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TONY’S TRAINING
By John Comstock
“Just make yourself comfortable,” she said.
Donna McCardle had counseled a lot of women during the years since she and her two friends had founded Orgasm Denial, Inc. (ODI), so she knew it was important to make her guest feel at home.
“Would you like some coffee?” she asked, and when the woman nodded she walked to the coffee-maker on a table near the wall.
It was a pleasant office, with a large picture window overlooking the city. Donna had created a conversation nook with a couple of love seats and a coffee table, and she settled herself comfortably in one of the love seats.
Her visitor gradually settled down. She took a deep breath, sipped her coffee, and leaned back in her seat. Donna thought she was quite attractive. About five-five, short blonde hair, a nice figure. But she suspected what was wrong.
“It’s Tony,” said the blonde, who said her name was Karen. “I’ve been married to him for three years now, and I just don’t know . . . ”
Her voice trailed off and Donna waited a moment, then spoke.
“Why are you here, Karen?”
“Well . . . well . . . one of my friends told me about you and thought you could help, but I don’t know. I mean, Tony’s a big guy and I can’t believe he’d let me get away with . . . ”
“Wait a minute, Karen,” Donna interrupted. “Men don’t let women ‘get away’ with orgasm denial. They love it.”
“Oh, not Tony,” protested Karen. “He’d never agree to let me control his orgasm. That’s how you say it, right? ‘Control his orgasm?’”
Donna smiled. “Let’s
talk about Tony for while, okay?”
Karen nodded and smiled, but there was a quaver in her eyes.
“What is it that’s bothering you?” said Donna.
“Well, I knew Tony was a ladies man when he married me,” said Karen, “but he was so charming and such a great lover. When he asked me to marry him I couldn’t believe it.”
“And that’s a problem?” asked Donna.
“Well, not at first. Of course, for all I know he was playing around from the day of our wedding, but I didn’t find out about it for a few months. One of my girlfriends told me. And when I threw it up to him he just smiled and said, ‘Well, what did you expect? Did you think one woman could satisfy me?’”
“Why didn’t you leave him?”
Karen looked down at the table and didn’t say anything for a few moments, then looked up again at Donna.
“I . . . I . . . guess because . . . ”
Donna helped her. “He’s great in bed, right?”
Karen sank bank in her seat and signed. “Yeahhhh . . . and at least this way he’s with me most of the time.”
Donna leaned forward. “Let’s see what we can do to help,” she said, and began telling Karen about ODI’s intervention services.
* * * * *
A week later, a stunning young woman dressed entirely in
black came through the front door of a bar in downtown
She looked at him and smiled. He was a good-looking guy, about six-two, 190, with a shock of wavy black hair and a lop-sided grin. “Sure,” she said, and gestured toward the stool next to her. It was all the invitation Tony needed.
Three drinks later they left and stopped at another bar down the street – and an hour later they were walking into a large apartment complex.
“My condo’s on the top floor,” she said, her arm linked with his. It was an attractive building, with a marble lobby and four very quiet elevators.
She unlocked the door of her condo, walked through and waited for him to enter and close the door, then threw herself into his arms and began kissing him. Tony pulled her into him, and she could feel his cock bulging against her stomach.
She moved out of his embrace and went to mix drinks, told him to make himself comfortable on the couch. When she came back to him, she handed him his drink, then set hers on a table next to the couch and went to a stereo system along the wall. When the music started she moved slowly back to stand in front of him, then began to sway, her body undulating to the music.
Tony was transfixed. He took a sip of his drink, then another. She stood in front of him, swaying, and her hands drifted down her blouse, buttons opening like magic. He could see her bra and the perfect mounds of her breasts. She shrugged off the blouse and slowly, ever so slowly, unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.
Her panties were microscopic in size, and Tony couldn’t take his eyes off them as he swallowed quickly and finished off his drink, then set his glass next to hers on the table. He reached out for her, but she danced backwards and pushed her hands out, telling him to wait.
She continued to sway, and this time her hands went behind her back to unhook her bra. It came away in one hand and she flicked it aside. Tony was so aroused his eyes were starting to glaze and his body was trembling. When she turned her back and slowly slid her panties over her ass cheeks and down her legs, bending as she did so, he could see her bush between her thighs. And when she turned again to face him her pussy seemed to be the center of his universe.
He started to push himself off the couch, then realized his hands weren’t working. His eyes were glazing even more, and things were becoming hazy. He didn’t know what was happening, but his limbs weren’t working. And the last thing he saw as he drifted into unconsciousness was two other women coming in from the bedroom.
* * * * *
When he woke, he had no idea where he was, and it took him awhile to realize his situation.
He was naked and chained to a wall, his arms and legs spread-eagled and his wrists and ankles clamped. The chains were tight, so he was firmly braced against the wall.
Other than that, he was in what appeared to be a normal bedroom. A king-size bed, a couple of dressers, a floor-length mirror and a window looking out on a balcony.
He tried jerking on the clamps and chains, but nothing happened. He was securely fastened.
The door opened about ten minutes later and the woman he’d met in the bar walked in. She was just as stunning as he remembered, but this time she was dressed entirely in white, with a blouse, loose-fitting slacks and high heels.
“And how are you this morning, Tony?” she asked, grinning at him.
“What do you mean, how am I? What the hell is going on?”
“Well, that’s for me to know and you to find out, my friend.”
He yanked again at the clamps and chains, but they were securely riveted into the wall. He could hardly move.
“Don’t bother struggling,” she said. “We’ve used those chains before. They work. You’re not going anywhere.
“Not unless we let you.”
He didn’t say anything, just stared at her. To his surprise, his cock began to stir. She saw it, too, and smiled.
“Good,” she said. “We like that. We like it a lot.”
She stood in front of him, about a foot away, and looked him over from head to toe, then reached out and began stroking his cock. He couldn’t believe how good it felt.
“There are two rules in this room, Tony,” she said. “Do you think you can remember two rules?”
He was focused on the feelings in his cock and had trouble nodding, but finally managed it when her hand stopped moving.
“And do you think you can obey them?” she asked.
He nodded again. Anything to keep her hand moving.
“Okay,” she said, pulling away and sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed at the ankles.
“Rule number one: You have to make love to every woman who comes into this room.”
His eyes widened and he started to smile.
“You like that, don’t you?” she grinned. “Of course, you’re probably not going to like the second rule.”
He waited.
“Rule number two: We own your orgasm. You don’t have one unless we give you permission. And we may never allow you to cum.”
His cock twitched.
“Oh, you like that, too?” she asked. “Well, we knew that. Every man does.”
She looked at him for awhile, watched his cock bobbing gently, and then spoke again. “The only trouble is, a lot of the men we’ve had here try to break rule two. So we have to take steps to make sure you’re not one of them.”
She stood, walked to one of the bureaus, opened a drawer and took something out, then came over to him. “This is an electronic cock ring,” she said, showing him a solid brass ring about an inch-and-a-quarter in diameter. “It’s connected to a remote control device in the next room. Once we put this ring around your cock and balls, it will give us complete control of your behavior. That mirror over there? It’s a two-way mirror. There’s a woman sitting on a couch just on the other side, watching us. And there will be a woman on that couch as long as you’re in this room. Any time she thinks you’re getting too close to the brink, too ready to cum, she’ll push a button – and, believe me, you’ll feel it.”
Tony couldn’t believe what he was hearing and looked at the cock ring in stunned fascination. Not have an orgasm? Ever? Not even masturbating? How in the hell . . .
He looked at the door, and she shook her head. “It’ll be triple-locked,” she said, “and if you try to leave we’ll put the cock ring on full stun.”
She left the room for a couple of minutes, then returned with a wash towel filled with ice cubes. Without hesitating, she wrapped Tony’s balls and cock in the towel – and the cold compress did its work. Within a few seconds, his dick was limp.
She put aside the compress and took the cock ring from the pocket of her slacks, fitting it easily over Tony’s waiting cock and balls. It settled snugly against his groin, leaving his balls and cock free.
She stepped back and watched as his cock began to grow again, then made an almost invisible signal with her hand.
“Owww!”
Tony lurched against the chains as the pain swept through him.
“Jesus Christ!” he said.
She smiled. “Just wanted you to know I wasn’t kidding,” she said, then moved away again to sit on the bed and watch him. “I notice the pain didn’t cause your cock to shrink,” she said, smiling again, then just stared at him for more than five minutes.
He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t seem to have any options.
Finally, she rose.
“Are you ready to cooperate?” she asked.
He just looked at her.
“I’m going to unclamp your arms and legs,” she said. “If you try to do anything other than what I tell you to do, the cock ring will take you right down to your knees. Got it?”
He swallowed, and nodded.
She slowly unlatched each of the clamps, and he brought his arms down to his sides, tested his legs, flexing a bit to get the circulation going again. Then he stood a foot or so away from the wall, waiting, entirely naked except for the cock ring. His cock was as stiff as he could remember.
“Good,” she said. “We’re going to keep you here for awhile. How long depends on you. We need to be sure of you before we let you go.”
He didn’t really understand what she meant, but it didn’t seem to matter. At least not just yet.
She pushed him backwards onto the king-size bed and began undressing. “I’ve been waiting for this since I met you in the bar,” she said. “You’re not a bad-looking guy, and I love being fucked by well-hung men. So I get first claim on you. You’re mine for the rest of the day.”
She took everything off and climbed onto the bed, straddling him. “Remember,” she said, “if it looks as if you’re going to cum, my friend in the next room will know it.” And with that she slowly began to sink down on his cock. Her cunt was juicy. She’d obviously been waiting for this moment.
He gasped as he entered her and gasped again as she began to move. His arousal grew quickly and he thought sure he would explode – and that’s when an incredible pain shot through him again and he cried out.
“Not good enough,” she said, pausing with her cunt completely enveloping his cock. “I’m not getting off you until I’ve cum, and I don’t care how many shots you take from my friend.”
The next few minutes were agony. He found himself caught between complete arousal and complete pain and he hardly knew what was happening when she finally exploded above him.
She slumped down on top of him, his cock still pulsing in her cunt, then slowly rolled off.
“That’s a start,” she whispered. “Now get over here and suck me.”
He responded quickly. He didn’t want another shot from the next room. She wrapped her thighs around his head and pushed it into her pussy – and within moments she was rocking her way toward another orgasm.
She fucked him half a dozen times in the next few hours, then left for awhile. When she returned she brought him dinner: Steak and a salad. “Got to keep up your strength,” she said, playing with his cock while he ate.
He was in a never-never land of sexual arousal, constantly on the brink, constantly fearful of another shot. He began monitoring himself more closely, despite being driven crazy by this beautiful woman, and pulled back himself whenever he felt himself getting too close. But he wasn’t very adept -- and paid the price repeatedly. Not only that, as time went by she seemed to be getting off on his screams and would purposely drive him to the brink time after time after time.
When she left him and told him to sleep he was completely drained.
* * * * *
When the door opened the next day it was a different woman, and a different woman again on each successive day. They fed him well and used him constantly. He lost track of the number of times the women had orgasms and only gradually began to realize that shots from the next room were becoming fewer and fewer. On the 15th day, he never experienced a single one. Somehow he had learned how to control his arousal in such a way that even though he was going crazy with desire, he wasn’t anywhere near having an orgasm. And, somehow, he discovered how incredible it felt to stay right there at the brink, all the time.
Five more days went by. Not a single painful shot.
And on the 21st day his wife walked in.
“Good god,” he cried out. “What are you doing here?”
Karen just smiled at him. “What do you think, dear? I’m your woman for the day.”
Tony couldn’t believe it, but it turned him on. He’d never thought of Karen this way, as somebody he needed to please, but after all the training he’d received, there was nothing he wanted to do more. He fell to his knees in front of her, ran his hands up her thighs, raised her skirt and buried his face in her pussy. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. She let him turn her onto the bed and suck her to a climax, then fucked him from above and below for the next two hours. She had five orgasms before she tired and used the cold compress to calm him down temporarily.
Then she stood and looked at him lying on the bed.
“Are you ready to come home?” she asked.
He blinked. “What do you mean?”
“Are you ready to come home?”
“Su . . . su . . . sure,” he stammered, not quite certain what to say.
“They told me it wasn’t possible,” she said.
“What?”
“That you’d get into this sort of thing, this orgasm denial thing.”
“Who told you?”
“The people at ODI.”
“ODI? What’s that?”
“Orgasm Denial, Inc.”
“You . . . you mean this was all your idea?”
Karen smiled at him. “Yeah. So what do you think? Are you ready to come home?”
Tony just stared at her, but when she looked downward she saw his cock beginning to grow again. She grinned.
“Okay,” she said. “Here’s how it works. We haven’t had to use the cock ring for more than five days. In fact, we haven’t even been monitoring you for the last two. You’ve obviously learned how to obey the second rule, right?”
Tony was surprised. He knew he’d been making physical adjustments, but hadn’t realized he’d been doing it without even the threat of physical pain. He nodded.
“So, it’s time for you to come home. But there’s going to be one big difference.”
She waited.
He waited.
“This time,” she said, “this time I’m calling the shots. I have four rules: You do whatever I tell you to do sexually; you never have an orgasm unless I give you permission; you don’t make love to any other woman unless I give you permission; and I’ll be taking as many lovers as I want.”
Tony couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe what she was saying. But his cock and his nipples and his entire body told him he liked what he was hearing. Karen could see it, too. She leaned over and stroked his cock, slowly, looking him in the eyes. “Those are the rules, Tony,” she said. “Either accept them or we’ll put you into a chastity belt and throw away the key.”
He responded the only way he knew how, the way he’d been
trained. He looked at her and said,
“Just tell me what to do. I’m yours.”
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