Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Fully congested Author: Mr.Ocontrol Fully congested Waking from a fitful sleep, reaching down to alleviate the almost cramping need deep withing her body, tears begin to form in her eyes. It's been less than a week, and she's already waking ready to cry, her need, her desire, so strong it's driving her crazy. This damn sensitizer, how could she have agreed to this, to allow herself to be subjected to such relentless torment. Moving her hangs to her breasts, she massages herself, her nipples already achingly hard. Able to get herself close, just not quite able to have an orgasm, her hands, again running across her body, searching for her moist core, denied access. Shaped sort of like a mushroom, a domed cap on both ends, the device, coated in silicone, is inserted into her body, the end, lining up with her cervix inside, designed to fit her body, more completely than even she could have imagined. As adjustments are made, the inserted mushroom shaped bell begins to expand, not uncomfortable, just a nice fullness is noticed. Designed to provide some pressure internally, allowing her G spot to be slightly stimulated due to the placement of slightly raised nodules on the internal cap. The Expanding bell however locking this into place, not allowing her to remove the object, for removal, the internal lock must be disengaged. Worst, the outer shield, yet again, shaped like the bell of a mushroom, fits neatly against her body, double shielded, a port in the center allows for water to flow into her body, thus allowing her to flush her vagina to maintain cleanliness. A flow restricting device keeping the water pressure low enough to keep her from stimulating herself in this manor. The outer rim, snugly fitting to her body, sealed completely, a double lip, seemingly able to catch and divert anything she tries to fit under the cap, away from her sensitive parts. Once the inner and outer locks were set, access to her most private parts were totally denied. No belts to get in the way, this damn thing even allows her to use the restroom any time she likes, the small water bottle attachment allowing her to remain fresh and clean with ease. Just remaining on the toilet for an extra minute is enough time to allow her flow of urine to be fully expelled, thus she can dab herself dry just as before, only now, it's plastic she's touching. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she again begins to cry, the worst part is the feathery fingers, with this shield in place, walking allows the beads, (steel ball bearings), to roll around inside the inner tracks providing just enough stimulation to slowing excite her body. As her excitement grows, the fingers ever so lightly contact her clitoris, actually running completely around the inside of the outer bell, her labia, clitoris, and the entire vulva are all stimulated. Soft and pliable enough to just hint at something touching her, it's almost as if her lover is ever so lightly touching her, almost a whispering thought of a touch, just enough to be maddening. Designed to allow freedom of movement, yet complete and total denial of normal touch, this is proving to be unnervingly difficult. Still enjoying time with her lover, the sensitizer is removed periodically. In reality, the removal is done only after being placed on her back, using their homemade examination table, her arms, tethered above her head, feet locked into stirrups, the outer lock is disengaged. Carefully, the outer protective shield is removed, revealing a wonderfully swollen pussy. Careful to avoid her clitoris, the inner lock is released, collapsing the internal mushroom shaped mechanism. Slowly withdrawing the device, it's carefully cleaned, and lubricated, ready to be inserted again. After having her promise not to cum, I lead her in, toward our examination table, helping her up, her eyes, tearful, knowing she's already promised. Helping her lie back, I secure her arms above her head. Placing her feet into stirrups, ankle straps in place, her legs are opened, leaving her wonderfully helpless. Seeing her cunt locked, secured behind my sensitizer, is erotic in itself. Unlocking and removing the device, I'm presented with a very swollen, extremely needy pussy. Again, being careful so not to set her off, I unlock and remove the inner cap. Extracting it, I begin to gently cleanse her flower, knowing even this is causing much frustration. Putting a hot wash rag onto her body, she tries to pull back, wincing from the heat, however restrained she's unable to move. Removing the hot rag after a few minutes, her pussy is red, inflamed, and more swollen than ever. Coating her with hot shaving cream, she's again made smooth. Cleaning her off once more, I begin to enjoy her orally, careful to avoid her clitoris for now. After just a few minutes, she's panting, begging for permission to cum, asking me to stop, yet begging for more. Holding her open, totally exposed, I carefully run my tongue along the very bottom edge of her clitoral shaft, quickly backing away, enjoying her pleading looks. Repeating this process many times, noticing the liquid, pooling, beginning to drip from her vagina. Knowing she's very close, I stand, removing my shorts, I lower her head, having her take me into her mouth. Fully hard, I move to begin penetration, her begging me, eyes beginning to water, knowing she aches for an orgasm. Reminding her of her promise, I slowly penetrate her body, enjoying her slick vagina, her lubrication flowing freely, coating my shaft, paving the way for easy entry. Varying the tempo to make it all the harder for her to cum, I continue, slow steady strokes, quicker, harder, then slow and deep. As she gets even closer to orgasm, I wet my fingers in another lubricant, coating her clit, massaging her softly, slowly, all the while, sliding within her body. Gently, adding more pressure, more lubricant, I continue, watching her head tossing, reminding her to relax, open her body, telling her to allow me to user her body for my pleasure. Finally, realization begins to set in, just as I'm about to release, to have a sensational orgasm, deep within her body, the effects of the lubricant, setting in, denying her release, pleasure, numbing her clitoris, stealing her feeling, her pleasure. Beginning to cry, she feels my release, splashing into her depths, my explosion of pleasure, erupting, flooding her, quivering, on edge, she remains. Hovering, not quite able to crest, her body, primed, wanting to cum, needing to cum, crying for release, painfully close, however denied. Swollen, fully congested, she's left with that uncomfortable fullness, totally swollen, needy, without release. Satisfied, I remove myself, enjoying her plight, her need, her asking why. While still secured, so on edge, gently pulling at her bindings while sobbing quietly, I begin to reinsert the sensitizer, first coating it with the numbing lubricated, to prevent her from accidentally achieving orgasm while in this hyper sensitive state, thus numbing her inside. We don't want her getting enough G spot stimulation to cross that line, especially while she's this turned on. Locking the internal cap, I begin preparing the external section. This time applying a ginger tainted lubricant liberally to the outside cap, it's secularly locked into place. Undoing her bindings, I help her up, helping her dress, together, going out for dinner, knowing, in a few minutes, when the ginger takes effect, what will happen, how she'll react. Knowing, the increased circulatory effects will enhance her congested feeling, her frustration level, leaving her wet, needy, yet unable to find relief. Helping her dawn a dress, denied underclothes, where to walk the two blocks to our favorite restaurant. Leaving the house, she begins to feel warm, as we continue walking, her bits, coated, the devices fingers, stimulating her further, she begins having trouble. Finally arriving at the restaurant, she's beside herself, her need, her swollen congested core, the burning sensations, all colliding, begging for an orgasm, the relief that could, would bring. Waiting for drinks, I enjoy her desperation, unable to remain still, she's constantly squirming, whimpering, I hold her close. As dinner progresses, her body slowly becomes more accustom to the sensations, and the ginger begins to naturally loose it's effectiveness, however the numbness in her clitoris finally begins to leave, allowing her to begin feeling the tingling of the ginger on her clit. Fully erect, her clitoris is searching for something, anything, moving in her seat, trying to find some stimulation, yet being left frustrated, the design works as planned. Stimulating her in all the right places, however leaving her clit without enough direct stimulation to set her off. Dinner finished, we leave the restaurant, the walking home renews the heat from the ginger cream, leaving her burning with desire as we enter the house. Walking her over to the couch, I bend her over the back, lifting her dress, exposing her bottom. Running my hand across her nether region it's disappointing not to be able to feel her labia, her warm liquid flower. However however her moisture is leaking out, her thighs wet, her scent wonderfully intoxicating. Coating myself with lubricant, I begin pressing forward, taking her arms, securing them behind her back, wrapping my belt around her wrists, keeping her in place, I begin taking her anally. Surprised, but realistically thinking, she realizes while her pussy is locked away, I'd take my fill of her body elsewhere. Grunting at the penetration, she relaxes herself as much as possible, asking, begging for permission, wanting, needing desperately to cum. No, you must control yourself, your body, your not to cum, not tonight, not this week. This week, your must endure, allowing yourself to be used, for my pleasure, denying yourself, remaining needy, frustrated, ready. So our evening continues, finishing, relieving myself withing her body, leaving her panting, on edge, so close, yet so very far away. Would you be willing, to endure the pleasure, the torment, the helpless frustration? Do you long to know, what it's like, how you'd react? Please let me know what you think, mr.ocontrol@yahoo.comFully congested