Tease & denial Stories

Major Elaine Garcia stood before a transparent glass panel, exuding elegance in her custom-tailored dark-blue US Army Class A uniform. Her shapely legs, spread apart as wide as her A-line skirt allowed, were supported by a pair of high-gloss, patent-black stilettos. A pair of nude-colored fully-fashioned stockings encased her legs, with their seams lining her calves and connecting the triangular European heels to the stoc...

On the third week, they rolled another three. Not a three for him or for Sarah, but a three altogether. Thomas felt like crying. He could hardly believe it. Already, it had been three entire weeks since he had been locked up in chastity, and the only thing he was able to get was another dry and painful handjob without the slightest hint of relief. His body couldn't take it anymore. Being forced back into his chastity cage...

An eternity seemed to pass before the next weekend came around again. Sitting at his desk at school, Thomas drummed his fingers absentmindedly against the surface. It was Friday, the last period of the day, and in another thirty minutes or so the bell was due to ring. Mrs. Parkins, their English teacher, droned on at the front of the class. Her chalk squeaked silently across the blackboard, and he tried to tune out the ir...

SUNDAY I woke on Sunday morning to the very pleasant sensation of Sara cuddled up to me, stroking my cock. Little head had obviously woken up before big head. “Good morning,” I said as I kissed her brow. “Good morning sleepy head,” she replied. “I fancy a really big breakfast.” “Sounds good, but I know what I’d like first,” I said as I rolled around to face her. Sara kept hold of my now aching cock and said “That will hav...

SATURDAY When I woke the next morning, I was feeling surprisingly refreshed. Sara was still fast asleep beside me. I carefully slid out of bed so as not to disturb her and, having used the bathroom, went along to the kitchen and made coffee. While the kettle boiled, I tidied up a little in the living room. I sorted out the pile of ropes and tidied all the toys into a neat pile. I brought my coffee through into the living...

FRIDAY When I woke the following morning I was alone, well alone in bed at least. I could hear noises from down the corridor. I got up, grabbed my robe, and after a quick bathroom break, headed down the hallway. Sara was in the kitchen, naked as the day she was born. My washing up had been done and she was standing at the counter tapping her fingers as the kettle slowly came to the boil. “Good morning. I hope you don’t mi...

As Sara’s parting words were to encourage me to contact her soon I popped her email on Sunday evening. It was nothing intense, just asking her if she was OK and whether she had any problems when she got home. I also sent an email to Karen thanking her for the fantastic time. I mentioned that I’d mailed Sara. I had to work on Monday morning so pottered about for a little while planning an early night. I quickly checked my...