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Author: OC
Title: Female Orgasm Denial - Her Special Gift, Parts 1&2
Summary:Giving total control of her orgasm over to her lover, she is
subject to many days of feeling his release while denying her own.  She
learns to enjoy his orgasm, ride his blissful release, in the end exploding
into waves of pleasure when finally allowed her cum.
   Her special gift - Parts 1 & 2
   Part 1
   Their anniversary approaching, wondering what she could possibly give
her husband, wanting something special, something he'd treasure.  Never had
she dreamed her life could be this happy, the love and friendship shown her
by this caring man, a love she could not have believed even existed.  He's
always been so kind and gentle with her, making sure her needs and even
most of her desires are taken care of, not even complaining when he is
unable to do the things he likes.  Even more fantastic is their sex lives,
having met and married this man when she was only sixteen, she had to learn
almost everything from him, he was six years older, and seemed to know just
what a womans body wanted.  From the first time she was shown the joys of
oral sex, to their first love making secession, although it was frightening
at times, even loosing her virginity was special.  Sure she was score the
next day, however the slight discomfort this caused was also a sweet
reminder of the pleasure she felt.  Again she had never imagined her body
could feel this way, and having an orgasm while being deeply penetrated,
being able to clench tightly to his organ as her body contracted, spasming,
cumming with his body deeply embedded into her very core, she still cannot
explain or begin to describe how that feels.  And the feeling of his seed
being released, injected, impacting her so deep inside, just another of the
unbelievable pleasures he has provided her these past years.
   Finally an idea, she finally knows what she wants to give her husband,
her lover, her very best friend.  All these years he has provided such
wonderful pleasure, making sure she is fully satisfied, even at the expense
of his pleasure.  She's decided to reverse these roles somewhat, thinking
how to do this she slowly arrives at a decision.  He's always been so
conscious of her needs, desires, pleasures, always placed them in the
highest regards, so now she wants to do the same for him.  Unsure how to
communicate this she decides a letter may be best.
   Dear Lover I know what I'm about to ask in this letter may seem a bit
strange, however I ask that you honor my request for at least the next
month.  At that time, we'll have a discussion about how things should
continue.  Ever sense we've met you have always taken very special care of
me, caring for my needs, my desires, and even my wants.  You've been the
lover most only get to dream about, so caring and careful to give me
pleasure before even attempting to take your own.  I absolutely love the
way you make me feel, when we make love the pleasure sends shivers though
my entire being.  Never in my wildest dreams did I think things could be
this good.  Having said that this year I'd like you to be the one receiving
that pleasure, I'd like to give back to you some of the awesome pleasure
you've provided me over these past years.  I beg of you to honor this
request, as I have no other gift that can even come close to what I now
offer.  I know you'll say this isn't necessary, that you receive pleasure
every time were together, however I again beg you to do as I'm asking.  For
this next month, beginning tonight, I'm giving you my pleasure, I'm asking
you to accept my body as your gift.  I'm yours to tease, to use, any way
you see fit, I just ask one thing in return, that you keep the pleasure for
yourself.  I'm asking you to accept my pleasure, to accept my orgasm as
your gift.  For at least the next month, I'm asking you to use me for your
pleasure, teasing me, edging me, however often, in what ever ways you
desire, with the only stipulation being I must not receive my ultimate
pleasure from the experience.  You must promise me to dictate, to require
me to give up, to withhold my orgasm.  If during this time I should fail to
maintain control, if I should somehow loose control (And I beg you to try
to force this issue), that you will cause me to loose the pleasure.  I'm
sure you remember this past year when you wanted to see me cum, when you
wanted to see my body's reaction to orgasm and you ask me to remain open,
ask me to just allow the orgasm to take place.  Remember how badly I still
needed to cum, how I didn't get to feel that pleasure, how very swollen I
remained.  Well, I'm asking for at least the next month, that even that is
to be denied.  And if I do loose control, that you will maintain enough
control over me to only allow that kind of a release.  If this does prove
to be as pleasurable to you as I think it may, If it in fact gives you as
much, or even greater pleasure, I'd ask we continue.  I'm sure there will
be times that I beg you to let me cum, that I plead with you for my
pleasure, even crying, sobbing for it.  This is where I'm asking, no I'm
begging you to be strong.  I so long to give you this gift.  I just know
I'll need your help to remain true to my desires, so I beg of you to please
accept this as a contract between us that this next month will be our trial
period.  If you so desire, and only if you desire you may allow me one
orgasm a month, one every other month would also be fine, however if your
desire is for me to wait the entire year, or longer then your decision will
be honored.  I'm begging you, please be sure to force this issue, even if
I'm sobbing, begging you to allow my pleasure, DON"T.
   Lovingly, submissively, yours forever more
   I (Wife's Signature)_______________________, do promise to allow my body
to be used for your pleasure any time you desire.  Further I do promise to
refrain form orgasm until said time is past and you command I should
receive that pleasure.
   I (Husband's Signature)_______________________, do promise to honer the
request to deny your orgasm, to withhold that pleasure, causing you to get
your fulfillment from my pleasure.  That you should learn to rely on my
orgasmic pleasure alone to for fulfillment of your needs and desires.
   I thank you in advance for signing this commitment and look forward to
enjoying your increased pleasure.  Love Always
   With the letter signed, placed so he will receive it when arriving home,
I also place a note, I'll be in our room preparing myself for you.  Hope to
see and serve you soon, Love......
   Preparing herself, the bedroom is ready, cool, bed turned down, soft
ropes secured to the bed posts, tucked discretely beneath the mattress. 
Showering, all hair removed below the neck, Feeling totally naked, so very
exposed, knowing he'll be able to see everything.  Remembering not to use
perfumes, deodorants, as they can lead to bad taste, and it won't be long
before he's home.  Thinking about whats to take place, already getting
moist, deciding the best place to wait is in our bed.  Lying there,
pondering, still thinking, getting excited, more and more worked up,
wondering how he'll receive this offer, what will he think, of her, her
gift, her sacrifice.  Even before his car pulls up, orgasm is only a breath
away, knowing this would be an extremely explosive orgasm, likely her last
in quite a while.  Tempted to retrieve the letter, to have at least one
more great night of sex, to feel orgasm crashing over her just one more
time lying there contemplating.  Continuing to edge, suddenly the front
door opens, it's too late, so very close, swollen, needy, and it's already
been over a week.  Work has been long and hard lately preventing her normal
release these past days.  The longing to feel him inside has been growing,
desperation has begun setting in.  So close to that wonderful feeling, that
blissful relief you desire and now know you won't be feeling for quite some
time, wondering, wishing you had just waited to give him the letter. 
Looking up, you see him standing in the doorway, letter in hand, holding a
rose he has purchased on his way home, his eyes wide with wonder, with
desire, a bulge already visible in his trousers.  Speaking, he's asking if
your sure this is what you want, if your positive.  Tears staining your
eyes you respond, whispering yes.  He presses a finger to your lips,
silencing you, you wanted to explain, however he's asking you to listen.
   Before we commit to this, I have a confession to make, please consider
it carefully as it may influence your decision.  I've always fantasized
about this very chance your giving me.  You know how I love taking you
orally, you promising not to cum while I'm eating you, having you take it
as long as possible, pushing me away at the very last second before you
cum. Well you must know that would continue, I'd like to take it even
further, having you relax even more, opening yourself, denying yourself,
until you ache so bad breathing could set you off.  That's where I'd like
to begin making love to you, having you on edge to the extent shuttering
from a deep breath could tumble you into orgasm.  Now imagine if you would,
me entering your body when your this excited, forbidding you even to
clench, requiring you to remain open, allowing you body, you very feminine
core to be used for my pleasure.  You'd be required to offer yourself, to
position yourself for deep penetration, to concentrate on how this feels
for my pleasure.  I'd do my best to drag across your clitoris while moving,
in, out, thrusting, I would want this to be as difficult as possible,
extracting pleasures you never dreamed existed, yet still you'd be required
to withhold, required to deny yourself the very pleasure your body, your
mind is screaming for.  As I approached orgasm, your nipples would be
stroked, gently rolled, pressure applied to the base, gently squeezing,
swelling the tips.  You would receive the same on your clitoris, my
fingers, stroking, your clitoris riding between two fingers, then as I
approached my release, gently squeezing the very base of your clit,
literally masturbating you, gently rolling, squeezing your clitoris as I
stroked towards the tip, finally feeling the tip slipping through my
fingers.  This would continue, you'd feel me swelling, embedded deeply in
your body, exploding with pleasure, my cum erupting deep inside, the jets
of hot seamen impacting your cervix.  Through all of this, you must
maintain control, breathing, relaxing your vagina, opening yourself,
welcoming me into the depth's of your womanhood.  Remaining hard, I'd again
begin thrusting, enjoying your swollen, desperation, your unfulfilled need.
As you again approach orgasm, concentrating on pushing you, on forcing your
body over the edge, you'd be begging, pleading, and finally begging me not
to make you cum, asking me to stop, asking please, your too close, slowly,
I'd withdraw, knowing all the wile you'd be feeling my swollen manhood, my
mushroom head, grazing your walls, extracting just a bit more pleasure. 
Panting, needy, your body crying for a release that must be denied, I'd
relax, lying back, enjoying the feeling, waiting, waiting for you to
finish, to take me into your mouth, to give me yet one more enjoyment, the
joy of having your lips, you mouth, engulfing my manhood, knowing your not
only tasting our flavor, your also tasting my release, realizing once again
how wonderful this felt.  Sometimes I may even release again, into your
mouth, other time, I may finish again inside your fluttering depths. 
Frustrated, sobbing softly with need, we settle down for the night.  You'd
be required to remain wet, knowing with each movement you'd feel our
fluids, seeping past your swollen need, dripping from your body. 
Periodically, through the night, I'd again awaken your desire, slowly
stroking, feeling your clitoris hardening, begging for more.  This would be
your life, this will be our reality if you sign.
   Think about it for tonight, with the promise you'll never bing yourself
off again, you'll always wait for me to allow an orgasm.  Knowing your
needs, your desires will be completely out of your control, normally
forbidden, never forgotten.  Knowing with this contract, you'll be
fulfilling one of my biggest fantasies.  I realize this is a lot to give,
however I would ask one thing further, a slight change to the contract. 
The first 30 days will be no orgasm, other than that, you'll be guaranteed
at least one orgasm every 90 days, however I reserve the right to require
you to cum as often or as little as I desire.  At times you will wait 90
days to cum, other times you will be forced to cum multiple times, multiple
days in a row, I don't want your body to get used to this, I fully intend
to keep you on edge, guessing, never knowing.  If this is acceptable, if
this is what you want, then in the morning, your to get up, shower, and
again offer yourself to me.  A clean pussy, swollen with need, dripping
with desire, to be enjoyed, used, knowing your need, your desire, your very
desperation will increase my pleasure.  In the morning after you've given
yourself to me in this way, together we'll sign, in agreement that this is
indeed the gift you want to give, the life you wish to live.
   Kissing you, holding you close, feeling your struggles, knowing, tonight
you'll lie awake, wondering, thinking, pondering your decision.
   Morning, a day of decision...
   Waking early, if you could call it waking, sleep has been fleeting at
best, awake most of the night, the feelings of unsettled, unfulfilled
desire, aching for satisfaction.  Knowing this very mornings actions will
have a lasting impact, knowing you want, your body needs an orgasm. 
However, you've made this offer, offered your special gift, hoping,
praying, this is not the wrong decision, hoping you'll receive permission
to enjoy your release, knowing it's no longer your decision.  The shower is
at least comforting, exciting, clenching yourself your realize how very
needy your body is, it almost hurts not to cum, breasts, labia, clitoris,
your entire vulva is still swollen.  Knowing I like you clean, that I like
tasting only female, you begin to rinse, the shower head, forcing water
into your vagina, the feelings build quickly, quivering, ready to cum. 
Regaining control, looking up, you realize I've been watching, enjoying the
sight, knowing you've withheld.  I commend you for regaining control,
telling you this is precisely how I want you, so close preventing release
is difficult even before we begin.
   Taking your hand, I lead you directly from the shower, Towels are
already on the bed, your placed gently on your back, wet, dripping from the
shower, from desire, literally wet in many ways.  Your eyes are pleading,
knowing you desire to ask for permission I again place my finger to your
lips.  Taking the ropes you so thoughtfully provided, I bind your wrists,
rendering you helpless.  I've placed another rope under the mattress, about
centered in the bed, instead of securing your ankles, I carefully bind your
knees.  Leaving some room for movement, yet still forcing you to remain
wide open, pillows placed under your hips, tilting, lifting you. 
Beautiful, what a wonderful site, your body is completely exposed, offered
so completely, so helplessly to your lover.  I simply ask, are your sure,
is this what you want, do you still desire to give this gift?
   Softly, almost inaudibly, you whisper yes, yes...  this is what I want,
I love you and give myself completely.  Eyes watering, tears beginning to
form, emotions welling up inside I lean down, kissing you, telling you how
in love, how honored I am.  Continuing, the kiss turns urgent, lifting,
your desiring more, across your chin, down your throat, I continue kissing.
Knowing your going mad with desire, I continue, admiring, loving the sites,
your nipples, hard, reaching, begging for attention.  Gently, softly, my
palms, grazing their tips, teasing, building desire, as you arch for more
contact, I withdraw.  Leaking, so turned on, lubrication is leaking from
within, your pussy, swollen, aching for touch, the pillow beneath you is
actually getting wet.  Making this build up excruciatingly slow, impossibly
difficult, I continue.  Finally contact, your labia open, swollen,
distended, so very sensitive.  Tracing, my tongue slowly, softly, grazing
their very edges, your flavor, texture, so intoxicating.
   Carefully, I begin inserting my tongue, enjoying your pleas, your need
for more, avoiding your clit, enjoying it's swollen state, knowing it must
ache.  Your clitoris is very enlarged, stretching forth, fully exposed,
completely free of it's hooded cover.  Dragging my tongue from deep within,
up to the very edge of your clit, stopping along the bottom edge of it's
shaft.  Arching yourself up, I withdraw, reminding you, breathe, you must
relax, allow your body to open, making yourself an offering.  Your hands
reaching, clasping to nothing, opening, your toes curling, stretching, I
know your close, you need to cum, your breathing is erratic, your pulse
fast, a sheen covering your skin.  Again I begin, my tongue, deep within,
again coaxing your open, exploring, the feel, the fragrance of your need,
again at the base of your clitoris.  Very carefully I circle your cit,
running around it's base, so swollen, throbbing, it hurts so good. 
Begging, you can't take any more, your loosing control, wanting more, yet
asking me to stop, not to make you fail, begging me, "Please, please don't
make me cum".  Smiling, grinning, I withdraw myself, kissing your thighs,
your legs, your feet.  In this state, each touch, each whispered breath is
erotic.  Positioning myself, my cock, at your entrance, waiting, asking,
can we continue.
   As you nod, finally regaining some control, you whisper yes, please
continue, thinking this will again be a deliberately slow entry. 
Surprised, taken off guard, I enter swiftly, driving deep inside, your body
is penetrated, deep, completely, almost painfully fast.  Loosing your
breath, eyes wide, shocked, you all but loose control, now the slow strokes
take over.  Not wanting you to anticipate, keeping you off guard, I
continue.
   The feeling, being inside your body, taking you in this way, is hard to
describe.  It's erotic, beautiful, wonderful, warm, wet, words fail, the
pleasure is unbelievable.  Your body is so turned on, so open, so swollen
with need, wet with your own natural lubrication, all this together creates
sensations that cannot be duplicated.  In this state the female vagina
creates a suction, a heat, a feeling like no other.  One may wonder what
would make you want to have a lady in such a state while asking her not to
orgasm, why make her endure such desperation.  The answer, until she's in
this state, until her body is wracked with need, screaming for release,
unless you've driven her mad with desire, felt your orgasm exploding into
her body while she's fighting with everything she's got just to hold off
her orgasm, you'll never understand.  As far as her needs, her desires,
until she's experienced this desperation, this need, she'll never
understand what her body is capable of, how much desire can well inside
her, how wonderfully submissive this feels.  Don't get me wrong, the feel
of her having an orgasm while your in her body is out of this world, a
feeling I'd never want to give up.  It's just feeling her struggles, her
need while you empty your desires into her depths is just as unbelievable,
just in a different way.
   Finally, my orgasm is ready to burst, looking into her eyes, she knows,
knows to steel herself against this pleasure, fight even harder to maintain
control when she's already fluttering inside.  The swelling, she feels you
swelling, beginning to pulse deep within her core, feels your head,
expanding, it's flanges grazing, scraping her depth's, touching places she
rarely feels, places yet unexplored.  Then the pulsing, the exploding, the
jets of hot seamen being injected deep, feeling her body accepting your
passion, submitting to the feeling, fist's clenched, head tossing, fighting
her passion, her need.  Emptying yourself into her while she's in this
state only increases your pleasure.  Her willingness to withhold her own
orgasm only increases your orgasm.  Her denial of ultimate pleasure
increases yours, your building on her need, getting the gratification she's
given up.  Enjoying this sensation, this feeling of dominating so
completely this female your currently inside, this person your now one
with. She's not only given you entry into her body, but allowed you to
extract pleasure, complete pleasure while denying her the same.  He body,
quivering, she's panting, in need of release, dying to beg for permission,
to cum, remembering her agreement, her gift.  Looking into her eyes,
telling her how fabulously wonderful this was, slowly, gently continuing to
move, carefully, purposefully guiding yourself, drawing your manhood across
her clitoris, making her pant, plead for mercy, beg you not to let her cum,
not to make her cum.  Working her slowly, carefully, to the very edge of
reality, to the very extent of her ability to control, to withhold, then,
only as she begins to quiver, just before her release, you pull out. 
Kissing her, releasing her bonds, holding her, enjoying her need, her
painful longing for release, enjoying her gift, together you wait.  Her
emotions overflowing, her need teetering on a razor, she's swollen, aching
with frustration, whimpering.
   Smiling, softly kissing her face, her tears, you speak in whispers. 
Thanking her, telling her how wonderful she is, how wonderful she feels. 
Her body, still needing relief, retaining your seed, your satisfaction, is
screaming for something more.  Please, she speaks, Please love me, hold me,
please help me.  Together, agreeing to continue, to make this a reality,
together, shaking, unsure, she signs, together you sign.  A commitment, a
contract, a gift, so precious, so beautiful, together in agreement her fate
is sealed, placed into your hands.
   As a caring, loving partner, you must never forget what she's giving up
to allow you these feelings.  You'll need to understand her need for
closeness, to feel comforted, and for you to be sure her needs, her
desires, her orgasms are experienced as well.  Be sure not to take things
so far as to shut her system down, played correctly this should enhance her
desire, her want for physical love can be greatly affected, so it's a fine
line, balancing deliberate denial of her orgasm, and allowing her orgasm.
At times requiring her to experience multiple orgasms over a period of
several days or weeks will greatly enhance the effects of denying her. 
Keeping her body, her mind off guard, not knowing what you'll ask, while
still showing her respect, loving kindness, tenderness can build an
unimaginable bond, and when experienced in a committed love, a lasting
relationship, this bond between you may grow even stronger.

   Her special gift - Part 2
   As the reality of what she'd just committed to begins to sink in, as the
day, this first full day of commitment, of purposeful denial begins, her
body full of desire, swollen, highly sensitive, she begins to cry.  So
happy to have offered herself in this way, so scared she will fail, be
unable to keep her commitment, unsure what to think, sobbing quietly, she
turns to her lover, his arms, his embrace, she now more than ever needs to
know he cares.  Needs to know she's loved, cared for, is still respected,
needs to know her feelings are still important.  Held close, his hands
gently stroking her hair, against his chest she feel secure, safe.  His
words, words of endearment, kind hearted words console her, A woman, his
woman, his beloved wife, she just needed to know, she's still important as
a person, not something to be used, abused, left to herself, she's still
his.  Although this doesn't relieve her needs, the desire to feel her
orgasm, it fulfills a deeper need, her need to be loved, completely,
totally, to know her partner still cares.
   He helps her dress, not allowing her to wipe, wanting her to feel, be
constantly reminded he's enjoyed her body, wants her to continue to feel
him leaking from within.  Being shaved, no panties, only a dress, it's
surreal, in her current state, the arousal, the wetness, their fluids, they
only serve to heighten her excitement, magnify her needs.  There to take a
walk, a stroll, both to show her off, and to reveal more than ever her
submissive side.  Her willingness to do as he ask, scared, no bra, no
panties, only the thin material of a summers dress to hide her charms.  Her
nipples are hard, breasts full, and where ever she sits, a sticky mess will
remain.
   As they walk, hand in hand, she feels exposed, like everyone can see,
will know, she notices the second glances, her nipples, hard, attracting
attention.  The thrill, knowing he's showing her off, proud of her body, of
her gift, proud to be her lover, her senses heightened, just holding hands
causes a flutter, her stomach, her uterus, her insides, what a wonderfully
strange feeling.  Alone, there alone, sitting, the bench, the open mesh,
exposing her, her dress, arranged at her back, bottom directly on the seat.
The air is cool, her face is flushed, brining her close, arm around her
shoulder, he kisses her cheek.  Tonight, speaking to her authoritatively,
tonight were going out, meeting our friends, before we go, prepare
yourself, you'll wear a skirt, the one with the slit up the side, again no
panties.  You may wear your bra, your modesty, amongst our friends, our
family, that we'll maintain.  Panties, well you'll not be wearing those, at
least not your normal ones, reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a string
of pearls.  Well, what looked like a string of pearls, however these were
no normal string.  These were in fact pearl panties, however it didn't stop
there, these panties had 1 larger ball attached to them.  About the size of
a ping-pong ball, with a one inch pearl stringer attaching to the crotch
area of the panties.  Flushed, feeling very hot in the face, staring at
these, afraid to ask.  This my love, this ball is to be inserted into your
vagina, It's purpose will be very clear as soon as we start walking.  No
one's around at the moment, so now would be a good time to try them on. 
Discretely as possible, stepping into the leg holes the panties are dawned.
Standing, pulling them up he has me turn toward him, spread my legs
slightly, and insert the ball.  Smiling, he tells me it's time to resume
our walk.
   Once we took the first few steps it was obvious what the ball was for.
The vagina has a natural tendency to squeeze when something is inside, the
muscular ring drew the pall inside, forcing the pearls to ride directly
against her clitoris.  Eyes wide, I place my arm around her back, helping
to maintain our stride.  Several times she ask, please, stop for just a
moment, I can't take this.  I ask it she hurt, already knowing the answer.
No, it just these pearls, already being so wet, this constant rubbing of my
clit, I'm about to explode.  As we near our home, having paused multiple
times on the way, I tell her, Once inside, go directly to the table, lower
your panties, and pull your dress up.  Your not to speak, not to try to
pull away, your to offer yourself again for my enjoyment.  Turning toward
me, I place my finger again against her lips, shh, it'll be ok, you can do
this.  Just remember to breathe, to relax, to allow your body to open. 
Whatever happens, as long as you control your clench, keep yourself open,
you'll avoid having an orgasm.
   Obedient as ever, she immediately positions herself as I had ask,
lowering the panties, waiting for my indication to continue, carefully
removes the ball and allows them to fall.  Stepping behind her, I lower my
pants, already hard, I tease her opening, running the head across her clit.
Placing the head just barely into her entrance, I ask for her arms. 
Crossing her wrists, placing them in the small of her back, breasts smashed
against the table, I begin.  Slowly I enter her body, slowly just a bit,
then back out.  Working deliberately, coating myself with her natural
lubrication, we continue.  Soon I'm stroking in and out of her body, she's
panting, already on edge, concentrating to control her bodies actions. 
Clenching her fists, she begins to beg, close, please, I'm so close,
please. I ask her, teasing her, trying for a reaction, what would you like,
harder, faster?  NO!, please, don't make me cum, please I don't want to
fail.  After a few more strokes, deep penetrating strokes, enjoying the
feel of her labia, kissing, stretching across my cock as I pull back,
enjoying the feel, surrounding me as I push deep, I slowly withdraw. 
Saving my release for later, for tonight, savoring the thrill of pushing
her limits, enjoying her need.  Command her to stay, not to move, I fasten
my pants, bending I pick up he pearl panties, inserting the ball, again
into her body, adjusting the pearls, I allow her to stand.
   Taking her hand, I lead her, wanting to enjoy her desperation just a bit
longer we climb the stairs.  Knowing she's on edge, dying to cum, fighting
with each step to avoid climax, we continue.  Leading her to our bath,
enjoying her struggles, I help her undress, lastly, removing her panties.
Together we shower, having her so turned on already only adds to the
excitement, to the thrill.  I tell her today we'll wash each other, after
washing her hair, her face, I use just my hands.  Applying liquid soap,
massaging her breasts, her nipples achingly hard, cupping her breasts, she
feels my cock, nudging her ass.  Lastly I wash her crease, her labia, using
special soap, washing her vagina.  Rinsing her, cleansing her throughly,
being sure the spray tickles her clit, water rushing into her core,
cleansing her, again, panting, on edge, legs, knees weak, we finish.  She
washes me, finishing by sucking me off, I stop her just before I pop,
telling her later, tonight, I'll give her my seed.  Knowing she needs to
cum, is dying for release, it again lead her out, lying her back, licking,
tasting her body, her labia, her pussy, so sweet, so inflamed, swollen with
need.  This continues, her fists pounding the bed, head tossing, finally,
unable to hold out, she pushes me away.  Smiling, knowing she's getting
desperate, almost lost control, I again commend her, telling her this is
what I want, her on edge, so close it hurts to stop.  Standing, I tell her
to again open, spread herself, explaining I love her scent, her aroma.  I
want you to insert her finger, deep into herself, then apply your scent,
your bodies special perfume to your neck.  Tonight, during dinner, whenever
I lean over, close, kissing your neck, I want to know, to smell your
wonderfully arousing scent.  Trust me, it's wonderful, your clean, aroused,
and just catching the slightest hint of your desire drives me wild.
   After cleansing her pearls, I again have her put the panties on. 
Knowing she's already on edge, knowing this makes it that much harder to
remain calm, fully enjoying her frustration.  Just in case, just to be
sure, a warming flavored lube, strawberry-kiwi, a bit added to the pearls,
slippery, not wanting to have her rubbed uncomfortably, making sure
everything is slick, were ready to go.  The drive is interesting, lifting,
adjusting herself, several times she's almost lost control.  As we arrive,
it's oblivious how excited she is, her scent lingering, very erotic. 
Dinner is wonderful, being polite she helps clear the table, walking
carefully, it's so exciting seeing her need, her body reacting to
stimulation.  As we prepare to leave she's to excuse herself, using the
toilet, remove her pearls, edge herself, then coat her lips.  For her the
goodbye is awkward, kissing her friend, wondering, will she know, scared,
flushed, together we leave.  Shaking, she's still shaking with
embarrassment, excitement, wonder as we drive home.  Can't believe I had
her do that, her best friend, her girl friend, what will she think.
   As we enter the house, closing the door, her passion explodes, kissing,
begging, having been stimulated most of the day, she's ready, needy. 
Undressing, revealing her body, kissing, teasing, she's laid back.  Knowing
she's needy, already close, I remind her - your aloud to get as close as
you like, just remember whatever happens, your not to cum, you must deny
yourself that pleasure.  Begging to be entered, to be filled, I delay that
action, choosing instead to enjoy her orally again, ready to scream,
loosing control, I grasp her wrists.  Pinning them, holding her down,
telling her, relax, open yourself, open your body, you can do this, then I
continue.  When I know she cannot take any more, is beyond reason, her head
tossing, tears in her eyes, she's begging for help.  Begging me to help
her, not to make her fail, begging to be allowed this orgasm, knowing she
cannot, must not give in.  Positioning myself at her entrance, her juice
running freely, the feeling is wonderful.  Looking into her eyes,
explaining, take me inside, use your body, draw me in, use your pussy, lift
yourself, penetrate yourself deeply, I know it's hard, but tonight, tonight
your to pleasure me.  As she lift's herself, achieves full penetration,
lifting her hips, working, thrusting for my pleasure, using her body, she
takes me inside.  The wonder, her total commitment, the feeling is amazing.
About to explode, I tell her to ready herself, open herself, suck me deep
inside, feel my seed, inside filling her belly, her body, quivering with
excitement, with need, only serves to expand my pleasure.  Knowing she
needs this orgasm, is giving it up, for my pleasure, I cum, spurting,
harder than ever, so powerfully, I cum so hard it makes me ache.  Such a
wonderful ache, feeling the surging, ripping through my cock, into her
body, this liquid fire, filling her very depth's.  Having made her work for
my release, not only being ask to give up her pleasure, being in the
position of working for another's pleasure, denying herself, almost used, a
fully functional toy, something to pleasure her husband, still denying
herself.  Her eyes, wide, wild with need, her desire, her desperation,
almost overwhelming, the feeling, to cum inside her body, to have her
literally using herself, her pussy, for my pleasure alone, what a gift. 
Rigid, as I'm erupting her body, goes completely stiff, toes, fists,
clenched, fighting her need, her desire for release.  Slowly, again I
slowly begin to move, stroking, knowing she's on edge, knowing this is very
difficult, watching her breathing, her body.  As she's about to loose
control, as her body begins to shake, knowing it must hurt to hold out this
long, I withdraw.
   Seeing her this turned on, this much in need, I remain hard.  Stroking
the underside of her breasts, massaging her, avoiding her nipples for the
moment.  As she begins to calm, allowing herself to relax, I add
stimulation.  Carefully, pinching her nipples, rolling them, again edging
her.  Crying softly, she's almost in pain, her clitoris, throbbing,
swollen, labia thick, red, inflamed.  Such a titillating sight, the
eroticism of her suffering, using her for pleasure, her submission, I'm
ready for more.  Having her suck me off after such a session, while her
need is great, feels wonderful.  Positioning her body, wanting to touch, to
feel her desperation, my fingers probing, I stroke her spot, inside her
vagina, that spongy area, along the top, just beyond her pubic bone. 
Inflamed, puffed up, her G-spot is sensitive.  Stroking slowly, a new
excitement, a new feeling for her to fight.  This internal stimulation,
exciting the clitoris from behind, further congesting her pelvis, inflaming
her need, her desire, as I erupt again into her mouth, she pulls away.  Her
damn, ready to burst, her body pushing for release, I hold her close. 
Drifting to sleep, her in my arms, head on my chest, I love the wet feeling
against my leg.  For me, sleep is wonderful, satisfying, however, most of
her night, her need, her unfinished passion, keeps her awake.  Softy, she's
riding my leg, as morning dawns, still swollen, she again rises, rises to
prepare herself, to cleanse herself, to be able to once again offer her
body, her womanly charms for my oral delights.
   Presenting herself, lying back, open for my inspection, knowing what I
want, it's amazing how inflamed she still is.  Still swollen from the past
few days, her pussy now constantly wet, very sensitive, the days continue.
Adding to the mix, during the day, whenever were not around others, she's
to wear her ben-wa balls.  Helping to strengthen and tone her vaginal
muscles, adds to her sensitivity.  Whenever were not having sex, when she's
required to open herself, relaxing her muscles, that's when she must be
tight.  She must keep pussy tight to assure the balls stay in place,
keeping a journal, making a note whenever she looses control, a ball
sliding out.  Never has she been so into sex, her interest, her desire,
it's amazing, the effect of denial, now more than ever she wants, needs me
inside, scratching that unfulfilled itch.  We continue this way thought the
month, her need to cum overwhelming her at times, I hold her, consoling
her, knowing she's given a lot.  Several times during this past month she's
waken me during the night, unable to sleep, her only consolation her only
relief, feeling me deep inside her body, here only satisfaction, feeling my
orgasm.  As her month came to a close, she spent most of the night, crying
softly, her desperation overflowing, overwhelming her, asking me when,
knowing she must wait to find out.  I keep her guessing for the next few
days, now, day 37, myself excited, knowing, tonight, I'll allow her to cum.
As our custom has become, as I enter the house, she's waiting, freshly
showered, kneeling on a towel, legs spread, ready to be teased.  Leaning
down, I take her hand, helping her stand, kissing her, admiring her body.
Bending her over the table, spreading her legs, she relaxes herself.  My
hand on her mound, I remove the ben-wa balls, feeling her need.  Taking her
until I'm ready to burst, I stop, she's wet, so wonderfully excited, I lead
her to our bed.  Tying her wrists, her knees, restrained in our usual
style, presented to me, helpless, open, mine for the taking.  Licking her
clit, tasting her, enjoying her flavor, I begin to play with her ass.  Only
having tried anal a couple times, this frightens her, she needs to cum,
needs release, and is unsure if she can hold out his way.  Once she's
ready, I again slowly enter her depths, parting her labia, exciting her
clit, my cock penetrating deep into her body.  As her excitement builds, I
begin to withdraw, repositioning myself.  Opening her in this way takes
time, the pain, the pleasure, blending, her need, her desperation
increasing.  Having her fight off an impending orgasm while taking her ass
is interesting, however tonight will be different.  She hasn't had an
orgasm in over a month, is swollen, needy, on edge, and now I'm taking her
ass.  As I approach orgasm, looking into her eyes, she hears those magic
words.  CUM, I tell her to cum, feel her explode, together our orgasms
erupt.  Spewing deep into her bowels, her contractions milking me dry, so
tight, making me larger, this feeling, wonderful, fulfilling, satisfying,
squeezing, what an orgasm.  She's cum so hard her whole body is shaking,
arching her back, finally going limp, slowly I withdraw.  Repositioning
myself I open her labia, liquid, her girlcum, pooling, running out, I
insert my tongue, deeply as possible, loving her flavor, her taste. 
Continuing to orally stimulate her, having her restrained, the sensations
quickly become intense.  so intense if not tied she would have made me
stop. Speeding toward another explosive climax, I continue, orally
stimulating her through her orgasm, her body thrashing, clit sensitive, I
continue still.  After her third orgasm, I finally back off, slowly
removing her bindings.  Released, her body still reeling from her explosive
orgasm's, together we rest, curled together as one, we sleep.
   For the next week I allow her several orgasm's daily.  Getting her body
once again used to feeling that release.  Without prior warning, just as
she's about to cum the following morning, I say no.  Having be able to cum
often, over multiple days, her body was expecting that again, hearing
different was very difficult.  Not only was she not to cum this time, she
also had to halt her response after the build up had already began, after
she was sure she'd be allowed again this time.  Her eyes, her reaction,
that's exactly why I like to keep her off guard.  This is how we continue,
I'm in full control of when and how she's allowed to cum.  She's promised
to always make herself available to me, the only stipulation being she'll
be allowed at least 1 orgasm every 90 days.
   now, if you enjoyed this story, please let me know, please be so kind as
to drop me a note.  I'd absolutely love to hear the female point of view,
how this feels from the side of one giving her special gift. 
ocontrolfd@yahoo.com
  
Special Gift - parts 1 and 2