Some Fun with Electro-Play

I've always been intrigued by electro-play. Whether it be pleasurable or for pain, the idea of attaching electrodes to my cock and balls and turning up the juice has always fascinated me. Buying complete equipment was always more expensive than I wanted to go. Over the years I found several resources on how to build my own setup, but never went down that road either. Partly from fear of screwing something up and frying myself in a not fun way, and partly due to not having the time or privacy for it. Life, am I right? So a few years ago I was having some weird problems with my shoulder. No idea what it was, a couple doctors had no good answers, I just knew I was in a lot of pain and was looking anywhere to relieve it. I went online and picked up a cheaper TENs unit meant for massage and pain relief. Didn't really do the trick (Fortunately I found a free book online on some simple neck exercises that cleared up everything. So weird, and unrelated to this post, but I've been pain free ever since.), but I figured since I have it why not try it for some fun sexy times. It's got a pair of dual pads and takes AAA batteries. Not very powerful, but figured I'd see what it could do. Unfortunately, at the time it didn't do much. Even at the highest settings it was just a small tingle, not enough for any real pleasure or pain. Pretty much gave up on it and stored it away, but recently I thought I'd give it another try. My new idea was to wear this little strap I have that goes around the base of my cock and balls and has two smaller straps to separate each testicle. Figured if everything was nice and tight it would be more sensitive and the electricity more effective. Once that was on and I was nice and erect, I put one pair of pads on my balls (one pad on each one) and the other pair on either side of my cock head. Turned it on and, meh. Spun the dial up to max and again, not much going on. Disappointed, I shut it off and decided to switch up the pads, so each pair was split with one on a testicle and the other on the head. Turned it back on and wow, whole new ball game. Had the dial up to six and it was too intense. Soon got used to it and was able to slowly ease it up until I had it at max. It felt good, but strange at the same time. At one point I thought I might cum, but never did. After messing around with the different settings and trying other pad locations and combinations, I finally decided to switch it all off and stroked myself to a big orgasm. All in all, a good experiment. I only wish it could go even higher, and now I'm wondering how it would feel if I had it going both during and immediately after an orgasm. Definitely going to be trying some different things with this in the near future!

Hypnotherapy

This is pushing the boundaries of what hypnosis can do, and is also pretty unethical, but obviously it's purely fiction. It ends a bit abruptly, not sure if it's worth continuing or not, guess we'll see.

Victor had been struggling with his body. For many years he had a bad diet, rarely exercised, and it showed. Too skinny in some areas, too flabby in others, and simply not healthy. It’s not that he didn’t want to improve he just lacked any self control and discipline. He tried tons of programs and fads, but nothing would stick. Now in his thirties, he knew it would only get tougher to right this ship as his body naturally started slowing down. So when his coworker Amy recommended her cousin, Nikki, he was all ears. She was studying to become a hypnotherapist, and though she wasn’t finished her degree or licensed, she was quite advanced and knowledgeable. Amy was convinced when she used hypnotherapy to finally get her to quit smoking after ten years of trying and failing on her own. Victor was skeptical. First, he wasn’t even sure if he believed hypnosis was a real thing, though to be fair his only experience was Vegas style shows he’d seen on TV. Even if it was real, he didn’t know how he felt about anyone messing with his head, especially someone who wasn’t finished school or official. Amy kept insisting she was legit and said Nikki wouldn’t even charge him anything. It was good practice for her. Trusting Amy and figuring what did he have to lose, Victor agreed.

After exchanging a few emails, the following Wednesday night he found himself knocking on the door of Nikki’s place. He didn’t put much thought on her looks, since this wasn’t a date or anything, so when he opened the door and saw the beautiful woman standing in front of him, he froze like a deer in headlights. She was a bit younger than him, he guessed around 25, with long red hair that cascaded over her shoulders leading to her ample breasts that were trying to hide behind a sweater. She was dressed casual and not trying to look sexy, after all that’s not what this was about, but no clothes could hide that figure. Fortunately, she took the lead and introduced herself, welcoming him inside. Shaking his head and remembering why he was here, he followed her to the living room where he sat on a large, soft chair that practically enveloped him once he settled into it. Victor spent several minutes answering questions about himself and what he’s been trying to accomplish. He had been focusing very hard on keeping eye contact and not letting his gaze wander around her body. It wasn’t too hard at first. Her eyes were just as beautiful and mesmerizing. A deep, sparkling green he found himself getting lost into. The questions stopped but she continued speaking, explaining to him her technique and what to expect. The more she spoke, the more relaxed he felt. Her voice was soothing and he soon found himself starting to drift away.

A moment later he was wide awake with Nikki asking him how he’s feeling. “Good. Really good, actually. So when do we start?”

Nikki could only laugh, “Victor, we’re finished. You were under for about an hour.” Victor could only dumbly blink in surprise. “Don’t worry, it’s perfectly normal not being able to recall anything, though usually it takes several sessions to get to that state. You appear to be naturally susceptible to hypnosis. Still, don’t expect instant results. It takes time for the suggestions to take hold, and of course no matter what I do your body won’t change overnight. How about we meet up weekly to reinforce the conditioning and I can monitor your progress.” Victor quickly agreed. Even though he was a little freaked out about losing an hour like that, he felt as though he could trust her. He couldn’t quite explain why, but deep down he just knew. He rationalized to himself that it was probably because he found her so sexy. He was always jelly around beautiful women.

For the next few months they met and she put him under. He never had any idea of it happening and no memory of what went on, but he couldn’t deny the results. That first week he joined a gym and soon found himself going religiously. He got himself a personal trainer who helped him alter his diet. While his weight didn’t really change, any fat he had turned to muscle. Even Nikki was amazed at his transformation. Before the start of their latest session Victor offered to pay for her services, but she refused and instead asked if she could use their sessions for her dissertation, assuring him he would remain anonymous. He saw no harm and figured it was the least he could do. At this point she had him conditioned to go under with her simply saying the word “SLEEP” and snapping her fingers. He settled into the chair and was instantly out after hearing the trigger and snap. He came to what felt like a second later, but he’d become accustomed to this and knew it was around an hour.

As usual, they chatted for a bit on how he was doing and his progress. “You know Victor, I really am amazed at how quickly you’ve taken to hypnosis and how far you’ve come. I just hope it isn’t becoming an obsession. You know what they say about all work and no PLAY.”

Suddenly, Victor felt his cock start to stir. In seconds he went from flaccid and relaxed to completely erect and so damn horny! He was hoping it wasn’t noticeable and wanted to get the heck out of there. Not just to avoid embarrassment, but he also had an overwhelming urge to jerk off. If he was alone he’d already be stroking himself. He wasn’t sure what came over him. Nikki was dressed a little sexier today than usual, wearing a tight skirt and stockings, and a blouse with a few top buttons undone. It had been awhile since he’d been with anybody and he couldn’t remember the last time he touched himself. Whatever the reason, he just knew he needed to cum, and now! Nikki continued talking, apparently oblivious to his internal struggle, as each word she spoke made his cock throb harder. Victor wasn’t sure how much longer he could resist the temptation to pull his cock out and start stroking. The fear of freaking out Nikki and having her call the cops was the only thing keeping him in check. Abruptly, he stood up and blurted, “Nikki, I have to go, I’m not feeling too good.” Before she could reply, he was out the door and running to his car parked on the street.

Instead of shock, Nikki smiled as she slowly walked to the window to watch Victor jog to his car and fumble with his keys to open the door. She was a little disappointed he was able to resist as much as he did, but she was a patient woman.

It took Victor a few tries to get his keys out of his pocket before he remembered he has keyless entry. After pushing the button to unlock, he ripped open the door and flung himself into the driver’s seat, slamming the door behind him. Without even checking the street for any nosy neighbors, he unzipped his pants and fished out his overly engorged cock. Lucky for Victor it was already dark out, so someone would have to go out of their way to see what he was doing. He immediately began stroking himself furiously, desperate to make himself cum. It wasn’t long before he exploded all over himself, drenching his shirt in the process. Without thinking, he immediately grabbed his phone and texted “Thank you!” to Nikki. After it sent he deleted the text from his phone’s history and set his phone down with no memory of doing it. Instead, he looked at the mess he made and, a bit disgusted with himself, looked around his car for something to clean himself up. The glove box held an old package of tissues which he used as best he could to mop up his mess and put his cock back in his pants. Despite his efforts he knew he’d need to throw these clothes in the wash the second he got home, but before he could start the care he was startled by a knock at the window.

Nikki quietly watched from the window, disappointed she was unable to see what he was doing, but the thank you text she received caused her to smile. Even though she couldn’t see, she knows what he did. Putting her phone away she walked out her door to his car and knocked on the window.

Victor jumped in his seat, fearing he’d find a cop or angry neighbor, instead it was Nikki. His face flushed with embarrassment fearing she would see the mess still on his clothes, or worse, saw what he did. He lowered the window, ready for her to start screaming at him, “Victor, is everything okay? I glanced out my window and saw your car still here. You left in such a hurry I was worried.”

Relieved she had no idea what had just happened, he responded, “Yeah, sorry about that. I just, uh, was feeling a little nauseous and was waiting for it to pass. I’m good now, was just about to head home. Sorry to worry you, see you next week?” He buckled up and started the car, hoping to get the hell out of there.

Nikki leaned forward a bit and rested on the window, showing off her slightly open top, “Okay, well I hope you feel better. Just go home and get some rest and not PLAY around.” She quickly turned and walked back to her house as Victor put the car in drive and sped away. It took a moment for him to realize his cock was getting hard again. He couldn’t help but notice her cleavage when she bent over, did that set him off again? He was 33, not 13, what the hell is wrong with him? After just a few miles the urge to stroke was becoming overwhelming again. He was unable to resist it as his hand left the steering wheel and began stroking himself through his pants. He only lived twenty minutes away and he spent that time doing his best to concentrate on the road while he constantly rubbed his cock. Since he just had an orgasm a few minutes ago, it took him much longer this time. He still hadn’t cum when he pulled into his own driveway. After turning off the car he wanted to run inside and strip off his clothes, but he couldn’t wait that long and instead unzipped his pants freeing his cock once more. Feeling his bare hand on his cock made all the difference and a few minutes later he was again cumming all over himself. Same as before he texted “Thank you” to Nikki and deleted it without realizing. Once again he surveyed his mess and this time decided to leave it as he went into his house, immediately stripped, and threw his clothes in the washing machine. Feeling a little dirty himself, he decided to jump in the shower since he was already naked.

As he showered he wondered why he was suddenly so horny. Maybe he was more attracted to Nikki than he wanted to admit, but as his mind thought of her now, and her pretty face and sexy curves, his libido remained in check. Maybe because he already came twice tonight? He shook his head as he rinsed off, left the shower, and grabbed his towel. After he was dry he put on some sweatpants and sat down to relax. Looking at his phone he saw a text from Nikki, “Please let me know when you’re home and if you’re okay, I’m a little worried” Victor chuckled to himself. If she only knew what he was doing. He quickly texted her back to assure her that he was fine and needn’t worry. As he sat on his sofa and tried to relax his phone alerted him to another text. It was Nikki again and simply said, “PLAY” Without thinking he deleted it and went back to relaxing, but soon realized he was getting hard again. Was just getting a text from her asking if he was ok now enough to get him going? And why didn’t he feel this way thinking about her in the shower? Those thoughts soon faded away as he couldn’t resist the urge to start stroking himself again. Pulling his pants down he did just that. Mindlessly, he sat on his couch and stroked his cock again. Of course it took even longer this time to reach orgasm, but eventually he did. Luckily for him he never put a shirt on, so the mess he made was much easier to clean up, right after he texted another “Thank you” to Nikki and deleted it.

What the hell? Victor couldn’t remember the last time he came three times in one day, especially by himself. Was this some strange side effect to the hypnosis? Should he tell Nikki about this? That seemed too embarrassing. Maybe this was just a result of him finally getting into shape. His body was producing more testosterone or something? No matter what the cause, he was pretty tired and went to sleep.

The next week was normal for Victor except for the unpredictable urges to masturbate. At seemingly random times throughout the week his cock would suddenly get painfully hard and he just had to make himself cum no matter where he was or what he was doing. Of course each instance was preceded with a simple one word text from Nikki, but Victor had no memories of reading and deleting those texts. He only knew he couldn’t control himself anymore. He was even doing it at work, having to hastily excuse himself from a couple meetings so he could run to the men’s room and jerk himself off, hoping no one else knew what he was up to. As he drove to his next session with Nikki, he decided to ask for help, no matter how embarrassed he may get. This chronic masturbation was getting out of hand and he seemed unable to control himself or stop it.

As he sat in the comfy chair he decided to come out and ask for help. Ever since their first session he always felt like he could completely trust Nikki, and that feeling strengthened the longer he’d known her. “Before we start, I have another issue I don’t know if you can help me with. It’s pretty embarrassing and I hope it doesn’t offend you.”

Nikki did her best to hide a smirk, “It’s okay. I would never judge you, and of course anything you tell me is confidential. What’s bothering you?”

Victor takes a deep breath, “Ever since our last session, um, I’m not sure how to say this, but I’ve been, uh, masturbating quite a bit.”

Nikki remained professional, “Well Victor, I’m sure I don’t need to tell someone your age that it’s perfectly normal and healthy…”

He cut her off, “No no, I mean yeah, I know that, but I haven’t done it this much since I was a teenager and I can’t seem to control myself, no matter where I am or what I’m doing.”

“I see and when did this start happening?”

“Um, okay I don’t want to freak you out or anything, but it started at the end of our last session. I didn’t know if it was a weird side-effect from our sessions, or because you’re so sexy, or maybe since I’m getting back in shape my body is just naturally more, um, sexual…”

This time Nikki couldn't hide her smirk, “Oh, so you think I’m sexy?” Victor turned bright red. He wasn’t thinking, just honestly laying out his thoughts without censor. He stammered a bit, unable to come up with an intelligent response. “That’s okay, I’m flattered. Of course, it wouldn’t be ethical for a therapist to get involved with her clients, so let’s look past that and concentrate on the issues you’re experiencing.” She continued asking some questions, many quite personal, but Victor got through them, his face never losing its crimson coloring. “Okay, I think I understand. Hmm, I’m certain I can help you but I would need some time to come up with the correct therapy. I should have something for next week, but obviously that won’t help you now. So what I can do temporarily is try and remove your desire to touch yourself. Are you okay going a week without masturbating?”

Victor thought for a moment, was he? How would that even work? This whole situation was sounding ridiculous now that he said it out loud. For the first time he started to wonder if Nikki had done something to cause this. “Um, I dunno. I’m wondering…”

Nikki cuts him off, “It’s okay, I understand your apprehension, but I would hope by now you know you can TRUST me. I only want to help you. I’d hate if you had the urge to PLAY with yourself during an important meeting at work or something.”

Victor wasn’t sure why he doubted her intentions, and she was right. He was lucky last week with being able to sneak away and jerk off at work without anyone knowing. But more importantly, it was happening right now! His cock was suddenly hard and he desperately wanted to touch it. “Uh, yeah, you’re right. Okay, but before we get started mind if I use your bathroom?”

Nikki stared directly at his crotch, making Victor feel like shrinking into the chair, and asked, “You have the urge now, don’t you? I can see the bulge in your pants. What if I said you can’t use the bathroom? What would you do?”

Victor couldn’t believe this was happening. What is she doing? Is this some other form of therapy? “I uh, I don’t know. I guess I’ll just leave.”

He starts to get out of the chair, “Please, Victor, if you want to work with me you’ll need to OBEY. Sit back down and keep your hands on the armrest.” Instantly, he plopped back down into the chair and kept his arms on its sides. While the urge to touch himself grew, he found it impossible to do so. Before he could say anything, Nikki continued, “You can’t give into your impulses so quickly and easily. That’s why you came to me in the first place, but together we helped you gain control and focus those impulses on healthier decisions. I’m certain we can do the same now. Do you still feel like you need to touch yourself?” Each beat of his heart was in time with the throbbing of his cock, with each stronger than the last. He felt that if he didn’t touch himself soon he’d go mad. Unable to form words, he could only nod in response. “Interesting. You know I think I read a case study about this recently. Let me see if I can find it. Just hold tight.” She quickly got up and left the room.

This was his chance! He was ready to unzip his pants and stroke himself, consequences be damned! But his arms wouldn’t move. His grip on the armrests would only tighten the more he tried to will them to his crotch. Tears started to roll down his cheeks from both the strain and the frustration. He wasn’t sure how long she was gone, but when Nikki finally came back to the room carrying an open book she was reading, he couldn’t help but let out a pathetic plea, “Please. Please, Nikki, let me go!”

Nikki looked him over, noticing the tracks of tears, and her little smirk became a full smile. Victor was too far gone at this point to notice the glee she was experiencing at his expense. She tried to regain her mock professional tone, “My, this appears to be more serious than I thought. My offer still stands. I can remove you desire to touch yourself, and next week after I do some research we can come up with a better solution. What do you think?”

Think? He had no thoughts except one, let him touch himself! “Yes, anything, just please help me!”

“Okay, if you insist. SLEEP.” And with a snap of her fingers, he was out. What seemed to be seconds later he was blinking his eyes open. He felt relaxed, and when he realized he was no longer hard and aching to masturbate, relieved. Suddenly, he became very confused. He thought the word masturbate, but what the hell does that even mean? Before he could follow the thought any further, “Welcome back, Victor. Are you okay?”

Blinking again he shifted his focus on Nikki, “Uh, yeah. I think so. Just a little...I don’t know what. Slow waking up, I guess.”

“Sorry about that. I had to improv this session more than I normally do to help you. Next week will be better. I hate to rush you, but I actually have someplace I need to be, so I’ll walk you out.” She grabbed a jacket and purse and they left her house. As they walked to their cars she said goodbye, “Okay, same time next week? I know in the meantime dealing with this issue will be HARD, but I’m convinced we’ll figure it out. Take care!” Nikki jumped into her car and drove off. Victor was about to do the same when he realized he was getting hard again. In seconds he was painfully hard and turned on, but had no idea what to do about it. He wasn’t dating anyone at the moment, not even a friend with benefits, or booty call, or whatever people call that these days. Feeling helpless to this overwhelming desire, he went to his car to drive home. Fortunately, he was able to focus on the road with no problem, but for the entire drive his erection never faltered. Entering his apartment, he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. He was full of lust and desire with no way to act on it, feeling like a bottle of champagne being perpetually shaken with a cork that’s stuck in place. Victor was desperate to pop, but with no one here to help, was powerless to do so. He had the idea of signing up on a dating app to see if he could find someone, but about halfway through creating his profile and an hour after this started, his urges and erection finally slipped away. Shaking his head clear, he cancelled the profile and went about his day, almost forgetting the entire experience.

Later that night, and several times a day for the next week he would receive a text from Nikki with the one word “HARD” which he would promptly delete and forget he ever received, then spend the next hour incredibly aroused and erect, with no idea how to deal with it. No matter where he was, or what he was doing, it would just happen seemingly randomly and out of nowhere. As the days went on and he got further away from his last orgasm, he was starting to feel constantly turned on with a dull ache in his balls. His body grew accustomed to cumming many times each day last week, and now not only was he denied an orgasm, but the idea of touching himself never occurred to him. He would just suffer these painful erections with zero stimulation. Victor was at least grateful it no longer impacted his work, as long as no one noticed the bulge in his pants, anyway. Though he couldn’t remember exactly how this was impacting him before. Nevertheless, he was grateful when Wednesday finally arrived, with the hopes Nikki could finally help him through this. When he received a text from her asking if they could reschedule for Saturday afternoon, he became frustrated in more ways than one. She said she had a family emergency and would be out of town. Of course he understood, but it didn’t change how he felt. With no choice, he waited out the week, becoming more turned on each day as the mysterious erections kept happening.

Saturday finally arrived. After eating some lunch he received another “HARD” text from Nikki about an hour before their scheduled time. From Victor’s point of view, he was simply getting hard again for no reason and hoped this went away before he arrived. He was still embarrassed about last week and having to explain his new problem to her to begin with. She probably thinks he’s a pervert! His erection was his co-pilot as he slowly drove to her place. Because of this, he was running a little late, but it paid off as he settled down before he got there. He apologized for being late, as did she for having to reschedule, and he settled back into the comfy chair. Nikki asked how his week went, and again Victor was pretty honest with her, explaining the strange erections and arousal with no idea what was causing them.

She asked, “So when this happened, you never felt the urge to masturbate?”

Victor looked at her confused, “Um, sorry, but what do you mean?”

Nikki did her best to suppress a smile, “You know, masturbate? Jerk off?” He shook his head, still confused, “PLAY with yourself?” Suddenly, everything she was saying made sense and the memory of his constant masturbating from over two weeks ago came flooding back. He was so horny this past week, why didn’t he think of this before? To make matters worse, he was getting hard yet again and the urge to touch himself is stronger than ever. As if reading his thoughts, “Oh dear, is it happening again? Right now?” He nodded as his hands, as if on their own, slowly started moving towards his zipper. “Well fortunately, I think I came up with a more permanent solution. SLEEP.” Her fingers snapped and he was out, his hands went limp on his lap, mere inches away from their goal.

Usually, when he came out of trance he felt refreshed and wide awake, but this time he was pretty groggy and disoriented. He was only aware of a couple things, his cock was still extremely hard and Nikki was right in front of him, handing him a glass of water, which he gladly took and gulped down. Being this thirsty after a trance was new as well. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m not sure. Tired, I guess…”

Nikki took the empty glass and smiled, “I see. Well in that case, why don’t you get some SLEEP.” Her fingers snapped and after a split second of surprise he was out again. She had never done this to him before, as far as he knew at least. When he was awake again the first thing he noticed was that it was dark outside. How long had he been under? “Welcome back! Feeling better?” He was a little more alert this time, and his erection was thankfully gone, but was growing concerned with what she was doing with him. Before he could respond or ask any of the questions on his mind, she asked, “It’s starting to get late, would you like to grab some dinner with me?” Victor was hungry, he discovered, and figured he could ask his questions while they ate. Nikki insisted on driving. As soon as they pulled out of their driveway Nikki said, “PLAY.” Consciously, it didn’t quite register with him, but he did quickly realize he was getting hard again, and the urge to touch himself was taking hold. Victor didn’t understand. He thought the whole point of today was to get this under control. Should he try to resist? Tell her? He knew he shouldn’t do what his body was demanding him to, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to resist much longer.

After only one minute he said, “Nikki, I’m sorry, but it’s happening again. Whatever you tried today isn’t working.”

“What’s wrong, Victor? Do you want to PLAY with yourself again? Are the urges to PLAY with your cock too strong?”

He couldn’t hold out any longer. Whatever this was, the compulsion felt like it tripled, “Oh god, I’m so sorry!” He unzipped his pants and fished out his incredibly hard cock then began stroking as fast as he could, desperate for an orgasm. To his surprise, Nikki didn’t react at all. She remained quiet and kept her eyes on the road as she drove. Another surprise was how long it was taking him to cum. Five minutes passed, then ten. He never slowed down and never even got to the edge. If felt good, felt amazing in fact, but for some reason he couldn’t make himself cum and couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop, all he wanted now was an orgasm, despite the extreme shame and embarrassment he felt for doing this in her car.

Victor was unaware of the car stopping or that Nikki was now watching him intently, until she said, “Look at me.” Never missing a stroke, he slowly turned his head to face her. “You poor thing, you really can’t control yourself, can you?”

Blushing deeply, he was unable to maintain eye contact, “No, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why this is happening.”

She smiled at him, “It’s okay. I understand. You must really need an orgasm by now. Go ahead, I won’t be upset.”

He couldn’t believe this was happening, “Oh god, I want to so bad, but for some reason I can’t!” Nikki moaned when he said that and he watched as she undid her pants and slid her hand down the front. She looked into his eyes, then down at his stroking hand, and gasped as her own hand reached its target. Whatever embarrassment he was feeling disappeared watching this sexy, young woman touch herself in front of him. But as exciting as this was, it still wasn’t enough to push himself over the edge.

Nikki didn’t seem to be having that problem, “C’mon, Victor. I’m getting close. Hurry and we can do it together!” He wanted to, more than anything. Instead he furiously pounded his poor cock as he watched Nikki close her eyes, moan, and finally scream out as an orgasm overtook her. As her breathing slowed, Victor’s hand did not. She opened her eyes and simply said, “SOFT.” With minds of their own his hands let go, leaving his cock to throb alone in the air. Again he was amazed as a few seconds later his erection completely deflated. Nikki closed up her jeans, “Wow. That was fun. C’mon, put that away and let’s grab some food.” Quickly, she exited the car, closing the door behind her, leaving Victor to wonder what the fuck was happening to him? He put his now completely flaccid cock away, zipped up, and followed her to get some answers.

They were in the parking lot of a pub, pretty far away in a secluded section, thankfully. He hurried to catch up to Nikki as she got to the door. Before he could ask her anything, the hostess was asking how many in their party and showing them to their table. After the waitress took their drink order, Victor finally had his chance. “Nikki, what’s going on with me? Is this some weird side-effect to our sessions? This isn’t normal!”

Nikki could only smile as the waitress returned with their drink order. Once she left, she began to explain, “Okay, remember when I asked about using you for my dissertation? Well, I’m not doing it on helping you get in shape. My goal was to see if I could control your orgasms through hypnosis without you consciously aware. Could be useful for men who are premature ejaculators or women looking to make their partner a lover with more stamina. I wasn’t planning on doing this to you at first, but you’re so damn susceptible and after a couple months of working out your body was looking really good. Sorry, I know it doesn’t sound very ethical…”

Victor was a little pissed, “You’re goddamn right this isn’t ethical! I trusted you! Do you know how frustrating the last few weeks have been? What about when I was jerking off all the time, was that you too? I kept doing that at work, you could have gotten em fired!”

Her smile faltered a little, “Yes, that was me. Part of the experiments. Sorry, I had no intention of hurting you, you can still TRUST me.”

Suddenly, his hostility softened. Of course she wasn’t trying to hurt him on purpose. He trusted her completely. “Yeah, okay, I know that. Still, it was pretty rough.”

“I know. I’m sure it was HARD on you, and I’m really sorry. Let’s have some dinner and then we can go back to my place and I’ll demonstrate the benefits. If after that you’re still upset, I’ll undo everything and we can stop having sessions if that’s what you want.” Halfway through her proposal Victor blanked out a bit as his cock unexpectedly sprang to life once more. Obviously, she was doing this somehow. A trigger word maybe? He did a little research before seeing her for the first time to get an idea of what he was getting himself into. Why didn’t he think of this before? Before he could ask, she whispered, “You’ve got a big, old erection under the table, don’t you?” He nodded. “Good, let’s keep you that way for dinner. I want you eager for tonight.” What was she talking about? He didn’t want to let his imagination run away thinking they were going to have sex, but how could he not? He’d been fantasizing about that since the first day he met her, but knew it would never happen. Instead of talking about the obvious, they just made small talk. Mostly getting to know her a little better, Nikki already knew everything about Victor at this point. It became more and more difficult for him to focus with the constant throbbing in his pants that he was powerless to do anything about.

After they ate and were getting ready to leave, his cock finally deflated. Did Nikki make that happen or was it something else? It was such a weird feeling being under her control like this. He wasn’t ready to admit it, but Victor kind of liked it. The ride back was uneventful, and as they walked towards her front door she asked if he was ready for the demonstration on what she programmed. She led him into the living room where they held their session. “I’m going to go change, but first STRIP.” Without thinking, Victor removed all of his clothes and was standing in front of her completely nude. “HARD.” Immediately, his cock sprang to life jutting out in front of him. “What do you think so far? Pretty cool, right?” Before he could respond, “Why don’t you sit down in your chair. Hands on the armrests. Great, now OBEY and don’t move! I’ll be right back and then we can PLAY.” She left the room and his cock became needy, desperate for his touch, but he was unable to move. He struggled with all his might, but it was no use, he was locked in place, forced to suffer. Even though he knew it was futile, his body still strained to touch himself. Nikki returned wearing babydoll lingerie with thigh high stockings. Victor barely noticed and was a sweating, exhausted mess. “Wow, I thought for sure you’d be stroking away by now. Such a good boy to OBEY and not move. I know you must be desperate to PLAY with yourself. I hope you didn’t tire yourself already, because I want you to PLAY with me.”

Victor couldn’t help but whimper and let out a small, “Please.” His cock was on fire with the need to be touched.

Nikki stepped in front of him, between his legs, and he finally noticed what she was wearing, causing his cock to swell and throb even harder, “Would it help if I touched it for you?” Would it? He honestly wasn’t sure, but he knew he wanted it anyway. All he could do was nod and watch as she bent forward at the waist, giving him a view of her magnificent breasts before her long, red hair cascaded down covering them, and his cock. She slowly moved around, causing her hair to dance over him. He wanted to jump out of the chair, but was still somehow frozen in place. After a few minutes she lowered her mouth towards him, pursed her lips, and blew on his cock just a mere inch away. He tried in vain to grab her head and force it onto him. Her tongue darted out and gave a quick lick to his sensitive underside, causing another involuntary whimper to escape his lips. She stood back up and kneeled in front of him, placing her hands high up on his thighs, “There, did that help?”

“Fuck, no! Please make this stop! Please!” Nikki sat up straight, blinking in surprise at his outburst. Realizing she was probably pushing him too far, she moved her hands onto his cock. Firmly and slowly stroking him up and down. Her hands felt amazing, causing him to sigh in appreciation, but it wasn’t enough, he was still desperate to touch himself. She quickened her pace, but it didn’t matter. Finally, she took him into her mouth and started giving him the best blowjob of his life, but all he really desired was to touch himself and to cum, but neither was possible right now. Nikki closed her eyes and concentrated all her efforts on pleasing the cock in her mouth, trying her best to make it cum. After fifteen minutes or so, she released him from her mouth and looked up to see tears streaming down Victor’s face as he weakly cried, “Please.”

“Wow, sorry. You must really want to cum, huh?”

“No, I mean yes, but please let me touch myself!”

She was surprised that was what he wanted most. Guess her programming worked better than she realized. Instead of giving him what he needed, she said, “SOFT.” Immediately, his body relaxed and slumped in the chair as his cock quickly deflated. She got up and left the room, returning with a glass of water, “OBEY, you can move.” She handed him the glass and to his surprise he was able to take it. He gulped down the water, replenishing all the sweat that was starting to dry on his body. Nikki moved to the chair across from him that she normally used for their sessions and sat crossing her legs.

Victor was still catching his breath, but managed to ask, “What did you do to me?”

She smiled smugly, “Just implanted a few triggers in you. They’re working better than I imagined. I’m pretty impressed with myself!”

He shook his head, “That doesn’t make sense. We never talked between sessions, so how did you trigger me then? And what else did you put in me?”

“Text messages! Cool, right?” He started shaking his head again, “Oh, I had you delete and forget them as soon as you got it so you had no idea. As for what else I programmed, probably easier if I just showed you. LICK.” Victor suddenly had an urge to crawl between her legs and start licking her pussy. He didn’t want to, he wanted to leave. This whole situation was so weird and he was already exhausted, but when he saw Nikki spread her legs and hike up her babydoll, he realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear and he could no longer resist. He fell to the floor and crawled towards her, his mouth was salivating at the thought of tasting her. When his tongue touched her pussy he instantly felt a rush of pleasure all over his body and soon lost himself in pleasing her.

Nikki threw her head back and relaxed, enjoying the tongue that was so desperate to satisfy her. She’d never had a lover so eager to please her and it isn’t long before she’s screaming out in orgasm. It quickly dawned on her that she should have programmed him to stop after orgasm. She would use the SOFT trigger for that, but she’s unable to form any words at the moment. After cumming she’s extremely sensitive and is trying to squirm away from his hungry tongue, but his new workout regimen that she helped instill did its job. His strong arms grabbed onto her hips and held her firmly in place so he could continue to try and satisfy his current compulsion. When she finally caught her breath and could form words it started feeling good again. Instead of stopping him when she had the chance, she relaxed and enjoyed his efforts. Nikki wound up trapping herself in this cycle several more times until she’d finally had enough. After her fifth orgasm she managed to get out the word, “SOFT.” Victor immediately stopped and sat back, gasping for breath, as did Nikki.

Victor was a little light headed, still trying to both catch his breath and wrap his head around what she’s done to him. The fact that this whole ordeal was turning him on wasn’t helping matters either. Nikki was the first to regain the power of speech, “I think I might have created a monster. What do you think so far?”

“I don’t know. This is kind of freaking me out if I’m being honest. What have you done to me?”

“Oh don’t worry. I just molded you into the perfect lover. You should be thanking me, really. Do you know how many women would kill to have someone like you?” She got up from the chair and reached out to take Victor’s hand, “Come to bed with me and I’ll show you.” Despite everything she’s done and put him through, there was no way he could turn down that offer. He eagerly followed her to her bedroom. Once there she turned and his kissed him, which he was only more than happy to return. He pulled the lingerie up and over her head, throwing it to the side, and started kissing down her neck to her breasts. He was already erect and ready to go, but that didn’t stop Nikki from saying between moans, “HARD.” His cock went from normal hard to painfully erect. He threw Nikki onto the bed and climbed on top, quickly entering her, desperate for his cock to be inside. He started thrusting away like an animal. Thanks to his work out regimen, he now had great physical stamina, couple that with Nikki’s orgasm block and hard trigger, and Victor was like a fucking machine. Nikki quickly realized she should have added some sort of gentle lover trigger, but for now is enjoying his efforts and will deal with being sore later. She uses a mixture of all the triggers she’s implanted to help give herself the greatest night of sex she’s ever experienced. Hours later, when she is completely spent and very satisfied, she issues the SOFT command and lies next to Victor, both panting like dogs.

All she wants now is to drift off to sleep, but Victor interrupts, “Nikki, this is killing me. Please let me cum!”

She looked at him and smiled. Her plan was to make him wait, see how far she could push, but he had been so good to her. “PLAY.” Victor moaned and was powerless to stop himself from getting erect yet again and stroke himself feverishly. She let him go for several minutes, enjoying the show and look of pure frustration on his face. Draping an arm and leg over his body, she rested her head on his shoulder. Her eyes began to close as sleep was taking over. Victor’s whimpering woke her; how long had he been at it? Too tired to find out, she whispered in his ear, “CUM FOR ME,” and instantly he did, yelling out and exploding all over his chest, and incidentally, her arm. Still too tired to care, she fell back to sleep while listening to his heavy breathing slow as he whispered, “Thank you,” over and over again.

It's a Wonderful Tease

This is a little light on the "good stuff" and starts off a but dark, but it's a bit more personal story I wanted to tell. Plus it has a nice Christmas theme.

It was a cold, bitter night. As Victor stood on the bridge and stared at the roaring river below, the strong winds cut through his coat like it was made of tissue. He couldn’t remember the last time it was this brutally cold on Christmas Eve. Look at that. Now it’s even snowing. “Perfect.” he thought, sarcastically. As he looked down he wondered how cold the water must be, if he’d even notice that falling from this height. What would get him first? The impact on the water, the freezing temperatures, drowning? Did he have the courage to find out, or was this a coward’s way out? He guessed in a few minutes it won’t matter. For as long as he can remember, Victor suffered from depression and general social anxiety. Because of that he had a hard time making and keeping friends, which brought on loneliness, which only helped increase his depression. Over the years he learned how to cope and deal with his disorders, but lately it became too much. Watching the entire world spiral into chaos, literal Nazis coming into power, the impending climate apocalypse...what was the point? He was powerless to change anything and spiraled into a deep depression greater than anything he’d experienced before. That led him here, working up the courage to take his final step.

He was so deep in thought he didn’t even notice the person approaching until they were right on top of him, “That’s a pretty far drop. I think you’d be dead on impact.”

Victor jumped at the voice, but even more surprising to him was the voice’s owner. It was a young woman with long, flowing red hair and sparkling green eyes. She was absolutely stunning. But that wasn’t what surprised him most. She was wearing a short red dress that showed off long shapely legs with a low cut top that displayed deep cleavage. She should have been absolutely freezing, but seemed fine. Not a single goosebump on her flawless, porcelain skin. Utterly confused, he asked, “What?”

“If you jumped off. Hitting the water would definitely kill you. At this height it would be like hitting concrete. Especially considering how cold it is. That’s what you were wondering, right?”

Now Victor wasn’t just surprised, he was completely freaked out. Was she a mind reader? Was that really a thing? Of course he denied it, “What? No I wasn’t! That would be crazy!”

She studied him for a moment, “Uh huh. Okay. Guess you’re just here enjoying the view on this beautiful night. In that case, why don’t you offer to take me someplace warm for a drink?” Victor was flustered and confused. Where did this strange woman come from and how is she not dead from exposure dressed like that? When he never responded she let out an exasperated sigh, “Fine. Guess I have to do everything.” With a snap of her fingers they were suddenly sitting at a bar. Victor didn’t recognize the place, not that he ever went to any bars in the area. There was a warm fireplace roaring nearby that almost immediately made Victor forget the blistering cold from a few seconds ago. Being Christmas Eve, there weren’t many people here. A couple were using the pool table and two others sat alone at the bar. Oddly, no one seemed surprised they just appeared out of nowhere. Not even the bartender standing in front of them, asking what they wanted to drink, was concerned with their sudden appearance.

He was still too in shock to say anything. “Oh, I’ll have a gin and tonic. My friend here would like a whiskey on the rocks.” As the bartender left to mix their drinks the mystery woman turned to him, “Wow, she’s cute! If I wasn’t here I think you’d have a real shot with her.”

Victor finally regained enough senses to ask, “Wait, who are you? Where are we and how the hell did we get here? What the fuck is going on?!”

“Wow. Rude! No wonder you’re so lonely. I’m Clara. I’m the gal who just saved your life.”

Feigning ignorance, “What are you talking about? I wasn’t going to jump. I was just…”

Clara let him struggle in silence for a few seconds. Lucky for him their drinks appeared. “It’s ok. For now we’ll just say you were going for a walk and took a break there. But I know all about you, Victor. I know your dad left when you were five. I know you were bullied a lot growing up. I know you’ve always had a hard time making friends. That you’re a loner. That you’ve been depressed.” She lowered her voice, “And I know you were about to jump and kill yourself. Why do you think I showed up when I did? I’m here to…”

He cut her off, “Let me guess, you’re going to show me what the world would be like without me? I’ve seen the movie. I must be having a nightmare or something.” Clara quickly and sharply punched him in the arm. Hard. “Ow, what the fuck?”

“Just proving you aren’t dreaming. And no, I’m no angel. Well, not exactly. More like a fallen angel, or a demon looking for redemption, guess it depends on your point of view.” As she spoke Victor took a sip of his drink and immediately choked on it. She had to be joking. “Nope. No joke. I know you’re not religious at all, and that’s fine. Most of them are wrong anyway. Long story short, I made some bad life choices and I’m trying to get back to the Good Place. So I’m here to convince you what a bad idea suicide is.” I stared at her, dumbfounded, as she spoke.

At the same time the cute bartender came by to ask if we were ready for another round, but caught the end of Clara’s speech. “Hey, are you guys ok?”

Victor was still too stunned to respond, but Clara didn’t skip a beat, “Yeah, we’ll take another round, but what do you think of my friend here? He’s cute, right? A little shy and awkward, sure, but he’s a decent guy. Would you date him?”

It was the bartender’s turn to stare in silence for a second. “Oh jeez, I uh…”

“I put you on the spot didn’t I?” Turning back to Victor, “I think I put her on the spot. Sorry, I was just telling my friend here, we’re not a couple by the way, I was telling him how cute you are and thought you two would make a nice couple. Am I talking too much? Probably, but it’s not like either of you are chatterboxes. How bout another round of drinks?” She simply nodded and walked off to get our order. “Well that was awkward. It’s been awhile since I talked to humans. You’re all so sensitive!”

Victor finally got his wits about him, “So you’re trying to tell me you’re a demon from hell and you’re here to make sure I don’t die so you can get back into heaven?”

Clara sighed, “Not exactly, but I guess it’s close enough.” They both turned to see the bartender with their drinks in hand and mouth hanging open. “What? I said not exactly.”

“I think you two have had enough. Let me get you an Uber so you can go home.”

Clara rolled her eyes and with another snap of her fingers everyone except them froze in place. “No, I kind of like it here.” She grabbed the drinks from her frozen hands and placed them in front of us. “Now where were we?”

“I’m guessing this is the part where you show me how life is worth living.”

She chuckled, “Maybe, but are you finally admitting to me you were going to jump?”

He was quiet again for a moment, “I don’t know. I was definitely thinking about it. Just don’t really see the point of all this. Figured dying couldn’t be any worse.”

That brought a smile to Clara’s face, “You really think so? You know suicide is an instant ticket to the Bad Place, right? And they’ve gotten pretty creative there these days.”

“I don’t believe in any of that crap. It’s all stories people made up a long time ago to scare people into not acting like animals.”

Her smile faltered, “Really? Am I just a story? Well I can’t convince you that life is great. I’ve seen the world, and you’re right, it’s pretty shitty. But I can show you the alternative is a lot worse.” Before he could respond she snapped her fingers again and transported them away from the bar to a nondescript bedroom. Victor found himself lying on the bed, completely naked, with his arms and legs bound to the posts. He looked around in a panic to find Clara standing at the foot of the bed. She slid her dress down and off her body. Apparently former demons don’t wear underwear because she was completely nude. Her body was perfection! Large, round, firm breasts that defied gravity, trim, flat stomach, full hips, and those long legs he admired on the bridge. Despite what he was planning and the increasingly strange events of the evening, his cock started to rise to the occasion. Clara approached the bed and crawled up between his legs. Without a word she grabbed his now hard cock and slowly began stroking.

Victor closed his eyes and let out a moan, “If this is the afterlife, sign me up!” Clara only laughed before she took him into her mouth. Pardon the pun, but it felt heavenly! In a matter of minutes he could feel himself on the edge of orgasm. “Oh god, yes. I’m going to cum!” Clara moaned setting him over the edge. At least it should have, but instead he felt a strong punch to his balls, preventing his orgasm and causing him to howl in pain. He looked down at Clara, prepared to ask her why she did that when he realized she didn’t. Her hands never left his cock and she never stopped sucking him. In fact, she still was, and again her expert skills were pushing him back to the edge. As he raced closer he watched her head this time as it bobbed up and down, engulfing his full length with ease. But like the first time instead of cumming he felt intense pain in his balls. He was certain Clara didn’t do it. Some invisible force was smashing into him, torturing him, and of course not letting him cum.

Victor soon found himself pleading with her to make the pain stop, but she ignored him and never stopped sucking. He lost track of how many ballbusting edges he hit before he started begging to finally let him cum. His pleas fell on deaf ears and soon he found himself begging for her to just stop everything. Instead the blowjob continued. Clara never tired, never bored, never stopped or even slowed down. She was a sex machine. He couldn’t be sure but it felt like many hours had passed. He should be pretty tired himself, or at a minimum his cock should have given out by now or gotten sore. He’d never been hard for this long, but to his horror neither was happening. He felt as wide awake and energized as ever and his cock was showing no signs of quitting and it still felt as good as the moment she started. It would only get a little discouraged when his balls were battered but was raring to go again a few seconds later. His begging for this to end became non-stop. Tears streamed down his face. He wasn’t sure what he needed the most, an orgasm or everything to stop. Hours turned to days, days became weeks. Neither of them needed rest, food, drink, or even to use the bathroom. Even his voice wouldn’t get hoarse, despite the constant pleas for mercy.

Victor had no concept of the time he spent like this, but six months later she finally stopped and released him from her mouth. He was a babbling mess only saying “thank you“ and “please no more.” Clara smiled at him, “See? I told you they have creative torture these days. Imagine going through this for the rest of eternity. Life isn’t so bad in comparison, huh?” Her words barely registered as he continued begging for no more. “Hmm, I might have made my point, but I want to make sure.” Without another word she crawled up his body, straddling his hips. Slowly she slid him inside of her. As good as her mouth felt, this was ten times more intense. He was also able to watch her breasts bounce up and down as she started vigorously riding him. All this meant was he was able to hit the edge faster now, but like before instead of an orgasm he was ballbusted. While the pleasure was ten times greater, so was the pain. It was pure agony. To make matters worse, this all only served to turn Clara on and she had no problems reaching orgasm. Over and over she came on his unnaturally hard and tortured cock. Like the blowjob, they had sex for months. Not only was Victor’s body unable to give out, but apparently so was his mind. He was certain he should have gone insane by now. He was ready to check out, drool, become a vegetable, anything to no longer have to endure this torture, but that was another sweet release he was denied.

It was another six months before Clara screamed out in one final orgasm and stopped riding him. She sat on Victor with his cock still buried inside, and waited several minutes for him to realize it was over, at least for now. When his breathing slowed to a more normal rate she asked, “So what do you think? Should we give life another chance or are you into this kinky stuff?” Victor was still incapable of coherent speech. “If you’d like I still have a few friends down here who would love to join in.”

That snapped him out of it as he yelled, “No! Please, no...no more! Life, I choose life! I want to live, please let me live again!” Clara smiled and without a word started riding him again. Victor begged her to stop, to have mercy, but she ignored him. Even with the break it was only a matter of minutes before he was approaching the edge again, and based on the sounds she was making so was Clara. He braced himself for another painful shot to his balls, but amazingly it never came. However Clara did, and to his own shock so did he. The orgasm he experienced was the most powerful feeling of any kind he ever felt in his life. He should have blacked out, but that was forbidden here. Instead he came and came and came. It felt like he released a gallon of cum into her before she collapsed forward and rolled off of him, resting her head on his shoulder.

She whispered into his ear, “Thank you. I think you made the right choice. Life may not be perfect, but make the most of it. Remember, I’ll be watching.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Merry Christmas!”

There was a bright flash and Victor found himself back at the bridge, fully clothed and freezing as snow continued to fall all around him. The shock of everything he just experienced made his knees buckle and he collapsed to the ground, ending up on all fours, trying to catch his breath. He was vaguely aware of the headlights approaching as a car pulled up beside him. A familiar voice called out, “Hey, are you okay?” When he didn’t respond, the driver left the car and came to his side, helping him to his feet. Victor was surprised when he saw her face, realizing it was the bartender from earlier. He was too much in shock to notice then, but Clara was right, she is cute. Though he could only see her face since she was bundled up for the cold, she had a goth look to her, dark hair and make-up. Unfortunately for him, their trip to the bar was real as she recognized him as well, “Oh fuck, it’s you? Where’s your weird girlfriend. Shit, you’re not going to carjack me or whatever are you? Look, I don’t have any money and my car is a piece of shit.”

Victor shook his head, “She’s not my girlfriend, and I don’t know where she is. She just left me here.”

That seemed to relax her a bit, “Oh, let me guess. Is your wallet gone?”

He checked his back pocket, “Fuck. Yeah…”

“Uh huh. Seen this a bunch of times. She probably slipped something in your drink. You met her tonight for the first time?” Victor nodded. “C’mon, I’ll give you a ride home. I’m Deb, by the way.”

“Victor, thanks.”

“Sure. You men have to be more careful. Can’t just trust a woman because she’s pretty.”

Before he realized he was saying it, “So does that mean I shouldn’t be trusting you right now?”

Deb blushed a bit, “Shut up and get in the car.” She had a beat up Civic hatchback that had to be at least 15 years old. When he got in the first thing he noticed were a pair of handcuffs hanging from the rearview mirror, which caused him to instinctively freeze in fear after what he’d just been through. Noticing his reaction she reassured him, “Relax, I save those for special friends. For now they’re just decoration.” Victor gave directions as she drove and they chatted a bit. Mostly her asking questions about Clara and the snippits she heard of their weird conversation. He did his best to answer without lying too much or sounding like a lunatic, but for some reason he was fairly open about his own mental state, minus his original plans for the evening. Deb shared her own loneliness and how down she gets over the holidays. They wound up bonding over their shared depression.

As they pulled up to his place, Victor thanked her for the ride and got out. Luckily, he still had his keys. As he walked away, Deb rolled down the window, “Hey, your crazy friend was right about one thing. You’re kinda cute and seem like a good guy. If you asked me out, I’d probably say yes.”

Even Victor with all his quirks picked up on that hint, “Well, I’m free tomorrow. Guessing nothing’s open, but you could come over and watch a movie.”

“How about you meet me at the bar. It’s closed but I can get us in. Bring some movies and I’ll supply the drinks.” Victor agreed and went inside.

As he entered his apartment, on the kitchen table he found his wallet and a note that read, “You’re welcome! Love, Clara” It was written in red ink and had a red lipstick kiss mark. He flipped it over and on the back had the name and address of the bar. Jesus, he had forgotten he had no idea where they were! Any doubts he had that tonight was a delusion were erased. He guessed he has a guardian angel now, or is she a guardian demon?

Deb and Victor hit it off and became a serious couple. Victor couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this happy. A couple months into the relationship, Deb came over to his place and they went to bed. As they kissed and undressed, Deb revealed the handcuffs from her car, “I’d say we’re special friends, what do you think?” He agreed. After she cuffed his arms over his head, “There’s been something I’ve been wanting to tell you, I just didn’t want to scare you off. I’m really into some kinky things. Like right now seeing you a little helpless is turning me on. How would you feel if I took control right now. Maybe teased you for a bit, slap your balls a little. I’ll go easy at first and see if you’re ok with it?”

Victor flashed back to his year in the Bad Place and knew nothing she could do would compare, “For you? Sure. I think I can handle it.”

Deb smiled, “I love you,” and quickly smacked his balls causing Victor to wince in pain.

But instead of begging for mercy, he replied, “I love you, too.”

Depression...

This is just for me. No story, nothing fun, just typing out some thoughts for myself. I've always been a little anti-social. Partly due to not having many friends when I was younger and forced to be a loner, partly due to a touch of social anxiety. Even when I had chances to socialize, I'd often prefer to stay home and not deal with the accompanying stress interacting with new people and situations can bring me. But of course at the same time I wanted friends and love, but often the two were in direct conflict. This helped lead to bouts of depression and other bad thoughts. I got better over the years, but those underlying feelings and issues are always there, waiting to bubble to the surface if I let them. Last month I let the big old D break loose and take over. Between the stresses of work, finances, and the general state of the world since allowing would be authoritarians take over is now okay...just got to be too much for me. When that happens it takes all my strength just to go to my job. Outside of that all I want to do is play video games or watch TV. Anything to distract me from reality. Ironically, when I'm like this I lack the ability to be creative and write anything. In fact anything sexual doesn't interest me, though another helping of irony is I'll masturbate and cum often, but usually not enjoy it, so why do I bother? Who knows. My thoughts were bleak and dark. I don't want to say dangerous, but at times everything just seemed so damn pointless...

So that's where I was from the end of October until a week or so ago. Snapping out of it now. Started exercising again, which helps on so many levels. Cutting back on drinking. Never had a problem with it, but beers every or every other night don't help any. Getting some creative juices flowing again by creating new silly, sexy captioned photos. Even have a story idea or two I'm hoping to expand upon. My life's issues haven't gone anywhere, but I'm trying to cope with them with a little more health. Fingers crossed!

Secret Mistress

My last post was about my lack of ideas, so naturally that same evening I get inspired to write this short piece. Enjoy!

Victor sat at the intersection waiting for the light to change, unsure which way to go. Right meant work and another dull day. Left meant taking a chance for a once in a lifetime experience. He had been chatting online with Megan for a few months now, and by chatting it was sharing their darkest sexual fantasies with each other. They were both delighted to find how well they matched up. She wanted someone she could completely abuse for her own pleasures. He wanted to be that sex toy for someone, being teased and tortured for her amusement. Outside of fantasies, they knew little about each other, not even each other’s faces. They both had lives they either couldn’t or wouldn’t change. Commitments, responsibilities, bills to pay and people that relied upon them. Chatting online was an escape that excited and frustrated both of them. They lived on the same coast, but still many hours away, so he was surprised one night when she said she’d be taking a vacation soon and would be staying at a hotel only a half hour away.

The car honking behind him snapped him out of his daze. He didn’t realize the light had changed and he still didn’t know what he should do. He knew what he wanted, what he needed, but was it the right thing to do? The car honked again, more angrily. He finally signalled left and sent an email from his phone telling work he came down with something and wouldn’t be in. As he drove towards the unknown he reminisced about their chats. The perverted desires they shared. It caused a familiar stirring in his pants. This happened often lately, ever since he gave control of his orgasms over to her. Victor would spend hours stroking and edging himself for her. It’s been two months since he relinquished control, and two months since he last came. The stirring became a full tent as what he was about to do fully dawned on him. He gradually pushed the accelerator, wanting to chew up the miles as quickly as possible. As his mind kept racing with the possibilities, he was surprised to find he had arrived. After parking the car he sat and took several deep breaths, willing his erection down enough to not be lewd in public.

Once under control, Victor entered the hotel lobby, going straight to the main desk and asked if there was anything for him. The clerk gave him a small envelope. Inside was a room keycard and a note.

Victor,

I’m getting breakfast and exploring the beach and boardwalk. Go to room 1127 and put out the do not disturb sign so I’ll know you’re here.

Megan

Victor gulped. Is this really happening? He hastily shoved the note and card into his pocket and found the elevators. His trembling hand pushed the button marked “11” and the elevator slowly ascended. Finally he was standing outside the door. Even though he knew she wasn’t inside he was both terrified and excited. His erection returned with a vengeance as his hand fumbled inside his pocket trying to fish out the keycard. After a few tries he managed to get it out and into the slot, unlocking the door. He put the do not disturb sign on the handle and quickly closed the door behind him. As he walked into the room he found another note with his name on it.

Victor,

So glad you made it! Remove all of your clothes and put them in the closet. Put on the blindfold, bind your cock and balls, then cuff your hands behind your back. Kneel facing the door and wait for me. That cock better be hard in anticipation when I walk through the door!

Megan

Looking on the bed he saw a padded, buckling blindfold, a small leather contraption with snaps, and a pair of handcuffs, but no key. He stripped off his clothes and folded them into a pile, placing it in the closet. Now naked with an erection leading the way, he grabbed the items from the bed and got himself into position on the floor. Studying the leather piece he sees it can make three loops. One big one to go around the base of his cock and two smaller ones for each ball. It took a few tries to snap it in place, but once he did he knew he had no fear of his erection going anywhere with this on. After that, buckling the blindfold was relatively easy despite his still trembling hands. Once in place his vision was completely lost. He paused before putting on the cuffs, knowing this was the point of no return. Before he could chicken out he clicked them in place behind his back. He was truly trapped now. With no key and no vision, the best he could do would be to blindly stumble out the door naked and probably get arrested. He had no choice but to wait. Kneeling in complete silence and darkness, forced to stay in one position, it takes its toll. Each minute started to feel like an hour and his erection and balls were starting to get uncomfortable.

Mercifully, he heard the front door open. Quickly it closed and he heard the locks turn, “Oh my, what do we have here? You must be Victor?”

He gulped, “Yes, ma’am.”

She cooed, “Mmmm, aren’t you a lovely sight. Is this all for me?”

He slightly jumps when he feels her hands on his shoulders, which makes her laugh. “Yes, ma’am. This is all for you.” He moans when he feels her foot lightly grazing the underside of his cock, causing it to throb in the strap.

“And I can do anything I want with you? Tease this cock until you think you’ll go insane? Take out my frustrations and torture you? Fuck you any way I want? Force you to pamper and worship me like a goddess?”

He moans louder, “Oh god, yes! Please! Use me anyway you want! I just want to please you!”

“Good.” He’s caught off guard when that foot quickly pulls back and forward right into his balls. Victor instinctively tries to cup them, but he’s still cuffed. He wants to lean forward, but her hands are firmly on his shoulders, holding him in place. The straps separate each ball and holds them tight, so the pain was immense, but he was so caught off guard he didn’t even yell or scream, he simply sucked in a large breath. However the next two that hit him did cause him to scream in pain. “Hush now. We don’t want our neighbors to complain.” She released him and he crumpled to the floor. A moment later he felt the cuffs removed from his wrists. Then from behind himself he heard, “You told me so many times how much you love pain and you already look broken. I didn’t come all this way to be disappointed, did I?”

Victor forced himself back to his knees, “No ma’am. I’m sorry. It caught me off guard.”

“We’ll see. For now, my feet hurt from all the walking I did this morning. Be a dear and massage them for me.” Blindly, Victor turned around and crawled towards her voice until his wandering hands found two feet dangling off of the bed. He knelt in front of her and began massaging one foot while the other was free to alternate between tracing up and down the length of his still hard cock and lightly tapping his painfully trapped balls. She had him switch to the other foot, but she still continued the tracing and tapping. Once she was satisfied, “Mmmm, that’s nice. Now my calves.” As he worked her muscles, she was no longer using her feet on him, but his cock was still painfully hard. When she had him move up to her thighs he thought he would explode without being touched. He had to resist the temptation for his hands to wander just a few more inches north. He desperately wanted to touch and please her, but not without her permission first. She had him linger on her thighs longer than the rest of her legs, knowing it was driving him crazy and helping to raise her own excitement as well.

When she couldn’t take any more she had him climb onto the bed and lay on his back. He felt something soft being tied around his wrists and fished under his back, maybe the belt from the hotel robe? Once satisfied his hands were secured at his side, she kneeled on the bed, one leg on either side of his head, facing his overly engorged cock. “This next part should be easy for you. Just lick and lay as still as possible.” Before he could say a word he felt her ass envelope his face, with her pussy resting on his mouth. Breathing was extremely difficult, but he didn’t care as he immediately began licking, hoping to satisfy her. His efforts were rewarded as he felt her hand begin lightly stroking his cock. He felt like a guitar string being tuned too high and was certain he was going to pop soon. That is until the gentle hand became a fist and started raining punches on his balls. He screamed into her and instinctively raised his legs. She growled at him, “I told you to stay still! Lay still and take it! And don’t stop licking!” She emphasized the last command with a punch after each word. Victor tried his hardest to not move. He wanted so desperately to impress her, but the pain was agonising as each hit compounded upon the last, making it increase exponentially.

Occasionally she would stop her onslaught and go back to light stroking. Of course his cock never faltered during the abuse, but he was starting to get light headed between the pain endorphins and the excitement making it more difficult to breath. Somehow through it all he never stopped licking, and his efforts paid off as Megan screamed out in pleasure as she came on his face. As she did, his cock and balls finally got a break while she ignored them, lost in the orgasm that overtook her. She leaned forward, breaking contact with his tongue and finally allowing him to gulp down some much needed oxygen. “God, did I need that!” Without another word she got off the bed, leaving him there panting and sweating, covered in her juices with a very angry looking set of cock and balls.

A few minutes later she returned and brought a straw to his mouth, telling him to drink. Victor happily gulped down some water, not realizing how thirsty he had become. They laid there as Megan gently stroked his chest, telling him how impressed he was taking the abuse. After a few moments she asked, “Ready for round two?”

His cock was still bound and unbearably hard, “Yes, ma’am!” Silently, she left the bed and returned and he felt what he assumed was a condom going onto his cock. Was it finally his turn? He throbbed at the stimulation and anticipation of releasing his two months of cum. Then his arms were unbound.

“I haven’t had a good, hard fucking in a long time. Think you can give me one, slave?”

Jesus, can he? He feels like he’ll cum after one thrust. “I can try, but I’m so turned on I might cum pretty fast.”

“Oh, no. I don’t think you will. You still don’t have permission. The condom is just a precaution. In fact, if you cum before I say, I’m going to cuff your hands, feed you every drop that’s in the condom and send you out in the hallway blindfolded and buck naked. So I’m going to lay back and let you have your way with me. All you have to do is fuck me and not cum. Easy, right?”

“Ma’am, can you please remove the cock harness? I think it would help me please you if it was off.”

“Not a chance! You can’t see it, but it’s making your cock bulge and swollen. I just have to feel that inside of me! Now stop stalling and get to work!” She laid down and helped position him between her legs and guided his cock inside of her. They both moaned as he slid in completely. He started slowly, terrified of having an accident. Somehow, he was ok. Most likely due to her threat, though he wonders if the harness is actually helping too? Gaining confidence he goes a little faster and harder, much to her delight. He’s good for a few minutes but can feel the long overdue orgasm approaching, so he slows a bit. Then he starts taking more shallow thrusts, but Megan is having none of that. “C’mon, don’t tease me! Harder! Faster!” He obeys but soon has to stop as he gets close to the edge. “Oh god, don’t stop!”

Panting, he replies, “I’m sorry, I’m getting close. I have to take a break.”

She chuckles, “Good boy. Tease yourself with my pussy. But don’t make me wait too long!”

For the next hour Victor did he best to please her, but the amount of time he could thrust grew shorter while his breaks were getting longer. Growing impatient, Megan growled, “Ugh! You’re starting to drive me crazy! Finish me off with your tongue. Now!” Victor immediately slid down the bed and buried his face between her legs, pleasuring her with his mouth. It wasn’t very long before he was rewarded with her second orgasm of the day. After she calmed down she said, “Well that was nice, but I still want some hard fucking! Guess I’ll have to do it myself. Stay here.” And just like that she was off the bed. Victor laid down wondering what was next. He could hear what sounded like belt buckles, but wasn’t sure what she was doing. That is until she had him get on all fours and he felt her lubing up his ass. His suspicions were confirmed when she climbed onto the bed behind him and he felt something cold and rigid pushing into him. Victor tried his best to relax and let it inside. It wasn’t long before she was thrusting in and out, going faster and harder. Same as he was earlier, only this time there was no danger of cumming and going soft. On and on she went. Victor had no idea how long he was being fucked, but he was starting to get sore and she showed no signs of slowing down. Instead of begging to stop, he grit his teeth and took it...like a good slave.

Eventually, she tired and slowly pulled out. “Now that’s how you give a good fucking, slave. Remember that.”

Victor collapsed onto the bed, “Yes, ma’am.” She got them more water and finally removed the harness, giving his cock and balls a much needed break. The condom was then removed, which disappointed him a little. He was hoping he’d be allowed to fill it, but was also glad he passed the test and isn’t in the hallway right now! The dull ache in his balls never left from the beating and somehow his cock deflated a bit. She again caressed his chest, offering words of encouragement and gratitude for being a good slave.

“Well, as much as I’ve enjoyed this, it’s starting to get late, and you made me miss lunch! So I want you to get on the floor on your knees facing me and start stroking yourself. I want a show while I have a snack. I want you as close to the edge as you can get and stay there. Obviously, no cumming!”

Victor crawled to the floor and took his cock in his hands. It was hard in no time and took very little effort to get himself to the edge. The true effort, he found, was staying there without giving himself the orgasm his entire being was screaming and begging for him to deliver. He knew better than to beg out loud, he only wished she would eventually have mercy and let him explode. He had no idea how long he had been on edge or how much longer he could keep doing it. It took very little stimulation to hold him there, but all of his strength to stay there. The strain must have been obvious on his face as Megan asked, “Does my slave need a break?”

Panting, he replied, “Oh god, yes ma’am, please!”

She laughed, “Ok, put your hands on your head and take three deep breaths, and don’t move.” He did as she commanded and after the third breath felt her foot connect with his balls again. Not as hard as the first time, but hard enough. He started to try to cover up but quickly caught himself and did his best to stay in position. She followed it up with several more kicks, “Break’s over, back to the edge!” Victor lost count how many times they repeated this cycle. He’d edge for a bit, she’d “mercifully” give him a break by busting his balls. He desperately wanted this to stop and considered just cumming everywhere, consequences be damned. But at the same time he hoped this went on forever!

“Ok slave, I’m going to give you a chance to cum. Would you like that?”

“Yes! Please, I’ll do anything.”

She laughed again, “Careful, I might hold you to that. For now hands on your head. If you can cum while I kick you, then you have my permission. I’m not going to stop until you ether cum or beg me not to let you cum. Ready?” Oh god, he thought, she must have remembered when he told her about the time he came from hitting himself in the balls. But that was only one time when he was a much younger man. And his balls are already so tender and sore.

True to her word she was relentless, kicking him over and over. He did his best to hold out but he never had an orgasm. Instead he begged, “Please, please don’t let me cum today! Oh god, no more, I don’t want to cum!”

“Poor dear, guess you just aren’t horny enough yet. Maybe a couple more months will do the trick.” Victor could only groan as he rolled onto his side, cupping his tender, swollen balls. She leaned down next to him and whispered into his ear, “I had so much fun with you today, slave. But I think it’s time to go. I’m going to go hop in the shower. I want you to be gone before I’m done. This way you’ll have no idea if that woman you pass on the street is the one who just abused you all day. I want to leave you wondering for awhile. If you’re a good boy, maybe we’ll do this again some day.” After a peck on the cheek she left him and soon he could hear the shower running.

Slowly, he removed the blindfold and took several minutes for his eyes to adjust. He raised his sore body from the floor and retrieved his clothes from the closet. Each step was an adventure as his very sore balls reminded him of what they endured today. He took a long look at the bathroom door, so tempted to go in and join her, but instead he left the room and went back to his car. Looking at the clock it was almost 5pm! For eight glorious hours he was this woman’s slave, and he still has no idea what she looks like. The thought was both frustrating and exciting. The drive home was slow, his only companions the radio, his sore balls, and hard cock. He was not a religious man, yet found himself praying they would do this again soon.

Not Much Going On

I created this mainly for my stories, but haven't been writing much lately. Been spending most of my creativity making captioned images for my BDSMlr blog. I have some ideas and started writing a few, but haven't had the inspiration to finish any, obviously.

One is about a guy who is obsessed with the occult and summons a succubus for his own perverted desires. Though she's his captive, she ends up turning the tables on him. Tease and denial and what not naturally ensues.

Another was a guy answering an online personal ad that sounds like a scam, but turns out to be legit. The woman is a millionaire looking for the perfect slave for her. She has an extensive process to narrow it down which would involve various endurance tests for the slaves for orgasm control and pain tolerance. I'm starting to think it might be better to have it be slaves applying for jobs at a new vacation resort for dominant women. What better fantasy than being paid to be a slave?

An older story I should revisit is very loosely based on my college days and a relationship I had there. A dorm room domme. I've written a lot for it, maybe too much. It might be a rambling mess, but there's a lot of good stuff in there too.

I've also had an idea for a non-erotic novel. It's a coming of age type story, and does involve a guy's first girlfriend and sexual experiences, but when I start writing that part I too easily fall into my pervert habits and make it overly sexual. Need to rein that part of me back in, which is so difficult sometimes.

So yeah, instead of progress on any of that, I've been making captions. Also using that as a way to tease myself. Using one of the posts, every like or reblog of it I add a day I have to wait to orgasm and try to edge myself as much as I'm able each day. As of now it's only 8 days (plus the week or so before that since I last had an orgasm). The post is here. I'm allowed to release on Tuesday Sept 3rd. Feel free to add to my denial or just enjoy what I've created.

Thanks for reading!

What are Friends for?

Emily and Julie, two good friends having lunch together.  Emily is almost forty and has been happily married for the past ten years.  Julie is just over forty and has been unlucky in love.  Both are very attractive women who look younger than their ages.

"So how's it going with your new fella, what's his name again?  Jim?" asked Emily, always hopeful Julie would find someone some day.

"Ugh, don't get me started.  Turns out he's been living with someone for a few years!  They're practically engaged.  I feel sorry for [b]that[/b] girl.  At least I found out now and was able to tell him off without being too hurt."

"Ouch, sorry babe, that sucks."

"Meh, I'll get over it, like I said I feel worse for that poor girl he's with.  You don't know how lucky you are, Em.  That Victor of yours is a good one."

Emily smiles wide, "Yeah, he's not too shabby."

"It's just so aggravating that there are guys like that out there.  And that they can get away with it!  Sometimes I wish I could just give them a few swift kicks in the nuts!"

Both of the ladies laugh loudly at this.  "Oh you never know, Jules, he might be into that and love it!"  They both laugh even louder.

"Oh Em, you're crazy!  But could you imagine?  Wow, what a stress reliever that would be!"

An idea started formulating in Emily's head.  "I'll bet.  Seriously, though.  If you had a guy who was willing to, you know, let you beat his balls a bit, would you?"

Julie laughed at first, but once she noticed Emily wasn't laughing, she simply stopped and stared at her.  "Emily, what exactly are you trying to tell me?"

"Well, what I'm saying is I might know someone who would be willing, if you wanted to that is.  No committments or anything, just a guy who you could tie up and take your frustrations out on, and best of all he'd thank you for it.  You interested?"

Julie's mouth hung wide open, wondering where this was coming from.  She knew Emily was always a little crass and pretty open about her sex life, it's some of the things she liked about her, but she never expected something like this.  Once she didn't answer right away, "Sorry, sorry Julie, forget I said anything.  I didn't mean to freak you out."

"No.  Don't be sorry.  Tell me more."

"Great, but no matter what, this can't leave this table.  Dead serious on this one, ok?"

"Jeez, now I really need to know.  Sure, whatever you say, so who is this guy and how would this work?"

"It's Victor."  Now that Julie's mouth is hanging open in shock yet again, let's leave the ladies to discuss the details, and introduce you to Victor.  He's an average guy, good person, loves his wife and treats her well.  What you wouldn't know, is that deep down he's a kinky boy.  He's very submissive sexually, and very much a masochist.  Unfortunately for him, Emily doesn't really share his kinks.  She indulges him from time to time, and he always loves it when she does, but he always craves it more often and with more intensity.  Little does he know, he's about to get his wish.

Fast forward to Friday night, Victor and Emily chatting over the dinner table.  Just the usual conversation, work, friends, family.  Then the subject of weekend plans came up.  Victor had nothing in mind, so Emily spoke up.  "Well, I did have an idea for us.  I was thinking how it's been awhile since I tied you up."  That got Victor's attention, in more ways than one.  "Oh really?" he asked.

"Yes.  So if you'd like, we could spend tomorrow with you tied to the bed and me teasing and torturing you.  What do you think?"  This week Emily discovered she has quite the talent for shocking people into looking like trout, as Victor sat there for a moment with his mouth agape.  "Uh, yeah, yeah, that sounds great.  So what did you have in mind?"

"Oh no, don't want to ruin any surprises.  In fact, let's just drop it for tonight.  After dinner, let's snuggle on the couch and watch a movie then head to bed.  Just leave tomorrow to me, all you'll need to do is let me tie you to the bed and then just take what you're given.  Ok?"  Victor can only nod.  The rest of the night is a mysterty to him as his thoughts constantly wander to tomorrow and what it might hold for him.  Excitement is an understatement.  Before he knows it, they're in bed ready to go to sleep.  But Victor is like a kid on Christmas Eve, and he wants to open his presents early.  He starts kissing Emily and cupping a breast, expecting to get shutdown but surprised when he doesn't.  Instead he feels her hands grope inside his boxers.  Quickly he's hard as she strokes him gently.  As they continue kissing, his own hand roams south, under her panties and on to her clit.  Gently he rubs as she moans into his mouth, all the while her hands dance around his cock.

Even though she's teasing him, he's not concerned.  They've played this game many times when they were too tired or not enough time for sex.  Instead they'd play with each other, taking turns.  First Emily would cum, then she'd return the favor.  And here she goes.  Emily's body starts tensing, she breaks the kiss so she can scream out "Yes" and "Oh my god!"  Victor plants kisses on her neck, slowing his massage of her sex as she eases down from her orgasmic high, finally stopping all together.  Emily smiles and gives him another kiss, "That was wonderful.  Well good night, we have a long day ahead of us!"  And just like that, she rolls over to go to sleep, pulling his arm around her so they can spoon.

"Um, sweetheart, do you think you could take care of me now?"

"No, silly.  You need to save it for tomorrow.  Here."  She moves his hand to her breast and grinds her butt into his erection, "That should help, now get some sleep!"  She gives him one final kiss before settling in.  Victor knows better than to push it, he doesn't want to jeopardize her plans for tomorrow.  It takes some time, thanks to his physical excitement and all of the possibilities running through his head for the weekend, but eventually sleep takes him as well.

Come morning, Emily awoke craving pancakes.  Victor was happy to oblige, "Sounds good, let's go to the diner."

"No, I want homemade pancakes.  Would you be a sweetheart and make us some?"  Victor knew it was futile to resist, so an hour later they were at the table enjoying breakfast.  He wanted nothing more than to get started or at least talk about what was to come, but Emily was feigning ignorance and chit chatting about nothing.  He started to worry she had forgotten all about it!

"So I was having lunch with Julie the other day.  Poor girl, just can't seem to find the right guy.  And she's getting kind of bitter about it.  What do you think about Julie?"

"I like her just fine, you know that."

"No, that's not what I mean.  If we weren't married, would you be into her?  Do you think she's cute or anything?"

Victor smells a trap, but answers anyway.  "Well yeah, I mean I never really thought about her like that, but she's attractive and fun to hang out with.  Where are you going with this?"  Truth is, Victor thinks she's pretty hot.  If he wasn't married, he definitely would be asking her out.

"Just curious, she seems to have a hard time with guys, wondering if you saw something I didn't.  Forget about it, why don't you clean up the table, I'm going to hop in the shower, come join me when you're done."  He didn't need to be told twice.  Breakfast was cleared quickly, and moments later he was showering with his wife.  It wasn't the experience he was hoping for, he tried to "help" her a few times but she shooed his hands away, and she kept her owns hands to herself.  They finished and toweled off.

"Once you're dry, don't bother getting dressed.  Go upstairs, get some toys out, put on the cuffs, sit on the bed and wait for me."  Victor did as he was told.  The cuffs were simple velcro straps that went on each wrist and ankle, with a metal D-ring on each.  He put those on and brought out all the basic toys he could find.  Mainly, a blindfold, ball gag, a couple vibrators and a few hitting implements.  They had some other items, but figured this was good enough.  So he sat naked, except for the cuffs, already hard from the anticipation, and waited.  Emily came upstairs wearing only a towel.  "Put on the ball gag, make it tight."  He did as told, but needed Emily's help to fasten it behind his head.  "Now lie back on the bed and spread 'em."  Again he complied, and Emily brought up the ropes that are always tied to the four feet of the bed and fastened one to each limb so that Victor was spread out very wide, not able to move much and certainly not going anywhere until Emily released him.  "Now let's put on this blindfold."  And now darkness.  Then the radio came on and she turned it up, so now he was blind and mostly deaf.  Victor lightly moaned around his gag when he felt her grab his cock.  She put something up against it, lying along the top of it if he were standing, then something being wrapped around holding it in place.  Once she turned it on, he realised it was one of the small vibrators.  It's about 6 inches long and fit nicely along the shaft, but where she put it would only keep him excited, and never make him cum,  Of course she was well aware of this.  Then she was at his ear, "I'm going to finish getting ready, just sit tight."  Then he was alone, or maybe he wasn't, he had no way to know for sure.  He only knew he couldn't move and his cock was dancing and vibrating, making him hornier by the second.

Meanwhile, Emily grabbed her phone and gave Julie a call, "Hey Jules, all set?  Great, see you in a bit!"  Then she went about getting ready herself.  She couldn't wait to see the look on Victor's face!

A half hour later, Victor is where we left him, but now with pre-cum oozing out of his cock.  Suddenly, the vibrator is removed, and then the radio is turned off.  A moment later Emily is back at his ear, "Now Victor, here's what I have planned for today.  I just want to make sure you're on board, because once we start we're not stopping until I say so.  Either nod or shake your head, does this sound good?"  Victor nods.  "Here's what's going to happen to you, you're going to stay tied up, you're going to be teased," a nod, "your balls are going to get beaten," a bigger nod, "you may not get to cum today," another nod, but slightly reluctant.  "And did I mention your balls getting beaten?  I can't stress that enough.  I know you're always saying how you want merciless torture like that, well today I think you're going to get it.  So are you sure that's what you want?"  No hesitation, just a big nod.

What Victor did not know was that this questioning was not for his benefit, but for Julie's.  She's been in the room the entire time.  Since she and Emily had lunch, she's been doing a little research online about S&M, mainly CBT, and was amazed at what she found, but she still couldn't believe any guy would do that willingly, let alone her best friend's husband!  She also couldn't believe how much the whole idea turned her on!  So even though she was very willing to take Emily up on her offer and "play" with Victor, she was still very apprehensive about hurting him.  The little Q&A session was to help put her mind at ease so she could relax and enjoy this.

The two of them had worked out how the day would go.  Emily hated the idea of hurting Victor, she only did it once in awhile because it seemed to make him happy.  So for her, this was a way to make his fantasies come true and help out a friend, while she had fun at the same time.  So Emily would deliver pleasure, while Julie dished out pain.  She handed Julie the small leather slapper, but didn't see what else she wanted.  "Tsk tsk, naughty boy, I said put out all the toys."  She went over to the nightstand and brought out a set of small leather straps.  It was a combination cock ring and ball spreader, which she snugly put in place.  Now each testicle was seperated and on display, completely vulnerable for what was to come.  Emily got up on the bed, straddling over Victor's head.  She motioned for Julie to get closer, but they were trying to keep her presence a surprise for now.  The girls brought a small clock in the room with a second hand.  Their plan to start was simple, Emily would play with his cock for a minute, Julie would torture it for a minute, rinse and repeat until they got bored.

As far as Victor knew, Emily was doing everything.  He felt her first licking and sucking his cockhead, but this only lasted a minute until he felt a light tap on his balls, followed by a few more.  He was surprised, and a little disappointed, by how gently she was hitting him.  But the next one got his attention making him grunt into the gag.  That was followed by about ten or so more, all with the same force.  Then they were gone, and he felt her hands gently stroking up and down his shaft, but the blows left him trying to catch his breath.

Julie had no idea how hard she should hit.  She figures those things are so sensitive, it shouldn't take much, so she started gentle.  After each one, she kept looking to Emily for guidance, each time she was motioning for her to go harder.  Finally, she said what the hell and gave them a good whack.  Em gave her the thumbs up, so she continued until the rest of her minute was up.  She really had to resist the temptation to keep going, damn was this exciting!

The stroking was short lived and was replaced by sqeezing on his balls this time.  She has one in each hand, and was slowly applying more pressure.  Quickly, it became overwhelimg and he started loudly moaning into the gag.  Then this too stopped and her mouth was back, now taking him fully inside her.  Now she was pinching his balls, god he hated that.  Back to stroking, firm and fast this time, but before he could even get close to cumming the slapping returned, harder than before.  He has no idea how long this went on.  She was just alternating from making him feel great to abusing him.  It was a bit maddening, but he loved it, especially when she started smothering him during the painful parts.

The ladies were having just as much fun.  Emily was enjoying the teasing, and when it was Julie's turn, Emily would sit back so his moans and screams would be muffled by her behind, and the vibrations they made felt great too.  As for Julie, she never felt this powerful before, and god was it making her wet!  She felt like she could do this all day, but something was missing.  At this point she was still too embarrassed to admit it out loud, but she wanted to see his face and hear him scream and beg.  So she motioned to Emily that she was ready to move on.

Finally, everything stopped.  No more hitting or stroking, and he felt Emily get off of the bed.  The radio came back on, the vibrator back on his cock, but this time a couple closthepins are attached to each testicle.  He was left alone again being teased and tortured at the same time.  He wasn't sure what got into Emily, she's never been this into it before, but he loves it!  Plus, it looks like she has a long day planned.  Victor only hopes he hasn't bitten off more than he can chew, but this is exactly what he's been wanting.

Meanwhile downstairs, "So what do you think so far?" asked Emily, "Seems like you were really into it."

Julie blushed a bit, "Did it show that much?"

"Hey, nothing to be embarrassed about, I'm glad you're enjoying it.  I'm sure Victor is too.  So why did you stop, want to try something different?"

She was reluctant to admit, but she figured if she couldn't tell Emily then who else?  "Actually, I could have kept doing that all day, but to be honest, even though I know it's hurting him, I want to be able to see it in his eyes.  I want him to be begging me to stop.  God, I sound like such a perverted freak, but this is so thrilling!" she said smiling.

"There's nothing wrong with that.  Ok, but I don't think I'm ready to let him know you're here yet.  I've got it..."

Victor has always had a love/hate relationship with the clips and pinching, and these have been on for awhile and are starting to get to him.  At least there's the teasing vibrator to help make it bearable, but he's hoping Emily comes back soon for whatever she has in store next.

"Oh Em, I don't know, are you sure you'd be ok with that?  It wouldn't be weird for you?"

"Absolutely.  As long as you're comfortable with it, it's fine by me.  I want you to enjoy yourself today.  So are we good?"

Julie takes a deep, excited breath, "Yeah, we're good.  Let's get back!"

Victor is relieved when the clips are removed, but only for a moment as new pain arrives when the blood flows back.  While moaning at the pain, the vibrator is removed as well, and to his surprise, so is the ball gag.  Moments later, the gag is replaced with Emily's pussy.  Victor wastes no time and starts licking and pleasing her, and is soon rewarded with her mouth on his cock.  They stay in this 69 position for quite some time, he doing his best to get her off, she doing her best to keep him on edge.  They're both successful as Emily sits up and cums loudly on his face, leaving his cock hard and neglected.  Once she settles down she rolls off and purrs into his ear, "Good boy, did you like making me cum?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Would you like to do that again for me?"

Victor is surprised, usually Emily is too sensitive to want more so soon, "Yes ma'am."

"Hmmmm, I don't think I believe you.  You're going to have to convince me."

Julie felt a little strange at first, watching her friends 69 each other as if it was a porno shoot just for her.  Instead, she closed her eyes and started touching herself, just listening to the sounds they were making.  She just teased herself, not wanting to cum just yet, until she heard Emily finish.  She stopped and opened her eyes as Emily got off the bed and motioned her to come over.  Now it was her turn to "convince" him to do it again.  She started simple, grabbing both his balls and rythmically squeezing.  Gently at first, but increasing the pressure with each squeeze.  It wasn't long before Victor was squriming, trying to get away, but to no avail.  She kept this up until he started moaning with every squeeze, but then that just encouraged her to squeeze harder starting to get lost in her excitement.  Finally, Victor's moans turned into one word, "Please."

Julie couldn't help herself as she whispered, "Please what?"

She was afraid she revealed herself, ruining the surprise, but he must be too wrapped up in what's happening to notice the different voice as he weakly responded, "Oh god, Emily, please stop."

Feeling bolder, she crawls up his body, puts her lips by his ear and whispers, "No."

Victor couldn't believe the pain Emily was causing him, and she hasn't even hit them!  He squirmed, moaned, then finally gave in, asking her to stop.  Something seemed different about her voice, but he chalked it up to his mind playing tricks from coping with the pain.  He was so relieved when she finally stopped her torments, and then felt her crawling up on top of him.  Feeling her breasts, wrapped in something lacy, drag along his body.  Was it his imagination, or did they seem bigger?  He assumed she was done with this game and ready to fuck him.  Instead, he felt her very close and simply whisper, "No."  That one word made his cock throb and bounce as she slowly crawled back down his body, and he knew he was in for a long day.

Once Julie was back down, she grabbed his balls again.  This time instead of squeezing, she slapped them.  Like the squeezing, she kept a steady rythym, one slap every couple of seconds, gradually hitting harder each time.  Already tender, it didn't take long for Victor to start his squriming and thrashing in his bonds, and shortly after the moaning and little yelps began.  Julie still couldn't believe anyone would willingly take this.  It was obvious he was in great pain, he knew what was going to happen, but he let himself be tied to the bed and is taking as much as he can.  With each slap she gets more comfortable.  Every hit she lets the kind and caring side give way to the sadistic bitch inside her.  She got such a rush just from hearing him say that one word, "Please."  She was determined to hear it again, and much more, so she doubled her efforts.

This is the part Victor enjoys most.  Nonstop smacking and helpless to stop it. Soon, he'll get to the point where he'll want it to stop, will beg her to stop, but deep down wants his pleas to fall on deaf ears and have it continue.  He's always wanting his limits pushed, but knows Emily is too kind to do so.  He doesn't blame her, he knows he's the odd one in this relationship, but it doesn't stop his cravings.  Suddenly, the slaps are coming quicker and he moans louder.  The moaning seems to spur her on and she keeps the pace but goes harder.  He tries to keep from crying out, from begging, he knows once he does the game might end since Emily doesn't quite understand that just because he's crying out for mercy that he doesn't really want it.  But she is relentless and he doesn't think he can hold out much longer.

Julie is starting to get lost in what she's doing.  She read about sub-space, but it feels like she's falling into some sort of domme-space.  It's like a drug and she can't get enough, watching him wince and struggle and squirm and moan and now starting to articulate the pain with ohs and ows.  But still not begging for mercy, and that's what she wants to hear, so she continues.  Without her realizing, her open hand turns into a fist, probably due to frustration for not yet getting what she wants.  Now the slaps are punches and she's quickly rewarded with that one word again, "Please."  That only encourages her to keep going.  "Ow, oh, please...please stop...no more, please, no more."

She has stopped caring about keeping herself secret awhile ago, "That's it Victor, beg.  Beg for me."  And he does.  He begs for it to stop, for mercy, for just a short respite from the torture.  He promises to do anything she wants, if only she'll stop.  Instead she taunts him, "No.  You're not doing it right.  Convince me," and her pace quickens.  She's oblivious to the look of worry on Emily's face.  All she sees is the suffering on his.  The suffering that she's causing.  The suffering that has her so hot!

For the first time, Victor is wondering if he's in over his head.  He and Emily have never discussed a safeword before.  Partly because he didn't want an out, and partly because she never even came close to making him need one.  Now he's seriously regretting it.  He's begging and pleading, but it won't end.  She wants to be convinced, but he has no idea how.  And he can't believe how hard is cock still is, betraying him.  Finally it clicks.  Convince her.  "Please, please let me lick your pussy again!"  And just like that, the beating stops.

"Well why didn't you say so?" Julie teases.  She lets go of his balls and moves her way up his body, turning around and ending up sitting on his face.  He licks once then stops.  Annoyed, she gives another smack to his balls and that gets him going.  She sighs in delight, sitting back and enjoying his tongue on her sex.

Victor is so relieved she stopped.  He can't believe this is Emily doing this to him, when it finally dawns on him...maybe it isn't?  The voice does sound different, and when she sits on his face he thinks she's a little bit heavier than before and is having a harder time breathing.  When he starts to lick he knows for sure this isn't Emily, and that realization freezes him in his tracks, but a quick smack to his balls makes whoever is on him irrelevant, he has a job to do.  So he does his best to please this stranger.  His mind races, wondering who it could be.  Did Emily hire someone?  A pro-domme or an escort?  Did she take an ad out on Craigslist?  It couldn't be a friend or co-worker...could it?  As he's trying to sort it out, the mystery woman suddenly pushes down harder on his face, cutting off his air supply completely, as an orgasm rips through her.  Just as he's afraid he'll pass out, she eases up giving him a chance to catch his breath...barely.  He slows and eventually stops licking, assuming she'll be too sensitive like Emily gets.

Quite simply, Julie has never had a better orgasm in her life.  As she comes back down, she purrs, "Good boy, Victor, I think you deserve a reward."  She motions for Emily to join in, but first gives his balls another smack.  "But I didn't say to stop, I want more!"  Instantly, she feels his tongue get back to work as Emily comes over and takes his cock into her mouth.  Like Victor, she can't believe how rock hard he still is.  She starts slowly, kissing and licking, doing her best to tease and keep him on edge.  Meanwhile, Julie is enjoying the ride, knowing it will take her much longer to come the second time around.

For now, Victor has stopped worrying about who is sitting on his face.  As he licks her towards another orgasm, his wife, at least he assumes it's Emily, is sucking on his cock.  At this point, he wouldn't be surprised if five different women are in the room with him.  He just wishes she would stop teasing and just let him explode in her mouth.  Now that he's been away from the pain for a bit, he is extremely horny.  But he has no illusions about cumming anytime soon, so he enjoys the sensations he is receiving and keeps his tongue busy.

The ladies keep this up until Julie cums two more times.  After the third, Julie leans forward, and surprising them both, she pulls Emily's mouth off his cock and replaces it with her own lips.  The two kiss passionately for a moment, while Victor keeps his tired tongue moving, oblivious to it all.  Julie is the first to break the kiss, "Victor honey, you can stop now.  That's a good boy."  They both reposition themselves and lie down on the bed, one on either side of the panting man, and idly trace their fingers on his, and each other's, body.

As they rest contentedly, Victor is still tense.  He's dying to know who's in the room with him.  He's hoping his sore balls are spared more abuse.  He's aching to cum.  He wants to be freed so he can get all of these things, but at the same time he desperately hopes he's denied so this game can continue.  This is exactly what he's been craving for so long and would hate to have it end now.  Still, he figures it won't hurt to ask, so he breaks the silence, "So, is one of you Emily?"

The girls laugh loudly.  Emily puts a finger to her lips to hush Julie and assures him, "I'm still here.  Are you having a good time?"

"Yes, very much, but who else is here?"

"Tsk tsk, that's still a secret.  She's just someone who likes to play rough.  Do you like it?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good, I'm glad.  I was afraid it was a little too much for you.  I think our friend wants to play some more, are you ok with that?  She's really enjoying herself and I'd hate to disappoint her."

Victor took a deep breath, "To be honest it was a bit much, at least more than I've ever taken.  But this is exactly what I've been wanting, so yes, I'd like to play some more."

Julie leans into his ear and whispers, hoping to keep her voice disguised now that he's no longer distracted, "Are you sure you want more?  Are you sure you can take it?"

His cock responds before his voice, throbbing and bouncing off his stomach, "Y-yes, yes ma'am."

"Convince me!"

Victor starts asking for more, begging for more. All the while, Emily has started gently rubbing his cock with her fingers, while Julie has been gently rubbing herself with hers.  The girls let him go on for a bit, until Emily breaks in, "Ok, that's enough, you convinced me.  I'll let her play with you some more, but if she gets carried away I don't think I can stop her, so I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.  We're going to leave the room for a bit, but I have something which should help soothe your balls while we're gone."  Emily puts the vibrator back on his cock, while Julie puts a big glob of cream on her fingers and rubs it all over his balls and his cockhead.  They giggle as they leave the room.

At first the cream is cool and soothing, Victor even sighs in relief.  He hears the girls leave and tries to relax, but then the coolness fades and gets hotter, then hotter still.  Suddenly, his balls are on fire.  He moans and cries out, again squirming and thrashing in his bonds, but it's impossible to escape the constant burning.  He's guessing they put some kind of Icy Hot on him...he should have guessed.  He has no choice but to endure and wait for it to fade, and of course he's completely erect the entire time thanks to the vibrator.

The ladies are in the kitchen, grabbing a drink and quick snack.  Neither is sure what to say to the other, but Emily finally breaks the ice, "So what happened to you in there?  I thought I was going to have to drag you off of him, was worried for a bit."

Julie bites her lips and blushes, "Yeah, I know, sorry.  It was all such a huge rush.  I never felt so...so...I don't know, I can't really explain it."

"Turned on?" Emily adds with a grin.

"Well yeah, there's that, but so much more.  Sorry if I worried you, I'll try and hold back."

"Oh no, you better not.  Yeah, I was worried at the time, but you heard him...he loves it!  As long as you're not breaking my favorite toy, go to town.  Just one more thing though...about that kiss..."

"Oh god, I'm so embarrassed.  I don't know what came over me," then Julie smiled, "but you didn't seem to mind it much."

Now it was Emily's turn to blush, "Truth be told, you aren't the first woman I've kissed.  I've never considered myself gay, but I like playing with women as much as men."

"Em!  I had no idea!  Well you were my first."

"And?"

"And I wouldn't mind doing it again."

Emily smiled wide, "Oh boy, Victor is going to lose his mind.  Oh, that gives me an idea..."

He hears them come back in the room.  The vibrator is removed and he feels a warm wash cloth clean up the remaining Icy Hot.  Once clean, he can feel something being placed on his cock...it feels like a condom.  Victor is trying to not get his hopes up too much, fearing it's a trick, but his fears are set aside when he feels someone straddle him and slip his cock inside them.  He only hears a sigh, then Emily tells him, "Don't move, just lie still."  Whoever is on him doesn't move either, but now he hears something else.  Are they kissing?  Just the thought of his wife making out with another woman makes his cock twitch and throb.  They kiss and moan for a few minutes when suddenly his blindold is removed.  It takes a few seconds for his eyes to adjust, but when they do he can't believe what he's seeing.  It's Julie, Emily's friend.  And he's inside her.  And she's kissing his wife.  And his wife's hands are all over Julie's breasts.  He almost came just from the sight, and it took all his willpower not to buck his hips and thrust into her.

He just layed there silently, watching and yearning to be involved.  Julie was the first to stop, "Em, honey, his cock won't stop twitching.  Maybe we should let him play too?"  They both chuckled at that as Emily turned to speak to him, "Ok Victor, here's the game.  Julie really, really wants to hurt you some more, but I thought it would be fun if we untied you and the three of us just fuck for the rest of the day.  So we're going to leave it up to you.  Julie here is going to ride your cock, while I ride your face.  If you want to get untied and have us both, all you need to do is make me cum.  But, if you cum before I do, then Julie gets to have her fun with you.  Ready?"

Well that doesn't sound fair at all.  Like almost any guy, Victor has always dreamed about a three-way, but there was no way he'd last more than two minutes in his current state.  Plus, usually after he has an orgasm he doesn't want anything to do with S&M, it's why he likes the teasing so much, once he cums the games end.  He honestly doesn't know if he could take the abuse Julie is sure to dish out after he has an orgasm.  Before he can protest any of this, Emily is straddling his face.  Knowing he's stuck, he starts licking her with gusto just as Julie starts riding him for all she's worth.  The fear of the torture and his concentrating on his wife is helping him last longer than he thought he could, but he knows it's a losing battle.  Still, he tries all the old tricks.  Thinking about baseball, his job, kittens, anything but the fact that his wife's hot friend is fucking him.  But he's been through so much, been so excited, teased for so long that it's no use.  He's going to cum any second, so he gives in to it.

Emily and Julie are paying little attention to Victor.  He's more a sex toy than a person right now, the girls are too busy concentrating on each other.  Leaned in, kissing lips, stroking breasts.  Julie noticed he was lying still, making her do all the work, no doubt hoping to prolong things, but she'd have none of that.  Soon enough, he starts adding his own thrusts and she knows she has him.  Julie breaks their kiss, "Em, I think our boy's about to blow."

"Oh, such a shame.  Now Victor, you still have to finish me off you know.  So don't you dare stop just because you can't control yourself."  Both ladies giggle at this, "Also, Jules, his cock gets super senstiive after he cums, so you might want to ease up."  She winks and they go back to making out.

Seconds later, Victor has an immense orgasm, for the moment he's in pure bliss and has to force himself to focus enough to keep licking his wife.  But the bliss quickly fades as he realizes Julie hasn't stopped riding him, and it's too much, too intense.  He starts begging and screaming for it to stop, but his cries are muffled by his wife's pussy.

Emily moans as the screams vibrate against her, "Oh he doesn't like that, but god it feels good, don't stop."

Julie pants, "Don't worry, I want mine too."

They continue to kiss, and it isn't long when both women climax together, clinging to each other as they ride the wave, until the three of them are still, each trying to catch their breath.  Emily is the first to move, "Well, I think I need a shower and maybe a nap.  I'll leave you two to your fun."  She gets up, gives both of them a kiss and leaves the room.

Victor can't believe what just happened, or what's about to happen.  His wife abandoned him, leaving him in the hands of this sadistic hottie.  Without a word, Julie gets off of him, disposes of the condom and puts the ball gag back in his mouth.

"Don't want to disturb her nap with your screams, I plan on making this last awhile."