Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

My first ruined orgasm

A couple of evenings ago, my wife and I got to playing in the bedroom, knowing that the guy she has been fucking on the side specifically told her that he did not want her to cum for a couple days leading up to their next encounter. He wanted her to be frustrated and beyond aroused when they met up. As neither of us had cum in days, we were both getting pretty sexually frustrated. I had been making passes at her all day, grabbing her ass, squeezing her tits, rubbing her nipples, etc. at every possible opportunity. To her credit, she continuously shut me down saying that she wasn’t allowed to fuck me, let alone cum.

As the night drew in, she decided to take pity on me and said even though she couldn’t cum, and I couldn’t be inside her, she would still make me cum since I was getting so restless. As we lay in bed she started slowly stroking my already hard cock. I could immediately tell that the simple act of stroking me was already making her wet. Her breathing began to be more labored, and her stroking speed increased quickly.

Knowing what this was doing to her, I felt bad and told her that since she couldn’t cum herself she could try giving me a ruined orgasm, so that I maybe get just enough release to be able to focus on work the next day but am left still sexually frustrated. It was a concept completely new to her, but immediately she loved the idea when I told her that it was basically just her taking me right to the edge and then abruptly stopping all stimulation just at the right moment. She neither agreed or disagreed on what she was going to do and instead lowered her perfect, kissable lips to the head of my cock and took it into her warm, moist mouth. The sensation was amazing, as always, and I immediately began moaning my appreciation. As she took more and more of me into her hungry mouth, my need to cum increased dramatically. She sensed this, and started increasing her intensity and started stroking my hard shaft with her hand in rhythm with her lips. I was about to go over the edge, so I quickly grabbed her head and hand and stopped her, saying I was too close. She gave me a very short reprieve and continued her ministrations with even more fervor.

I stopped her one more time and attempted to a third time, but when I went to pull her off of me she resisted and only took more of my throbbing cock down her throat and stroked me harder and faster. This was it. The point of no return. Realizing she had decided she wanted me to have a full orgasm, I resigned myself to enjoy the feeling of a full release. To feel my cock tense up and my cum erupt out of me and into her sexy little mouth, as I’ve done so many times before.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I gasped, breathily heavily and moaning. To my horror, right as I started to say this, she pulled her warm, moist mouth off of my cock and released her hand immediately. The sudden absence of all stimulation on my member hit me harder than I had ever imagined it would. I was so sure that she was going to give me a full orgasm. There was not one idle thought in my mind that suggested she was going to try to give me a ruin. I watched helplessly as my cum emptied out of my engorged cock head, with only a very minor accompanying feeling of pleasure. It was the most sexually frustrating moment I think I have ever experienced, and I have to say that I hate that I loved it. When the “orgasm” subsided, she idly played with my pooled cum with her fingers, rubbing it around in circles at the base of my dick.

Part of me wanted to scream, to grab her by the hair and shove her back down on my still erect cock and force her to finish what she started. The other part of me was enthralled by the sexual frustration that she had delivered and didn’t want the feeling to go away.

In the end, I relished in the feeling of being denied release by her and accepted it. The next day was the day she was meeting her side guy, so we locked the cock cage on me before heading to work and she took the key with her to be sure I would be in it all day.

Manhandle! Your! Man!

Grab his wrists to pin his arms above his head, don't let him hide that pretty blushing face. Force his legs apart and coo at how worked up you can see he's gotten for you. Grab his ass hard enough to leave little finger-tip shaped bruises. Sink your teeth into him, and drink in every one of his desperate moans as you leave a mark that will sting for days. Push and pull him into exactly the position you want him in. Boys are sooooo malleable <3

She is a master of proverbs and sayings.

Don't cry because it's a little short. Smile because Lala gave you "Teacher's pet".

What's the longest relationship you've ever had with a boy *without* locking him up forever?

Not long enough! I think longest-lasting boy was three boyfriends ago. He lasted about three months before curiosity got the best of him. He was a pretty big talker and loved to make fun of the boys I keep locked. Motorcycle dude. You know the type. The more he learned about what I do to boys, the more hilarious he thought it all was. In fact he got in trouble several times in the court of Agni because he kept mocking the guys who came to see me for their unlocking.

We were messing around after dinner one evening; he was naked and trying to get me off the computer and into bed. While he waited, annoyed, he absentmindedly fiddled with the cage that I keep on display. He was pretty familiar with it because he loved to twirl it on one finger and grin like a wolf any time a locked boy was present.

Him: “I don’t think I’d even fit in one of these things.”

Me: “You would.” I was only half aware of him, busy with my work.

Him: “How do you know?”

Me: “I’ve personally put that thing on hundreds of dicks. I know exactly what size of dick it fits.”

Him: “Are you saying I have a small dick?”

Me: “I’m saying you’re a big dick and that you have an average sized penis.”

Him “No way…”

He put it next to his flaccid penis, sizing it up.

Him: “See. I’m too long.”

Me: “By a quarter inch. That’s just the right size.”

Him: “It’s not wide enough.”

Me: “It is.” I went back to my emails.

I didn’t notice what he did next. After several minutes he sort of huffed.

Him: “Huh. I guess it does fit.”

My attention was suddenly yanked from the computer.

Me: “You didn’t!”

Him: “What? I just wanted to see if it would fit. I didn’t lock it.”

Me: “Jeff! It doesn’t matter! You put that on your dick! It already changed you. Your brain is being rewired so fast right now and you’re just sitting there. Take it off! Now!”

Him: “Ha ha! Whatever! I’m not like one of your idiot circus freaks. I’m just messing around. Sheesh.”

Me: “Then why haven’t you taken it off?”

Him: “Because it bugs you that I’m wearing it. It doesn’t hurt and it’s not hurting anything.”

Me: “Of course it doesn’t hurt. It feels fantastic, doesn’t it? It feels like nice cool grip on your cock.” I slid from my computer chair to sit next to him on the love seat. I ran my hand up his leg toward the cage. “Jeff, if you don’t take this off now I can’t be held responsible for what it’s going to do to you.”

I remember his face in that moment very clearly. It was the face of pleasure drunkenness. He was trying to macho if off but the dumb little smile and dilated pupils told me what I was afraid of. It was too late for Jeff. He snorted at my assertion but still didn’t take the cage off.

Me: “And if you think that feels good, you have no idea. You haven’t really experienced it until you feel the cool metal ring slide behind your balls. There’s nothing like it. With the whole thing on it feels so snug and so perfect.”

He turned the ring over and over in his hands, considering my words.

Him: “No, I know what you’re doing. No thanks. I’m bored. Can we have sex now?”

Me: “Sure! Just take it off, Jeff.”

Him: “You take it off.”

Me: “Jeff, I know you want to feel the ring. You’re going to start getting hard any second and it’ll be too late. Now or never, Jeff.”

Him:  “Fine! But then we have sex.”

Me: “Sure.”

He slid it around the base of his cock and I helped him close it up without pinching him. I put the lock in the hasp but didn’t lock it.

Him: “It actually does feel pretty good.” He adjusted the cage and hefted it. He played with it a little, jiggling it and bouncing it to get a feel for it. “Kind of like a really deluxe cup or something…but better.” He stood up to walk around in it. He hopped a bit and jogged in place. I remember giggling at naked Jeff jogging in my living room. “It’s sort of heavy but it’s amazing how it hugs the body. I thought it would fall off but it’s just, bam! Just right there.”

Me: “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Him: “Actually, yeah. Feels great.”

Me: “You don’t want to take if off, do you?”

Him:  “I could wear it for a while if I had to.”

Me: “Could you? I don’t know, Jeff. You aren’t exactly the patient type.”

Him: “I’m patient! I put up with you, don’t I? I could wear this for a long damn time.”

Me: “You couldn’t last two days in that thing. You’re not as strong as the weakest of my boys.”

Him: “Not strong?! Care to make a bet?”

Me: “Sure! Two days. No asking for release. If you make it I owe you twenty bucks and a blowjob. If not, then you wear if for a weak.”

Him: “You’re on!”

I motioned to the lock and he snapped it shut. I could see the little latch in his brain flip at the same instant, as if that was what made the “snap” sound. He got that drunk-looking vacant expression as he tugged at the cage, that face that I love so much, the expression of a man who is slowly coming to grips with the fact that he no longer has access to his favorite member, the realization of true loss of control.

Me: “Ok, now on to the sex that I promised. And since your cock is occupied with his new metal girlfriend I guess you’ll just be going down on me this time.”

You already know what happened to Jeff, don’t you good reader? He didn’t last two days. He lasted about 18 hours before he begged me to take it off so he could “nut”. I don’t think he even realized he was losing the bet when he did. It didn’t help that I wore yoga pants and a low-cut, tight-fitting top around the house the whole weekend and kept bending over in front of him with every opportunity. Woops!

Jeff and I stayed together for another month but his love affair with chastity grew out of control faster than he expected. By the time I finally let him down easy, he didn’t really even care that I was breaking up with him. All he seemed to care about what that I continued to be his keyholder to help him through, to support him in his transition to extended chastity. I was glad to do it and to add his key to my collection–just another locked boy.

PS: I’ve been seeing a new man lately. We’re taking it very slow. So far he’s lasted a couple months without succumbing to the lock. Root for him, guys!

PPS: Hey Jeffy! You say you don’t have a tumblr account but I know you perv me on here all the time. I hope your new metal girlfriend is treating you well! I do miss your cock on occasion but not nearly as much as you do.💋

3 of 4 of the incomparable Charlie S.