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COCK TEASING STORY - AFTER SCHOOL

  

  

I was walking home from school one day when one of my greatest dreams came true. I'm really just a normal kid, a bit smarter than average, and stupendously shy as well. My parents get along alright, i do pretty good in school, and so on. Anyway, I was walking home this particular day when a car pulled up next to me. I was a bit surprised to see that it was a girl I knew a bit but had never talked to. She sat across from my lunch table, and I generally wasted a period each day just staring at her. Long brown hair, greyish eyes, and a really skinny build. If I didn't know that she did track and tennis, I would have thought her on the anorexic side. Her tits aren't really that big - but hey, no one's perfect. And her face is unbelievably stunning. I'm into freckles, and she had cute little ones across her nose and part of her cheeks.

 

Like I said, we had never talked, so I was a bit surprised to see her pull up next to me. Not that she lived somewhere else - she lived on a street behind my house, but because I had never seen her outside of school.

 

"Want to go for a ride?"

 

I certainly didn't want to decline, a guy like me only gets one or two chances like this. Besides, my father was working until 8 - he has a weird work schedule - and my mother was in new jersey helping my sick grandparents.

 

We went to Taco Bell and ate - I stuttered about myself for part of the conversation - and then we went to her house. Nothing like this had ever happened before. "I'm going to change out of these jeans," before going upstairs. I admired her tight ass twitching as she walked. When she came back down, she was wearing short shorts and a large t-shirt, like you might wear to bed. I was stunned. She walked over to where I sat on he couch, and sat down next to me.

 

"I had a great time today."

 

Jesus, what do I say? I don't know how to talk to attractive girls!

 

"Well, I uhm had a good time too" I responded lamely.

 

She leant over, kissed me, and gave me a hug. My first kiss.

 

I didn't have a long time to dwell on the wonder of the moment, because she slipped some handcuffs on me right then. I was a bit afraid, I barely knew her. Still, it's been a fantasy of mine to be dominated by one of the girls at school, so I went with the flow.

 

"I want to fuck you," she said, and pulled down my pants. As well as my boxers, so my cock sprung out. "My goodness!" lets take this upstairs, shall we? She grabbed my cock, index finger around my balls, and pulled me up. It hurt a bit, but the pleasure outweighed the pain. Thus positioned, she led me upstairs and into her bedroom.

 

With little resistance, she undid the handcuffs, and strapped me spread-eagled to the bed. At this point, the cuffs at each post were secure enough that I couldn't have escaped if I wanted to.

 

She pulled out a knife. Jesus! She examined my wilting cock, pressing the side of the kinfe into it. Then she slit my shirt and pulled its remains off. I was completely naked.

 

"Lets get the rules down first. You will refer to me as Mistress, no matter where we are. Understood?"

 

I nodded.

 

"Whenever you enter the house, and I give this signal (she motioned with her hand) you will remove all your clothing and assume an obedient position. This session, you will be granted a safeword if you want to leave. For all subsequent sessions, there will be no safeword. Finally, only when I allow you to cum will you cum. There will be no masturbation. If I find that you have masturbated to orgasm without my permission, there will be consequences. You will report to me daily after school and occasionally on weekends. You will tell your parents that you are tutoring someone, and that you'll catch the late bus from school in order to get home."

 

"Is this all understood?"

 

I nodded again.

 

"Good, then lets have some fun."

 

My cock had grown hard through her speech, but still rested gently on my stomach. She pressed a nail underneath the head, and it jerked up. Her nail continued to skim underneath the head. Round and round. Soon I was standing on my own, and my veins were bulging. She took some of the extra fabric from her shirt and drew it around my cock. She grasped firmly, and made a twisting motion as if opening a champaigne bottle. My body stiffened and my toes curled. She waited a minute for me to soften, then repeated the procedure. This went on for a long time, until I was oozing pre-cum and my head was swollen much larger than its normal size.

 

Suddenly: "Field trip."

 

She unstrapped me and let me sit up and stretch before opening her desk drawer. She withdrew what appeared to be a leash. On closer examination, it was indeed a leash, as well as a collar, which she fitted snugly just beneath the head of my penis. Around the collar, a sort of grid extended around the front of my cock, totally encasing my head.It looked as if it were removable. The bottom had a clindrical opening that allowed access to the most sensitive part of my body. The top had a curious sort of contraption that had a metal tab sticking up and looked as if it telescoped higher. This entire portion was only about two centimeters in diameter. She then reached in the pocket of the shorts and produced a small cylindrical object around half an inch high. She inserted this into the bottom hole of my cock collar and attached the leash to the gridwork. Holding the leash, she walked out of the room.

 

I was compelled to follow, and we walked down the stairs together, her once more in control. When we reached the bottom, she put my handcuffs on once more, and then pulled me to the sliding glass door at the back of her kitchen.

 

The door opened onto a standard suburban back porch, moderate sized. Her backyard, however, was a bit more unique. The front of her house was by a steep hill, which then dead ended into another road that carried on past her house to the entrance of the development. Both roads were well-traveled, and the house was positioned such that cars on the second road could see her backyard. About 100 yards out, the backyards of another row of houses opened up, and there was a small ravine between the two streets.

 

She opened the door and stepped out. Shit, she was going to bring me outside. She tugged insistently on the leash, which didn't slide over my cockhead as I had hoped.

 

"Steph, can we keep it in here please?" I asked hopefully.

 

"What did you just call me?"

 

"Maistress," I lied.

 

"Now I know that you are both disobedient and dishonest. I was going to show you around the property; your punishment is an hour outside to ponder your mistake."

 

Thus humiliated, I was led outside and my leash tied to the railing on the porch. I realized that this might not be as bad as I thought. After all, the railing was at just the right height to obscure my erection. Unfortunately, it was not to be so. She brought a crate for me to stand on, and a board with two shoes nailed to either end.

 

Ultimately, I was positioned with my cock about 2 feet above the railing, my legs spread about a yard apart, my cockleash attached to the railing, and my hands behind my back. I faced the road below, which was a distance away, and completely visible if anyone on the next road looked out their windows, as well as from Madame's house as well.

 

I had stood there for about 15 minutes (no way to measure time, of course) when I realized that if I just let my cock wilt, I could probably let it slip out of the leash, and I might be able to escape. Mistress had certainly taken this entirely too far, too fast. It just wasn't worth public humiliation.

 

So I thought of fish, gutting fish, football, school, whatever I could to keep my mind off the situation at hand. School! Jesus, Bethany lived on the next road over. She could see me if she looked out her window! My body jumped with a little shock, and my cock stood at attention once more. Dammit! I had to get away!

 

Bethany was a really hot red-headed girl with a slightly innocent look, a bit shorter than average, but with well-proportioned tits and a hard, tight body.

 

Then there was sort of a wave of relief: she had indoor track practice. Followed by another sudden shock: she would get out soon and probably be able to get home in time to see me. Fuck! I realized the situation was dire, and concentrated for all my heart on seeing the bloody guts of a fish - maybe I could soften up in time.

 

After another ten minutes or so, my cock was getting limp enough to possibly slide out of when I heard a slight buzzing sound, and realized to my dismay that not only had Mistress been watching me through the window, but it must have been a pill-sized vibrator that she inserted into the space on my restraint. Double Fuck!! There was no way I could possibly escape, I realized, and resigned myself to my fate. At least I could get an orgasm out of this. But the closer I got, the slower the vibrator went, and eventually She came out to get me (though not before two cars had honked. I prayed that I didn't know either of their occupants).

 

Mistress untied me and brought me inside, pulling and stimulating my cock up the stairs and into her bedroom, where I was once more strapped to the bed.

 

"You've discovered the secret to my cockstrap," she said, "it's highly modifiable. There are over two dozen seperate attachments on the market, all of which I own, and the company promises to create a new one each month. You;ve only met two, the cage and the simple vibrator. Believe it or not, this is actually the reason I wanted to capture you. To try out this juicy toy."

 

I lay back and closed my eyes. I suppose I had grown used to the situation - me helpless, naked, her fully clothed and powerful, because when I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see her completely topless, small tits reaching upwards, nipples hard. But best of all was her stomach. Tight, smooth, yet somewhat muscular and defined. It was all tapering down into the muscular area by the hips, before being rudely interrupted by her short-shorts.

 

She walked up to me and asked if I liked what I saw - obviously, I did. My awestruck reverie was interrupted by her placing a blindfold over my eyes. There was a slight rustling, then she sat on the bed and straddled my stomach. I could feel her pussy, she must have taken off her shorts. My cock jumped.

 

She was facing my cock, I could feel her breath on it, as she took both hands, placed them on either side, and rolled it like a potter might roll clay. The sensation was overpowering, and it only lasted a few seconds. Her moist pussy traveled across my stomach again, left a shiny trail.

 

She was completely dressed by the time my blindfold was removed.

 

Once more attaching the restraint and leading me downstairs, she told me that there was one last thing we had to do before I could leave for the day. By the entrance, there was a computer in the corner, and two 16-sided dice in the middle of the room. "Pick your poison," she said. I asked what it was for.

 

"Well, you can either roll the dice, get a 16 on the first die and either an 11, 13 or 15 on the second for a complete orgasm, or you can play the computer game."

 

I tried playing the game once, it was basically a primitive sort of thing where a bucket attached to the mouse had to catch falling objects. You could miss three objects before the game ended. I reached 7000 before ending; she said I needed 12000 for an orgasm. I figured the odds were pretty good. At least I had control.

 

"Oh, I forgot to mention: you may only lose one object before the game ends when we play for orgasm. No takebacks, you're stuck with this instead of the dice."

 

I groaned. I would never cum this way.

 

She continued, though. "That's not the only way to orgasm, however. There is a point system as well. Every day you come over after school counts as 2 points, every weekend, 4. Different tasks will award you points - standing outside for an hour, for instance. However, disciplinary infractions cost you points. A small infraction, 10. Moderate, 15, Heavy, 25. If you try to escape from the system, all your points are reset. Today, you earned 3 points, because I'm benevolent. Any questions?"

 

I had one. How many points to orgasm?

 

"250."

 

Shit, man. I would never cum.

 

"Oh, one last thing. Every birthday, you are guaranteed an orgasm."

 

Thanks, Mistress. Only 4 months away.

 

She felt my balls, weighed them in her hands, then unstrapped my resraint and let me dress.

 

"Goodbye," she bid me.

 

I said goodbye as well.

 

 

The next day, I got off the bus at her stop instead of my own. Hesitantly, I walked to her door and pressed the bell.

 

She answered in a bra and panties.

 

My jaw dropped a little, but I recovered and walked in.

 

She cleared her throat. Twice. Finally, I realised she had made the hand motion that implied I should strip. Hastily, I shed my clothes and knelt looking at the floor.

 

"That little slip is going to cost you. Let's go into the basement."

 

At the bottom of the stairs, she slipped my cock restraint on, and put another pill-shaped cylinder in the bottom. It turned out it was frozen metal, which would really hurt my cock a bit. Nothing permanent, I knew, but still. It was hurting after a few minutes.

 

"You will remain this way until you can successfully complete 100 consecutive jump rope jumps."

 

Well, this wouldn't be so bad. I had jumped rope a bit to stay in shape at home, and a few times circuit training in gym class.

 

It was easier said than done. I reached 70 and 80 a few times, but it was difficult to concentrate with my cock flapping around, and the pain in my groin. She sat on the couch and watched with a bemused expression on her face. A few times, she clapped her hands when my cock was really moving, and especially when it slapped my stomach or legs.

 

Eventually I made it to 100, but I was exhausted from numerous attempts, and my body was covered in sweat. She removed the restraint with its cursed iced metal and strapped me to what was apparently a futon. Except it wasn't.

 

"This is another toy of mine. One of the last you'll meet anytime soon."

 

The base of the pad lifted up, in the middle, until I was bent backwards with my cock pointing straight up about 4 feet in the air.

 

Mistress took a seat and examined my cock. Gently, she wrapped her hands around it and yanked a few times. Dammit, but masturbation is nothing compared to what it feels like when another person jacks you off. Especially when you are at their mercy. I sighed and relaxed. She continued to jack me off for some time, always lightening or slowing pace and keeping me off balance. I knew she would never let me cum.

 

With her hands still dry, she wrapped her right hand around the very hand of my cock so that her index finger curled slightly over the top, and her thumb was on the ridge around the bottom. Gently, she made a circular motion with her thumb, around and around and around.

 

After about half an hour of this type of stimulation, I was sweating even more profusely, and she asked me if I knew what overstimulation meant. I answered in the negative, with a slightly sickly feeling.

 

She said that the best way to find out was by example. She took a piece of string, wrapped a cm of duct tape repeated around one end to make a wad, and tied the entie thing tightly around the base of my penis. I could feel the blood wasn't cut off, but knew in my heart that cum flow somehow was.

 

She poured some oil on her hands and rubbed them together. She then started jerking me off at the normal speed, normal tempo. Soon I felt as though I would cum, but nothing. My urethra was blocked. I felt as though I would cum again; again nothing. Then she took a break and blew cool air on my cock, before continuing to jerk me off. I tried repeatedly to cum. Eventually, my cock itself was sore, my balls were worse, end every stroke felt like fire. A few more minutes, and I passed out. When I awoke, she said I had earned one point for enduring that. I thanked her profusely, but still wondered what she had in store for me. My cock was swollen and the head was red. She gently took a handful of her hair in her hand, and lent over my cock. Softly stroking it again made it tremble. I was afraid I was in for more overstimulation.

 

She focused the hair entirely around my hole, gently stroking, inserting it as far up as possible, and twisting it when she removed it. I was right on the edge for an entire 15 minutes. When she let up, my cock pulsed with every heartbeat.

 

"That was one overstimulation session. It took one hour. Did you enjoy it?" I shook my head no. "Good, you aren't supposed to. Everytime you do something wrong, I will subject you to up to five of those consecutively." I groaned. "As well as eliminating points. As this was only the second day, I will not remove your ten points. The next time this happens, you'll be crying by the end."

  

  

After School Cock Teasing, part 2

  

  

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