"I think you will like this new game, because you get to choose if you get to cum, and how you get to cum."
So started the latest phase in my girlfriends and my never ending game of orgasm control. She made this statement four months ago, and I listened to with no small amount of skepticism even then. I doubted she would give up the power rush she got from using her body to torment me, and she enjoyed the total control she had since a snug, steel chastity tube took away my ability to give myself pleasure. No, that tiny key that hung around her neck, pointing toward cleavage that I would never see, was far too much of a turn on for her to give it up, in even a tiny way, anytime soon.
We had been together about 6 months, I had been wearing the device steadily for about 3 months. She had been living in my house full time since our second month together, and lately had used our Saturday night "bargaining sessions" as a chance to exert more and more control over how the house was run. She is ten years younger than me, 28, with flowing blonde hair, a short well toned body, and a bust line that stops traffic. It is that marvelous feature that has many men muttering "lucky bastard" when they see us together, not knowing that neither my hands nor eyes have ever experienced what is under that bra. Every Saturday night she attaches my wrists to a collar around my neck, and she unlocks my restrained dick. Generally dressed in a tight tank top and shorts, she toys and plays with me, never touching my aching cock, while discussing "concerns" she has. I generally capitulate to whatever she wants as quickly as possible, knowing that the threat of being locked back up without relief is ever present. It has only happened once, but I cant go through another week like that again. During our last session before the "new game", she thought it would be great if she drove my new BMW to work as she enjoys the convertible top, and her 6 year old Honda is just fine for my "normal" dri... Læs hele novellen
