u/Background_Eye6254

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It started three days ago, when my roommate Emma “borrowed” my laptop because hers was dead. I’d forgotten to close the private browser. She saw everything...hours of denial porn, chastity captions, videos of women (always women, never touching the guy) smirking while they told desperate boys exactly when, how, and if they were allowed to cum.

She didn’t say a word that night. She just handed the laptop back with a little half-smile and went to her room. But the air in the apartment had changed. I could feel her eyes on me every time I shifted on the couch or adjusted my shorts. I jerked off twice that same night anyway, fast and guilty, terrified she’d heard me.

Tonight we’re at the tiny dinner table in our cramped kitchen, eating the stir-fry she made. The lights are low, just the overhead bulb and the city glow through the window. I’m trying to act normal, pushing rice around my plate, when Emma leans back in her chair, fork dangling from her fingers, and looks at me like she’s been waiting for this exact moment.“So,” she says casually, voice soft and amused, “you’ve been a busy boy since I saw your little collection.”My fork freezes halfway to my mouth. Heat floods my face. “Emma, I—”“Shh.” She tilts her head, dark hair falling over one shoulder. Her eyes are bright, almost sparkling. “I’m not mad. Honestly, it’s kind of cute. All those videos of girls telling guys they don’t get to cum unless they earn it… and here you are, living with an actual lesbian who has zero interest in your dick. Must be torture.”

I can’t speak. My cock is already twitching traitorously in my sweatpants.Emma takes a slow bite, chews, swallows. “I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. And I decided something.” She sets her fork down and leans forward, elbows on the table. “From now on, you don’t touch yourself unless I say so. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not until I decide you’ve been good enough to deserve it.”

My stomach drops. My face burns hotter. “You’re… you’re joking, right?”She laughs, low and warm, like I’m being adorable. “Do I look like I’m joking?” Her gaze flicks down to my lap, then back up. “I saw how hard you got just from those videos. I know exactly what you need. And right now, what you need is to sit there with that aching little problem in your pants and finish your dinner like a good boy. No touching. No sneaking off to the bathroom. Nothing.”

She picks up her fork again, perfectly calm, like she hasn’t just flipped my entire world upside down.“Eat,” she says sweetly. “And if you’re very polite for the rest of the night… maybe, just maybe, I’ll think about letting you ask me again tomorrow.”I sit there, heart hammering, cock throbbing uselessly, while Emma goes back to eating like it’s any other Tuesday.

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It started three days ago, when my roommate Emma “borrowed” my laptop because hers was dead. I’d forgotten to close the private browser. She saw everything...hours of denial porn, chastity captions, videos of women (always women, never touching the guy) smirking while they told desperate boys exactly when, how, and if they were allowed to cum.

She didn’t say a word that night. She just handed the laptop back with a little half-smile and went to her room. But the air in the apartment had changed. I could feel her eyes on me every time I shifted on the couch or adjusted my shorts. I jerked off twice that same night anyway, fast and guilty, terrified she’d heard me.

Tonight we’re at the tiny dinner table in our cramped kitchen, eating the stir-fry she made. The lights are low, just the overhead bulb and the city glow through the window. I’m trying to act normal, pushing rice around my plate, when Emma leans back in her chair, fork dangling from her fingers, and looks at me like she’s been waiting for this exact moment.“So,” she says casually, voice soft and amused, “you’ve been a busy boy since I saw your little collection.”My fork freezes halfway to my mouth. Heat floods my face. “Emma, I—”“Shh.” She tilts her head, dark hair falling over one shoulder. Her eyes are bright, almost sparkling. “I’m not mad. Honestly, it’s kind of cute. All those videos of girls telling guys they don’t get to cum unless they earn it… and here you are, living with an actual lesbian who has zero interest in your dick. Must be torture.”

I can’t speak. My cock is already twitching traitorously in my sweatpants.Emma takes a slow bite, chews, swallows. “I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. And I decided something.” She sets her fork down and leans forward, elbows on the table. “From now on, you don’t touch yourself unless I say so. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not until I decide you’ve been good enough to deserve it.”

My stomach drops. My face burns hotter. “You’re… you’re joking, right?”She laughs, low and warm, like I’m being adorable. “Do I look like I’m joking?” Her gaze flicks down to my lap, then back up. “I saw how hard you got just from those videos. I know exactly what you need. And right now, what you need is to sit there with that aching little problem in your pants and finish your dinner like a good boy. No touching. No sneaking off to the bathroom. Nothing.”

She picks up her fork again, perfectly calm, like she hasn’t just flipped my entire world upside down.“Eat,” she says sweetly. “And if you’re very polite for the rest of the night… maybe, just maybe, I’ll think about letting you ask me again tomorrow.”I sit there, heart hammering, cock throbbing uselessly, while Emma goes back to eating like it’s any other Tuesday.

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It started three days ago, when my roommate Emma “borrowed” my laptop because hers was dead. I’d forgotten to close the private browser. She saw everything...hours of denial porn, chastity captions, videos of women (always women, never touching the guy) smirking while they told desperate boys exactly when, how, and if they were allowed to cum.

She didn’t say a word that night. She just handed the laptop back with a little half-smile and went to her room. But the air in the apartment had changed. I could feel her eyes on me every time I shifted on the couch or adjusted my shorts. I jerked off twice that same night anyway, fast and guilty, terrified she’d heard me.

Tonight we’re at the tiny dinner table in our cramped kitchen, eating the stir-fry she made. The lights are low, just the overhead bulb and the city glow through the window. I’m trying to act normal, pushing rice around my plate, when Emma leans back in her chair, fork dangling from her fingers, and looks at me like she’s been waiting for this exact moment.“So,” she says casually, voice soft and amused, “you’ve been a busy boy since I saw your little collection.”My fork freezes halfway to my mouth. Heat floods my face. “Emma, I—”“Shh.” She tilts her head, dark hair falling over one shoulder. Her eyes are bright, almost sparkling. “I’m not mad. Honestly, it’s kind of cute. All those videos of girls telling guys they don’t get to cum unless they earn it… and here you are, living with an actual lesbian who has zero interest in your dick. Must be torture.”

I can’t speak. My cock is already twitching traitorously in my sweatpants.Emma takes a slow bite, chews, swallows. “I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. And I decided something.” She sets her fork down and leans forward, elbows on the table. “From now on, you don’t touch yourself unless I say so. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not until I decide you’ve been good enough to deserve it.”

My stomach drops. My face burns hotter. “You’re… you’re joking, right?”She laughs, low and warm, like I’m being adorable. “Do I look like I’m joking?” Her gaze flicks down to my lap, then back up. “I saw how hard you got just from those videos. I know exactly what you need. And right now, what you need is to sit there with that aching little problem in your pants and finish your dinner like a good boy. No touching. No sneaking off to the bathroom. Nothing.”

She picks up her fork again, perfectly calm, like she hasn’t just flipped my entire world upside down.“Eat,” she says sweetly. “And if you’re very polite for the rest of the night… maybe, just maybe, I’ll think about letting you ask me again tomorrow.”I sit there, heart hammering, cock throbbing uselessly, while Emma goes back to eating like it’s any other Tuesday.