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THE RED BUTTON DILEMMA

He had no idea how many hours it had been since he’d woken up in her lair. What he did know was that his cock had been gently edged by her the entire time and that no amount of begging for release had swayed her. She just continued slowly, deliberately grazing her  long, black fingernails up and down its length to the point where it began to bob rhythmically and his balls lurched. Over and over… and over. He passed out for a third time.

He woke again to the same desperate desire to cum. He found that his right leg had been untied. He felt something gently squeezing just below the head of his penis and on glancing down he saw that a cock ring had been placed there with a bullet vibrator at his frenulum.

His captor had now stripped naked, gazing languidly into his eyes from a stool next to the bed. For the first time, she spoke to him.

“You are master of your own destiny now. You control this vibrator.”

He looked at the cock ring, up at his tied arms above his head, and quizzically back at her.

“Next to your right foot is a button.”

Sure enough, he saw a red button a couple of inches across and a couple of inches high where she said it was. He didn’t know if it had been there all along.

“The button powers the vibrator. Enjoy.”

After a few moments of contemplation he raised his right heel and rested it on the button. The vibrator whizzed to life and after the overload of the rest of his captivity the shock was too much. His cock lurched upwards and his free leg flew up, off the button, stopping the vibrator.

He needed more.

Tentatively, he raised his heel again, slowly lowering it onto the button. The immediate jolt of pleasure was almost overwhelming. It wouldn’t be long before he got his relief.

After a few seconds intently watching his pleasured cock bob and leer, his captor stood up, picked up her stool and slowly moved to reposition herself to face the sole of his vibrator-controlling, free right foot. He barely noticed. She considered her new view for a moment before leaning in slightly.

He was seconds away.

“Are your feet, er… ticklish at all?” Her playfully posed question barely registered in his lust-filed mind, but the action that followed certainly did. She drew her index fingernail from his heel, up his arch to the ball of his foot.

He yelped and kicked his foot. The vibrator stopped, leaving his cock bouncing hopelessly on the precipice for a moment before he reflexively placed his heel back on the button, chasing his orgasm.

She immediately scribbled her nails below his toes and, again, he immediately kicked his foot away and the vibrator stopped. This time he paused and looked at her.

“Oh, goodie! That’s a YESSSS! I do SO love to tickle feet. They held each other’s gaze over his throbbing cock as the battle of wits that was to follow crystalized in his mind.

He was so ticklish… SO TICKLISH! He couldn’t bear it. But… he was so close… SO CLOSE! He couldn’t bear it. Slowly, he raised his foot over the button. She smirked.

TO BE CONTINUED…?

Denied once more

You may have thought my ways of teasing and denying you from afar were finite.

That was before I made you Facetime me while you were in one of your very important video conferences. One where you needed to look dapper, be switched on and contribute your valued opinion. One where you were required to focus and concentrate on the matter at hand. One where you couldn’t afford to let your mind wander, to be distracted.

In short, a perfect setting for me to demonstrate what tease and denial can mean.

And so I offered you a quick and silent FaceTime call to show you my freshly painted nails. How could you not? How could you ever turn that offer down? Of course you couldn’t. Of course you would accept the call, place your phone ever so carefully against the side of your laptop screen, and go about your work call.

Or would you?

For when the call opened and I smiled at you, were you really able to not look?

What were the odds of you concentrating on solving a professional problem when you saw my feet on your screen? When I showed you my toes, the ones you so love to lick, to suck, to smell and to taste? I saw exactly what was happening to you. I saw you part those beautiful slutty lips of yours, the ones I have seen do unimaginable things, in desire. Your eyes widened, darted away from the laptop, onto the phone screen. They pleaded with me to show you more in ways that didn’t need for words. As I moved ever so slightly in front of the camera, I granted you a glimpse of my body barely covered in a robe. And then covered in the thick and heavy want in your eyes, darting back and forth between screens.

So I smiled, placed my finger on my lips in a secret ob you and I share, and mouthed “Do you want to see more?”, lasciviously writhing in the sheets, as if that really was a question. As if what you just saw wasn’t enough on any day, let alone during a work call.

I know your face and I know your expressions. And I could tell then that your subtly raised eyebrows and the clenched jaw was your best effort at not losing your professional front. How does a man nod vigorously and say “yes please” without moving? You managed, it’s just one of your many talents.

“You’re in for a treat” I promised and got up, phone in hand. My robe open, revealing the curve of my breasts as I walked along the corridor, watching you talk to your client. I mustn’t distract you. Only I will! Keep on talking, my boy, keep on being the professional you are, while I placed the phone on the bathroom vanity, facing the shower. Keep negotiating terms, my boy, as I sensually traced the lines of my body with my dark red fingernails before letting the robe slip off my shoulders. As I stood naked before you and watched you stutter mid sentence.

There was no need for you to explain or show me what you were going through in that moment. I knew you were rock solid, twitching and dripping a mess onto your stomach. Watching your lips move, forming sentences full of professional jargon as opposed to the many versions of “fucking hell” that you would normally utter, I stepped into the shower and soaped my body, washed in all the places your tongue so eagerly licked. Were you concentrating, my boy? For the look on your face had since lost its polite professionalism.

Your eyes followed as the water jet rinsed my skin off the lather first, then was guided lower, to my most intimate of places. Keep listening to your client, boy! Don’t mind me pleasuring myself as the sounds of surprise and desire rolled over my tongue.

Frustration at how you cannot give me your utmost attention now plainly visible on your face, I made sure you got a good view of my hands moisturising my body. We both knew it should have been your hands. We both imagined they were. But while I was able to fully commit to this image, you were forced to let it slip away again and again as you answered queries on your call.

I can do better than that, boy. If you thought there and then this was the end of my tease, you were wrong. For then I placed my phone on the floor, to show you exactly what you would be seeing from the position you so naturally inhabit, when you so willingly give in to the magnetic pull of the floor beneath me.

And as you finally ended your work call, only to immediately sink onto your knees and give me all of your focus, I smiled and nodded and waved you goodbye, too, leaving you to your own devices. Denied once more.

You know now that teasing is way more than touching and that not being able to fall into the subspace of the moment is as much denial as not getting to orgasm.

You know now that I own every aspect of it.

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