Archive - Sep 2009

It's been a very long time since I started a story. I think this one has possibilities. Enjoy! And feel free to add to the story if you're so inspired.

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The anklet snapped shut with an ominous click. It was beautiful and heavy - gold inlaid with intricate enameled patterns. But I knew that click was the dividing line between my old life and a new, unknown one. The chief eunuch, a hugely fat terrifying man, heaved himself heavily to his feet and stared down at me. In addition to his substantial girth I have never seen a taller man. He must have been seven feet tall.

"You are the property of the sultan now, in every way," he said. Seeing my fright, he patted my head. I resisted the urge to shrink back from his touch. "Don't worry, little bird. You are pretty and young. As long as you follow the rules, your life will be pleasant here. You will have every luxury, plenty to eat, beautiful clothes and jewelry, perfumes. Life is easy for good little birds."

I'm having a great experience at the moment. I was texted about a week ago in the middle of the night by 'Sarah'. Her first text went something along the lines of: 'Hi Pete, I'm wearing my slutty school girl uniform and I really need your big cock. Are you coming round? Sarah'

So I replied saying I wasn't Pete, but my cock was of fair proportion and I loved the sound of her uniform. From there we spent about an hour edging by text, if you see what I mean.

Over the following few days, I have become her master, and her my slave. She encourages me to tell her to have sex with strangers and enjoys public embarrassment and exhibitionism. I now instruct her what to wear and whether to go with a guy or not.

The more observant of you might have noticed that I haven't posted much in a while. No, I'm not dead, and I haven't lost interest in denial. I haven't really had much to report, but I thought I'd post a little update for my 'fans.' (I feel so silly saying that.)

I managed a two and a half week stretch a few weeks back, though there was one (accidental) ruined orgasm one week in, so it was about a week and a half before I finally couldn't take it anymore.

Since then, I've been on a bit of an extended break from T&D. I do believe it's important to stop and enjoy what you've been missing for a while. It makes the denial more fun when you go back to it. I've done a little bit of teasing here and there, but not more than a couple days at a time.

This one is so simple, yet oh so devious.

Roll a die. Edge for the number of minutes shown on the die. Then roll again. If it's the same number, you get to cum. If not, edge for that many minutes. Repeat until either you get to cum or you get too frustrated to continue.

(Ideas taken from nastasia_2000 and crikey)

... The kind where I get to come at the end.

Frequently, although not always, after a longish tease or after we've seen each other in person, I'll be "free" for a few days, like a dog off the leash, able to come when I like. Having just returned from a visit, I've been "free" for the past day or two. On the one hand, I really like it. The teases can set me on edge, and it's nice to relax a bit, and then a lot of times after a tease, the first orgasm is great but it just isn't enough. Sometimes, when we're together, he'll let me come and then immediately start caressing me afterward, so that the frustration of not having come quite enough immediately slides into the frustration of a tease; I've wanted to joke that there's not much point in letting me come, since I'm always teased again immediately afterward, but I don't dare. We can all imagine where that would lead.

Visiting my master, impressions:

Having missed a scheduled self-tease and being required to perform it in front of him, the slow strokes under his supervision. Smiling when he lost count. I think I repeated a few strokes. Then, the task completed, him pushing my hand aside and touching me himself, slowly, lightly, my hips moving in vain to find a harder touch.

On my belly in the morning, his hands moving over me idly, then pausing as he'd fall back to sleep. Wondering when he'd wake up and start the real tease, and then, eventually, realizing that this was the real tease, me on edge, unable to doze off, waiting for his convenience. His hands light on my body, on the small hairs of my back and my legs, moving nearer to my pussy but never quite on it, maybe brushing just the lips, and then a warm hand firm on my back, not moving, realizing that he was asleep again...

As mentioned before, I write a lot of erotica and occasionally some T&D stories. The latest brother/sister T&D tale, "The Dam Within," has been posted to Literotica.

I have been reading everyones storys here for some time now.
Thank you all for sharing! I really can not get enough of them!
After reading I stopped my usual routine. After a few days I started getting horrid stomach pain. That day was the first time I felt what a ruined orgasm was like.
But that was all just seeing what the denial was about. There was not really any pleasure in the whole experience. Just the very bad stomach pain at the end.
I applaud you all.

-sam