It turned her on to watch him squirm. For the past nine days, she had spent her idle moments imagining him waking up horny and frustrated, getting aroused at the slightest provocation: the material of his shirt grazing his nipples; a sudden awareness of the heaviness in his swollen balls; the surge of dopamine he would get when his thoughts turned to their nightly session; and the hope she knew he had, despite her cruelty. At first, she had played along with his masochistic fantasies because he had been so insistent but, as time had gone by, she had come to the dawning conclusion that, counterintuitive though it might be, the more she denied him the more drenched with lust and desire he became. There were times when it was annoying, at first there had been a lot of moments of irritation as she had felt herself cast in a role she didn’t always want to play. But she had eventually stopped playing by his rules and started playing by her own and things had improved dramatically, for both of them. When she had stopped parroting back the things she knew he wanted to hear and begun to genuinely inhabit the part, she had found the power intoxicating and he had, after a period of adjustment, come to adore her as much for the near constant bitchy demands and concomitant and unrelenting denial of his lusts as for the moments of generosity and compassion she doled out so sparingly. His constant need made her feel sexy, even when she wasn’t with him. Which was good, because they lived eight hundred miles apart. Today, when she had gotten dressed, she had pulled on a lacy black thong knowing he would only see it if she deigned to show it to him and she had felt delicious as she had slipped it up her legs, her pussy unexpectedly wet. As her fingers had snaked into the skimpy underpants, she had sent him a graphic, one-handed text, knowing it would enflame his libido, and refused to comment on it any further when he had inevitably plied her with those searching questions, trying to get a bit more detail to flesh out the picture her scant text had sketched in his mind. Nine days. As she got ready to begin her day working, she wondered how long she would keep him in denial. It had just suddenly occurred to her; a spur of the moment decision. Before she had even really had time to think about it, she had found the words falling sternly from her lips as she had leaned in to whisper hotly into the laptop microphone.. “Stop touching yourself.” He had been right on the edge; had, in fact, been right on the edge for about thirty minutes when she had issued the command and placed a moratorium on his masturbation. At first he had thought she was playing; thought she was just toying with him for a moment and that he was still going to blow his load. At first, she had thought the same thing. But as he had insisted, wheedled, and opined his need, she had felt herself growing resolute. “No way. Put it away. Now!” He had balked. “Underpants! Now.” He had obeyed, an equal mixture of excitement and reluctance. He must have really wanted to cum. The next night, they had gotten online and she had really intended to give him relief, but he had been a bit shitty with her and she had quietly decided to pass. The topic didn’t even come up until he had hinted. She had pretended not to notice. He had gotten frustrated and ended their conversation. She was certain he had just logged off and gone to take care of business for himself but, surprisingly enough, the next day, she had gotten a text with a not so subtle hint that he hadn’t. He was waiting… For her. That was when she had decided to turn it into a game. She hadn’t fixed a solid number in her mind, but she knew she wanted to test his limits. From little bits she had picked up here and there, she had decided his average must be something like once or twice a day, left to his own devices. She felt that was entirely too excessive. Imagine what he could do with all the time he saved! On the third night, she had casually asked if he wanted to meet up online. She had left the invitation just open enough to imply that ‘this might be the night’ when she had told him that she wanted to take care of some business. When they had met online, he had been visibly excited, even though he had tried to play it cool and casual. His eyes betrayed him. Wide and sparkling; he practically had his cock in his hand already, he had been so excited. “Hi baby,” she had purred. “Hi,” his voice was throaty and hoarse with need. “How you feeling?” “Good, baby.” “How’s that little guy doin’?” She teased him. “Feeling any… Need?” “Yes,” he had responded, eyes twinkling. “Well, we’ll have to take care of that then,” she had said as she had settled back in her chair. She had actually poured herself a glass of red wine for the occasion and she sipped it briefly, looking away for a moment before fixing him with a stare. “Here’s how it’s going to work, baby. You are not going to cum tonight. You are not going to touch your cock unless I tell you to and, no matter what, you are not going to cum tonight. Are we clear?” “Yes,” he had stammered. “You will cum…” She had let the suggestion hang in the air for a moment. “When I tell you you can cum. And that might be tomorrow, or it might be a month from now.” She paused again for effect. “You got all that?” “Yes.” “Good.” She sipped her wine. “And no cheating, do you understand? I’ll probably know if you cheat, and you will tell me if you do. And I will be pissed. And you will be punished for it. If you cheat and you don’t tell me, I will view that as a betrayal, and I will stop playing this game with you and we will not play it again, and we know how much you want me to play this game, don’t we, baby?” “Yes.” he had swallowed. “…And?” “And that’s it. You will not cum tonight. You will only touch your penis if I tell you that you can, and I will decide the date of your next little… relief. And you will not bring up the topic of sex unless I bring it up first. Those are the rules.” “Okay. But…” She sighed. “What?” “What about washing?” “Don’t be ridiculous,” she would have smacked him if he had been in the room. “You can wash and you can hold it when you pee. But that’s obviously it. Other than that, no touching.” “Okay.” “Good! Now talk dirty to me.” She had shimmied out of her shorts beneath the covers, and her hand had slithered between her legs to her wet pussy to find the tiny swollen clit. “What?” “Talk dirty to me. I’m not going to spell it out.” “Oh! Uhh…” “Time’s wasting,” she had said. her breathing was getting heavier as her masturbation had picked up speed. “Your pussy is so fucking hot.” “Yes…” “I fucking love your wet, sloppy cunt. I wish I could fucking lick it right now,” he had panted. “What do you want?” “Your breasts. I want your breasts.” “Where do you want them?” “I want to taste them. I want your nipples in my mouth. I want my cock in your pussy. I want to taste your cum on my tongue I want to tongue fuck you while you cum on my face. I want to lick your puckered, pink asshole.” “Yes…” “I want to thrust into you and cum in you. I want to see your breasts.” She had begun to massage her breasts with her free hand while she furiously masturbated with her other. Her breathing was becoming ragged. “I want you to sit on my face and smother me with that big fucking ass of yours. I want you to blot out the sun while you grind on my face and I lick your fucking wet, fucking sexy cunt while I finger your asshole. Your fucking sexy fucking pussy. All over my face, so goddamned wet. Fucking wet pussy. Fucking sexy pussy. Fucking wet, sexy pussy. Those fucking hips. So goddamned big. Fucking hips. Want to grip those fucking hip-“ His words were drowned out as she had thrown her head back and shrieked with the thunderous power of her orgasm. It felt like an eternity as it came in waves, racking her body. Her eyes screwed shut, her hand a blur beneath the covers. She had squeezed her breast as her climax washed over her. As the orgasm had subsided, she lay still for a while, eyes half open. She had been aware that he was staring at the computer screen, his thoughts a haze of hope and lust. She allowed her breath to come back before she rolled over and gazed lovingly at him through sleepy eyes. “That was amazing.” He just stared. “I love you. Good night, sweetheart.” “But-“ She had closed the connection and reached up to switch off the light, shutting the laptop as she had snuggled deeper beneath the blanket. End of Chapter One. She smiled to herself as she thought about that third night. It had been one of the hottest nights of this little adventure. There had been other nights when she hadn’t even mentioned his predicament or anything to do with sex. She could always sense his frustration when the topics stayed firmly out of the bedroom but, so far, he had managed to keep a grip on things (so to speak) and they talked about art, politics, her schoolwork, and all manner of other things before, eventually, she would bid him good night and he would choke out a strangled reply as she clicked off. On more than one of these occasions, she had logged off with him only to end up frigging herself alone, smiling wickedly to think of how miserable he would be to know what she had done without him. She had thought she might get bored with this game, but six days later and she remained just as intoxicated. She allowed herself to get distracted from her work for a few moments while she toyed with the idea of masturbating and sending him another lewd message. She wondered if she was going to let him have any relief tonight… She shook the thoughts from her head as a sudden warmth erupted between her legs and forced herself to focus. There would be time for that later on… The day went by in a blur. She almost got through the draft she was working on, and made good headway on the stack of papers she needed to grade. The whole time she was working there remained a hot little button in her center, which ignited any time her thoughts drifted to their arrangement. Masterfully, she pressed on and, before she knew it, it was time to set her work aside for the day and get ready. That was another thing. Before they had started playing this devious game, their chats had been such casual. Now, she found herself making more of an effort, and she had noticed that he did too. There was a sort of built in formality to their sexual relationship that added a dimension of anticipation and decorum to things. She stood beneath the hot, beating water of her shower and felt her pussy flush as she thought about all the things she would do to him if she had him here. There was that strap on they had bought… She imagined standing in front of him, clad only in a bra, gripping her thick black rubber cock and waving it sadly in his face. Grasping his hair and guiding his face to the phallus and forcing it into his mouth. She hadn’t realized how much he needed subservience and even humiliation from her before. How much he needed her dominance from her. She imagined welts on his back and chest from her fingernails and had to squeeze her legs together, her muscles going taut. Her nipples were like thick pencil erasers. Her fingers strayed between her legs for a brief liaison. Getting out, she dried herself off with a fluffy towel and stepped delicately to her bedroom. Her fingers toyed with smothering, decadent material as she selected a particularly enticing pair of panties and laid them on the bed. She debated whether to wear a bra or not and decided, in the end, that it would be more exciting if she went commando tonight. A clean, form-hugging pair of jeans were next. Finally, the shirt - a loose fitting garment that could hang off one shoulder if she shrugged the right way, made of the softest, thinnest cotton blend imaginable. It would be practically sheer… Except, of course, that it wasn’t. Before dressing, she picked up a bottle of perfume and spritzed herself, thrilling as she felt the atomized liquid on her naked flesh. She allowed dressing for these calls to become a ritual. An exploration in sensuality. She pulled on her panties and then squeezed into her jeans. Slipping into the shirt, she allowed it to fall to one side, then pulled it upright onto both shoulders. Next, she did her hair, working light, scented oil into it and then brushing it out until it shone like burnished metal. She quickly applied some baby pink lipstick and then went back to her desk, taking a buffer and a bottle of glossy pink nail polish with her. She sat in front of her laptop and took a sip from the glass of dry rose wine she had poured herself before the shower, then began painting her nails while she waited for him to call. The call came just as she was finishing. She put the brush back into the bottle and screwed it shut and then answered the call, blowing gently on her nails as his face came onto the screen. He took in the sight of her and she could see a tremor of desire run across his features. She knew there was a battle being waged in his mind. He wanted to bring up the topic of his cock, but he knew he couldn’t broach the subject without her say-so. And she wasn’t about to give him that… Yet. Was his cock already hard? She liked to imagine that it was always hard these days. She smiled at him, all devotion and love. “Hi,” she said sweetly. “Hi baby.” “How are things,” she asked innocently. “Things are… good.” he wanted to bring up sex so badly, she almost felt a little sorry for him. “Awww, baby, it doesn’t really sound like things are good. Did you have a hard day?” She allowed the pun to hang between them like the scent of an approaching thunderstorm. “Ummm” He began, not knowing how to go on. She put her elbows on the desk and leaned on her hands, all interest. “Tell me all about it, baby. I’m here for you!” “I…” He began, trailing off. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” “It’s just…” She allowed herself to smile at his predicament. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll help you out. Why don’t you slip into something a bit more comfortable for me?” “W-what do you-“ “-I want you to take off your clothes for me, baby.” “Okay!” he started wriggling out of his slacks. “Stand up for me and get undressed. Slowly.” She enjoyed the briefly awkward moment he had and then sat back with her wine and watched as he stood and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. “That’s it, honey.” She cooed encouragingly at him as she took a sip and he moved on to his slacks. “Make it sexy.” He tried moving sexy and he was all elbows, but she appreciated the effort as he slipped out of his slacks and started to peel off his underwear. “That’s enough for now; leave those on. I don’t want you getting over excited just yet.” His look of disappointment was priceless. “Now sit.” She commanded gently. He sat stiffly. “Now why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind, darling.” He swallowed. “I just…” “Yes?” “I was hoping maybe…” He swallowed. “I was hoping maybe tonight we could-I could…” “What, baby?” “You know?” “I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you to tell me.” “I was hoping tonight maybe I could cum.” She was silent for a moment, staring at him. She looked away. She took a sip of her wine. Finally she focused on him again. “Oh, baby…” She was all disappointment. “You were doing so well.” He was silent. Suddenly bashful. “How long has it been since we started this program for you, baby?” “Nine days.” “Nine days. And I really thought you understood the rules. Now I wonder if the message has gotten lost.” “Baby?” “You knew you weren’t to bring up sex unless I brought it up first.” She paused to let the message sink in. “Was that so hard to do?” She paused. “…No…” “Well then why did you do that?” “Do what?” “Why did you bring your cock and your orgasm up? I was asking you about your day.” “But I thought…” “What? You thought what?” “I thought you were…” “I was being concerned. Concerned and interested in your day. Everything is not about sex, Will.” “But-“ “-What? It’s only been nine days! I was going to let you cum tonight too…” She allowed herself to sound disappointed. “But-“ “-but you had to take matters into your own hands!” “I didn’t-“ “-You know what I meant. You should have just trusted me…” She trailed off into silence and sat looking at him, feeling her pussy get wet as he squirmed in his underwear, torn between his desire to wrap his fingers around his cock and his need, his need, to obey. After a long silence, he spoke. “Will you-Are you…” “What?” She snapped. “Will you still let me-“ “-I don’t know now. We’ll have to see. You’re going to have to be punished for breaking the rules. I don’t know if you deserve a reward for this.” “Baby-“ “Don’t ‘baby’ me. I’ll have to decide what to do with you. For now, I want you to tell me about your day.” He was utterly miserable. “Okay, baby.” “What did I just say?!?” “Inna! I meant Inna.” “That’s better,” she said, sounding slightly modified as she sat back. “I ummm… I went to work and… It was…” He was distracted. He didn’t want to talk about his day. She let him struggle a bit. “It was fine I guess… I umm…” “Baby,” she interrupted him. “Do you want to talk about your cock?” “Yes!” “Really? Do you really want to talk about it?” “Yes please.” “How much do you want to talk about it?” “I really, really want to talk about it.” “But isn’t it just frustrating for you? To… You know… Think so much about something you can’t really … do … anything about?” “It’s… Ummm…” “That’s alright, baby. Tell me about it. Tell me about your cock. Go on, baby.” “I want to play with it.” “You do?” “I really, really want to play with it.” “I know you do, baby. I know. You really want to play with that cock. It must be so hard.” “It is… It’s-Please, baby?” “Please what?” “Please, please! Please can I play with it, baby?” “Oh, poor baby. You really want to, don’t you?” “Yes, baby.” “Well…” she thought about it as her fingers slipped between her knees and slid up her thigh and over her jeans and down beneath her waistband. “Maybe…” She watched his eyes light up. “Really?!?” “Just a minute. She stood up and unbuttoned her jeans, aware that the camera was aimed squarely at her panties as she slipped out of the jeans. He gasped as her panties came into view. “Come on.” She said as she picked up the laptop and traipsed into her bedroom. She set the computer down on the bed and stretched out next to it, her fingers once more finding her cunt s she got comfortable. “Okay.” She said, gazing at him. “Play with it for me.” “Now?” “Yes, baby. Do you have to wait to be told twice?” “No, Inna.” “That’s right. Get up on your knees for me, baby. I want a good view.” He got into position. “Now, take it out and… Play with it. For me.” “Yes, baby.” He slipped off his underwear and started playing with it. It was half hard, but thickening as she watched. She flicked her clit. “You are my porn.” She told him. He grunted; licked the palm of his hand, getting it wet with spit. On his knees before her, he stroked himself like an animal, consumed with his lust. She fingered herself harder. “Go slower,” she admonished him. “Don’t… Cum…” She breathed as she fucked herself while she watched him. Her excitement grew as his did. Her breathing came hard and harder still. She fucked herself harder and faster as he stroked himself off before her. She imagined cutting him off, right before his orgasm, and the thought sent her over the edge. Shuddering and heaving, she came loudly. Lewdly. He was desperately stroking his cock. On previous occasions, after she had cum, she had cut him off, and she knew he was near panic as he stroked it faster and faster. “Baby…” She said. “Baby?” He choked. “Take it easy. Slow down. I want you to play with your cock for me… Not for you.” “Okay,” he sighed, forcing himself to slow the pace. His strokes became more sensual. He tried to put on a show, but she could sense his frustration. “Do you want me to let you cum tonight, baby,” she asked as she slipped under the covers, pulling them up. “I really want to cum.” “Ohh, poor baby… I know you must.” “Please?” he asked, not quite whining. “Baby?” “Please, may I cum?” “Well…” “Please?!?” “I guess you can cum.” “Really?!?” “Let’s cum.” “Okay!” “Let’s cum together.” “Okay!” She started playing with herself again as he really went to town, stroking himself with a fervor. As she got closer and closer to her own orgasm, she noted that he was having some trouble. “Baby…” She breathed. “Yes?” He was frustrated. “Is anything wrong?” “It’s just… Can I… Can I see?” “Oh! Of course, baby.” She pulled down the sheet and the blanket. Still wearing her shirt, her arm was visible running out of the frame to where her pussy was enflamed as she jerked and flicked her fingers over her sensitive lips and clit. “Is that better?” She asked, knowing it wasn’t enough. “Yes, baby.” He said. He was disappointed, but he stroked just the same. She jerked herself off some more and got closer and closer to her orgasm. He stared at her tits. She loved being looked at as she imagined his hands on them. Her free hand strayed beneath her shirt, massaging the breasts there. She felt her nipples harden. They poked through the thin material of her shirt. She fingered herself deeper. His stroking became more and more urgent. “Can I see, baby?” “Mmmm” She breathed. He stared and stroked harder. She felt her orgasm approaching again. “Better hurry, baby.” She breathed the warning as he stroked himself faster and harder. “Baby please!” And suddenly, she was cumin, again. She relished it as his pumping grew to fever pitch. He was desperately truing to cum. As her orgasm left her body, she looked over at the screen. Her man. His need. “Two minutes,” she said. “Baby?” “Two minutes, baby,” she said, stifling a yawn. He fucked his hand. “Please baby?” “What is it?” “Can I see, please?” “What do you want to see?” “Can I see your breasts, please?” “Aww, baby… No… I don’t think you need that. This is enough for you.” She pulled down the blanket a bit to expose her shirt. Her fingers reached up to tweak her nipples slightly, the tissue erect beneath the flimsy shirt. “Stroke it for me baby.” She cooed. “One minute, thirty seconds…” “Baby, please!” “Awww, poor baby! You’re wasting time… One minute, fifteen.” He stroked harder and she noticed his cock was growing stiffer and thicker. His hand was a blur. “Lie down for me, baby. On your back.” She said. He lay down. “That’s it, baby. You going to cum for me?” “I’m trying Inna!” “Cum for me baby… One minute!” She sang. “Awww, baby’s not going to cum is he?” Better hurry.” She felt herself getting wet again at the thought of sending him to bed empty-handed. “Forty-five seconds.” “Please let me see!” “No, baby. This is all you need. I’ve pulled down the covers!” “Please!” “Oh… Thirty seconds… Alright.” She slowly began pulling up her shirt as he frantically stroked himself like a hungry beast. Pulling the shirt up and over her head, she was careful to keep her back to him. “Fifteen seconds!” She turned, keeping her hand and arm firmly in place across her chest, nipples hidden. “Here you go, baby. Now try to cum, okay?” He stared and jerked off. “I don’t think you’re going to make it, baby,” she said, consolingly. “Ten… Nine…” “Baby!” “Eight… Seven… Six…” “Oh!” “Uh oh… Are you close, baby? Three…” “So fucking close!” “Two!” “Fuck!” His hand was moving so fast she thought it must hurt. he was right on the brink. She thought she could see his cock twitch. “One!” “Ugh” he grunted as he hit the point of no return. “Zero. Hands off. Now!” He jerked his hands away from his cock as if he had been slapped and she could practically feel his pain as his cock erupted anyway, the wasted cum dripping from the head of his cock to spatter his exposed stomach. She giggled a little. “Aww, baby… I’m sorry… But… You did get to cum though.” He lay there, breathing hard, the frustration wracking his body like physical pain. he was delirious with it, and with his desire for her. “Baby…” She nudged him. “Say thank you.” “What?” “Thank me for letting you cum…” Her devilish smile was almost too much. “Thank you.” “We’ll talk soon, sweetheart, and remember… No touching.” She clicked off before he could respond.