Abuse of power?

by Dylan

There’s a substantial pleasure I get from watching Ella cum.  But, as I have rediscovered over the last few days, I get a different but equally tremendous pleasure in watching her struggle not to cum.

I didn’t take long to take advantage of my victory after the Super Bowl.  That night, after using my new sex toy’s mouth, I mounted her and took her slowly, hoping to get her as worked up as I could, making her denial all the more difficult.  Her breath got heavier and more strained, and as she grew hornier, she told me something she may regret now.

“It’d probably be even harder for me to hold back,” she said, “if I’m on top.”

I was, of course, anxious to test this hypothesis, so we flipped over and Ella began fucking herself on my cock while I whispered in her ear all the things I was going to do to her these next weeks.  Make her beg to cum.  Make her finger fuck herself on my whims.  Have her masturbate in public bathrooms.  Call me and use her vibrator at inappropriate times.  Ella will gladly tell you that she loves it when I say dirty things to her, so as she fucked herself on my cock and listened, she got closer and closer.  I asked her if she would cum without permission.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” she said as she breathed heavily, “because…I lost…the bet…and…I’m…a whore.”

“My little fuck slut?”

“Yeah.”

Within seconds, she was on the edge of orgasm and had to slow down as her teeth clenched and she held her orgasm inside her.  Her eyes squinted and her nails dug into my chest with tension.  Of course, as she slowed down to a near stop, I was only encouraged, and began to buck my hips against her from underneath, forcing her to squirm in agony as she struggled so hard to obey.  And I had her bouncing up and down on me for quite a long time, until I could take no more and I flipped her over and orgasmed in her.  Her panting had hardly slowed down when I pulled out.

We repeated the whole process about half an hour later.  I still didn’t let her cum.  It made me feel so powerful, watching her do all the work and experience all the tension as I lay on my back and watched the show.  She kept riding, hoping that I’d have mercy.  “I could cum at a moment’s notice,” she said between breaths at one point.  But I wouldn’t allow it.

And the next morning, not long after she’d woken up, I flipped her on her back and ate her frustrated cunt.

The day after the game, I went back with her to Philadelphia, and took advantage of my ability to withhold her orgasm until the last evening of my visit — Thursday night — and, thankfully, she was feeling extra submissive that evening.  I spent a long time fucking her mouth in that way we love so much (I do so love when she grabs my butt while I do this and pulls me closer so she can get my cock deeper down her throat) and I held her down by getting on top of her and pinning her wrists.  (We both love this, because, as we discussed later that evening, she feels like I’m more masculine as my strength holds her down, and I love watching her fight back unsuccessfully.  Unlike when I tie her up, she genuinely can’t escape.)  After a long evening of teasing, we began to fuck — for the second time that evening — and when she was on top, I finally, finally, let her release her frustration.

She’s in Philadelphia right now and I’m back in New York.  I’m thinking I’ll take further advantage of my authority shortly after I post this.

~ by Dylan on February 8, 2009.