NOTES : Found on tiedmoments.com over a decade ago. I cleaned up a bit, but I'm no editor. Good, not great. Gets me off though. Enjoy!

May 21, 2001

Tease and Deny

"She is your world...she envelops you.
You look at her with a shade of hope, a plea."

The fantasy is simple.
But the reality is so very complex, isn't it?
You enjoy the tease, yet you dread the embarassment.
The process is long and often painful and yet, you crave it.
Now you find yourself kneeling naked facing the corner of the
room...masturbating.
Your instructions are simple and clear.
"Keep it hard" is all she said.
She and her friends have been over most of the evening and now
they're sitting around chatting like you're not even there;
The latest news, the Olympics, life in the office, etc.
Laughter...the occassional giggle.
From time to time, your Mistress might just get up and peek over
your shoulder,
making sure you're following direction acceptably.
You don't dare look away from the seam of the corner.
It's been five days since your last orgasm. Yet you've been kept 'on
the brink' lately.
Each day, more times than you can remember.

You hear them get up together and leave the room.
The house is large and you quickly lose any sound of them.
They did not give you any other instructions,
so there you kneel, gently rubbing your extended penis,
cupping your balls, using your imagination to 'keep it hard'
but not giving yourself enough contact to go over the edge.
You don't dare stop...you don't dare look around.
They COULD be standing right behind you...
You don't know.
Did they all leave?
Is there some way they can still see you?
Do they even care that much?
They could be watching you,
or they could be watching a movie and eating popcorn.
Still...you're teasing yourself...working hard to keep yourself at
the brink of an orgasm feeling a bit foolish,
wondering if they'll leave you there all night.
And what could you do?
Eventually, you'll either get soft, or so sensitive you won't be
able to touch yourself.
You've really lost track of time now...
You don't dare look across the room at the clock
because you know that if you do,
and find that they were, in fact, watching you,
and if, they were to catch you looking away from the corner,
you could be sure your mistress would stop you,
make you get dressed,
and treat you like a normal person.
She would take away your right to submit. No submision for you. You
don't deserve it.
Oh, and no orgasm either.

You switch off onto your scrotum from time to time...no one said you
had to keep stroking...just keep it hard.
Your mind is racing but you have to keep it on maintaining that
erection.
The easiest thing is to think about how ridiculous your situation
is...
how foolish and embarassing this evening is turning out.
That seems to give you a rush and your erection peaks out nicely.
Still, maintaining the erection without direct stimulation is
difficult.
Surely your Mistress knows that.
Surely she's thinking ahead of you.
Perhaps she'll stop into the room,
walk over to you,
kneel down behind you,
put her arms around your neck
and bite your ear slightly.
Pulling your nipples she might ask,
"are you keeping it hard for me?"
You turn your head to kiss her,
and she's gone.

You know you can't turn around.
She's there, somewhere.
You hear Her sit down.
You're VERY excited.
You can still smell her.
Your neck is now a little cold where Her warm breath was just
moments ago.
Then, she comes back and she kneels next to you.
She looks into your eyes.
The two of you connect...you're almost laughing at your plight...
She is your world...she envelops you.
You look at her with a shade of hope, a plea.
She tells you it must be so difficult for you, that
she understands what you're going through for her,
and reaches down and helps you stroke your penis.
She says she'll help you and your heart jumps.
She starts to masturbate you...pulling your nipple with one hand and
stroking you with the other.
She licks your mouth, the side of your neck.
She's surrounding you...seemingly everywhere at once.
You feel the orgasm rising, you know you're getting close.
But you're under strict orders.
She's not stopping and you're feeling the final warning signs, so
you do what you're told.
You beg her, "Please Stop!"
And she does.
She kisses you deeply and then informs you to continue to keep it
hard for her and her friends...
they'll be in in a little while.
She reminds you that she promised to help you so she drops her shoe
in front of you.
She tells you you can smell it if it'll help you stay hard,
you can kiss it, it's still warm from her foot, and there is a
sweet, semi-acrid smell to it.
You thank her as she leaves the room.
You are indeed revitalized, yet alone.
You realize you're dribbling quite a bit but you're still hard and
still challenged to keep it that way.

More time passes and you hear them.
They're coming in!
Quickly, you take the shoe from your face.
You feel someone approach behind you.
Her legs pressing against your back slightly.
She commends you on how hard you are!
Yes...it's HER voice...SHE is behind you...her legs are touching
your back.
She tells you she'd like her friends to see how you did it.
She asks if you used the shoe.
You are still staring into the corner, but you can feel their stares.
You nod - you have to tell the truth.
"Show me"
You raise the shoe to your face and, as you masturbate, you inhale
the aroma of her foot mixed with the leather of the shoe.
You can hear her friends chuckling.
"Oh...so sweet!"
"Pathetic!!"
You want to drop the shoe;
you want to stop, but you cannot deny how close to orgasm you are.
The thought of her friends staring at you while you kneel naked in
the corner,
masturbating.

Your Mistress tells you to take it to the next level.
She kneels next to you.
She whispers to you - you can stop now if you want,
get dressed... join us for tea.
There is no need for an order;
there never is.
You know you'd never stop now.
SHE knows you'd never stop.
"Do it!" she tells you.
It's an act you find humiliating and she knows it and now you must
do it in front of her friends.
Compliantly, you hold your free hand up in the air.
She's right there.
She lovingly licks your fingers, takes them into her mouth,
her hands roam your chest, tweaking your nipples as she fellates
your fingers.
Then, you remove your fingers from her mouth...dripping wet,
and reach underneath yourself and stick them into your anus.
You are now naked, on your knees, masturbating, and riding your own
fingers...in front of your Mistress and her friends.
You want to come...you need to come...you cannot stand it.
You break protocol a tiny bit and look over at your Mistress
to plead to her with her with your eyes to let you come.
She's sitting back on the couch, her bare feet are propped up on a
pillow.
One of her friends is rubbing them.
They're watching your awkward position.
Some are smoking.
Some are drinking.
Some are laughing.
Your Mistress looks at you.
"No." is all she says.
You release your penis...just before you explode.
It bobs in the air.
Your knees ache, your head is thrown back, your very being is
screaming.
Her timing is once again perfect. You have just enough energy to
squeeze back your orgasm.

Only a little more precome pours out the tip of your penis.
"Clean up." she says to you.
You bend over and lick up the precome which has collected on the
floor.
You find that if you lick the floor as well as the fluid, the taste
is a little easier to handle.
It somehow feels like cheating, but you give yourself this 'out'.
When it's gone you sit back on your thighs.
Your mistress motions to you.
Aching, you crawl to her side.
Not surprisingly, your penis is still erect.
She motions to her feet and you scoot down the couch, still on your
knees, and start to kiss them.
You caress them.
Yes, the women are commenting. They are commenting on you.
They're watching you.
Watching you kiss the feet of the woman who has just put you through
over 5 days and two hours of frustration.

One of her friends asks if you are ever leant out.
She offers your services.
Her friend is quite enthusiastic.
She's sitting across the room, sitting back in a comfortable chair.
Her legs crossed at the knees.
She's wearing leather slacks...very soft...very classy.
The leathers are so soft; so feminine.
Her pants hem is up high enough that you can see that she is wearing
a pair of lace up boots with a small, narrow heel.
You can't tell how high up the leg they go, but you suspect they're
ankle boots.
She tells you to crawl to her.
When you get there, she says nothing.
You feel foolish again, not knowing what to do.
She lets you stay there, wondering.
She is savoring this moment, knowing you'll do nothing without her
intent.
She has a small grin, almost a smirk.
She puts her finger under your chin and raises your eyes to hers.
She's moving close to you...her lips opening slightly.
Your eyes are locked on hers - your mouth getting ready for contact.
She laughs loudly as your eyes close and you pucker in preparation.
Her laughter startles you back to reality.
You open your eyes to see she has moved back from you, leaving you
stretching to kiss nothing but air.
The other ladies are laughing too.
Suddenly, you feel a sharp sting as she slaps your face with her
open hand.
You feel your eyes well with tears.
Then, she leans in to you again...you are sure to keep your eyes open this time.
But this time she spits into your face instead.
Her saliva slaps you before you can recoil. It drips down your
cheek.
A small portion of it seeps into the corner of your mouth.
You can't help yourself, you taste it.
You like the taste of it.
She drops your head from the tip of her finger.
"Face to the floor." is all she says.
You quickly bend over, placing your cheek on the floor.
"Hands behind your back."
Your weight is resting completely on your face, still you struggle
to keep your hands clasped behind you.
She rests a boot right in front of you and leaves it there.
"Stare at it." Her voice is soft and firm.
Your eyes are riveted...studying what they can see of her footwear.
Their conversation picks up again.
You're uncomfortably bent over with your cheek against the floor the
boot right in front of you,
and they're discussing politics, the weather, their jobs...
They're ignoring you again.
You ache.
You're starting to cramp.
Your penis is hard again though, as you realize the ridiculous
position at the feet of a woman you've never met before while
several others are present.

"Take the boot off."
She finally speaks to you.
You collapse down onto your erection as you try to reach up under
her pants.
As you climb the boot with your hand, you realize that these are not
ankle boots,
they go up at least as far as her knee.
There is no way you can possibly remove them while her slacks are on.
You keep on trying. You try to roll up the pants leg.
Suddenly, she kicks out...sending you sprawling over backwards.
The back of your head hits the floor.
You're about to roll off your back when she tells you to freeze.
She rises and walks slowly up to you.
She kicks at your legs until you open them and then she walks in
between them.
The other women are suddenly around you.
"Arms out."
You spread your arms out to the sides and a woman on each side steps
across your wrists, their heels on one side of your wrists and the
balls of the shoe on the other.
You have to roll your wrists sideways to avoid the pain.
You feel others grabbing your ankles and holding them wide.
You're pinned to the floor.
Your Mistress walks up to the woman standing over you and whispers
something into her ear.
She laughs and steps to the side.
Your Mistress steps in and places a foot on your penis.
It's so sensitive now.
It's been over three hours since you started in the corner;
you had gone through several hours of teasing forthe last
four days.
Each day, your Mistress stopped you short of orgasm
and refused your release.
Now, she's standing in front of your prone body.
You still don't know.

Your vision is changed as the first friend steps across your
chest and sits down just below your neck.
Slowly she inches herself backwards.
You can smell those pants.
You can see those boots on each side of your head.
"Sniff" is all she says.
Your penis pulses under your Mistress' foot just from hearing the
word 'sniff';
much less the intense aroma of her kidskin covered ass when you
comply.
Your Mistress begins to rub her foot on your penis.
The friend shifts back to completely envelop your face now,
cutting off your air with her bottom.
She rises periodically to allow you a quick breath and then sits
back down.
She shifts back a bit further now and starts to pull your nipples.
It's too much for you to handle.
Your Mistress seems to be increasing the pressure.
You're quickly getting to that point again.
You try to beg her to stop but your mouth is covered in leather
backside.
You buck your body, trying to shake her off, but your hands are
painfully pinned and you can barely muster up enough strength to
catch a breath.
You might be able to get in a quick 'please' before your air is gone
and then she's back down on you again.
You're going to orgasm, you can feel it but you also need to breathe.
You're bucking wildly.
You feel the sides of your eyes going black - you might pass out.
Your benevolent Mistress continues.
She has complete control, even with the sole of her foot.
You can't quite get enough friction yet, you're so close,
so 'on the edge'.
As if she could tell you were about to pass out, the friend quickly
rises and falls.
You catch barely enough breath to recover.
You hear the voice of your Mistress:
"If we let you come, we want you to do something for us."
A rise and a fall...a breath.
"We want you to eat it all up!"
A rise and a fall...a another breath.
"OK?"
Her foot brings you to the edge again and stops.
You mumble your acceptance of the conditions into the backside of
the woman on top of you who let's you up just long enough to clearly
state that you'll do it.

Your Mistress knows you hate to eat your semen;
she also knows it's a small price to pay for the privilege
and attention you so desperately crave.
You hear your benevolent Mistress: "Okay...you may come."
She starts to rub your penis in earnest.
Your orgasm is building again.
She brings you right to that point again.
You can hear the giggles.
The leather ass is being lifted off in a more rhythmical timing as
you are being allowed to increase the rate of your breathing.
The orgasm is starting from your very root.
Your feet want to retract, but they're held fast.
You need another breath.
Suddenly, the woman on top of you rises up.
Your orgasm has begun.
Just as you gasp for air, someone throws something in your face.
You realize...PEPPER!
You begin to sneeze and choke.
You can't help yourself; your pained orgasm continues.
Tears are streaming from your eyes.
You buck wildly, your mind frazzled from over-stimulation.
Then, your body falls limp.
"Oooh...poor baby! Did Mistress drop pepper on you as you were
cumming?"
"Did you miss out on the pleasure of the orgasm you've waited FIVE
days for?"
"How clumsy of me!"
You are racked with pain...you missed the entire orgasm yet you feel
the pent up mess dripping all over your body.
"Now it's time to keep up your end of the bargain"

At your Mistress' direction, the women pull up several chairs.
They sit in a circle around your prone body.
They start to take turns,
each placing the sole of their shoes into the mess on your chest and
lifting it to your mouth where you lick it off the bottoms of their
shoes.
The ladies are mocking you, rubbing their soles roughly against your
mouth.
It takes you more than thirty minutes until you're done.

The friends have had enough and leave you spent on the floor.
You lay on the floor motionless until your mistress calls you.
She summons you to the front door, where you kneel, and kiss the ass
of each woman as she leaves.

Finally, you are left alone with Mistress.
You are sent to clean yourself up and then prepare her dinner.
After cleaning up the meal, you and she curl up for a night of
relaxation.
Then, it's bed time.
You bring her to orgasm with your mouth.
She mounts you and enjoys another orgasm with you inside her.
Your orgasm is now approaching.
You dutifully request that she stop, and again, she does.
As she rolls over to go to sleep, you massage her back.
You're overwhelmed by the desire to kiss every inch of her back and
neck and breathe her in.
She smiles as you do this.
She's almost asleep when she leans over, kisses you goodnight and
tells you to go kneel in the corner for another 30
minutes..."keeping it hard"...before you come back to bed.
Then she's off to sleep as you kneel in the corner.
The new week has just begun!