I had a dude who used to tell me he "owned" my orgasms. I wouldn't come without his permission, including when I was alone. If I wanted to get myself off I'd have to text him first. He'd usually allow it under certain conditions. Usually.
Once he wouldn't let me all fucking day. He told me he wanted to get himself off at the thought of me in agony. I normally do this 3-4 times a day so after a few hours I was dying.
I broke down.
When I came home he asked if I had resisted temptation. There was no point in lying. He could see it on my face.
"Alright then," he announced before he marched to my room and returned with handcuffs. "Facedown on the table, now."
I did as he said and let him handcuff my hands behind me. He pulled my skirt up and underwear down so I was full exposed.
"Any idea what your punishment is going to be?"
"I'm guessing you're either going to spank me or fuck my ass."
He laughed. "Nope, it's going to be way worse than that. You're going to wait."
Fuck… what?
This mother fucker leaves me like that, grabs his newspaper, casually sits at the table, and starts to read. He doesn't even glance over at the half naked woman bent over just a few feet next to him.
"What do you want me to do?" I ask.
"I want you to wait since you apparently need to learn some patience."
I hold out for a few minutes, but this is hard. I'm so turned on and he's not budging. However, he also has a tremendously high sex drive and I suspect I could break him. Because he's obsessed with seeing me beg I start desperately pleading for him to fuck me. I make a number of promises and tell him I'll him do it any way he wants.
He raises an eyebrow, looks almost bored, and then goes back to reading.
I tell him how wet and tight I am. I tell him to come feel it.
He gets up, walks into my bedroom, and returns with a gag. He doesn't even hesitate as he gags me, but he does untie my hands and tells me to put them flat on the table.
We generally don't do both gagging and bondage because we need either a safe word or signal. This is important.
Somehow, having to sit there without being tied is almost more infuriating. He sits back at the table and continues to read like this is completely normal.
This is a bit of a funny side note, but I had actually written an article that appeared in that newspaper. He gets to it and temporarily breaks character, "Oh shit, V! You're in print. Congratulations!"
Yes, asshole. Things you might have learned if you hadn't gagged me.
He finally reads from cover to cover and gently places it on the table as he looks at me. He has a fucking sadistic smile on his face.
"You look like a whore tied up like that." He stands up and walks around me, letting his hand fall to my ass as he stands behind me. "There's something missing though."
He unbuckles his belt and starts jerking himself off. I try to ask him to fuck me, but he laughs and says he can't understand me through the gag.
He gets himself to the edge and finally slams into me. He only thrusts twice before he comes. It's not nearly long enough for me to climax and he knows it. He comes inside of me and smiles.
"I like seeing my cum drip from you."
Fucking prick.
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He then proceeds to pull out his laptop and starts doing work.
He puts on his glasses which isn't fucking fair. He knows how hot he looks with his glasses on.
He occasionally glances up at me and smiles. The longer I look at him the more turned on I get. Very unflattering noises are escaping from my mouth as I try to beg him through my gag.
"What would you be willing to give me to fuck you right now?"
I try to answer but he laughs again and says he can't understand me. He finally shrugs and continues working.
This goes on for over a fucking hour. I am begging, dangerously close to a safe word.
Finally, he looks up at me from across the table. He tells me to unbutton my shirt and pull down my bra so my breasts are exposed. I do it. He tells me to play with my nipples until they get hard. I do it. He tells me to lie on the table and slide up and down with my breasts out like that so they hurt. I do it and fuck it hurts.
"You're being good," he announces. "I'll make a deal with you."
I nod. Whatever it is I'm going to say yes.
He tells me I owe him an orgasm. He says I'm going to touch myself. If I get close to climax and then stop, he'll fuck me after. If I'm greedy and get myself off all the way, I'll be bent over the table all damn night.
"Sound fair?"
I nod.
"Good. Then lie back on the table and do it here in front of me."
I do it and build quickly. After that torture my entire body is begging for an orgasm. What's worse is that he leans a hand over to play with my breasts and starts telling me I'm a fucking whore who loves fucking. He reminds me he owns my body and tells me I'm going to learn to obey.
I'm dying. He knows this will do it for me. I am seconds away and suddenly a night bent over the table isn't sounding too bad. Finally, as I feel a crash of pleasure, I pull my hands away.
He smiles at me. "Good girl. Now get on all fours on the ground."
I've never been so enthusiastic about getting on the floor.
"Head down," he demands as he settles behind me. "You're going to learn to obey me now."
Fuck.
He puts himself in me quickly and slams into me over and over.
"You're my whore, do you understand me? You come when I tell you to. If I want you thinking about me all day in agony, you're going to do it. You don't touch yourself without my permission. Do you understand?"
I nod. I'm getting close.
He pulls off my gag. "Do you have something to ask me?"
"Can I please come, sir?"
"I don't know if you deserve it."
"Please. Your dick feels so good. Please let me come around you. I'll never get off without your permission again."
"You better not."
"Please let me come."
"Who owns this orgasm?"
"You!"
"Fine, you can fucking come, you little whore."
And I come. It's an earth-shattering orgasm so strong I can't breathe and think I might pass out for a second.
"See what happens when you're a good girl who waits?" He asks with a final thrust. He comes inside of me as he calls me a whore again.
It takes both of us a couple of minutes of recovery as we pant on the floor.
He breaks out of dom
"Hey seriously congrats on the article btw! What do you want to celebrate?"
