You’re only vaguely aware of your where you are. The armchair that you’re tied to. The scent of sex in the air (her arousal or yours? You don’t think your precum has a scent, although you’ve never leaked this much before). Not a single noise except for the odd whimper that escapes from your mouth. And, of course, her voice.
“Are you close?”
“No,” you lie.
Gwen laughs, stopping her hand the very millisecond before you explode. “Oh yes you are. Trying to fool me now, are you?”
“No,” you shake your head, fear setting into your eyes.
“Careful, roomie.” She grins. “Lying like that isn’t gonna get you anything but more days of denial added to your sentence.”
“Gwen, please,” your voice quivers. “It’s been way too long! You have to let me cum!”
“You’re in no position to make demands. You have a debt to pay, remember?”
“P-please…” You whimper, blue balls boiling with their unspent load.
“Now listen, roomie, because I’m tired of reminding you. It doesn’t matter how hard you beg. You have a specific day when you’re going to get to cum, and you won’t be able to cum a moment sooner. Those pictures of me I found on your computer last week… they were dated January 2021. Which means you’ve been stealing free orgasms off my back for over six months. With the amount of catching up you have to do, it’ll be a miracle if you get to cum before next year.”
“It’s not fair!” You cry. “They weren’t even inappropriate!”
“Maybe not,” Gwen smirks. “But you and I both know the reason you had them downloaded. Don’t think I don’t know what that little folder on your laptop is for.”
You throw your head back in despair. The worst part is, she is completely right. Before she found you out, you would have happily jumped at the chance to sleep with her. After all, you had been jacking off to her pictures for months! But after a week of aching balls and utterly frustrating arousal, the only thing you want is to escape her torturous hands. The hands that you can’t seem to trick, no matter how hard you try to suppress your moans and breathing.
“You know, if you wanted dirty pictures of me, you could have just asked politely. I might have sent you some. And then you wouldn’t be tied up to your own bed with searing hot blue balls right now.”
“Goddammit, Gwen!” You whine. “There’s no way I can wait six months! You HAVE to let me cum!”
In a second, Gwen’s face goes from smug to angry. Grabbing you by the cock, she tortures you with the lightest strokes as you buck your hips, thrashing wildly against the restraints. Ignoring your desperate pleas, she brings you to an edge so intense it almost makes your eyesight turn white. And she keeps you there. Using just the right amount of pressure to grind you mercilessly against the edge, but not quite enough to make you cum. You can hardly stand it.
“G-Gwen!! P-please!”
She just smiles and shakes her head. The torturous feeling of riding the edge lasts for what seems like an eternity before she finally, mercifully, gives you a minute to breathe.
“Let’s be clear, roomie. I don’t HAVE to do anything. I hold the key to your cock cage and never let you out of it unless your hands are handcuffed to your bed. I’ve mastered the art of edging to the point where there’s no risk of me messing up. I can deny you forever if I want. You’re lucky you’re getting off this easy.”
You let out a moan of pure need as she grabs onto your cock again and continues edging you. More time passes. Minutes? Hours? It’s hard to tell when almost every second involves you writhing on the razor’s edge of release or pleading with Gwen for your torture to end. By the time she’s satisfied with your state, you are absolutely covered in sweat.
“Well, it’s getting late,” she says. “We both have to work tomorrow, and we wouldn’t want either of us dozing off too early in the evening and missing our daily edging session.”
“This isn’t fair,” you pitifully whimper as she grabs the ice pack and presses it against your frustrated genitals.
Gwen laughs. “Maybe not. But this is the way that it has to be. Look on the bright side – when I finally let you cum in a little over six months, your load will be so pent-up and pressurized that it’ll probably hit the ceiling.”
And with that, she locks your cock back up in its steel cage, unties you from your restraints, and gives you a peck on the cheek. Then she leaves for her room with a laugh, leaving you to desperately paw at your caged cock as you wail in unbearable frustration.
So goddamn mean.
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Denial Debt
You’re only vaguely aware of your where you are. The armchair that you’re tied to. The scent of sex in the air (her arousal or yours? You don’t think your precum has a scent, although you’ve never leaked this much before). Not a single noise except for the odd whimper that escapes from your mouth. And, of course, her voice.
“Are you close?”
“No,” you lie.
Gwen laughs, stopping her hand the very millisecond before you explode. “Oh yes you are. Trying to fool me now, are you?”
“No,” you shake your head, fear setting into your eyes.
“Careful, roomie.” She grins. “Lying like that isn’t gonna get you anything but more days of denial added to your sentence.”
“Gwen, please,” your voice quivers. “It’s been way too long! You have to let me cum!”
“You’re in no position to make demands. You have a debt to pay, remember?”
“P-please…” You whimper, blue balls boiling with their unspent load.
“Now listen, roomie, because I’m tired of reminding you. It doesn’t matter how hard you beg. You have a specific day when you’re going to get to cum, and you won’t be able to cum a moment sooner. Those pictures of me I found on your computer last week… they were dated January 2021. Which means you’ve been stealing free orgasms off my back for over six months. With the amount of catching up you have to do, it’ll be a miracle if you get to cum before next year.”
“It’s not fair!” You cry. “They weren’t even inappropriate!”
“Maybe not,” Gwen smirks. “But you and I both know the reason you had them downloaded. Don’t think I don’t know what that little folder on your laptop is for.”
You throw your head back in despair. The worst part is, she is completely right. Before she found you out, you would have happily jumped at the chance to sleep with her. After all, you had been jacking off to her pictures for months! But after a week of aching balls and utterly frustrating arousal, the only thing you want is to escape her torturous hands. The hands that you can’t seem to trick, no matter how hard you try to suppress your moans and breathing.
“You know, if you wanted dirty pictures of me, you could have just asked politely. I might have sent you some. And then you wouldn’t be tied up to your own bed with searing hot blue balls right now.”
“Goddammit, Gwen!” You whine. “There’s no way I can wait six months! You HAVE to let me cum!”
In a second, Gwen’s face goes from smug to angry. Grabbing you by the cock, she tortures you with the lightest strokes as you buck your hips, thrashing wildly against the restraints. Ignoring your desperate pleas, she brings you to an edge so intense it almost makes your eyesight turn white. And she keeps you there. Using just the right amount of pressure to grind you mercilessly against the edge, but not quite enough to make you cum. You can hardly stand it.
“G-Gwen!! P-please!”
She just smiles and shakes her head. The torturous feeling of riding the edge lasts for what seems like an eternity before she finally, mercifully, gives you a minute to breathe.
“Let’s be clear, roomie. I don’t HAVE to do anything. I hold the key to your cock cage and never let you out of it unless your hands are handcuffed to your bed. I’ve mastered the art of edging to the point where there’s no risk of me messing up. I can deny you forever if I want. You’re lucky you’re getting off this easy.”
You let out a moan of pure need as she grabs onto your cock again and continues edging you. More time passes. Minutes? Hours? It’s hard to tell when almost every second involves you writhing on the razor’s edge of release or pleading with Gwen for your torture to end. By the time she’s satisfied with your state, you are absolutely covered in sweat.
“Well, it’s getting late,” she says. “We both have to work tomorrow, and we wouldn’t want either of us dozing off too early in the evening and missing our daily edging session.”
“This isn’t fair,” you pitifully whimper as she grabs the ice pack and presses it against your frustrated genitals.
Gwen laughs. “Maybe not. But this is the way that it has to be. Look on the bright side – when I finally let you cum in a little over six months, your load will be so pent-up and pressurized that it’ll probably hit the ceiling.”
And with that, she locks your cock back up in its steel cage, unties you from your restraints, and gives you a peck on the cheek. Then she leaves for her room with a laugh, leaving you to desperately paw at your caged cock as you wail in unbearable frustration.
So goddamn mean.