I’ve asked my fantasy woman, Sue, to write about her experiences with tease and denial.
We’ve been married for about 3 years now. When we were dating, Gilbert told me about his tease and denial fantasy. At first, I was shocked. It took me a while to get used to the idea of teasing him with my body.
On the other hand, dating was more enjoyable. I didn’t have to worry about Gilbert pushing me into the bedroom before I wanted to make the relationship sexual. If I came home from a date horny, my trusty vibrator took care of my desire.
By the time we started discussing marriage, we had talked enough about what Gilbert wanted. Basically, I was in complete control of the bedroom. I decided when I would receive sexual pleasure and I decided when he would receive sexual pleasure. I decided when I would orgasm, and I decided when he would orgasm.
On our wedding night, I locked Gilbert in a stainless steel cock cage. He spent the entire honeymoon pleasuring me orally.
About 3 months later, I was frustrated. Dildos and vibrators just weren’t enough anymore. Gilbert and I talked, and we decided that I needed a boyfriend. At first, I was apprehensive about having a fuck buddy.
A month later, I met Richard in the grocery store. He was having trouble finding things, so I helped him do his shopping. Later that night, I went over to his place. He’d just moved into the neighborhood, so I helped him unpack some boxes. Later, we fucked. He was just what I needed in my life.
Sometime later, I made my breast and ass off limits to Gilbert’s touch. I had a boyfriend now that took care of fondling me to my heart’s content. It was hard for him at first to keep his hands off my tits, but a few hours on the punishment chair convinced him I was serious.
Gilbert has to help me have 30 or more orgasms to caress my breasts for a minute. It’s amazing how hard he works to give me pleasure, just for that minute.
I’ve become more hedonistic since I’ve been in this relationship. I stay home and take care of the house while Gilbert and Richard work. I enjoy preparing food from around the world, I smoke, and I enjoy almost unlimited orgasms.
Gilbert has a smoking fetish. After a while, it was easy for me to associate smoking with sex. He likes to watch me smoke while I teasingly masturbate him. I have him light my cigarettes for me and keep the ashtrays clean. My pussy twinges now whenever I have a cigarette.
Between my vibrators, Richard, and Gilbert, I probably have 75 – 80 orgasms a month.
Richard and I have a fairly ordinary fuck relationship. I spend the night with him whenever he calls, and come home after Richard leaves for work. Gilbert has already left for work by the time I get home.
Gilbert pleasures me whenever and however I wish. A typical evening would be dinner, then TV. I’ll have him use his finger to get me off while we’re watching TV. We’ll go upstairs and kiss and cuddle for a while. If I’m in the mood, I’ll slide down the bed and hang my legs off the side. He’ll put a pillow on the floor, kneel down, and eat my pussy. Just seeing him kneeling between my legs is enough to turn me on. Usually, I’ll squeeze my breasts and nipples while he’s eating me. After I cum, we cuddle for a while, and go to sleep.
I’ll teasingly masturbate Gilbert at least once a week. I chain his wrists to the headboard and his ankles to the footboard. After he’s secure, I’ll get his cock cage key from my jewelry box, and unlock his cock cage. His cock springs to attention before I can get my clothes off. This is one of the few times I let him see me naked.
I straddle his thighs, put some baby oil on my right palm, and stroke his cock. Nice, even strokes. I can feel through my fingertips when he’s about to cum. I calmly take my hand away, and watch his body thrash. I’ll let him calm down until he’s flaccid before I stroke again.
I’ll bring him to the edge of orgasm 10 – 12 times before I let him cum, or just stop. Sometimes, after I’ve stopped but not let him cum, I’ll climb up on his face and make him get me off once or twice. There’s just something cruel about denying him while making him get me off that appeals to my sadistic nature.
Speaking of sadistic, I enjoy having Gilbert suffer for me at times. It makes me feel special that he’ll suffer quietly just for my enjoyment. I’ve had him kneel on unpopped popcorn kernels. I’ve had him lock himself in cinder block stocks for hours. I let him think up the torments he’s willing to endure for me.
Life is pretty good for me. I have a husband that adores me, and worships me in the bedroom. I have a boyfriend that lets me do pretty much what I want with him in the bedroom. I love my husband, and love the time we share. I care about my boyfriend, and enjoy the time we spend together.
I already know what would happen if I didn’t have a boyfriend. Instead of being happy as a bedroom bitch, I’d be a crabby bitch everywhere. As for my boyfriend, if I spent more than a day with him at a time, I’d be smacking him for being so overbearing and chauvinistic with me.
I guess you could say that Gilbert is my yin and Richard is my yang.
I’m glad I have both of them in my life. I’m a happy and a lucky woman.