Title: Cock Teasing Torments.

"So, is this what you fantasize about David? Having your cock teased and at a womens mercy?" I pressed closer.

He nodded.

"Are there other things you fantasize about David? Kinky things?" I asked coyly. . He blushed and nodded.

I returned to stroking him, slowly, deliberately and as I did, I found it was like milking him for information. The closer he grew to an orgasm, the more he'd talk. He'd start off shy and reticent. By the time he was on the edge, it was like a floodgate had opened. A flood of fantasies, desires, and fetishes spilled out of him. The things he had harbored deep inside, but had never told a soul.

As he spoke, a mixture of excitement and desperation permeated his voice and I felt my insides start to squirm and I could feel my excitement rising, my wetness growing.

Finally, when I couldn't bear it any longer, I straddled his lap, my soaking wet panties pressed hard against his cock. I slowly started to grind against him.

"If you cum, David, I'm going to be furious," I hissed at him as I started to grind harder.

"Please, no," he begged, "I can't hold back, I can't stand it." His words, his desperation made me grow hotter, grind faster. I was getting off on how hard I was making it for him.

Finally I exploded, cuming and grinding into him, grabbing a handful of his hair, pulling his close and kissing him hard.

After cumming again, I collapsed against him. His eyes were closed and he was whimpering desperately. I sat back and looked down, seeing what he had done. His thumb and forefinger were wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, squeezing tightly as it bulged above his hand.

He was trying to swallow, with an obviously dry mouth. He tried to speak coherently, but the best I could piece together was that the minute he released, a flood of cum was going to shoot out of him.

He was shaking.

"But you can't cum like that right now?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"So, there is an easy way to take care of this," I told him and disappeared into the bathroom.

"This ought to work," I said, holding up a thermometer. "Like a plug." I slowly licked the thermometer and then pressed the silver tip against the slit of his cock. Gently I guided it inside him, slowly pressing it into the length of his hard cock. I held it and instructed him to let go. As he did, he seemed to spasm a bit, his cock straining. I smiled and laughed softly, before slowly withdrawing the thermometer, watching as cum bubbled up from he tip of his cock.

I held it to his mouth and told him to clean it. I laughed softly as he licked the cum off the glass.

I looked at him sternly, "I told you not to cum and you did anyway, didn't you?"

He nodded, "I tried not to."

"That is something we are going to have to work on," I told him.
I looked at David sternly. "Well, it's too late to do anything about it tonight. But tomorrow, I want to take you to see a friend of mine, OK?" I was being intentionally vague.

"Who?" he asked tentatively.

"Just a friend," I said coyly.

His hesitancy grew. "Um, I'm not sure, Terri."

I bit my lower lip and smiled, "David," I said to him sharply, "You were a very bad boy. I asked you not to cum and you did anyway."

He was looking more and more confused. "I didn't think you were, you know, serious," he protested.

"Of course I was serious David." I added just a touch of disappointment to my voice. "I really had hoped you'd wait for me." I slid my hand along his leg, slowly tracing his thigh until I reached his crotch. I touched him gently.

"I want to see you squirm, I want to hear you whimper, I want to hear you beg, and maybe even something more," I felt him grow harder in my hand, so I began stroking him slowly again.

"What do you mean 'more'?" he queried.

"Oh, you'll find out tomorrow," I teased. Smiling as I continued stroking him and thought about the tight little chastity belt that would be locked on his hot little cock. My pussy quivered at that sweet thought.

"Now do you think you'll be able to keep your hands off yourself tonight? Or do I need to give you a little help?" I asked him, growing more playful. I twirled my hair with my finger, watching him squirm a little.

"What kind of help?" he asked.

"Well," I said seductively, "I could always tie you up." I felt his cock stiffen at my invitation and I giggled. "I see you like the idea," I continued, teasing him a little.

He had closed his eyes and was now arching his back a little, pressing into my hand. The more he pressed, the less I rubbed, pulling back as I sensed his hunger growing. Finally, he reached up, grabbing my hand and pressing it into his cock.

"Tsk, tsk," I chided him, laughing, "You don't do that David. That's being a bad boy."

He blushed, squirming a bit, and swallowed hard, "Please," he said softly.

I shook my head slowly, standing I waved my finger at him, walking over to his closet, I opened it up and starting looking around. I found three beautiful silk ties and pulled them off the hangar.

I walked back towards him, sauntering slowly, provocatively running the ties through my hands.

"OK, David, stand up, arms behind you."

He did as I asked, as I touched his arms, I could feel him trembling. I took the first tie and wrapped it around his wrists, cinching them tightly together. He twisted them a bit, but the tie held tight. The second tie I drew tight around his arms, pulling his elbows together behind him, which surprised him a bit and left him more vulnerable than he expected. He squirmed quite a bit more, now really feeling his freedom evaporate.

"There's no use David, I'm very good at this," I said, smiling. He squirmed a bit more, pulling and twisting before giving up. His face was flushed and his breathing was a bit ragged.

"Now, this last tie," I began, "This one is special." I pressed up close to him and passed the silk tie between his legs, taking one end in each hand, I began sliding it back and forth, brushing his cock and balls. Almost involuntarily, he started to hump it. As he did, I'd stop.

"Hold still David," I instructed, again rubbing him with the soft silk until he couldn't keep still. Three more times, I teased him until he couldn't keep still.

I could tell he was desperate, watching him listening to him. His words had turned from soft begging to mumbled pleadings.

I would occasionally tease him more, telling him he wasn't being clear, that he'd have to calm down before I could understand him.

"It's getting late, David," I finally told him, and you are going to have a long day tomorrow. "Let's get you to bed."

Before doing so, I got another tie. I led him to the bed and helped him lie down. Once he was comfortable, I tied each ankle to the bottom bedposts spreading him nice and wide.

I slipped into bed next to him and switched off the lights. I cuddled up close and ran my hands and fingers over his chest, his stomach, his neck, and his thighs, slowly raking my fingernails along his inner thighs, right up to his cock before stopping. I pressed my breasts and pussy into him, squirming against him moaning. Everytime he made a sounds, I'd hush him, telling him to try to get some rest.

It wasn't long before he was squirming again.

I wet my lips and pressed them to his ear. In a flood of hot breath, I whispered to him, "I'm not touching it again tonight, so I want you to be a good boy and lay still while keeping it nice and hard for me."

As I pressed against him, I let my own hand wander between my legs, slipping a finger inside, I gyrated against my own hand, pressing my body hard into his as I let a long, slow, powerful orgasm wash over me, telling him how good it felt.

The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep was his soft whimpering, and seeing his swollen cock sticking straight up, while I rested my head on his stomach. Letting my eyes close, I smiled, kissed his belly and wished him sweet dreams. Tommorrow his chastity belt would be locked on.