1.   It's Mine      

I was in a state of shock the next few days.  Could Julie really have been serious?  I went over her words a thousand times.  She didn't completely rule out fucking her although that obviously wasn't right around the corner.  She was right about not being able to jack off, I tried.  I tried as soon as I got home that night.  It wasn't going to happen!  And no blowjobs from her, ever.  I knew she was serious about that one.  She had said it really wasn't to her liking anyway.  But she did say I would feel her tongue and talented hands if I pleased her.  The orgasm I experienced at her hands was the best of my life. 

What man stays with a woman who denies him her pussy and mouth?  I could call Julie and stop all this.  No, I couldn't.  The excitement of this woman, her beauty, her touch, and her delicious pussy made that impossible.  Her pleasure was indeed becoming more important than mine.  My submissive soul knew this.  I knew I was becoming trapped and I didn't care.

In the past weeks I had grown somewhat accustomed to the perpetual frustration.  I adjusted as best I could at work.  The world did look different.  Every small eroticism was tripled.  I noticed the women in my day to day life differently.  Certain images on TV or in a magazine set off the constant desire.  I managed though.  I made it those first few weeks with just willpower and the desire to obey.  I would adapt.  The only thing that I was powerless with was Julie.

I just a few days I was once again kneeling and handcuffed in front of Julie's sofa. 

“Well sweetie, have you been good?” Julie chuckled as she cupped my balls. 

“Yes Miss Julie.  I have no choice.”

“That's right baby, that's right.”

Julie stood up.  She removed her dress. She stood before me in only her stockings,  panties and five inch heels.   She slowly peeled her panties off and kicked them away.  She bent down and began a series of deep kisses which sent my cock struggling in it's prison.  She broke away and turned.  That ass, that perfect, tight, slim ass.  How I wanted to feel those hips with my cock buried in her pussy.  I wondered if it would ever happen. 

“Now baby,  kiss my ass.”

I dutifully kissed each cheek.  I kissed softly and slowly,  feeling the firmness on my lips.

“No silly boy,  kiss it, put your tongue in my ass.”  Julie bent slightly.

I had never done this before, although the thought had certainly run through my submissive mind.  Apprehensively I obeyed.  I dove in and ran my tongue up her crack.  I pushed and lapped at the little rosebud.  I sunk my face deep in her ass. 

“Mmmmm, nice.”  Julie reached around and grabbed the back of my head, holding me in.

After several more minutes Julie turned and sat.  She stroked my face.

“You know you will also be doing that a lot, a whole lot.”

“Yes Miss Julie.”  The thought didn't bother me in the least.  Her ass was wonderful and I felt truly submissive giving her pleasure there.  

Julie pulled my head down.  “Now get to work baby.”

So the visits went on like this.  Me kneeling handcuffed servicing Julie front and back with no pleasure to my aching cock.

One evening I was feeling particularly frustrated. 

“Miss Julie.”

“Yes honey.”

“When will you take this off.”

“When I feel like it.”

“But please, I can't take much more.  Being with you makes me so horny.  I need relief.”

“You need relief.  Sweetie, you don't need it, you want it.”

“No, I really need it Miss Julie.”

“You think so?  Well I'll tell you what.  I think it's about time you see what really makes me happy.  Why don't you be here, say ten in the morning on Saturday and I'll take it off for a while.  I guess it has been what, about two weeks since you came?”

“Yes Miss Julie, thank you!”

Needless to say I couldn't wait for Saturday.  Again I found myself spread on her bed, hips raised under several pillows.  I was stretched tight and could only move my head.

“Be right back.”  Julie disappeared and returned a few minutes later.   My mouth dropped open at the sight.  She wore a red teddy with no bra, exposing her breast.  Garters, stockings and black five inch heels completed the outfit.  Her hair was down and her lips painted a deep red.

“You like?”

“Yes, Miss Julie, very much.

“Is this what you want?”  She held up the key to the tube. 

“Oh, yes, yes!“

“OK lets get this boy out.”

She removed the tube and my cock sprang to life.  Julie snuggled up beside my bound body and stroked my nipples while whispering in my ear. 

“You know, this is my favorite thing to do.  Tease my man slowly and give him the pleasure he deserves after being a good boy.”

“I think it could be one of my favorite things also.” I responded.

“Well, we'll see about that.”  Julie said chuckling a little.    

Julie began her passionate kissing.  She loves to kiss.  She kissed me all over, slowing going down my body.  Tonguing my ears and neck,  sucking my nipples, dancing her tongue all over my belly and thighs.  It was heaven.  She shifted positions so her head rested on my thigh and one leg draped over my chest.  On my right I had a view of her ass and pussy, only inches away.  She looked back and swung a foot over my mouth.  I licked the shoe enthusiastically while she ran her nails over my thighs and balls. 

“OK, time to get to work.”  She sprang up seemingly excited.  She reached in the bedside drawer and pulled out a small box. 

“Wanna watch?  Sure you do.”  She propped a pillow under my head. 

Julie got between my legs, shifting until she was comfortable.  My curiosity had peaked.  Get to work?  What was in the box?  Pain is not Julie's thing I thought  so I wasn't worried that the box contained a lot of clamps and stuff.

“Such a pretty cock.  It looks so good when it's standing high at attention.”

Julie began stroking.  She would alternate between using her nails, fingertips, and grip to stimulate my cock.  One hand massaged either my balls or thighs or she would use both hands on my cock.  Sometimes she would reach in and lick and kiss the shaft and head, looking me in the eye. 

It didn't take long before I felt my climax building.  I could feel the cum rising. I braced myself.

Julie stopped. She rested her head on her hand and just stared at me. 

“No, please Miss Julie.”

“Please what?”

“Please, I was just about to cum.”

“I know.  What, did you think I was just going to let you cum?   You should know me better that that by now.”

“I know but I'm really horny.”

“I know sweetie.”

She began again, the same thing.  Right when I would get close she would stop.   Over and over, three more times she brought me to the edge.  I was going crazy.  I tried to be perfectly still and not give her any signals, that way maybe she would not stop.  It didn't work.  Julie was an expert.  She read my cock and body like a book.

I started to thrash around as little as I could move.  I started begging. 

“Please Miss Julie, PLEASE,  I need to cum. Please!!”

“You WANT to cum.” 

“No. I NEED to cum, PLEASE!” 

“More, beg me more.”  I noticed her hand had moved to her pussy. 

I pleaded and begged.  I was desperate.  Julie shifted and started masturbating.  Before long she came with a loud moan. 

“Mmmmm, orgasms feel soooo good, don't they honey?  Well, lets continue.”

She reached in the box and pulled out a small paintbrush.  She started slowly running it up and down my aching shaft.  When she detected me getting close she would pull back and smile a cruel smile.  Every time a drop of precum would appear Julie would scoop it up and massage it into my shaft.  The feelings were incredible.  Next came a small feather from the box.  She used this to stroke my balls while ignoring the shaft.  Cool down time, she called it.  Next she pulled out a fine silk scarf.  She slowly pulled it up the shaft again and again.  There was just not quite enough friction.   This went on and on.  She had several other brushes and feathers, a miniature feather duster and several kinds of lubricant in her box.  She would alternate toys and kept using her fingers and tongue.  After a while I was begging and pleading constantly.  I was sweating and my chest heaving.

“PLEASE Miss Julie,  I NEED TO CUM!”

“Yes, I think you may need to cum by now.  But it's only one thirty.  The day is young.  Lets take a break.”

“NOOOO!  I was near tears.

“Poor baby.  Don't you think it's my turn?”

She got up and sat on my face,  Her absolutely perfect, firm, creamy white ass lowered itself on my face as she faced my cock.  I looked up at her long red hair draping down as she sat upright and let her weight fall on me.  My cock raged in frustration.

“Now do a good job, I don't think you want to disappoint me right now.  Ass first.”

I licked and sucked her ass and clit  as she moved back and forth.  Soon she had another powerful orgasm.  Julie climbed off and snuggled up beside me. 

“That was nice.  I think I'll rest a bit.”

“Please, please let me cum.”

“Hush now sweetie,  I need to rest.”

Julie lay with her head on my shoulder looking content.  Her nails lightly stroked my balls until she fell asleep.  I dared not wake her.

After about an hour Julie stretched and raised her head.  

“OK, time to start back up.”

She started her ministrations anew.  Just like the last time she seemed to take great pleasure in denying me endlessly.  I was constantly begging again after another hour of torment.  Julie seemed to love my pleas of desperation.  I tried everything.  This was just to much to bear.  I couldn't take it but had no choice!

“Miss Julie,  will you please let me come, “ I said as nicely as I could, trying another tactic.”

“Nope, not going to happen.”  Julie stated in a happy voice.

“Wh...what?”

“ I am not going to let you cum today baby,”  she stated matter of factly.

“NOOO, damn it, NOOO, this is not fair.”  Tears welled in my eyes.  Julie stopped.

“My, my. Damn it?  It's not fair?  Whose cock is this Stan?” 

“It's my cock damn it  I NEED TO CUM!”

“Tsk, tsk.  You sure have a long way to go Stan.”  Julie looked almost concerned as she stared into my eyes.  She packed up her box and put it away.  She sat down beside me, leaned over on my chest and looked me in the eye.

“Wrong answer honey.  I'm disappointed.  And you spoiled my afternoon fun.  Now I'll just have to lock this needy prick up until next time.”

“I'm sorry Miss Julie, I'm sorry,  It's your cock.  It just that it is so hard to take.”  Please, please!  I was coming back to my senses, realizing I had spoken to rashly.

“I know baby.  But remember, I took your orgasms from you. They belong to me now.  And you need to learn the difference between wanting to cum and needing to cum.  I told you this was my favorite thing to do.  I told you it would be difficult, didn't I?  Didn't I warn you?  Occasionally I will allow you an orgasm, but most often when you are strapped in my bed, and you will be strapped to my bed a lot, this is what you will get, and you will NOT cum. 

“Oh my God, no.... please no!”  I gasped.  It really began to sink in now.  Julie really got off on teasing and denying me, more than I had imagined.  She was planning on tormenting me like this all the time!  I couldn't take it.  I would go crazy!

“And for your little outburst I think it time you met one of my friends,”  Julie said as she locked the tube.  “You are going to meet Maggie.  Maybe then you will learn who owns this cock.”