Author: Sir.Ocontrol
Title: Becoming His (Giving yourself to his desires - her orgasm to his control)
Keywords:Mf, Female Orgasm Denial



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Becoming His (Giving yourself to his desires - her orgasm to his control)


You've just celebrated your 18th birthday, on the kitchen table is the
letter you've been hoping for. An invitation of sorts, during the
school year, you met, and befriended a foreign exchange student.
You've been enamored by his stories of home, the gold inlay floors,
the tapestry drapes, the beauty of his country. Never having
traveled, your family just didn't have the income for that, you've
wondered, dreamed of other places. Now, now you just got the chance,
your chance to see for yourself what discovery channel has been
showing you for some time. Now, your holding a round trip, first
class ticket, a voucher actually, your to be flown on a private jet,
just you and your friend, to spend the summer working for his family.
You've been given the honor of helping their secretary with
advertising selections, advertisements for their resort, golf,
vacation timeshares. They have a beautiful oasis in the desert, a one
of a kind, fully catered, pampering vacations spot. Why, why choose
someone so young, so inexperienced, everyone keeps asking. They would
like to make this an attractive spot, not just for the elderly
visitors, but to attract the young as well.

Preparations, there are many preparations that need to be made, you
need a passport, full physical, as well as a few inoculations. Not a
big deal, everything ready, packed, boarding the plane, saying bye to
your family, and your off. On the flight, the serve foods your not
accustom to, caviar, cheese, wine. You've always been a good girl,
never drinking, no drugs, you haven't even had a chance to sleep with
anyone yet. Somehow you wonder, if, if that had anything do do with
your invitation, why this thought, your not sure. The wine, your not
used to the wine, so slowly, you sip, more, the flight is long, again
you have still more, soon, soon your asleep.

You wake, slowly, confused, unsure, you wake looking around, this
room, this bed, where are you. Your dress, confused, scared now, your
clothes, there not yours, beautiful yes, but what's happening. As you
sit, again looking around, scared, someone enters. She's beautiful,
hard to describe, dressed as you. She approaches, soft smile, olive
skin, green eyes, speaking, she's speaking to you, it's English,
broken English, but still you can understand. Questions, you have
many questions however she answers none, she's just your handmaiden,
there for you, to help, to guide. Bidding you come to follow, she
leads, your in a bath, large, stone carved, beautiful, yet uneasy,
something makes you very uneasy. The tub is full, very large, and
unbelievably beautiful. Waiting, your told disrobe, but your want to
be alone, not used to having others around, especially while you use
the restroom, relieve yourself, bathe. But no, your told she must
stay, she's to help, not allowed to leave.

Slowly, blushing, ashamed, you do as your told, fearing you'd
disrespect their customs, you disrobe. Your guided back, she helps
you sit, telling you, explaining, this is required, our ways, you must
not be alone. Finally you calm, finally your able to relieve
yourself, again, blushing, uncomfortable, but your choice, you have no
choice. The tub, your led to the tub, helped in, still blushing,
hot, the water is hot. After your bath, again she helps your out,
takes the towel and begins to dry your body. This is so embarrassing,
your not a child, you can dry yourself. Clothing, your clothing is
strange, your not given any undergarments, the top, the flowing skirt,
semi transparent, your can't wear this. Your told you must, this is
what he's provided, this is what he wants, we do not disobey his
orders. Mad, your getting mad at this point, till now it was
tolerable, this is going too far. With no other options, you allow
her to help you with the clothing, unnoticed by you 2 other ladies
arrive, coming up from behind. Gasping, looking back, your arms are
grabbed, fighting, twisting, trying to get away, your beginning to
cry. Together, the three of them attach cuff's, both wrist's, both
ankles. Leather, Strong, rings attached, a collar, now a collar is
being placed around your neck. This can't be happening, you must be
dreaming, this isn't real.

Leading, holding your arms, they lead you through the halls, finally
arriving at a large wooden door. Knocking, the door is opened,
revealing a large banquet hall, waiting, standing there, smiling, he
motions you over. Confused, so many questions, yes, he's told you
things would be strange, told your their customs must be followed,
being hear is your choice, but still this scares you. Having you
tied, wrist's bound, visible to others, you didn't expect, didn't know
to ask, flushed, your just glad, glad to see his face, hear his voice.
The job, the internship, a farce, if they new, wedding, marriage,
your family wouldn't have agreed. Explaining, standing hear,
listening, trying to understand, he's explaining, their customs, not
easy, but must be adhered to, cannot be changed, you must submit,
allow things to happen, you love him, scared, but you acknowledge,
agree, consent.

First, the engagement, the vale, a white vale, again transparent,
it's placed over your head, a tiara follows. A ring, he's giving you
an engagement ring, asking, making it official, he's asking for your
hand, your devotion, asking you to be his bride. Explaining, again
telling you, things will be hard, their customs difficult, sometime
cruel, sometimes impossible hard to follow, but you must. This is
what you want, your scared, terrified, hoping, praying, this is the
right decision, hoping you won't regret, knowing, once committed, once
you accept, it's final, you can't go back.

Yes, crying, happy, scared, YES, I'll be yours, your companion, you
lover, your faithful servant. Hugging, holding, the closeness,
softly, whispering, prepare, they must get you ready, for tonight it
will be announced, they'll bring you in, present you, lead you to me.
Lovingly, I lift your veil, kiss your lips, Gently, I take your arms,
behind your back, hooking your wrist. Tonight, I continue, they'll
bring you in, you must kneel, silent, waiting, I'll stand, help you
up, leading you, guiding you, showing you off. Wrist's still bound,
the feast will begin. I'll help you set, quite, you must not speak,
sit quietly, eyes down, waiting. Dinner will be served, I'll help you
eat, give you drink. As we finish, I will stand, help you up, and
together we'll leave.

Tonight, leaving the hall, servants, female servants, they will
follow, watching, assuring, our customs are followed. I'll lead, to
my chambers, silent, again you must not talk, just follow. Once we
arrive, they begin, taking you, preparing you, you must go, do as they
say, remain silent, don't question.

It happens, just as he's said, you follow, doing as your told, again,
scared, nervous, not knowing. The bath, back at his room, undressing,
thy lead you in, remove your clothes, unhooking your wrist's, again
your bathed, perfumed, prepared. Again, leading, taking you in,
laying your down, hooking your wrist, your legs, freshly shaved, your
bare, so very exposed. Watching, I approach, explaining, telling you
more, kissing, touching, exciting you. I begin, moving down, kissing,
tasting your skin, your neck, exploring your breasts, touching,
stroking. Kissing, continuing down, your stomach, lower, panting,
your scared, unsure, uneasy. Exploring, kissing, I continue down,
your flower, a virgin, you've never been touched. Scared, ashamed,
exposed, our custom, I continue, slowly, gently, I begin.
Approaching, the servants approach, verifying, they must be shown, see
the proof, are you pure, untouched, intact. Flushed, exposed, they
see, your most intimate parts, the look, verified, we continue. The
kiss, my lips, barely touching, moist, your moist, sensitive, don't
know what to expect. Nightly, for one month this takes place.
Nightly, your examined, teased, brought to the most unbelievable
orgasms your can imagine. Nightly you cum, continuing, until you beg,
can't take any more, we continue, together, enjoying your orgasms
together.

For now, I wait, for this month, your pleasure is realized, many
times, over and over your brought relief, for this month I must
suffer. It's our custom, you may cum, I cannot. After our wedding it
will be different, but for now, for now, I'm not allowed relief. I
must endure, be satisfied by your release, your extasy, your orgasm.
Once we marry, after our wedding night things will change, that night,
the night we wed, for that one night, together, we may share the
experience, share the pleasure, we shall both be allow orgasm. For
that one solitary night we may experience bliss, we may cum, time and
time again. Once morning brakes, once the new day begins, my love,
you my darling wife, you shall be denied. After one full month, a
month of many pleasures, of you feeling your orgasm crash upon you
time and again, once we are married, you must give that up, must give
your pleasure, your orgasm, as your gift. That will be your sign, the
sign of your surrender, of your love, your orgasm, your pleasure, your
need, that's to be your gift to me. In the morning, things will
change, again customs must be followed, after that night, for a period
one full year, you must face denial, your not allowed to cum, your
orgasm must be withheld. Failure, the consequences of failure are
unspeakable, they would be forever changing, my love, my precious
love, you must not fail. Your flower, your womanhood, if you fail,
your pleasure would be taken, never again would you cum, never again
would you feel the same, your flower would be changed.

Our wedding day, our day has arrived, it's morning, everyone
scurrying, movement, excitement everywhere. This morning, you are
waken, you are bathed, this morning, clothing is denied, confused,
scared, you wonder, something different, something unexpected. Bound,
your are escorted to a table, your wrist, your ankles, your knees, all
are bound, strap across your waist secured in place. Scared, crying,
mind racing, you wait, wondering, what is happening, you remember
something about adornment, something about purity, but confused,
bound, helpless, you wait. Begging, with your eyes, I approach, I see
you begging, wondering, what's happening. Gently, softly, kissing,
stroking your hair, looking into your eyes, leaning down, I whisper,
softly, gently, explaining. Preparations, your being prepared, made
ready, I must help, must take part, relax, there may be some pain, but
relax, pleasure will follow. Shields, nipple shields, beautiful
golden shields, These, there to become a part of you, once in place,
they cannot be removed. These announce your standing, your place in
our society, your place of honor. These shields signify your the
first, the first wife, to be obeyed, your commands must be followed,
any other wives, they must submit to your desires. Sucking, I begin
sucking gently, passionately on you nipples, first one side,
expanding, swelling, enlarging. As your nipple expands, extends
fully, it's erection reaching painfully up, stretching, I place the
shield. Carefully, working, again sucking, pulling you nipple,
seating the shield, holding it in place, leaning, obscuring your view,
kissing you deeply, while holding swallowing your scream the shield is
crimped in place. Unseen, one of the slave girls crimps the shield,
tightening it's base, pinching, restricting, squeezing the very base
of your nipple. Repeating the procedure, your other nipple is
prepared, your other shield installed, your nipples hurt, swelling,
growing larger, your nipples are throbbing, painfully hard,
wonderfully erect. Lower, my head travels lower, down your body,
between your thighs. Kissing, teasing, sucking your clit, easing your
pain, raising your pleasure. Gently I continue, swooning, this helps
the hurt, eases the pain, builds your passion. Licking, sucking, your
clitoris continues to grow, continues swelling, pleasure, such sweet
pleasure, then you freeze, holding your breath, this time you see
what's happening. Slowly, carefully, a ring, a little gold ring,
cylinder really, is placed over your clitoris. Twisting, working it
down, under the hood, sucking, again sucking you clit, harder this
time, pulling it through. You clitoris is pulled through the ring, a
suction device attached, tears staining your vision, again I'm
kissing, kissing you deeply, stroking you hair, containing your
screams, the crimp is made. Lifting, straining, your clitoris
swelling, It's shaft stretching, pulling, trying to retract, trying to
pull back, but no. Standing, erect, swollen, collared, your clitoris
will forever be seen, never again will it be able to hide, to retract.
Slowly, slowly you relax, slowly you come to terms, to realize, these
adornments, these are the symbols, marks of love, of loyalty, jewelery
of a queen.

Released, the straps are removed, the preparations continue, your
dress, again revealing, although exquisitely beautiful, it's totally
revealing. The dress was designed, fitted perfectly to you, enhancing
your charms, and the shields, now you notice, the dress is designed to
draw attention. Showing, no announcing, outlining the shields,
presenting your nipples, displaying your charms. Inspecting, in the
mirror, your cleft, your shaven pussy, your clitoris, all is visible.
The ring, that golden ring, forcing, enlarging your clit, pushing it
forward out of it's covering, everyone will see. Steeling yourself,
resigned to this fate, the realization you cannot back out, head
lowered, you approach, taking my hand, telling me your ready.

Your wedding, your wedding is beautiful, blushing, flushed, your
escorted out, through the crowds, everyone staring, looking at you, at
your charms, your beauty. Then, as you approach, your parents, you
can't turn back, cannot hide, standing, watching, witnessing. Soon,
your vows are said, wedding rings in place, your vale is lifted, and
there, you are kissed, and pronounced husband and wife. Everything
you ever wished for, different than anything you could have dreamed.
Your now a wife, a queen, and tonight you become a woman.

Tonight, you became a woman tonight, there was some pain, and much
pleasure. Different, but unknown, somehow you know it was different,
not like anyone else would experience. Lovely, yes very lovely, very
beautiful, but you, you'll never know, with the ring installed, your
clitoris always standing, you'll never know anything different. While
he's making love to you, your clit, stimulated relentlessly, unable to
retract, you cum almost continously. The pleasure, you cannot
describe the pleasure, never could you believe anything could feal
like this. So full, the sensations inside your body, your nipples,
screaming for attention, hard as diamonds, aching with pleasure. You
never want this night to end. He fills you, time and time again,
squirting inside, your orgasm racking you with pleasure. It's too
much, at one point, somewhere, darkness, you black out with pleasure.
Together, arms holding you tight, morning is about to break, you
wake, begging, realizing, longing, please, just once more, again, you
begin, again your in heaven, again, your ready to explode. "NO, YOU
CANNOT CUM" your pleasure screaming for release, clawing from within,
trying to burst forth, and no, your forced to hold it back. Begging,
crying, holding the headboard, straining, you receive, inside, you
feel the swelling, the pulsing, injection of his semen, hitting your
cervix. His pleasure this morning, like never before, seeing his
face, feeling him within, surging, releasing inside your body, you
begin to cry. You've been made to cum every morning, multiple times,
daily, after lunch, after dinner, before bed, become addicted to your
orgasm, and now, now you must not, you must only receive, must learn
to partake of his pleasure, of his rapture, as your denial increases
his pleasure, his extacy.

Slowly, ever so slowly, smiling at you, kissing your lips, continuing
to move, to thrust, again, he's getting harder. Somehow, your denial
excites him, encourages him, makes him hungry for more. Your
willingness, your body, your need, driving him on, driving you mad,
insane with need. You must open, giving yourself, your womanhood,
your excruciating need to cum, that you must lay open before him, your
ultimate gift as his wife. Day one had begun, sobbing with need,
wracked with desire, begging, pleading with him, please help me
through this, help me not to cum, please, please don't make me cum.
With that, smiling down at you, kissing, whispering how very much he
loves you, he kiss you deeply, again swallowing your screams, holding
you, caring for you, again placing his seed within, using your body
for his pleasure, you begin your life as his. This next year, you
realize this next year will be the most difficult of your life, this
next year, this will be a wonderfully agonizingly beautiful year.

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Becoming His