Tease and Denial Stories
TEASE DENIAL - COCK TEASING MISTRESS
Merciless Mistress Jude
As of Tuesday morning I find that I am still recovering from my weekend ordeal.
Those of you who have read any of my past postings will be aware that the
weekend is Mistress Jude's favourite and most creative time. As a teacher of
adult students she exercises her authority from 9 to 5, Monday to Friday. On the
weekend she exercises the power of female over male. I am her lucky weekend toy.
Mistress Jude is a tall woman in her forties, quite attractively thin who firmly
believes in female superiority. "You have a penis. Your penis makes you weak",
she has told me on many an occassion. She has proven this week after week and I
am helpless when she utilizes her feminine wiles.
This weekend found me arriving at Mistress Jude's apartment where I was informed
that her friend Deb, had at long last expressed an interest in participating in
the games that make me a sex toy to Jude. "Females are superior to males", I was
reminded, "And with that in mind I expect full obedience both to me and to Deb
this weekend." I acknowledged her order.
I stripped off my clothes as my Mistress sat in her chair in front of me. Once I
was fully disrobed Mistress Jude reached her soft hand over and using only her
fingertips, she grabbed the head of my penis and gently directed me towards her.
"Would you like a lick to start of the weekend my little toy?" "Yes please
Mistress Jude" I replied as my tool began to stiffen in her hand.
She leaned forward and softly circled her tongue around the ridge of my
cockhead. I moaned gratefully. She looked up at me to smile at her easy victory.
I was enslaved for the weekend with one lick.
"I am going to bring you very close to an orgasm and then stop. This will remind
you of how weak the male is under the hand of a woman. I will take the very
thing that males crave most from a woman and make it your greatest torture.
Would you like that my little toy?" "Yes Mistress." With that Mistress Jude
reached to the side of her chair, grabbed a bottle of baby oil and squeezed some
out into her hand. Her hand slid loosely over the head of my cock. Softly and
slowly she brought my cock to throbbing madness. "Would my little toy like to
come?," she cooed. "Yes Mistress. Please let me come." "How long has it been
since I have allowed you any release?" "It has been two weeks since my last
ejaculation, Mistress," I responded. Her handiwork, her patronizing tone of
voice and the fact that it had been two weeks since my last orgasm all
contributed to my cock getting ready to erupt within a matter of a couple of
minutes. Mistress Jude could sense this impending ejaculation and changed from
pumping my cock slowly to using only her first finger on the underside of my
glans. She was driving me crazy but I knew that I would never come from this
light sensation alone. "Please Mistress Jude, I will follow all orders
absolutely, just let me come."
"Oooo, my poor little man. All hard and ready to
burst just from one woman's fingertip." She stopped her tip tickling. "Get on
your knees and show me that you acknowledge female superiority. Kiss my feet in
submission to my womanhood!" I dropped to my knees and worshipped this goddess'
feet without shame. She was a female, she could control me with my cock. After a
few minutes of my abasing myself at her feet she instructed me to rub my still
hard penis between her soles. I grabbed an ottoman and gently placed her feet
upon it. I edged up to her beautifully pedicured soles and began to rub my
baby-oil soaked cock between her insteps. "Slowly", she ordered. I stroked my
penis between her feet in what must have been an ultimate picture of female
superiority; male humiliating himself at the feet of a female who sat laughing
as this bastardization of the sex act. Again as I approached an orgasm Mistress
Jude simply separated her feet and left me gasping and my cock twitching in the
empty air. "Two denials already and Deb has not even arrived yet. Your balls are
going to feel like mush by the time Sunday night arrives."
Mistress Jude smiled evily as she grabbed my quivering penis and led me to
Mistress Jude lead me by the cock over to her large dining room table. "Lie down
on the table." she issued. My throbbing hard penis pulsed in absolute openness
as I laid back onto the hard wood table. Mistress Jude flicked my cock with her
fingers and laughed as it bobbed back and forth. From her cupboard she pulled a
few straps which she regularly used to restrain me. Her expertise in this area
was apparent as I found myself strapped to her table completely immobilized
within a few minutes. "I'm going to have to test these bonds a little bit before
Deb arrives to make sure that your wriggling doesn't embarass me. Are you ready
for me to tease torture you again my little toy?" My swollen member had finally
began to subside a little bit and I had recovered my senses well enough to not
want to be brought almost to orgasm and denied again. I knew that there was a
terribly long and torturous ordeal to be faced over the next two days and I
hoped to be spared another denial before Deb's arrival. "Please Mistress, have
mercy on me. I promise full obedience to you and Deb if you allow me a release.
I beg you."
I knew that she would never show any mercy this early on and she proved me to be
right as she began once again her cock-tickling torments. My erection returned
within seconds of her touch and much to her delight there was still a sufficient
amount of lubrication from the baby oil she had tormented me with earlier. There
I was, spread eagle on her table as she pulled up a chair and began a light
manipulation over just the crown of my penis. "Tell me that you're my slave."
"I'm you're slave, Mistress Jude." "Tell me which sex is the superior sex."
"Women are superior to men, Mistress Jude." "You know that I am going to bring
your penis very, very close to orgasm and then stop, don't you. I enjoy stroking
just the end because I know that it drives you frantic but I also know that it
won't quite get you off. Your penis is what makes you a male so I will make you
beg for me to make your penis suffer. This teasing will further illustrate that
I, a woman, have complete control over your ultimate pleasure as a man. It is my
choice to give you that pleasure or withhold it from you." I was sweating
profusely by now as her expert hands slid and squeezed my glans slowly to the
point of near orgasm and held me there on the brink. "I know that you're getting
close. I want you to show me how much you like to a have female own you
sexually, how much you need to suffer at my hands. Beg with me to stop rubbing
your cockhead so that your orgasm with be denied." "Please Mistress Jude stop
and leave me hanging on the edge of release. I beg you to make me suffer. I
worship at your feet and seek only to be of use to your whims."
Mistress Jude let her hand slide off my glans. Tears of frustration streamed
from my eyes and I was still clenching my fists in absolute need as the doorbell
Deb had at last arrived. My ordeal was only now really to begin.
Tied spread-eagle to the table as I was, I strained my head upward to try to
catch a glimpse of Mistress Jude and her friend Deb. I could hear them talking
down the hallway. It was not the giggling of two overly excited little girls but
rather a conversation between two mature women about subject matter other than
the fact that there was a helpless man tied naked with a straining erection to
Jude's dining room table. This struck me as the scary part. I realized that
despite having never participating in a teasing & torture session with us
before, Deb was quite calm and in no rush to take care of my sexual needs.
The two women walked casually into the dining room area. "Look at that cock..."
Deb mentioned, "...It's still rock hard and he's been alone for almost five
minutes. What kind of torment have you been putting this poor man's penis
through?" she finished in mock pity. She sauntered over and using only her thumb
and first two fingers squeezed my cockhead a few times. Jude watched in silent
amusement at the foot of the table. "Would the little boy like for Ms. Debbie to
tickle his penis for a while?" She stared me right in the eyes as she asked me.
I was frantically horny. I had never suffered for two women before and the
psychological element of absolute inferiority and helplessness was making my
cock bob with my pulse. I nodded. "You do know that I am going to leave you
hanging just as you get close to orgasm, don't you? Jude and I have planned for
you to suffer a very severe case of blue balls. I want you to tell me why I can
do this to you. If you answer really well I will bring you so close to release
that you'll think that your balls are going to explode when I stop." I was in
another state of mind at this point and to make matters worse, Mistress Jude had
circled around to the head of the table, sat down and kicked her legs up on the
table with one foot on each side of my face. Her soft soles on my cheeks worked
on my uncontrollable foot fetish while Ms. Debbie continued to lightly knead my
penis head. I was fully owned by these two women. "Please Ms. Debbie, torture my
penis for your amusement. I am a male and my penis makes me weak. I am a slave
to all women and wish only to suffer at your hands. I thank you Mistress Jude
for allowing me to feel your beautiful feet on my face as I am subjected to
feminine wiles." It sounds ridiculous to believe that I actually said these
things but as I said I was in a state of absolute sexual frustration at the
time. It was , as they say, my cock talking. "Very nice my little toy", I heard
Mistress Jude say from above my head, "I want you to lick my feet as a sign of
total submission as Deb works your penis over" And so the torment began. I
turned my head from side to side as Mistress Jude commanded to run my tongue
over her deliciously soft insteps as Ms. Deb licked my cockhead for lubrication
and rubbed her small fist over my shaft and glans very slowly. There was a clock
in the room and through my sexual haze I was amazed at the complete control Ms.
Deb had over my penis. Her slow stroking kept me edging closer to orgasm all the
time without really getting me to the edge for over forty minutes. I was
sweating and moaning constantly in total frustration pleading for her to allow
me release. "I think it's almost time to move on to something new, don't you
Jude?" "Yes", replied my Mistress. With that Ms. Debbie sped up her stroking of
my penis but lightened her grip. This caused her strokes to only softly attain
friction around the rim of my cockhead. As I gained in levels towards orgasm
Mistress Jude ordered insistently for me to continue licking her feet. I lapped
without pride at a woman's soles as Ms. Deb stroked me closer, closer, closer
and stopped dead only a stroke or two from relief. The two women laughed as I
arched my back well off the table and groaned loadly in absolute frustration.
"Well that was fun. What do you say you take a turn Jude?' "Absolutely." Jude
replied, "After all he is MY toy. I'll go get the hair bands and the feather I
've been telling you about." With that, Mistress Jude leaned over and planted a
full open mouthed kiss on my lips. It was a kiss that sent shivers right down to
my penis. I was literally seeing stars from my frustration at this point and it
was pure reflex to fololw her lips up as she began to pull away. It was a kiss
of enslavement that tortured me almost as much as Ms. Deb's teasing.