Author: ocontrol (ocontrolfd@yahoo.com)
Title: Weekend home - day one
Summary: Denied her orgasm before their trip, she must make a decision.  A loud orgasmic experience, or quietly giving it away.
Keywords: Mf, Mdom, Cons, Female Orgasm Denial

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"Weekend Home - Day One"

It's the week before thanksgiving, your parents just called and
would like you to come visit. Your extremely nervous about this,
they would like to meet the man in your life, and have no idea
your submissive. When you bring up the possibility of spending
the holiday with them a big smile crosses his face. You know your
in trouble, not the let me punish you trouble, the shit, now
what, my folks will find out kind. He's got that look about him
now, the wheels are turning and your dreading the outcome.
"That's a wonderful idea, it'll be fun", he says, "I've been
wondering when your would introduce me. Just to easy your mind,
you may address me by my first name when there around. Just to
make things interesting for you, no release before the visit"

Damn, it's been 3 weeks already, you were hoping tonight would
bring some relief. After another dangerously close evening your
given a list of things to buy.. He won't tell you what's up but
you know it'll be difficult on you at best. Get 4 strands of
white pearl beads - not the real pearls, but the nylon strung
Mardi-Gras type. Also you'll need nipple shields - the plastic
hollow ones used for breast feeding, cinnamon breath strips,
liquid-V lubricant, and check out slightesttouch.com, order 1 of
their units. You know better than to comment or ask questions, so
blushing you take the list.

Well it's Wednesday evening, your home early and he meets you at
the door smiling. "I've got you packed, your to wear what I've
set out". Together you go upstairs, quietly he guides you in
front of him as he sits on the bed. He unbuttons and removes your
clothes, examining your body, your told to lay back. He shaves
off your landing strip, your last remaining cover, leaving you
completely bare. You always feel so self conscious when your done
this way, so completely exposed. Leading you to the bathroom, he
guides you to the commode, you sit knowing you must open so he
can see. Blushing, you relieve yourself. Instead of letting you
up, he leans you forward, now you notice the enema, your cleansed
several times. Offering his hand, your lead to the shower, this
is just another of his techniques, the gentle control again
leaves you feeling helpless. He brings you to the edge several
times in the shower, then bends you over. The shower massager is
placed between your legs, panting you begin to beg, NO, your not
to cum. Your bottom is lubricated, and her enters you, always
slow, always gentile, always when you need to cum. His pleasure
is realized, you feal yourself receiving his seed, your beginning
to loose control. The massager is removed, slowly he finishes
stroking and removes himself. Panting, on shaky legs you turn and
kneel, you wash his manhood, thanking him for using you this way,
you exit the shower together. He dries you off, but refuses to
allow you to wipe your bottom dry, you are to feel what he left
as a reminder of your need, of his satisfaction. Your told to lay
back on the bed, legs lifted over his shoulders, he begins orally
pleasuring you, already close you begin begging almost
immediately. You know better than to allow yourself release, you
breathe deeply as you've been taught, relax your muscles, and
allow yourself to open. He continues until your beginning to
shake wit need, fighting to obey, he slowly eases back. Smiling
he begins to apply liquid-v to your clitoris, again the sensation
is almost too much to take, but somehow you manage. Working it
all around your clit, over, gently stroking coating the
underside, moaning, fighting you just barely remain in control.
Now, gently he further retracts your clitoral hood, being sure a
liberal amount of this stimulating lubricant coats you. He
inserts your ben-wa balls telling you they will remain in place
for most of this weekend.

On unsteady legs he helps you stand, picks up your panties and
and tells you to step in. Now you know what the pearls were for,
within the panties are two strands of beads, side by side. Sewn
in so they are just off the gausette of your panties. A liner has
been placed under the beads, for this your thankful without it
you would be leaking through your dress. You soon find out how
these pearls will work, the placement causes the pearl strands to
settle into your crease, wet slippery, lightly massaging, gently
squeezing your clitoris, working as you move. Next he picks up
your bra, you notice the shields have been slightly modified and
secured into your bra. He's somehow set several strands of gold
chain inside the shields to lightly brush your nipples. You begin
to blush deeper as you realize this is how you will arrive at
home. Stimulated, on edge, unable to get relief, you'll just
halve to act natural, all the while feeling yourself stimulated
with every movement.

The drive was excruciatingly stimulating, between the movement of
the pearls, chains lightly brushing, ever so gently stimulating
your erect nipples, your already stimulated state, and the almost
impercetible flutter caused by the ben-wa balls your in an almost
impossible state when you arrive. Please you ask, please do
something, I can't do this, you can smell your arousal, you can't
think straight, every movement threatens to push you over the
edge. Smiling, he pulls up, opens your door and helps maintain
your balance as you walk to the door. After the introductions are
made, hugs, kisses, welcoming you in it hits you. It's been a
long drive and you realize you need to use the restroom, however
on the way over you were told this weekend you must ask his
permission for even this relief. He discretely hands you a tiny
black bag, and tells you sure, just follow the instructions. You
flush even more, feeling as if everyones eyes are upon you.
Making your way from the room your mother ask if your ok. The
restroom, I just need to use the restroom, I'm fine, thanks.

You know you must first read the instructions, door closed, you
quickly open the bag. Inside is a small bottle of the liquid-V,
the slightest touch unit, another panty liner and his note.
Reading... First unlock the door, your not permitted to be in a
locked restroom alone this weekend. Now remove your dress, I want
you feeling vulnerable, wondering if you'll get caught. Remove
your ben-wa balls, I told you they were to remain in you this
weekend, so you will hold them in your mouth when there removed.
He loves to force your to taste yourself, again another of his
kinks. After relieving yourself you must re-apply the liquid-V.
This stuff alone could drive you mad, the sensations it causes,
the sensitivity, the swelling. Your thankful a new panty liner
was provided, you've soaked the other one. You re-insert the
ben-wa balls, being sure they positioned just under your G-spot,
as per his instructions, the pearls are again pulled into place,
carefully seated to completely caress your clit. Now your to
apply the conductive pads for the slightest touch stimulator.
Adjust it to just above a tingle, and then switch to remote mode.
Never having used this before you dread it's reactions, from what
you read online it will be impossible to resist the combination
of stimulation. Now you must to wet your nipples with the
liquid-V, hard, there already hard and sensitive. Your thankful
the tips can't be seen, at least they won't be noticed. Your
dress back on you, stimulator hidden under the dress, you prepare
to leave the bathroom. Then you remember, before leaving your to
wet your lips with your arousal, he wants a kiss, to sample your
flavor. This is to be your routine for the weekend, this will be
difficult at best, damn, you need to cum.

As you get back with the family, thinking your evening would be
spent here relaxing, your told he wants to take everyone out to
dinner, reservations have already been made. Leading you back to
the car, you and mom are ushered into the back seat, the ride,
just a bit rougher will be trying, she'll be talking, and you'll
need to maintain at least somewhat of a normal appearance. Once
you arrive at the restaurant, your again on edge, your also
worried, did you leak through, will it show, can she tell. Seated
now, the orders are placed, he orders for you, smiling, thanking
him, you feel a tingle. The stimulator started, ok not too bad,
you can handle this. When dinner arrives, as you adjust your
position, BAM, now you know what this thing really dose. That
fast, that little bit of movement and you just about lost it.
Sweating, flushed, hands shaking, you grip the tables edge,
thankfully, finally its' turned off. Slowly, very slowly, you
begin to eat, all the while doing everything possible not to cum.

Home, back at their house, you retire to the bedroom together.
This is a bit uneasy, the first time under your parents roof, a
man in your room and they know it. Your dress is removed, he
bends you over the bed and without removing your panties, slides
them aside just enough to gain entry. Rubbing, his cock is rubbed
throughout your slit, he loves the feeling of your swollen clit
sliding through the tip of his shaft, over around, again and
again, precum coating, teasing, finally you beg, please please
dont' make me cum, Please.... I, I cant take any more. He begins,
in, sliding in, slowly, very slow, stroking, unrelenting,
maddening, your begging him not to make you cum. Breathe, he
tells you to breathe, to relax, to feel. As you quickly approach
the your point of no return, slowly again, he withdraws. Down,
your panties are removed, your so close now, he pushes you down,
on your knees, your dress, he pulls your dress over your head,
removes your bra, and offers himself to you. The stimulator is
turned back on, power increased, Open, he tells you to keep
yourself open, you feel the air, so wet, a single drop of dew,
hanging on your clit. Slipping, the balls, the ben-wa balls,
slipping from you, one by one, driving you mad, you must remain
open. He loves this, loves keeping you close, needy, begging, on
edge. Loves making you wait, teasing, loves teasing you, loves
making you taste, to know your arousal, your flavor. Tapping,
he's tapping your head, telling you to stand, guiding you back. A
pillow is placed under your hips, stimulator running, he leans
froward. Kissing, sucking, gently running his tongue in, around,
over, head tossing. Fighting, begging, suppressing your screams,
quieting your moans, trying to still yourself against such
overwhelming feelings. Slowly, he slowly decreases the pressure,
slowing his touch, barely touching, tongue tracing your lips,
hood gently retracted, around, very gently circling your clit.
Panting, your panting, doing your best, loosing this battle,
begging, your quietly begging, pleading, tears, whatever happens
your need to please, to do as he has ask, to hold back, it
overwhelming.

Arms, your arms are pinned above you head, deeply, he's staring
into your eyes, watching your reaction, kissing you gently.
Choice, he's giving you a choice, he's promised to make you cum,
but now a choice. You beg, knowing your must remain quiet,
needing to cum, please. The choice your told, you must wait for
his release, feel it, relish it, open yourself to it, then,
after, it's up to you. When he's finished, completed, satisfied,
you may have a no touch, open, lost orgasm, or you may choose
many, he will force you to cum many times, strapping a vibrator
to your clit, g-spot vibe inside, you'll scream, convulse,
shutter, and likely black out from the pleasure. You know it may
be weeks before your allowed another chance. You just won't be
able to stay quiet, the option, you long for this last option,
loops, loops are being placed around your legs. Arms being tied,
restrained, he must have prepared things earlier, your dying
inside. You can't make that much noise, can't allow yourself that
pleasure, must give up what you long for, what you've waited for,
must choose the silent cum. Sliding, he's sliding his cock, up,
down, around, teasing you swollen clit, so swollen it aches,
deeper than ever before, it aches, you need to cum. Slowly, very
slowly he's again entering you, quietly, you moan so very quiet,
this is too hard, not fair, crying, clenching. "Stop, remain
open" he reminds you, you must remain open, must become his
flower, your petals must lay back, relax, your dying to grip, to
tighten yourself. Stroking, again he's stroking, sliding,
rotating your hips, tilting them, sliding deeper, feel his shaft,
so deep, so on edge. Swelling, you feel his swelling within, the
pulsing, such sensation, you need to grip, need to clamp down,
no, you must not, you must remain open. He's telling you to
relax, again to feel, let him deep, stroking, he continues
stroking, slowing, easing, gently. This is impossible, so hard,
so wonderfully frustrating, your body, screaming to cum, aching,
clit, reaching, begging for release. Up, he moves up, you
whisper, crying, knowing what is to cum, what's not to cum, what
your giving up. You whisper no, please, the no touch, "please
take my orgasm" longing, your heart is longing, aching, your
aching, clit throbing, begging, pleading, needing this orgasm,
dying to feel it, knowing you'll be denied, knowing it's to be
lost, taken from you. In, he guides you, placing himself into
your mouth, you gently begin, sucking, tasting his pleasure, your
need, stroking. He begins lightly stroking your clit, painting
it? Confused, your trying to see, tingling, he's using a brush, a
fine paint brush, an artist's brush, stroking gently. He's
brushing you with a mixture, the liquid-V, he's added something,
burning, confusing, struggling, continuing. He continues to
brush, stroke, brush, dips the brush into something, then again
brushing, stroking, slowly, around, over, under, straining.
You've felt this before, this burn, this tingle, peppermint oil,
he's added peppermint oil, hot, cold throbbing. Lighter, his
touch gets lighter, he knows your about to cum, knows you crave
pressure, touch, teasing, maddening, continuing, you begin, you
feel yourself begin that final climb. Under, he's retracting,
probing under your protective hood, burning, it hurts soooo
goooood, just as the feeling overtakes you nothing, all
sensations ceases. Thrusting, he begins cumming again, loving his
orgasm, enjoying it, relishing it, feeling it. Suffering, you
continue sucking, making sure it's good for him, making sure to
maximize his pleasure, surrendering yourself. Lifting, your
lifting, coolness, with only the air to caress you your body is
pulsing, clamping, noting to hold, to squeeze, no friction, no
pressure, your body need something, if only he was inside..
Softly, your crying softly, coming down from what should have,
could have been a wonderfully satisfying orgasm, your left empty,
needy, longing. Swallow, your told to swallow, to finish his
seed. Kiss, He's kissing you, gently, lightly kissing your lips,
your forehead, knowing your loved, cared for, knowing your need
pleases him, together resting together you feel safe.

End of day one

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What should happen next, Ladies, how would you like her to suffer?
How would you yourself enjoy this kind of denial, what's your fantasy?

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Weekend - Day 1