Yesterday, Mistress really surprised me
with a little bit of humiliation. It all began when I complained that
she had not told me any humiliating fantasies of late. That was three
days ago. As luck would have it, Mistress actually paid attention to
me when it would have been wise and kept my mouth shut.
Back Mistress pretty much ignored me
during the morning hours, but she did inform me that she had invited
a few friends over at 11:00AM for little chat. I was not so foolish
as to ask what they might chat about. I figured I would be serving
them drinks and snacks, but would mostly be told to stay in my room.
That's what normally happens during these things.
Anyway, I was in for a big surprise.
About ten minutes before her guests were to arrive, I was ordered to
strip and sit in a straight-back chair she had set next to her
favorite seat. Hesitantly, I complied. My wrists were bound to the
back while my ankles were bound to the outsides of the front legs. To
top it off, Mistress ran a few wraps of rope around my chest just to
keep me from moving too much. Finally, I was blindfolded and my cage
was removed. I asked Mistress what she had in mind. But she only
replied that I would find out soon enough.
A few minutes later the doorbell rang
and I heard three women enter the room. Mistress sat down next to me
and her hand rested in my lap. She began to softly touch my cock and
balls as she talked with the other women. He fingernails raked gently
along the length of my cock from the base to the tip. I was quickly
getting aroused. However, I soon became acutely aware that she never
touched the head.
I kept being distracted by the Ladies
conversation. It was not particularly erotic, and the more I listened
to them, the less I was aware of the very soft touches Mistress was
giving my cock. Every so often, Mistress would give a squeeze to my
balls diverting my attention back to where she wanted it. My cock
would swell again.
Before long, the only thing I could
think about was the fact that Mistress would not touch the head of my
cock. It became first and foremost in my mind. I began to struggle
and squirm a bit in an attempt to manipulate her hand so that it
would touch it. Just once. That's all I needed. My mind (and my lust)
became obsessed with the head of my cock and the fact that, no matter
what I did, she would not touch it.
By this time I was oozing precum all
over the place. My balls were being covered with it. As the Ladies
talked and ate their snacks, I was in another world. A world of
torment. I tried to concentrate on their conversation, but I just
couldn't keep my mind off the neglected head of my poor, straining,
cock. The fact that there were three strange women in the room only
added to my arousal. The humiliation I felt was becoming secondary to
my need to feel even the slightest touch on that little head.
Except for a feeling of panic and hope
when Mistress offered one of the other woman the opportunity to tease
my poor cock, I could not think about much of anything other than
being touched in the “right” place. When Mistress gave up her
chair and instructed the woman replacing her not to touch the head of
my cock, my need to feel anything touch the head of my cock became
extreme. L could not think about anything else! Not the humiliation I
felt, not the fact there were four women watching my naked body, my
cock, squirm to be touched. All I could think about was my need. My
single need to be touched on the head of my cock. It was driving me
absolutely crazy!
If you have never been denied the touch
of your Mistress' fingers on any single, aroused part of your body,
then you can't fully understand the torment, the torture I was
enduring at that moment. Not moment, hour! Those women started taking
turns teasing my poor cock. None of them would touch that one spot
that would give me relief from my frustration. Oh, I would not get
relief in the normal manner, that is, I would not be allowed to cum,
but I knew that. No, my need was different. Different than any need I
might have to orgasm. My need was so intense that I would have done
anything, ANYTHING, to feel one finger graze lightly over the head of
my cock.
As I said, if you have never felt the
kind of need I am talking about, I feel for you. You don't understand
how wonderfully frustrating it can be. I was literally screaming,
begging, and pleading for someone to touch me, just once, on the head
of my cock. My poor, straining, tormented, wanton cock head.
The Ladies left after about an hour. It
felt like a great deal longer than that, but I was never given the
relief I so needed. Mistress left the room for a few minutes to bid
them all goodbye and see them off. When she returned, she did not
touch me. She sat down next to me and began talking. She asked me
questions about the experience ( the torment) I just endured. By the
time she was finished, my cock was limp, there was a puddle of precum
on the chair beneath my balls, and I was exhausted. She let me sit
there for, bound to my chair for another fifteen minutes before
releasing me.
She replaced my cage and released my
bindings. I was extremely frustrated, and still could not touch the
head of my cock. At least not the way that would provide any relief
from my frustration. It took me another half hour before I could
think about anything but the torment I just been put through.
If you have never been through the
torment of being teased and denied in this way, I hope you will,
someday, be able to experience it. Yes, it was torture, but it was
such wonderful torture!
nemo
