Teased and Denied

This is my first attempt at writing erotica, so please be nice. Comments and constructive criticism are welcome. Hope you enjoy :)

These have been the best and the most frustrating weeks of my life. All because I had divulged my deepest, darkest desire to my Sir: to be kept in a constant state of arousal without a chance of release. After hearing this, Sir has taken to fulfilling my fantasy very seriously…and with a lot of enthusiasm.  

He has been teasing and torturing me each and every day, sometimes multiple times a day. He would start the day with a few edges, or if I was extra horny in the morning, he would not touch me at all as he knows this would drive me even more crazy. He would send me dirty texts throughout the day such as “How’s my dripping little kitten? Is her pussy aching? I know you want to touch your needy, soaking pussy, but you can’t can you?” or “You know, I was planning a romantic dinner today followed by hard fucking with both of us coming hard. But I know that’s not what you want, is it? You want to be my dripping, achy kitten, isn’t that right?”. Every evening he would spend at least two hours bringing me to the edge over and over before eventually fucking me. He never let me come once, no matter how much I begged him to. He just left me dripping and aching while he slept next to me pleased and satisfied after the pleasure he took from me. And I both loved and hated it.

Two weeks into my chastity, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was so wet and aching, I couldn’t help myself from touching my needy pussy. I honestly didn’t even think about coming, I just wanted to ease the ache a bit. I just couldn’t think straight anymore, all thoughts were on my pussy. I was just going to touch myself a little bit…just to ease the ache. But as soon as I started touching myself, I knew that would not be enough. I couldn’t stop myself from bringing myself to an edge. And then another. And another. After that, I lost track of everything. Eventually, I forgot that I was not allowed touch myself without Sir’s permission or even that having an orgasm would result in severe punishment. All these thoughts flew from my mind as my fingers flew across my aching pussy. As I was reaching another edge I knew, I just knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from coming. And at that point, I didn’t even care about anything other than feeling that sweet release. I was only a few strokes away when a strong hand closed around my fingers that were buried deep inside my pussy.

“What do you think you’re doing kitten?”

It took me a few moments to realize what was happening. As the haze lifted, I opened my eyes and looked into Sir’s face. I knew that expression. The calm, smiling appearance should be reassuring but it was the exact opposite. That expression on Sir’s face did not bode well for me.

“S-s-s-ir? I-I-I-I-….”

“That’s okay kitten, you don’t need to explain anything. I have seen everything I needed to” he continued in that sugar sweet voice, “I have a present for you kitten. I was thinking of giving it to you for your birthday, but this seems like the perfect moment.”

That’s when I realized the last two weeks were actually pleasant. Because when Sir brought out the chastity belt with a selection of insertable toys, I knew the torture has not yet begun.