I have always been a cock tease my entire life. There was just something I couldn’t help about it. Perhaps it was making a man squirm from the wait or hearing him beg for it. I really couldn’t begin to tell you which I did enjoy more. I would have to say that my favorite sexual activity in fact was cock teasing. I feel that if a femdom learns the secrets to coerced cock control, then she will have all that she has ever desired from her man. I was always coming up with a new game of tease and denial that would be sure to keep our already healthy sex life active, and his poor cock tease and his blue balls sore.
He had gone on a recent business trip, and the game was that he would not be allowed to orgasm until after he had returned home. That is how we ended up where we are right now, with him standing with his pants down around his ankles, cock limp and my fingers wrapped around his fairly empty ballsack. I knew he had broken the rules and jerked off without my permission and allowed himself relief; but let me tell you how we ended up here.
About a month ago, my husband confessed to me about his tease and denial and guided masturbation fantasies. He told me of how aroused it made him knowing that he was not in control of his own orgasm. I had delighted in knowing that I could really get into my natural role of a cock tease and Masturbatrix. From that moment on, every sex session started off with my sensual cock tease, often bringing him close to the edge two or three times before I ever allowed him to experience that intense orgasm.
During one of our very first guided masturbation sessions, I had my husband promise me that he would never masturbate again without my explicit command. I continued to seduce and tease him closer to the edge, only to deny him over and over again until he agreed, even with his extreme blue balls. I knew he would try so hard to keep this promise, but like all men, he would fail and need to be punished by his femdom wife. This would become his very first offense against the rules of our new-found BDSM relationship.
I decided to start by cock teasing him the Saturday night before his Monday trip. I teased him for hours, but we ended in a steamy love-making session where he was allowed an extraordinarily intense orgasm. It was amazing to hear him relish in his much-needed release, but in the back of my head, I was thinking about my plans for him. Sunday morning, I got up and made breakfast in nothing but my pink and white checkered apron, which I knew would drive him crazy. I called him in for breakfast, sitting on his lap, wiggling and feeding him seductively. I spent the entire day teasing him to the very edge, but never allowed him a release before he had to leave on Monday.
When he left Monday morning, I stroked his cock till it was rock hard, whispering that he was NOT to jerk off while away on his trip, stopping just as he was about reach orgasm, then pushing him out the door. I smiled as he half-stumbled off to his car, knowing that he would never make it for the next seven days on his trip. His blue balls would be driving him to disobey in no time.
Each night, he would call me and I would tease him over the phone, telling him all the things I would be doing to him during a heavy prick tease session, knowing it would drive him crazy. I knew he was growing weaker and weaker by the middle part of the week, so I decided to turn it up a notch. I knew that he would not be able to stand it if he heard me pleasuring myself over the phone during one of our tease and denial phone sex calls. Just as I reached my peak of orgasm, I had heard a slight grunt from him, but had pretended to not notice. He had broken his promise and I intended to punish him for failing our guided masturbation game.
That is how we got here with his balls in my hands and his sexual fate literally hanging in my clutches. He knew that his punishment for failure would be worse than the last task. I intended to push my guided masturbation slave harder than he could have ever imagined.