The Choice

"You ready?" she asked teasingly, proudly displaying her naked figure in
front of her husband.

"I've been ready for over two weeks!" he replied. He was smiling profusely,
anticipating what was about to come. They had been playing orgasm denial
games for some months now, taking turns denying each other an orgasm. Right
now it was her turn to deny him, and he had been without an orgasm for 10
days now.

When asked how long he would be denied for, she casually replied, "Oh,
about two weeks or so." About two weeks. A nice, vague timetable. He
would know when the day was approaching, but could never be sure exactly
when it would be.

Today is denial day 3, card game day 2.

I'm glad day 1 was a diamonds day so I could get in all the edging I wanted before the harder stuff hit (5 of clubs today, and by 8am I'd already used two), and also because of what happened after I'd quit for the day. H and I took a shower and he was looking all gorgeous in nothing but a bathrobe.

A nice fiendly game of cards

"Are you ready?" she asked as she pulled the last of her clothes off and tossed
them aside.

"Just about," he said, shuffling a deck of cards on the table in front of the
sofa.

The game was simple. A standard Rummy-type setup, where one player plays a
card, then the other plays one of either the same rank or suit, and continuing
in turn until one player plays the last of their cards. That player is the
winner.

This one, however, had a couple of wicked twists.

First of all, the winner got to have an orgasm that night, while the loser got
to go to bed frustrated and horny, save for the mercy of the winner, should
they choose to be merciful. To further frustrate things, each play of a card
called for the player to tease the other for a given amount of time, getting
them more and more worked up as the game went on, but never allowing an orgasm
until the winner was decided.

Oh god, I hope I can do this job. I need it so bad. If you'd ever asked me what I thought I'd end up doing for a living, this sure wouldn't be it, but with the economy the way it is, I can't be picky. You know? And besides, the pay is not too bad and there are... aspects that sounded pretty intriguing in the ad: Instructional aid, The School for Sex, cunnilingus dept. How bad could it be? It turns out that it might be a bigger, um, mouthful than I can swallow.

I got the interview. Now I'm waiting to hear if I got the job.

The school is nothing to write home about: a nondescript building in a commercial district with only a small sign on the door. Inside, it's a little nicer, but still very simple. Nothing that would make you think it was some sort of den of sin. I was directed to a small office where a slim middle-aged woman in a dark suit and blond hair pulled into a bun shook my hand and motioned me to sit. She told me she was the instructor and her manner was not unfriendly, but very matter of fact. She described the job.

"Oh, god, please..." her voice was barely a whisper. Screamed pleading and begging had subsided to hoarse entreating. Perspiration lightly coated her body, she was no longer aware of the handcuffs biting into her wrists and ankles. All of her attention was focused on that which lay between her thighs.

How long had he kept her bound and mercilessly brought to the edge of orgasm? Minutes? Hours? He could keep her here indefinitey, if it was his wish, she was a Slave. No one would object to his treatment, she had no status to protect her, no family that would barter for her return.

In this world only those things would have saved her. Kyra had been cursed first by being born poor, second by having her mother die in childbirth, and third by having blue eyes. Those three combined ensured she'd be a Slave for the rest of her life.

Hi,

I'm new here and I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm just over 40 and happily married, I have just recently got interested by orgasm denial themes and seen how it might slot in to my own sex life. I have a wide range of sexual interests and it changes over time but is mostly expressed through porn and fantasy story writing. My wife is much more vanilla than I am (although she does thankfully keep her pussy completely shaved!) and it's not really possible to translate most of the kinks that amuse me into real life sex and for the most part that's fine.

I've lately been finding the idea of orgasm denial to be quite erotic and a recent very pleasurable sexual experience with my wife has made me think I can do more with it. As is probably common, I've found that my and my wife's sex drive have diverged a little in that I want it more often and she's happy with it less often or is too tired for sex. So one time, a few months back I was for whatever reason or other quite horny and offered to my wife that I could just go down on her and she needn't reciprocate - it would be a "68", i.e. she could owe me one. It was incredible. I just concentrated on bringing her off, knowing I wouldn't be coming and after she came, we just cuddled and fell asleep. It was intensely satisfying for me, especially so as I hadn't been "satisfied" in the traditional manner.