Release: Stories of Delayed Gratification, Part 1

Release: Stories of Delayed Gratification, Part 1 Release: Stories of Delayed Gratification, Part 1

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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A first-person telling of light BDSM. The title of the collection says the rest.

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A first-person telling of light BDSM. The title of the collection says the rest.

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Submitted: December 31, 2014

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Story 1:

 

My semi-hard cock bounces playfully as she slides my boxers to my ankles.  I feel the tip of her tongue begin on the top of my cock at the base.  She slowly slides the tip of her warm tongue down the length of my shaft and flicks it just as she reaches the tip.  My only reaction is to twitch.  She laughs playfully, knowing I can do nothing but succumb to her taunts and teases.  But that tongue. 

 

Without hesitation, the tip of her tongue is replaced with the entrance to her mouth.  She is slow.  Methodical.  Maniacal.  The possibility of a smile can be seen at the corners of her mouth as she is painfully slow to engulf the entire length of me.  Yet I don’t budge.  I must succumb to this torture.  I have no choice.

 

My arms are bound behind my back.  My tie from the day’s work wrapped and knotted.  The spreader bar she enjoys so much has been fastened to my ankles, a completely new sensation.  Her panties, a make-shift gag in my mouth, prevent me from giving the orders this time.  I am without hope, without the possibility of escape.  My only chance would be to go limp, but by the time the thought crosses my mind, she has already released her oral grip and replaced it with her hand.  No, I will not go limp until she finishes.

 

Her hand slides back and forth across my cock, milking me slowly but firmly.  She spits several times for lubrication.  Then welcomes me to the back of her throat.  I tense my lower muscles in hopes of at least being able to control the tempo, but that only causes her to remove me from her mouth, take another firm grip, and smile at me with eyes blazing.  She is in control.  She knows it.  She is loving it.

 

“What’s the matter?  Wanting to control this?” Her voice is too coy to be taken completely seriously. 

 

“How about I just stop and leave you tied up here?  Hm?  Would you like that?  All those times you spanked my ass, finger-fucked me almost to the point of cumming, and then stopped.  This is your penance.”

 

She tightens her grip and smacks my hard on against her cheeks.  I hear a familiar slapping sound.

 

“Sounds like your hand against my ass, doesn’t it?  Or maybe your hips colliding with my ass as you pound away at my pussy?”

 

The taunting stops long enough for her to shove my cock in her mouth and suck and tug using a twisting motion alternately with her hands and mouth. 

 

I toss my head back as far as all of the restraints will allow.  I muffle a moan.  She stops and scoots away slightly.  My erection left to again bounce playfully in front of me.

 

“Oh, you liked that?  You want it fast, is that it?  Just remember that the faster you want it, the slower I go.  The more noise I hear from you, the more times I stop you just at the brink of orgasm.”

 

She takes my cock in her hand again and strokes it.  She spits again and quickens her pace, making sure that my cock slides between each and every one of her fingers.  I bite down hard on her panties to quiet any noises that remotely consider leaving my mouth.  My ass muscles tighten and she senses it.

 

“So what is it?  You want me to stroke you off, or you want to cum in my mouth?  Go ahead.  Blink once for hand and twice for mouth. 

 

I hesitate, wide-eyed.

 

“Oh, so you want to play some more?  Fine then.  Have it your way.”

 

She stands up.  Her top is the only thing she still wears.  I had just returned home from work when she led me into our playroom.  She had been home for some two hours prior to my arrival, and when she started this, the first things to go were her pants and panties.  Besides, she needed something to quiet me and the panties she had worn all day seemed to work just fine.

 

She steps back two steps away from me and lifts her t-shirt over her head.  I see the tops of her breasts pushed out of her leopard-print bra with the pink accents.  She wastes no time removing it and tossing it aside.  Next, she twists her nipples slightly to ensure their erection and then walks toward me.

 

“So.  This is what you want?  You want to fuck me, is that it?  You want to beat my pussy with your dick?  You want to shoot your hot load in my ass maybe?”

 

The entire time she taunts me in this way, she slowly walks circles around me and grabs hold of my cock each time she utters a vulgar word.

 

Finally she stops behind me and reaches round to gently caress my member.  Her hand barely touching my flesh.  She presses her chest to my back and leans toward my ear.  Before saying anything she traces her fingernails up and down my cock while slowly inhaling and exhaling long breaths.  Her hand stops and grips my balls.

 

With lust oozing from her lips, she asks, “Ready to drain these?”  My only response is to attempt to push forward into her hand so she has no choice but to feel my cock again.  She is too smart for that.  We have played the teasing and taunting game one too many times for her to fall for that.  Instead, she traces her fingernails several more times.  My cock twitches.

 

“Oh,” she breathes into my ear.  “I see you think I’ve forgotten my original task.”  She walks around in front of me so that I can see her nakedness, her firm breasts, her nearly shaven pussy.  “Here, want to feel my wetness?”  I watch as her hand traces down her torso to her pussy.  She slides two fingers deep into her slit and then pulls them out.  With wet fingers, she rubs the head of my cock.  “Enjoying that?”  My cock twitches again signaling my affirmation.  “Good.  Those are the only pussy juices you’ll be feeling on your cock tonight.”  I watch as she again slides two fingers deep into her pussy, pulls them out, and licks them.  “Damn that tastes good.  I bet you want some, don’t you?”  My cock twitches.  “That’s what I thought.  My lover and slave loves to eat his master’s pussy, don’t you?”  She leans forward and smacks my cock playfully.  “Go ahead.  Admit that you love to eat my pussy.  Mumble it.  Make me believe that you’d gladly forego a blowjob tonight if I’d let you dive between my legs and get me off.”  A muffled “uh huh” escapes from my mouth.  “That’s what I thought.  You can’t get enough of my pussy.  You love to eat my pussy.  You revel in the idea of my orgasm splashing in your mouth.  I’ve see the way you slurp up my juices.”  And again her hand strokes me, reminding me of this little adventure’s original purpose.

 

“Here.  You want to feel how wet I am?  I’ll let you feel it.  But don’t you dare try to fuck me.  You won’t be fucking me tonight.”  She places her chest against mine, and while gripping my cock guides me toward her pussy.  Entry is impossible given the angle.  But the top of my shaft is able to glide along her lips and soak up as much of her juices as possible.

 

“Yes.  See.  This playfulness gets me hot and horny, too.  You aren’t the only one who enjoys power and control in this room.  So prepare yourself for orgasm.  But don’t move your hips and don’t utter a sound or I will stop.”

 

She steps back and drops to her knees.  My cock resumes its place in her mouth and her pace is fast.  Her hand strokes as she sucks on the head.  Then she drops her hand and allows me to fuck her mouth although I cannot move.  One time I attempt to thrust forward and she makes sure to notify me that she doesn’t approve by completely stopping for about thirty seconds (although it felt like an hour).  When she resumes, I see her left hand on my cock working it along with her mouth, and her right hand between her legs working her clit ferociously. 

 

My orgasm approaches.  My muscles clench.  She raises up slightly to work her mouth up and down rather than in and out.  Her right hand joins her left as I bite harder into her panties not wanting to ruin my eruption.  And finally, after the agony of her teasing and taunting, I explode in her mouth.  Slurping sounds are heard as she works to collect all of cum.Her hands tire of their work but her tongue does not.  She returns to the beginning by using her left hand to bend my shaft down and trace the length of my shaft from base to tip with her tongue.  But this time, she allows my cum to slide off of her tongue and onto my cock. 

 

It’s erotic.  It’s sensual and sexy.  It’s my release.


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