Daniel's Denial: A Goddess and the Three Little Slaves

INTRODUCTION

This is a story of Nicole and her denial slave Daniel. Rather than burden the reader with boring exposition, I will create a brief prologue that introduces the situation, so we can move right into the delicious cruelties of extended denial. Nicole and Daniel are a loving couple in their early 30s, with a very special relationship. Though they are tender and devoted, she is definitely the goddess, and can be both loving and vicious. Daniel is utterly committed to her. They are both switches, but Nicole is mostly dominant and Daniel mostly submissive.

Our story begins on the beach by a lake. This is a remote mountain area, where a few families have rustic cabins that have been passed down through the generations. Nicole's parents are elderly and they gave her the cabin a few years ago; they go there no longer. This is the first day of their one-week vacation. It is early in the season and it looks like only one other cabin is occupied. Nicole has made a bet with Daniel that she can seduce its occupants. And so our story begins . . .


THE PREY

"This is the place, right here," said Nicole as she dropped her beach bag. Daniel put down the blanket. "That's it, turn the blanket that way. I can lay down and watch them out of the corner of my eye behind the sunglasses." The persons to be watched were three girls, sitting on blankets perhaps one hundred feet away. Nicole had spotted them going down to the lake this morning. She had not seen them before, and assumed they were borrowing the cabin of one of their parents. Her lust for domination was unquenchable, and Nicole had wondered aloud to Daniel if she would be able to bring them under her spell. Nicole was seductive, to be sure, but Daniel wasn't certain that even the mighty Nicole could enslave three young ladies at once. The bet was that, if she could, Daniel would endure a month without orgasm; on the other hand, if she could not, Nicole would submit to Daniel for month instead. He infrequently had a chance to dominate her; this occurred only when she was in a rare submissive mood, and only for a day or two. More often than not, when Nicole craved a session of denial, she would call one of her girlfriends to come over; the woman would torment Nicole while Daniel watched, naked, strapped to an x-frame, burning with desire for what he could not have. Therefore this was a bet worth taking; if he lost, it would be a month of brutal hell, no doubt with all her friends being invited over to play with him; but if he won, he would have a month to unleash his most wicked and creative fantasies on his mistress.

Nicole laid down at an angle to the girls, such that it was not apparent she was watching them beind her sunglasses. "Okay," she commanded, "bring out the suntan lotion." Daniel knew the plan. He began to smooth the lotion on her back and admired her curves. She was sleek, with olive skin and black hair that she inherited from her Japanese mother. She exercised regularly, and her body was toned, her legs sculpted, her buttocks compact but well-rounded, her breasts high and firm. He relished to chance to touch her and caress her like this. Of course, it was a form of cruelty, since this only increased his desire for her, a desire he would only be able to fulfill when she decided to permit him. She wore her most revealing swimsuit, a sheer, white one-piece that was cut high in the thigh and low in the front, with an open back that ended just at the top of her cheeks. When wet, it was nearly transparent, highlighting her nippples as well as her puffy, shaved mound. When she wore it, both men and women stared, entranced.

"So good, so good," mumbled Nicole. His application of the lotion was more like a massage, something she cherished. His touch always excited her. "Mmmm, they're looking. They're curious. Yes, my curious kittens, do take a long look at my Daniel." He kept his eye on Nicole. As far as those girls knew, this couple wasn't paying any attention to them. They could not have been more wrong.

Nicole lifted her calf and a delicate foot hovered in the air. "Okay, phase two," she mumbled. "Kiss my feet." Daniel complied eagerly, bending his head down and touching his lips to her silky instep. She sighed. She curled her toes, flashing her red-painted nails. He kissed each toe, delicately, lovingly, while Nicole sighed with pleasure. "Wonderful," she whispered. "Now they're leaning over to each other and pointing at us." Daniel lifted her other foot and offered the same gentle devotion.

"Alright, now, it is time for the dance. Pretend we're out of lotion." Daniel put the lotion in motion, shaking the bottle over her back as if trying to get out the last of it. "Here we go," said Nicole. She rose slowly, like a cobra out of a basket, stretching, displaying her figure. Daniel stood, revealing his figure as well--a pulsing erection trapped in tight white bikini briefs. The outline of his manhood was clearly defined in fine detail; the veins, the swollen head. This was part of his submission: Nicole insisted he wear such a swimsuit. Daniel was not an exhibitionist; while he played readily with Nicole's friends, whom he knew, he was embarrassed about putting his package on display in front of strangers. Of course, Nicole delighted in this modesty, and such a display added to his humiliation and reinforced her control over him. "Shall we go?" she said over her shoulder, as she strolled off toward the girls. Daniel followed.

As they neared the girls, Daniel got a better look. One was tall, with long, light brown hair and blonde highlights. Her body was lush, best described as voluptuous, with full, round curves and pendulous breasts. Her skimpy pink bikini was a vivid contrast to her tanned skin; a bit too tan, Daniel thought. The second was also tall, but thin, wearing a modest black bikini. Her skin was dark, not as dark as the first girl's, and her hair was black and lustrous, falling just below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black. Daniel assumed she was Latina. The third was petite, a bit shorter than Nicole; Nicole only came up to Daniel's chin. She wore a white one-piece, but unlike that of Nicole, it was made of thicker material and cut quite modestly. However, like Nicole, her compact body was toned and sculpted, with breasts about a cup smaller than Nicole's. Her skin was fair, and a wide-brimmed straw hat shaded her liquid blue eyes. Her hair was copper-colored and fell down her back in tight curls.

Nicole stopped in front of the trio. "Pardon me ladies, but we've run out of lotion; do you by chance have any to spare?"

"Oh sure," said the voluptuous one, pulling a bottle from a beach bag. Nicole nodded at Daniel and he went to fetch it.

"You know, I've never seen you all before," said Nicole. "I'm Nicole. This is Daniel."

The voluptuous one was Heather, the Latina was Mariel, and the redhead was Colleen. They invited Nicole and Daniel to sit down; Nicole sat at the end of Mariel's blanket and Daniel sat at the end of Colleen's blanket. Nicole noticed that Colleen was simply transfixed on Daniel. Excellent.

"Hey, does anybody need some lotion? My slave can do it for you," asked Nicole.

The girls all sat frozen for a moment, then Heather said, "I do!" She flopped over on her stomach and undid her top straps. She was obviously not shy. Daniel began to smooth lotion on her broad back, and massaged her in the process. She wriggled and sighed, making her enjoyment a little too dramatic. Nicole knew the type: competitive, bossy, always expecting to be the center of attention, and considering it a challenge to steal someone else's boyfriend. Nicole did not like Heather, and made special plans for her suffering.

Nicole chatted with the girls and discovered that they were staying at Heather's parents' cabin. This was their first time here. They had just graduated college and were taking a week to celebrate. Daniel continued to work Heather, who grew bolder as time went by. As he massaged her lower back, she wriggled her butt to entice him. As he caressed her sides, she shifted her arms forward, giving a better view of the sides of her full breasts which pressed out to the sides like muffin tops.

"Hey," said Mariel, "it's my turn!" She rolled over on her tummy and undid her top.

"Attend to Mariel, my slave," said Nicole. He did.

"Why do you keep calling him a slave?" chirped Colleen. She had spoken little the whole time, but could not resist asking the question that was on all their minds.

"Well," said Nicole, "simply because he is. He is mine, and does whatever I wish. Isn't that right, my darling?"

"Yes, mistress," replied Daniel solemnly. The girls stayed quiet for a while.

"So, is that a game or something? Or one of those charity auctions?" asked Colleen sheepishly.

"Oh no," said Nicole. "It is quite serious. We have a full and vibrant relationship. We are a perfect match: I need to be served, and he needs to serve. If he pleases me, he is rewarded; if he disappoints me, he is punished. Of course, sometimes it amuses me to torment him on a whim." The girls all glanced at each other, unsure of what to think. Mariel looked curious. Heather looked intrigued. Colleen looked concerned.

Heather had a burst of questions. "Wow, people really do that? In real life? Did you have to buy him or something?"

Nicole chuckled. "Oh we really do it. But no, you don't buy someone; it's a choice. Actually, he is free to go at any moment; he stays with me because he craves what I give him. Isn't that so?"

"Yes, mistress," replied Daniel solemnly.

Nicole continued. "I know it seems hard to believe. I can explain it all, but that takes some time. I'll tell you what. We've got plenty of food and wine in the cabin. Party at our place! Girls' night out. Daniel will serve and entertain us. There is plenty of room, so you can stay over if anyone gets too tipsy, instead of walking home in the dark. What do you think?"

Heather had perked up at the mention of wine. "Oh I've got to see this!" Mariel expressed her eagerness for an adventure, or words to that effect; Colleen admitted it was time for her to get out of the sun.

Nicole stood up. "Fantastic! Tell you what, why don't you all go ahead, we need to go back and get our things; we'll catch right up. Follow the signs to number three. Oh, Colleen sweetie, you didn't get your turn. Tell you what, when we get up there, I'll have him give you a nice massage." Colleen blushed bright pink. This girl should not ever play poker, Nicole decided.

The girls fastened their tops, stood and gathered their belonings and headed up toward the main dirt road. Nicole and Daniel went back for their gear.

"Well, my love," said Nicole when they were out of earshot, "it seems to be going as planned. If you admit defeat now, I will make your month of denial slightly less cruel."

"You amuse me, my goddess," replied Daniel. "That's like saying you will make hell a few degrees cooler. Besides, just because they are naieve, or foolishly curious, doesn't mean you will have them all naked and begging for mercy by the end of the week. I will take my chances. I Imagine if I win. I will do such delicious things to you." They arrived at their spot, picked up their things, and turned to follow the trio.

"I find your lack of faith disturbing," said Nicole coldly. "They will all fall quickly. And the most delightful aspect of it all is that you will play a key part in that." Ahead of them, the girls walked in line; Heather first, followed by Mariel, with Colleen behind. Daniel could not help but be mesmerized by Colleen's firm and perfectly round behind; someone had once described the sight as looking like a pumpkin was cut in half and stuffed inside a pair of jeans.

"Good, good," said Nicole, "I can feel the lust welling up within you. Your desire makes you vulnerable. Your favorite: a fresh, innocent, sweet-faced redhead. This is going to be exquisite." Daniel shuddered. Nicole knew of his preference for sweet redheads; she knew his every desire, fetish, and fantasy, having wrung all his secrets from him long ago during a weekend she called "the harrowing." She used this knowledge to taunt and control him. As they drew closer, Colleen looked over her shoulder, smiled at Daniel, blushed, and quickly turned forward. "Oh, she is smitten. Could she be any more adorable? Do you know what is so cruel? I will use you as the bait to lure her into my trap. It will be such a warm and gentle seduction. Yes. You will earn her trust, then I will make her watch as I torment you. Then I will force her to punish you. And then, and then, oh yes, I will command you to torture her. Imagine the look in her eyes as you become her tormentor. She will be utterly crushed, without hope, shattered. Then I will take that broken girl and mold her into my denial puppet, while you watch." Her words tore at Daniel; he was gentle and protective, and his heart was heavy with the thought of what Nicole planned to do to Colleen. Daniel's gentleness and nuturing spirit were things Nicole loved about him, but they were also a great vulnerability, and Nicole exploited them with a gleeful viciousness.

They both stopped talking as they caught up to the trio. Upon arriving at the cabin a few minutes later, Nicole opened the door. "Come in, come in," she beckoned. Once they were all in the spacious living room, Nicole lifted her hands as if giving a blessing. "Welcome everyone, to our little paradise."

Daniel wanted to add that it was a paradise for Nicole; it would likely be a hellish nightmare for everyone else.

TO BE CONTINUED...