Not the Usual Anniversary Present – 3

Part 1, Part 2

Week 5
I almost forget that I am wearing it – sometimes.

I swear that she started going out of her way to touch me, tease me in a vary casual ways; although she didn’t ask me to “take care of her” as often. The first week we had sex almost every day. The second week it was more like every other day, but the warm weather allowed her to sleep in just a light nightgown, and the feel of her skin so close to me was a nightly reminder of what I couldn’t have. I was every bit as excited, and my cock still woke me up in the morning.

Finally, after more than a week since the last time, she surprised me by simply handing me the key as I was getting into my nightly shower. You’d think I would have rushed through the shower, but instead I took my time, trying to stop the trembling. When I slid into bed, she was completely nude. She didn’t want me to waste any time, though. Quickly she pushed me onto my back and engulfed my already stiff cock with her warm mouth. The shock nearly made me jump off the bed. Less than a minute later I was begging her to stop because I was so close to coming. Sensing an opportunity, she rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her. We kissed, our bodies touching, but I was careful to keep my hips from rubbing her too much so as not to get over stimulated. When I thought I had settled down, I pushed my cock head toward her pussy. It was already wet, and I slid in easily. She bit her lip and pulled me closer. My cock was swollen from over two straight weeks in the cage, and she seemed so tight that I knew I would not last long. I tried to fuck her slowly, pacing myself, but my overly swollen cock made her come several times in a row. Each time she came I had to force myself to hold back.

Then she wanted to ride me. Normally I love that position, but I was afraid that I would come too quickly. I wanted to make it good for her, but since I had to wait so long, I wanted as much time as possible to enjoy it myself. She wouldn’t wait, though, so I lay back and she quickly slid onto my shaft. I could tell that she was really enjoying the feeling of my cock swollen more than normal, and she came quickly. I watched her close her eyes and bite her lower lip as I held her hips to mine, forcing my cock in a little deeper; her muscles gripped me lightly, and she sighed in relief. Watching her on top of me was so exciting that moments after she came, I realized that I could not hold back the incredible pressure building up in my loins. I bucked my hips higher as I passed the point of no return, at once frustrated at my own loss of control and yet grateful for the release. I barely stifled a loud moan, turning it into a low, throaty growl just before I collapsed back onto the bed.

She was a bit upset about that, almost disappointed. “You’re supposed to wait until I tell you,” she hissed at me “I wasn’t done yet.”

I apologized, “But it just felt so good, and I was so horny, waiting all that time…”

She just grunted and rolled over, muttering, “You couldn’t do that one little thing for me. Well, see if I’m nice to you anytime soon.”

She couldn’t have been too frustrated, because she was sleeping in a few minutes. My own desire somewhat abated, I spooned up against her back and held her closely.

I woke up early with a rock-hard erection. It was the first time in weeks that I had been able to have full-blown morning erection, and I was anxious not to waste the opportunity. I realized that she had forgotten to cage me before we went to sleep, so I fondled her, enjoying her warmth as much as I enjoyed the feeling of an unfettered hardness. Soon I had her legs parted, and I was again entering her, more gently now. She was just barely awake, but certainly awake enough to enjoy a nice slow fucking. Soon her hands tightened around my waist, pulling me closer. I listened to her soft moans, her eyes closed in sleepy pleasure. She came softly and I continued to pump into her. Quickly she came again, and I gave her a moment to catch her breath.

I saw that she was more awake, so I asked her if she wanted to roll onto her side. She just nodded and threw her legs over to allow me to enter her. This is one of her favorite positions, and I wasted no time in giving her something she really enjoyed. Pushing hard against her hips, I could hear her groaning, no, grunting with pleasure. I wasn’t as wild as last night, just firm, constant thrusting, pressing up hard against her hips. She gripped my hand, eyes closed as she came several more times. At last she drew a deep breath and I slowly pulled out.

She now pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips. This is my favorite position, but since I had already come last night, I knew I’d be able to hold out for a while. She again closed her eyes as she rode my cock. She must have been fully awake by this point, because she barely noticed me; she just put her hands on my shoulders and thrust her hips toward mine. Again and again she pushed and rocked, scratching my chest with her nails. She pushed down on me, as I raised my hips to deepen my thrusting. She came hard, and moments later I felt my own cock pulsing and spurting inside her. She collapsed on my chest, and I hugged her for a moment, kissing her neck. Slowly she sat up. My cock was slowly softening, and I pulsed it inside her.

She reached behind her and grabbed hold of my swollen balls. “You’re very naughty,” she said, suppressing a smile, “I didn’t give you permission for that.”

“What, for giving you some nice hard cock?” I asked, “Besides, you sure enjoyed it.” I nuzzled her shoulders.

“No, that was nice,” she replied, “I meant I didn’t give you permission to come. Good thing I’m about to take a shower, so your punishment won’t be too bad – this time.”

“Punishment? But I thought it was good for you?”

“It should have been good, especially after last night. Next time though, you better not come until I give you permission – or else.”

She gave a threatening squeeze, and dismounted to take a shower. Noticing the cage on the bedside, she handed it to me. “Looks like I forgot about something last night,” she smiled, “I’ll have to remember about that in the future.”

She watched me squeeze my cock into the metal cage and close the stainless steel ring around my balls. I installed the lock, but she clicked it shut herself, something that she rarely does. “Just wanted to make sure,” she said, giving me a little kiss as she tugged the lock. Then she was off to the shower, and I got dressed and went off to work.

…to be continued…


More of my ridiculous attempts at erotica can be found on my Stories page.

About Tom Allen

The Grey Geezer Dauntless defender of, um, something that needed dauntless defending. Dammit, I can't read this script without my glasses. Hey, you kids, get off my damn lawn!
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10 Responses to Not the Usual Anniversary Present – 3

  1. Fusion says:

    I think she forgot to lock you up on purpose, just to see what you would do…
    And that was a very nice read Tom, thanks.

  2. waiting4him says:

    ok…so i rarely comment…because this whole chastity thing boggles my mind a bit…but…whatever.
    she was disappointed because you came…after she came several times…disappointed because you couldn’t hold off. i just have to say, when i have sex with my hubby…i don’t cum…he can’t ever get me there, lack of attention…perhaps…he finishes and goes to sleep. when i told him i wore out my vibrator (my closer…lol) he ordered me a new one…pathetic…a bit. That is what i would call a disappointment…certainly not a disappointment, if she already came “several times in a row”…then a couple more times riding you.
    Maybe i am not getting the whole intent of this…but i felt something…not so right with her disappointment in you…sorry if i am seeing this wrong.

    lc

  3. Tom Allen says:

    LC – you may be unclear on the concept of orgasm denial. Mrs. Edge and I play – sort of – at this periodically. Sometimes we use a chastity device, sometimes not. The point is that she has the final say on whether or not I get to have an orgasm. Sometimes she wants me to have one, other times she enjoys watching my frustration level build up over a period of time… a few days, a few weeks, a month. When she sees me holding back, it makes her more excited. When I fail to hold back (assuming she has told me that I’m not allowed to come that time), she’s disappointed.

  4. waiting4him says:

    ok…i do admit i am a bit confused over this whole thing. After re-reading what you wrote, it doesn’t say before you started, that she told you to wait until she gave permission. Maybe i am also just projecting my own frustration onto what is being said in this post…because it was only 2 days ago, i complained to hubby…about not ever getting there…then the whole vibrator thing. i will just keep reading, maybe one day i will actually “see” what is there between your written lines… 😉
    sorry if i offended…just still trying to understand it all. so please forgive me…

    lc

  5. Tom Allen says:

    Oh goodness graciousness! No offense at all, lc! No, the whole orgasm denial scene is a mystery to a lot of people- after all, don’t most of us go crazy trying to get as many orgasms as possible? And those who have trouble reaching orgasm must be even more frustrated by the concept.

    Keep in mind that some people simply have no idea why anyone would want to be tied up and whipped (or to do the tying and whipping). Punishment in a BDSM context doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with “real” disappointment in a partner; it’s part of a scene. Likewise, being asked (or commanded) is part of a different kind of scene.

    On my own part, when I’m denied the opportunity, I maintain a constant level of arousal; Mrs. Edge finds that constant arousal exciting, and so she might want it to continue for some period of time. It’s a kind of scene that doesn’t play out in a few hours, but over weeks.

    Maybe I should write a post on what I – or we – get out of it?

  6. waiting4him says:

    i think i get what she gets out of it…so maybe a post on what you get out of it. Because i think that is the part i don’t understand. Because she is being taken care of…getting her release, while you aren’t…

    lc

  7. Elizabeth says:

    🙂

    I get it.

    So did you!

    Very nice.

    hugs, E

  8. Tom Allen says:

    *nods*
    You know the feeling that you get about 15 seconds before you orgasm? Like, in those last few seconds before you go over the edge? Well, that’s what I get out of it; the arousal, the excitement, the pure and utter sensuality. It’s’ not really a loss on my part, so much as being able to sublimate the actual sexual part of the orgasm into the more sensual parts.

  9. chaos says:

    that was so freakin hotQ! awesome

  10. Gracie says:

    love, love, love it.

    i cannot wait for the next post.

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