaking, I unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor. My cock, now throbbing and solid, peeked through the slit in my boxers. She didn't say anything about this, she just continued looking me up and down, enjoying the show. I put my thumbs in the elastic of my boxers and peeled them off, leaving me totally naked and vulnerable.

Once again she approached, putting one hand on my hip. "There, now that wasn't so bad. I think you even enjoyed it." Her hand brushed my manhood briefly, making it bounce. "Now, turn around, gather all you clothes up, and hand them to me."

I did as I was told, giving her a full view of my backside. As I picked up the last sock, she spanked me lightly, and giggled. I flinched, surprised, then turned around and handed her the pile.

"Thank you. Now put your hands on your head," she cooed, as she walked over to a closet, threw the clothes inside, and pulled out a black bag. "Let's get you into something more comfortable, shall we?" She set the bag on the hallway table, a few feet away from me, and pulled out a length of chain with a small leather handle on one end.

Approaching me with the chain, she put her manicured finger under my chin, pushing my head up. "Keep your head up for a minute, let me get this fastened." I waited a moment for the leather to wrap around my neck, assuming it was a leash. I was surprised when I suddenly felt her grab my balls and pull them away from my body, wrapping a collar behind them and up over my cock. I heard a small metallic click and knew it was a pad lock. She tugged on the leash gently.

"Is that too tight?"

"N-no... It's... no." It was taking all of my strength not to look down at her handiwork. I could feel her delicate hand touching, poking, prodding around the collar, checking to see if it was on right.

"Are you sure? If it's too tight, it'll cut off the circulation and you'll be numb." She grabbed my manhood, lifted it for a moment, then released, making it bob in the air. "Could you feel that okay?"

"Y..yes. I can feel that. It's not..."

"What about on the sides?" She brushed her nails back and forth across the left side a few times, then the right. "Are you feeling sensation when I do this with my fingers?"

"...yes... unh....yes...." I groaned, trying to force myself to relax.

She gingerly brushed back and forth along the top of it now. "And how about here? Can you feel that okay?"

It was too much, I knew I would cum if she didn't stop soon. "I'm going to... I can't hold it..." I tried to focus on the ceiling above me, tried to think of something other than the woman working me into a frenzy.

Fingernails tapped along the underside of my cock, paying special attention to the head. "Good. And what about when I do this? What does it feel like I'm doing now?"

"It... feels like.... uhnnnhhh.... like you're tickling the....bottom..... of.....unnhhhhhh...."

"What's the matter?" She cupped the head of my cock in her hand, pumping it very gently. "Are you having trouble feeling that? Can you tell that I'm squeezing you with my hand?" She rubbed the head with her thumb and forefinger. "Can you feel me rubbing you on your swollen, purple cock head?"

Toes curling, I put all my effort into keeping my head pointed up, my hands interlocked in my hair. I was able to manage another "...uhnhhhhnnnn...."

She wrapped her hand full around my cock, pumping it slowly with a feather light touch. "Are you sure you can't feel that? Because it looks like you're starting to leak a bit of fluid out of the tip." She kept pumping, but extended her thumb so it could touch the watery liquid. "If this is coming out of you, I bet you're feeling really tense right now, trying to hold back so you don't embarrass yourself by cumming too quickly. Am I right?"

"Uhnnnnn......"

Her stroke speed increased. "You're probably wondering if you can take it any longer, if you should just shoot your load. I bet you feel like there's a hot, boiling release inside you, just waiting for you to give in and let it out. Is that how you feel?"

"........"

"I said is that how you feel?!"

".....uhhhnnnnnnn..yessss...."

"Do you feel like you will burst at any second, like you're going to ruin this entire night because the pleasure is just too intense?!" She began pumping at a breakneck speed. "Answer me!"

"Yes!"

"Do you want to cum right now? Do you?"

"Yes! Yes!" I was gritting my teeth. I knew I was too far past the point of no return.

"Then cum!"

I grunted, my muscles spasmed, and then....

Suddenly, she tugged up forcefully on the leash, holding it up while my body shook in a near orgasmic state. She kept pulling, holding steady, until my urge subsided. Somehow, someway, she had stopped me from cumming.

In shock, I sighed out deeply, unclenching the muscles in my stomach. She tilted my head back down so that we were face to face. She smiled at me with a cheshire grin. "There, your leash is on." She walked around behind me, lowered my hands and crossed them behind my back, and I felt cold steel handcuffs click into place. She walked around in front me, leash in hand, and tugged on my very confused cock.

"Don't worry, sweetie. From now on, you won't come unless I say so. And that's a promise." She walked toward the living room, tugging me along with the leash.

TO BE CONTINUED

5 comments:

Princess Grace said...

Yummy story!

ace said...

Wow! I can't believe the famous Princess Grace liked my story. Thanks for dropping by!

gg said...

Good stuff. Had me squirming a bit.

Lady Kate said...

Hmmmmmmm that was hot :)

ace said...

Lady Kate, I'm honored you liked my story. I hope I can write more like it! Thanks for stopping by!