freep@world.std.com (fearless freep)

Over the Edge

In our last episode ("Greed Can Get You Into Trouble"), Jaybird and I had 
engaged in a very intense and sexual D/S scene, which ended with me not 
allowed to come that night, or for the next month.  While we've played the 
orgasm deprivation game before, this time figured to be at a higher level.  
Apart from the fact that the duration would be over twice as long as our 
previous record, she warned me that she was going to push my limits.  And 
so she did.

I had a long night after that scene; I went to bed with balls that were sore 
both from the teasing and the CBT she'd done to me.  I slept fitfully, with 
a number of erotic dreams, and was still aroused for most of the next day.

We played again two nights after the original scene.  Before going to 
sleep, she lay down in the bed.  I was ordered to stand naked beside the 
bed, hands linked behind my neck.  She started petting and fondling me.  
Jaybird has a wonderfully erotic touch; it's almost as if she gets inside 
my skin and knows exactly what to do to maximize my pleasure and 
arousal.  She gradually increased the intensity of the petting, until I was 
moaning with pleasure and frustration.  Then she started masturbating me 
in earnest, pumping back and forth vigorously.  This would go on for a few 
minutes, then she'd vary the rhythm and tempo to keep me off balance.  It 
took all my concentration to keep from coming.

This went on for, I don't know, half an hour or so.  My knees were getting 
weak from standing there under the continual stimulation.  I was fighting 
my body's impulses as hard as I could.  She looked at me and said, "Is this 
going to make you come?"

I answered her honestly: "No, I think I can stand the manual stimulation 
indefinitely.  But if you do anything more than that, I probably won't be 
able to fight it."

She replied "Oh, really?  I don't want you to come, but I *do* want it to 
be hard for you.  Let's see how close I can drive you.  Tell me when you're 
about to come."  With that, she redoubled her efforts.  I moaned and 
writhed in pleasure and denial.  I truly had thought I could take the manual 
stimulation forever without coming, but she had me near the edge.  
Finally, I blurted out, "I'm about to come."  She gave my cock a final 
squeeze and then let go, leaving me standing there gasping.  It felt like all 
the blood in my body was concentrated in my cock.

Jaybird got up and went into the bathroom.  With no permission to do 
otherwise, I continued standing by the bed, arms behind my head.  She 
returned with a bottle of liniment.  Pouring some into her hand, she said, 
"Maybe this will cool you down."  She proceeded to rub my cock and balls 
with the liniment.  At first it felt cool, but it quickly heated up and got 
intense.  I was whimpering with need when she kissed me and said, "Good 
night, and pleasant dreams."

As you might expect, it was another long night.

She left me alone the next night.  But the night after that, she started
again.  We were sitting in our hot tub, enjoying the moon and stars on a
cool Southern night.  Jaybird was sitting next to me and reached over to
grab my cock.  I was in a very sensitive state and quickly became erect. 
She cuddled close and very slowly stroked and teased me.  She started
sucking and biting my nipples and my neck.  My neck is a very erogenous
zone; I especially love being bitten there.  My nipples have always been
sensitive, but have been particularly so lately, since a lot of new skin has
recently grown there and hasn't been toughened up yet. 

She moved in front of me, keeping one hand stroking my cock.  I moaned and
sank back until my head was resting on the edge of the hot tub.  She
gradually brought me up to the edge of coming, then back down, over and
over again.  This went on for a long time, gradually sinking me ever
deeper into a submissive headspace.  I was paralyzed.  It wasn't that I
didn't want to move; I couldn't.  She had taken away all my volition.  Now
I see why pre-negotiated limits are a good idea, because in that headspace
I would have let her do anything at all to me. 

She finally released my cock and stood up over me, pressing her pussy into 
my face.  I grasped her buttocks, pulling her to me, and started licking her.  
She enjoyed it, but the position was not the best, and soon she pulled 
away.  She told me to dry off and come into the house.  

We moved into the living room, and she put her hand on my shoulder, 
pushing down with a steady pressure until I was on my knees.  Then she 
pushed on my chest until I sank back onto the floor, laying on my 
back and looking up at her.   She sat on my face and had me eat her.  I was 
incredibly excited, and so was she; she was very wet, and quickly built up 
to a powerful orgasm.

She wasn't done with me, though.  Pulling back from my mouth, she settled
between my legs and once again started stroking my rock-hard cock.  Soon I
was moaning again.  She was watching me intently, and when I reached a
certain level of arousal she leaned down and started licking my cock.  She
ran her tongue up and down the shaft, then around the head, gently and
teasingly.  This felt incredibly good; so good I almost couldn't stand it. 
It felt like my entire being, all my attention and sensation, was focused
in a small area between my legs. 

"I'm really having to fight hard," I told her.  "If you keep that up, I'm 
going to come despite myself."

She leaned forward, staring into my face. "I don't *want* you to fight it," 
she said with a gleam of intensity in her eyes.  "And I don't want you to 
come, either.  I want you to feel whatever I do to you and accept it.  I do 
want you to warn me when you're about to come.  In fact, I want you to 
tell me everything you're feeling.  Do you understand?"

This was a new wrinkle.  I'd gotten pretty good at fighting off orgasm.  
But to *not* fight it...that was going to be tough.  I thought about what 
she'd asked.  "Yes, Mistress," I responded.

She started licking and sucking me with greater intensity, swallowing my 
shaft.  Her mouth was so warm, soft, and sensual...I was about to pass out 
with pleasure.  My arousal built towards orgasm.  Automatically, I started 
to fight it off, then remembered my new instructions.  I had to fight not to 
fight it, which was difficult.  Finally, I didn't think I could stand much 
more, and I told her so.

She stopped teasing me and moved up to my head, sitting on my face again.  
She didn't have to order me to eat her; I knew what she wanted.  Again, I 
licked her for a long time.  Her arousal fed my own, and when she came I 
felt an echo of her orgasm in my own being.

She slid back down my body, grabbing my cock and stroking it.  She
straddled it and started rubbing the head with her wet pussy.  I realized
what was coming and experienced the most mixed set of emotions I've ever
known.  I wanted to be inside her so bad I couldn't stand it; but at the
same time, I knew that I wouldn't be able to avoid coming for long if she
fucked me. 

I told her what I was feeling.  She chuckled evilly and slid her pussy
over the end of my cock, just a little bit.  I thought I was going to pass
out from the intensity of it.  She started sliding up and down, just over
the last inch or two of my cock.  It was so frustrating I couldn't believe
it.  I was getting spacey; I don't know if it was endorphins, but it sure
felt like an endorphin high. 

Suddenly she sat down hard, plunging my cock all the way inside her. 
"Unnh!" I grunted--it was as if I'd been struck.  She quickly retreated
until just the head was in her pussy.  I was whimpering as she started
rocking back and forth, again taking just the last inch or two. 

She slammed all the way down on me again.  I yelped.  I've heard about an
excess of pleasure crossing the line into pain, but...I guess I'd never
really understood it.  Now I did.  Again she pulled back, just teasing the
end of my.  I was twisting back and forth under her, making sounds that
I'd never made before. 

She did it again.

And again.

And again.  Finally I said, "I can't take much more.  If you do that one 
more time I'm going to come."

She gradually slid off of me.  When her pussy broke contact with my cock, 
it was like a physical blow.  No, it was worse; I can take physical blows.  
This caused a feeling of, I don't know, *loss* I guess.  I laid there, with 
her sitting on my chest, whimpering, almost crying.  She gazed into my 
eyes and said compassionately, "Is it that bad?  Should I let you come?"

I thought about it as best I could.  "No," I said after a few moments.  "I 
can stand some more.  But it's taking me to a new place."

"Good," she said.  "That's what I want it to do." She paused, then went
on.  "You *can* safeword out of this if you choose.  I might not let you
come, but I'll at least stop teasing you."

"No," I repeated.  "No safeword, at least not yet."

"Good slave," she said.  "Now I think you need to eat me one more time 
before we go to bed."  And once more she settled onto my face while I ate 
her.  After she came, she climbed off me and said, "I think you should wear 
your harness for the rest of the night."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.  I went to get the harness: a leather cock 
harness and ball separator.  It's of a size that fits comfortably when I'm 
soft, but is extremely snug when I'm erect, as I was then.  When I wear it 
erect, it tends to maintain and even increase my erection.  Which it did, 
all the rest of that night.

And so it went, for the next two weeks.  Not every night, but every second 
or third night.  I won't detail all of them; just imagine variations on the 
above themes and you'll be pretty close.  I will mention one more night, 
not in detail, but briefly; our dear friend and love Coyote, who I've posted 
about once before, came over to visit one evening.  The three of us took 
turns massaging one another, then piled into bed together.  For sleep, not 
sex; our relationship with Coyote is kind of different.  There is a strong 
sexual tension present (Jaybird and I are both attracted to her, and vice 
versa I believe), but Coyote has many unresolved hangups about sex, and 
we've never done more than pet and cuddle with her.

Jaybird was having some problems with her back, and as is frequently the 
case, found she needed to stretch out in the whole bed.  Coyote and I moved 
to the guest room, where we spent the night together, our naked bodies 
intertwined, petting and cuddling; as usual, nothing more.  It was a 
wonderful night--I'm more than happy to do just that with her--but it did 
add to my frustration level, especially when we settled down spoon 
fashion, my erection pressed into the warmth of her buttocks.

As the teasing and frustration went on, it started to affect my sexuality 
in unexpected ways.  Most of the time I was generally horny, which was 
not surprising.  I also became much more aware of the sexiness of the 
people around me.  Oddly, on some days I was sexually numb, as if 
overstimulated--I had absolutely no interest in or arousal by anything.  
Other days, however, I was hypersensitive--the merest touch, or even a 
thought, would make me instantly erect and excited.

I was in the hypersensitive state Saturday morning.  I was keeping Jaybird
company in the kitchen while she fixed breakfast.  During a break while
her attention wasn't required, she pulled me to her and hugged me tightly. 
Then she started nibbling my neck, finally biting and sucking quite hard. 
I quickly grew hard and was moaning in pleasure--it felt like I was going
to melt in a puddle at her feet while she bit my neck.  After a few
minutes, she let me go, smiled, and turned back to the stove, leaving me
gasping for breath and with a lovely hickey blazing forth on my neck. 

A little later that morning, Jaybird and I were laying on the bed, playing
with one of the cats.  She was naked and I was wearing only a pair of
running shorts; I was getting ready to go to a race.  As we laid there, I
realized that I was getting excited just looking at her naked body.  She
picked up on this and rolled over next to me.  Pinching one of my nipples,
she purred, "What's the matter, freep?  Something got you excited?"

"Y-yes, ma'am," I stammered, as she pulled and pinched the nipple.  During
the previous two weeks, she hadn't done much in the way of pain to me. 
Now she was hitting my still-tender nipples.  It hurt, but was
tremendously erotic. 

She bent her head to my chest and started sucking and biting my nipples.  I 
gasped and gently held the back of her head, supporting her against my 
chest.  Like some of the previous sessions, I quickly went into a totally 
submissive headspace.  She could have done anything to me then and I 
would have accepted it, even enjoyed it.

She reached down to my shorts and felt my erection.  "My, my," she said.  
"All excited, aren't we?  What a shame."  And with that, she started 
rubbing my cock through the shorts, kissing me, and nibbling on my neck 
and nipples.  It felt so good.  Too good, again--I was so horny I almost 
couldn't stand it.  

She nibbled on me for a bit, then pushed me onto my back and climbed up
over me.  She sat on my chest, playing with my nipples, then leaned
forward until her pussy was just in front of my face.  I craned my neck
forward, trying to reach her, but she kept pulling back to evade my
tongue, teasing me.  Finally, she lowered her pussy to my mouth and let me
eat her.  I licked and sucked her and reached up to pull her nipple rings. 
She likes that a lot, and she soon had a powerful orgasm. 

Then she eased her body backwards to my groin.  She knelt between my legs,
gripping the base of my cock tightly.  Suddenly she opened her mouth and
swallowed the entire length of my cock.  I nearly bounced off the ceiling. 
She started sucking me in earnest.  There was no slow teasing this
time--she was pushing me hard. Soon I was squealing with pleasure and 
horniness.

She kept sucking me for a few minutes, then stopped and straddled my hips. 
Once again, she caught the head of my cock so that it was just barely in
her pussy; she rocked back and forth, teasing me to an even higher pitch. 
She kept on for a while, then slid all the way onto me.  This time she
didn't bother with any slow teasing; she started fucking me for all she
was worth.  It was incredible, sensational, mind-blowing.  My mind was
somewhere near the ceiling, my whole body reveling in the feel of her. 

"Remember," she told me as she went on fucking me.  "I don't want you to 
fight it.  Just accept whatever I do to you.  But tell me when you're just 
about to come."

I nodded, lost in the sensations as she rode me.  As horny as I was, it
didn't take long to bring me close to the edge.  I was definitely in a
tricky situation; I wanted the feeling to last as long as possible, but
knew that if I waited too long I'd come and get severely punished.  (And
no--it's not worth it.  It happened once.  Trust me on this.) I waited as
long as I could, then finally said, "You'd better stop now, or I'm going
to come."

She went on for another two or three strokes.  It occurred to me that she 
might bring me to orgasm without giving me permission and then punish 
me for it, but that wasn't her plan.  She eased to a stop, then very slowly 
slid off me, lingering just at the last moment of contact.  Once again there 
was a hammering sense of loss when she broke physical contact.  She 
leaned down and hugged me, letting me come down off the peak of arousal.

She held me, nibbling my neck, and started brushing my cock (which felt 
like a steel beam at this point) with her pussy.  After a minute, she once 
again slid onto me and started fucking me, first slowly, then faster and 
harder.  She quickly took me up to the level of the first time, then beyond 
it.  I was moaning, whimpering, gasping, making all the noises in the book.  
My mind was off in another world, and for a while I had the most uncanny 
feeling that she had the penis and was fucking me with it.  

This went on for a while, and again I got near the edge.  I told her I was 
close, and again she went for a couple more strokes, then slowly slid off 
me.  It hurt so bad that I sobbed.  

Again she leaned down and hugged me, letting me cool off just enough 
that I wouldn't come immediately.  After just a moment she slid my cock 
into her pussy yet again.  I began to wonder how long this could go on, and 
what I would be like at the end of it.  Each time, she was taking me to a 
certain place, then backing off just a little and taking me higher the next 
time.  That was the pattern again--we quickly surpassed where we'd been 
a few minutes earlier, and were soon even higher.

I was somewhere beyond pleasure, beyond frustration, somewhere where 
there was just sensation.  Part of me wanted desperately to come, more 
than I ever have in my life; but another part wanted this feeling to go on 
and on and never stop.  She kept on fucking me, taking me even higher.  I 
was tossing my head from side to side and at one point I saw the clock; 
we'd been going for over an hour.  

I waited until the last possible second before telling her to stop. 
Perhaps a little too long; as she pulled off, a few drops of come oozed
from my penis.  As she pulled away this time, I was crying wordlessly. 
Starting to come like that was the straw that broke the camel's back.  As
long as I didn't come at all, I could keep it going, but that little taste
of it pushed me over the edge.  She leaned down to hug me, and suddenly I
cried out, "That's enough.  I can't take anymore.  I give up!  I
surrender!  SAFEWORD!!"

And with that, she slid her pussy onto my cock one more time.  Starting to
ride me yet again, she said gently, "Go ahead and come.  You have
permission." No sooner had she said it than I started coming, and coming,
and coming.  It was the longest and most intense orgasm of my life.  My
whole body felt like it was draining away into her. 

I finally stopped coming.  My orgasm must have lasted for minutes.  Part
of me was regretful for not making it the whole month; I'd made it only
twenty days.  Part of me was shaking its head at the realization that I'd
just been teased to safeword.  Most of me, however, was in a state of
pure, contented bliss.  I wanted nothing more to curl up in a ball with
Jaybird and go to sleep.  Unfortunately, I had no time to lay around; I
had to get up, get dressed, and go to the race. 

I didn't run worth a damn.  My high school coach was right: it does sap your 
strength.

But it was worth it. :)

fearless freep