Photo by L. Chuca
A Tease & Denial Story by Necrofoxx
Featured in Issue 02 of subspace Magazine.
I love posing for subs. I love showcasing my curves, teasing their strained eyes and watching their mouths part in desire. It’s so hot.
I’m a big fucking tease. Always have been.
He was a local sub I’d known for several years. His relationship statuses are what usually kept him away or sidled up next to my feet. Either way, he was welcome. He was such a sweet sub and he suffered for me exquisitely. Tease and denial was my game with him. He loved drinking me in with his eyes so much that at times, he would literally salivate onto my hardwood floor without realizing it.
Tonight, he sat nude in a chair in front of me. Each leg was strapped to a chair leg and each arm was fastened tightly to the sides of the back of the chair, his hands clasped behind him. He was hard and already dripping as I tempted him in my new outfit. We both have a fetish for hosiery. I was wearing black fishnet pantyhose with a matching mesh corset. The net patterns curve and sway in gorgeous lines all over my body. I was cinched in so tightly that my breath was cut short and I had to breathe carefully, which instantly turned me on. The rigidness of it left me constantly aware of my posture and the more I arched my back the better I felt all over. Furthermore, clamps were squeezing my nipples tightly and my feet arched high in fetish heels. All black everything. The sight drove him mad.
A real exhibitionist, I was also edged by the feeling I’d get from posing and teasing him. Sometimes, the friction alone of my pantyhose as I bent over or the crossing of my legs was enough to drive me to orgasm, and tonight, I went ahead and allowed him to watch me come twice from simply sitting or turning in my chair.
I walked towards him and circled him as I caressed his shoulders with the end of my crop. His eyes pained as he watched and he gushed about how delicious and powerful I looked to him. He strained to keep his eyes forward as I had ordered him to do, and threw his head back at the feeling of my fishnet-covered hip brush the skin of this upper arm. I loved to watch him lose control this way, rolling his eyes to back of his head, pained at how he wasn’t able to touch himself or Me in any way. The more delirious he looked, the higher I felt. His expressions, coupled with the squeezing of my corset and the pinching of the clamps were edging me. With each expression of want that he gave, I made sure to interrupt his bliss with a whip of my crop. When he salivated on himself I punished him with swift and quick beatings to the chest until he could withhold his complaints to my satisfaction: no whimpers, pleading, or heavy exhaling for a good extended period of time.
As I leaned close to him, sat on his lap, or placed my heel on the top of his thigh, I was careful to not even lightly graze his dick so as not to encourage any physical stimulation on my behalf at all. I freed his arm so he could please himself because I do love to watch and beat him while he strokes, or even just saunter in front of him while he watches
He knew well not to come without my permission or he’d be beat several hundred times on each side of his body until he’d remain purple for days. But an orgasm isn’t ever his real goal. His goal is always to see me satisfied. He is a real pleaser and hates pain but endures it for me, just to keep me satisfied. If he ever dares to let his erection fade away, I punish him with a chastity device. He’s grown used to staying hard around me but there are times the pain seems to be too great and he loses it, and, of course, I mercilessly cage him and enjoy watching him struggle against the device.
Tonight, he lost his erection after 400 beatings to his ribs and chest. I placed the chastity on him, locked it, and fastened the chain and key to my neck. I’m happy to say that he will stay in chastity until the next time he comes to see me—that is, if I decide to set him free.
Every session we have strengthens our bond further as we get to know each other better, and each session becomes more meaningful than the last. He’s my one of my favorite submissives today and he’s come forward with his desire to be owned by me and branded with my name, regardless of what the future may hold for his personal life. |