This is a different kind of story for me, still based in the usual tropes (minus the cuckolding) but told from the female perspective and, well... it's just different from any story I've written before. I have an idea for part two, but we'll see how that pans out.
You know, sometimes I look back and wonder whether everything I’m about to tell you was a set-up? But honestly I really can’t believe that. I just don’t think Sammy is that clever or that devious. But, well, maybe I should ask him sometime…?
Okay, so it all started about five years ago, give or take a few months. My boyfriend Sammy was going down on me… and I was just taking waaay too long to get there. Sometimes that’s just how it is, you know. But I was slowly getting there and he gave up on me! Said his jaw was hurting and his tongue was sore… what an asshole! He didn’t even offer to get me off with his fingers, he just got up and left me to finish myself off. I was pissed!
Okay, I know I was taking a long time, but come on! Then it happened again a few weeks later. That time we had a bit of an argument about it and the third time it happened I was really fuming. In fact the minute he stopped I pulled my vibrator out of the nightstand and told him to get the fuck out. We didn’t talk for a couple of days after that, but eventually we got over it… and everything went back to normal.
But I was still very annoyed about it and I was determined that he was never going to do that to me again. So I let it lie for a couple of weeks and then I hatched my plan. I told Sammy that I wanted to give him a treat, but first I wanted to tie him to the bed. Like an idiot he agreed and I soon had him leaning back on the pillows with his wrists securely tied.
“Are you sure you can’t escape?” I said sweetly.
“Don’t think so,” he said, his cock already starting to get excited.
“Okay then,” I smiled.
I climbed onto the bed and took his cock into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the head and looking up into his eyes as I did so. He watched intently as I moved down and sucked and licked his heavy balls, then took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could possibly manage.
“Fuuuuuuck!” he moaned as I took him right to the back of my throat.
I pulled him clear and licked my lips as I stroked his cock.
“You like that?” I asked, knowing full well that he did.
He nodded, his jaw trembling slightly as I forced my head down onto his cock even harder. Sammy sure was getting the treat I promised, but… not for much longer.
I stood up on the bed and turned around so that my back was to him. I bent forward and moved back until my pussy was right in front of his face and then took his cock into my mouth again. I felt his tongue brush gently against my pussy and I moaned and pushed back against him, guiding him between my slippery, wet lips.
We stayed like this for a little while until he groaned again and I pulled away. I turned round again and knelt down beside him, my fingers gripping his cock tightly. I pumped him hard and fast until I heard the words I was waiting for…
“I’m gonna…” he mouthed.
I immediately let go and rubbed my fingers across his stomach teasingly while his cock bobbed and flexed.
“Not yet,” I said. “You don’t get to cum yet.”
He looked at me with pleading eyes. I wonder if the penny was already starting to drop… or maybe he was still playing me? I don’t know… and to be honest it doesn’t matter now.
After a minute or so I kissed him and gently started to stroke his cock again. Tasting my pussy on his lips made my pussy even wetter than it was before and I thought about just blowing off my grand plan and straddling his cock until he exploded inside me.
But no, I told myself. You have to go through with this… and he has to learn!
I slowly took him back to the edge a second time only to stop once I got him there.
“Debs…” he whined. “Please, just let me cum.”
I looked him in the eyes and said, “I will… when I’m ready.”
He groaned in frustration, and pushed his hips forwards as my hand gently closed around his dick again.
“Yes,” I purred, seizing the initiative. “Fuck my hand… do it!”
Sammy started to move his hips back and forward as I held him loosely in my fingers. His cock looked so red and hard, part of me desperately wanted to see it erupt… but I wasn’t giving in this time.
I took control again and gripped tighter, squeezing him and pumping his dick hard. I moved closer and offered my right nipple to his mouth. Sammy loves my big, chewy nipples and he sucked eagerly on it as I watched and teased him.
“You love that don’t you? You love my gorgeous tits in your mouth don’t you Sammy?”
He grunted into my breast and I pumped him harder still until I felt him starting to tense up... at which point I loosened my grip once more and pulled my hand away.
“Please,” he begged… “I was so close.”
“Not yet Sammy… but it will be worth it in the end.”
His cock looked like it was about to explode and I thought I better give it a minute before I touched it again, but then completely out of the blue Sammy made a funny noise in his throat and I looked down and saw the cum start to leak slowly out of his throbbing shaft.
“Fuuuuuckkk,” groaned Sammy despairingly.
I didn’t quite know what to do, I hadn’t planned for this and I’d never seen a ruined orgasm before. Sammy seemed to be in some anguish over it but before I could react I realised my fingers were between my legs and rubbing my clit. I was so turned on watching him suffering through this ruined orgasm… little did I know how common this scenario would become in the future.
The cum eventually stopped flowing, but his cock remained rock hard and I couldn’t help but reach out and stroke it. His cum acted as a lubricant, not that I needed any, and I quickly straddled him and sank down until he was deep inside me. I pressed my face into his neck, gently biting him as I used my fingers on my clit, moving gently up and down but nowhere near enough to bring him to the edge again.
It didn’t take long before I felt myself getting close and soon I was breathing deeply into his ear as I pushed myself over the edge. It was one of the best orgasms I’d ever had, something about using his cock like a dildo and him being helpless to do anything about it turned me on SO. FUCKING. MUCH.
I slumped onto his body with my breasts squashed against his chest, I could still feel his cock inside me and I knew he was still hard, so once I got my breath back I gently started to ride him, slowly at first and still a little unsure what I was going to do. The plan was to leave him hanging, but in the afterglow of that wonderful orgasm I kinda felt like I wanted him to cum inside me.
But what good would that do? No I had to stick to my plan and make him understand that he had to finish the job in future. No matter how long it took.
I started to ride him harder, kissing him passionately and reaching behind to play with his balls as I slammed down on him. He was getting close, I could feel it, but he said nothing, clearly now wise to my game. So I squeezed my pussy against him a couple of times, making him gasp sharply and then I lifted off and pulled away.
“Nooo….” he whined pitifully, his cock trembling in front of him.
“Sucks to be left hanging doesn’t it?” I said sarcastically as I climbed off the bed.
“Please Debs…” he moaned as I turned and left the room.
“Quiet! I’ll be back… when I’m good and ready.”
I left him there for a good twenty minutes before I went back in, his cock had finally softened and he viewed me warily as I re-entered the room.
I stood by the bed, my body now covered by a thin robe I had put on in the other room.
“Well Sammy… have you learned your lesson?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry.”
“And you know why I did this?”
“Yes… of course I do.”
“And you promise never to do that to me again?”
“Yes.”
I reached out and started to caress his balls, smiling as his cock started to stiffen. I felt kinda bad for him now and I wanted to make things right between us again so I leant forward and started to suck on his cock.
Sammy groaned his pleasure and I slipped the robe off and slid onto the bed, moving between his legs and taking his cock deep into my mouth. He tasted of pussy and cum and I realised how much I enjoyed knowing that despite that fact he still hadn’t enjoyed the release he truly craved.
I worked his cock hard with my mouth and gently squeezed his balls as I sucked him. He was getting close again and I pulled my mouth away, replacing it with my hand and gently stroking to keep him near the edge… but not too near.
“Promise you’ll never leave me hanging again,” I commanded.
“I promise.”
“Not good enough Sammy, say it properly.”
“I promise I’ll never leave you hanging again…”
His voice tailed off as if he wanted to add something that never came. ‘Mistress’ perhaps? (I thought later…)
“You better not,” I said.
“I won’t,” he insisted.
“Do you want to cum now?” I asked, idly playing with his cockhead.
“God, yes….”
I took him back into my mouth and really went to town on him, my fingers pulling gently on his balls as I swallowed his cock and fucked it with my throat. I sensed his body tightening and just for a second I thought about pulling away again. But I couldn’t do it and instead I grasped his shaft with my right hand, pumping hard until he exploded between my lips.
I looked up at him as I milked his load into my mouth. It was more than I expected given he had already leaked once. He opened his eyes as his orgasm subsided and watched as I carefully licked all round the rim of his cock, getting every last drop of his cum like a good little obedient girlfriend should. After that I released him and we cuddled in bed for a while, he was oddly quiet and we never actually spoke about it.
For a time things went back to normal, but a few weeks later, Sammy confessed to me how much he’d loved what I’d done to him. I wasn’t shocked, but I was surprised… at first I couldn’t really understand why he’d enjoyed it so much, after all I thought I was punishing him for leaving me hanging!
He explained that he got off on how much I had taken control, how I had used his cock for my pleasure and then left him frustrated and most of all how much I had clearly enjoyed doing it.
Okay… confusing, but I was glad he told me.
Looking back now I only wish I had known what was going on in his head at the time. If I had, I definitely wouldn’t have swallowed his second load… I would have slowly moved up his body and fed it to him. Just like every drop of cum that he’s been allowed to spill for the last two years…
Yes, things changed pretty quickly after our ‘little talk’, he never left me hanging again and after some initial hesitation on my part we ordered first a plastic cage, then a full metal one. At first I would make him wait a few days for release, then a week, then a couple of weeks. Gradually his orgasms got further and further apart but my teasing was relentless; sometimes I let him out, sometimes I didn’t – but either way I teased the shit out of that boy until he was crazy with lust for me. And he loved every second of it. More importantly, so did I.
I wear the key around my neck 24/7 now. He loves to see it there as a constant reminder of my control and I love feeling it there, knowing that only I can release him. Last week he asked me to marry him and of course my first thought was to accept immediately. But something stopped me and rather than give him the answer he was expecting instead I asked him if he was sure he wanted to live like this, because I was never going back to how things were before. I was so relieved when he said he felt the same way.
Emboldened by this I went on to say that before I married him I needed him to come clean with me about all his dirtiest fantasies, because I just knew there was more that he wasn’t telling me and I didn’t want any nasty surprises later. I told him to write them all down and present them to me, and once I had read them and decided whether I was on board or not, then I would give him my answer.
An hour ago he very nervously gave me his letters and I’ve just read them all. Wow that boy is something else, I really had no idea… part of me is freaking out, but my pussy is absolutely dripping wet and I need to make myself cum now. Maybe next time I will tell you what he wrote…
I’m already thinking how I can make our wedding night extra special. I really want him to know how much I love him but at the same time I want to start our married life on the right foot. Whatever I come up with, I’m sure he will love it… on some level.
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