He’s a tease and she loves feeling owned, a short story [Male dominant] [orgasm control]
They had rules. Well, actually, she asked for them. They had been together for ten years and married for a couple. Life was great.
They both had their kinks and loved sharing them. Things had been a little quiet on that front until she texted him…
“I have a fun idea. What if… what if I couldn’t please myself, or even touch my nipples, without your approval. And, I have to be an extra good girl for you to let me. Like, you could give me chores, and a daily list, and a number of blowjobs to give you before I can have pleasure.”
Fuck. That’s a great idea, he thought.
“Hunny, that’s a great idea. Let’s start now. No touching yourself for pleasure, anywhere. When was the last time you came?”
“In the middle of the night last night. I woke up so turned on thinking about this.”
“Great. Thank you. Now, to start, make a list of daily chores you think I’d like.”
She thought about it. Drafted something in her notes… edited it. Then wrote back.
“Everything should be about making your life easier. I’ll stay on top of laundry. Empty the trash. I’ll do dishes. I’ll vacuum every morning. I’ll make your lunch. At night, when we are watching TV, I should have to sit on the floor and rub your feet.”
That’s a good start, he thought.
“Now, the hard part. You can only have pleasure after I have 14 orgasms. Two a day!”
She was melting. She wanted to touch herself so bad.
“Yes sir, I’ll start when I get home. Can I touch myself in the car when I’m done with this shopping trip? Please? I’m so turned on.”
“Fuck no. Not for at least a week. You need to focus on my pleasure.”
This went on all week… they firmed up a daily list of chores and she kept him pleased and relaxed.
Things had never been better. For both of them.
After a couple of weeks, she was a mess… still, she was good and did not touch herself.
They were getting ready for bed and she was whimpering… “Please sir, I can’t take it anymore. Please, can I have some pleasure.”
She was in her pajamas and they were both in bed.
“You’ve been a good girl. You can take off your shirt and touch your nipples, but just your nipples.”
He watched as she followed his direction. She was moaning and thrusting her hips as if it would do something. He felt her dripping wet.
He started stroking himself while all she could do was watch and play with her nipples.
“Good girl. Tell me I should cum. Tell me I should have all the pleasure and you get none.”
She begged him, “Please, keep me denied. I want to be denied while I watch you cum.”
That sent him over the edge quickly.
She was biting her lip. She licked up the mess without being asked.
“Good girl. Now, go get the handcuffs and lock your hands behind your back. We are going to bed and I think you’ll touch yourself after I go to sleep. I’m ordering a chastity belt for you.”
She did as instructed and went to bed without an orgasm…