Chastity and orgasm denial discussion

The chatter is thick here. But where are all the storytellers, hungry for a good narrative…and what of us readers? A Problem to Be Licked - By ShieldingMatrix

Everyone seeks to squeeze every drop from life; my wife certainly isn’t an exception. But reality isn’t like YouTube, is it? Oh, please ignore that slip, don’t get me started on tubes… You know how things sometimes begin one way and then veer off in a completely unexpected direction. Well, that’s precisely what happened to me. I truly adore images of lovely women—sexy, cute, serious, bound… You understand the appeal… I definitely see my wife as all those things, even if she rarely gets tied up, and she photographs beautifully, but she isn’t keen on it herself. So I gaze at other women in photos and indulge my fantasies privately. I also stumbled upon numerous pictures of sexy women wearing chastity belts, thinking it would be a real thrill to persuade my wife into one. A form of intimate bondage; it just got me hot under the collar. So I showed my wife some different sites featuring women in chastity gear, along with stories and forums. I thought if I could present these to her and let her see how aroused they made me, she might become interested in expanding our vanilla world. She turned out to be seriously uninterested in Female chastity, and Male chastity had never even crossed her mind. She looked at the sites politely but told me that she had no desire to wear a CB herself, so please don’t bring it up again, and with that, another of my fantasies stayed tucked away. A few months later, I recall us lying together reading a erotic story about a guy with a pierced dick. This was a topic she hadn’t shown much interest in before, but then she told me that she’d really like to be penetrated by a man with a Prince Albert piercing just to feel it. “Ding!” Ah, there’s a double win on my list, and my imagination took off! She had her hands on my dick and balls while I read aloud. Just as she voiced this new, kinky curiosity of hers, I suddenly grew rock hard beneath her touch. “Oh dear,” she said, “does that sudden enthusiastic reaction mean you too want to be fucked by a guy with a Prince Albert? Or does it mean you want to ‘be’ that guy.” I knew if I had completely freaked out and shouted, “both,” she might have panicked, so I simply said, “be the guy.” Kinky stuff was much more my wheel than hers.

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“Tell Ms. Mountom, the lovely piercer, what you want, honey.” I found myself far less enthusiastic about piercing now, even though I stood across from the counter staring straight into the bosom of a stunning blond woman with a bit butch look to her; her pierced nipples made a clear graphic argument for nipple show-through. My dick should have been thumping against my trousers, an arrow of desire— this hot chick was going to deliver something I had always wanted. I mean,“I” wanted it right, it would be fun and sexy, and my wife wanted it even more; she had been insatiable for a week since we read the story, and I had declared myself to “be the guy.” But here and now, I was struggling overcome my vanilla public persona. It’s one thing to enjoy kinky thoughts in your cozy, safe bedroom, but quite another to be “out” there talking to strangers about your deepest desires. “An 8 gauge captive bead ring and a Prince Albert piercing to match.” There, I had said it. I tried to sound casually knowledgeable, but I am sure I sounded more like a fifteen-year-old boy trying to buy his first three-pack of Trojans at the local drugstore. The blond wasn’t fazed by my nerdy performance; she looked me up and down and said, rather condescendingly, “Sure Hun, just follow me. You too,“she nodded toward Kaitlinn, “you can hold his hand; he might need it; most little boys like him do while I perforate their pitiful little wieners.” Oh, crap! Considering that I had instantly bristled at Ms. Mountom’s jab to my masculinity, I walked meekly after our broad-shouldered piercer, watching through her clingy yoga pants as her tight backside bulged with every step. Meanwhile, my visibly aroused and sexy wife walked close behind me, her large breasts brushing my shoulder as we tried to walk side by side down the narrow hall of the piercing studio. Yet in spite of all this sexual excitement, my dick felt like it was trying to flee and hide. “Drop ‘em hunney,” Ms. Mountom said, rather unceremoniously to me, as soon as we entered the back room. She grinned wickedly at Kaitlinn. They shared their amusement at my growing discomfort in a conspiratorial way that only heightened my unease. “That’s all there is? Well, that’s hardly enough!” God, I was taking a major pounding from this girl, as far as I could tell, and my wife seemed to be having a great time overseeing my humiliation. “My next appointment cancelled just before you arrived. Kaitlinn, don’t you think that hairy little dick needs a shave before we get down to business?” “Oh yes, it looks so unkempt… well, hairy and unruly. I’d love to see you shave it; I’d like to learn how too. Could you let me help you, Ms. Mountom?” By this point, I was feeling more than a little awkward; this hadn’t been part of the game plan, as far as I knew. “Kaitlinn, I’d rather not be shaved really; people would notice at the gym. Can’t we just forget about the piercing and everything else and leave? I have changed my mind.” Even as I said it, thunderclouds gathered in Kaitlinn’s eyes, and Ms. Mountom was maneuvering me toward the table. “She warned me that you might try something like this! Now sit down on that table right this minute and stop making such a fuss; you’re embarrassing me!” My mind seemed to be in complete disagreement with my body. I was stunned by my wife’s tone of voice, demanding that I behave, furious at her as well but my manhood remained hidden, and I found myself hopping up obediently onto the table. “Put your head back against the cushion and keep your arms at your sides; you can grab the handles there to steady yourself if you are scared.” Ms. Mountom was now speaking to me differently, treating me more soothingly than she had before. “I want to get up and leave! Stop!” I heard my voice saying as I lay back and placed my hands at my sides gripping the indicated handles simultaneously. Before I had even thought of the possibility, restraints snapped out from the table encircled my wrists. As I was noticing the wrist restraints, my ankles were similarly caught. “Everything is fine now honey; don’t struggle; you are going to like this.” While she croaned this close into my ear, Ms. Mountum pushed gagging device into my mouth and inflated it to a palatal compressing size. “We just need to be certain that you don’t distract us during the procedure, so hold still now, and don’t struggle or you might get hurt.” There really wasn’t much I could do under the circumstances but hope for the best. Kaitlinn asked Ms. Mountom about the healing time for a Prince Albert piercing. “How long will he be out of commission before he can have sex again?” “Well, normally about a month or so,” explained Ms. Mountom, speaking with the voice of experience, “depending on the person; and he’ll still have to wear a condom during intercourse for at least another month after that to keep things in place better and avoid possible infection.” “What will I do? I can’t go without sex for a month! This will be a terrible thing for me to endure!” The frantic edge to my wife’s voice made me gurgle behind my gag, “hey what about me, the one with the perforated penis; what do I get?” Leaping in to clear up Kaitlinn’s misconceptions, Ms. Mountom was very emphatic: “I didn’t say that you would have to abstain for a month. Just ‘meatstick’ over there,” she pointed at me, “you can have as much sex as you like.” Ah, whatever does she mean by that? No meatstick means no sex for the wife, right? I mean she’s completely out of

“meatsticks right? My gurgling drew no notice from either of them. “Oh, what a relief,” my wife said, as she stared off abstractedly for a moment into her future with a look of pleasure that I was unacustomed to seeing in her eyes. Am I missing something? The vibe going on here was mighty strange—my wife acting so, well, kinky, for one thing. My reaction to the situation was weird too. I was still struggling half-heartedly now on the table and with the whole situation. What was I doing here? Not wanting me to continue to be difficult, I guess, the piercer secured my head to the table top with a strap so that I couldn’t look up and see what they were doing. Still I worried about what this all meant and I was still trying to come out of my fantasy life into reality, things all seemed so confused, I wanted this and didn’t… Ms. Mountom interrupted my reverie when she showed me the straight razor she planned to use to trim the hair on my balls! I tried to relax as shaving creme was applied. It was warm and felt kind of good, and then the stroking began, as I felt my skin drawn tight and the razor’s edge gliding over my nether regions where no such sharp instruments had ever been before. Then it was on to my balls, the skin stretched expertly, and smoothly carressed by the terrifying razor by Ms. Mountom. “Can’t I have a turn now, “Oh god no!” I twisted and tried to scream through the dam gag. My clutzy wife with a knife at my nuts, this was a nightmare! “Sorry Kaitlinn, I almost forgot. Well I left you the best part of the job, you get to do his cock, just take the hair right off, from the low part of the shaft there, to the base.” I think Ms. Mountom must think my wife is up to this, but I know better. I continued to struggle behind my gag. “No, no!” I yell, but it’s no use, Kaitlinn brings the straight-edge razor up into my view and says, “hold really still now,” and smiles the most sarcastic smile I have ever seen on her face. “His dick has shrunk to nothing now Ms. Mountom, how can I possibly shave him?” It was true, where as before I had been pretty much at least half hard, now my cock was in full retreat, hiding under the skin of my balls. That’s where he always goes when he’s scared, and my balls were sucked up, trying to flee back where they came from before they decended. “I’ve got just the thing for that, here put this on,” said Ms. Mountom. I could not hear anything in particular to tell me what was going on now. Then I felt a smooth sensation as someone was wiping away all the leftover lather with a warm towel. I’m not sure what I was expecting at this point, but actually, it felt very nice and safe after my shaving ordeal, and then some aftershave emolient, not harsh but soothing, my ass, and inner thighs and balls, everywhere I had been rendered hairless. With my legs spread wide as they were, all of me was in easy reach. The table’s gynocological type split at the bottom, made all of this front to back access a snap. Despite being more relaxed than before, my cock remained in total seclusion. With a minute to work some more of the cream around to soothe my irritated assets Kaitlinn paused, and a look of concentration came over her beautiful face as she struggled with something I couldn’t see. An instant more and she had lined up her shot and she took my rectal cherry in a single thrust that sent such an unspeakable combination of pain, and excitement thru me, that it shocked my dick to stunned attention in an instant. Untouched though it was, I throbbed in mind altering unison with Kaitlinn’s movements as she slowly and deliberately pumped in and out of me. I would see her face come into view on the thrust and go out on the stroke, “Oh god, I’m cumming!” I was screaming behind the gag now, my eyes wide and rolling back in my head, but no distinguishable words emerged from behind the gag. It was so much pleasure now, heaped on the excitement of the night—the satisfaction of ejaculation was at hand. “Look out Kaitlinn he’s about to cum, you have to stop if you want to shave him.” Just like that, she stopped with her big dick buried in my once sacrosanct ass. She waved the razor in my face again and told me to hold still. I froze, fighting the almost unbearable need to pump even just one more time and to cum. But I knew better, she’d get distracted and I’d have a lot more trouble on my hands than a ring through my dick! She carefully lathered my totally rigid rod from the base to about the middle. My wife’s touch with the very wicked looking razor was very delicate after all. “Use only up strokes on him now and stay away from the head or he’s likely to squirt and ruin all our fun,” Ms. Mountum advised, leaning over to demonstrate how to pull down on my balls and squeeze them at the same time to tighten the skin of the shaft over my throbbing errection. My wife was a fast learner and enthusiastic as well. “This is fun, I’ve never felt so loving and powerful at the same time before, I think I could get to like this.” “We’ll be happy to discuss the rest of the program with you when we’re done here, while he cools down,” Ms. Mountom talked idlely now over her shoulder to Kaitlinn as she prepared what sounded like metal surgical type instruments on a nearby tray. “Finish washing him off now, and don’t be to rough on him, I need him hard for the piercing.” “Make me cum, let me cum, I have to cum!” Translates to, “Mmm, gurrgle, gurrgle, mmmm!” “You might as well pull out of him now and take that thing off and drop of in the sink over there, you’ve done well introducing him to pleasures he’s never known before, I hope you also found it stimulating as too.” “Oh yes, to be the fucker instead of the fuckee was just a revelation, the power of a penis between my legs, it was just, well really intense. I am just dripping now, I am so horney, now that I think of it, I’d just love to fuck his hard dick sticking up there like it is.” Behind my gag I’m nodding and shaking my head, “yes, fuck me, oh please sit on me and slide down my shaft till I explode in your wet pussy, fuck me, please…” But of course no words came out and my immobile head moved only imperceptibly no matter how hard I tried. If eirher of them had noticed anything, they both ignored my wordless pleas. “You really must restrain yourself for now, get hold of yourself Kaitlinn, your’re on your way, but don’t be so weak of will.” Ms. Mountom’s admonishment of my wife was puzzling, and more than a little bit worrisome. I really hate when someone I don’t know talks my wife out of fucking me while I watch. “You want him to ripen and really be ready for your suggestions when the time comes, don’t you?” Now Ms. Mountom was talking over my head to my wife and there seemed to me much more going on here than my mere piercing, and everyone was in on it but me. The piercing itself was uneventful. Restrained as I was, I had no problem remaining still as the piercing needle slid through the flesh of my cock, like a fishhook through a finger, and was followed in a single thrust by the captive bead ring that ran out of the front of my dick around the corona, and in through the piercing hole in the base of my shaft. Ms. Mountom had stepped over to my side, now that she had finished with the procedure and the cleanup, and was instructing me like a good nurse talking to her patient. “Now you will have a bit of bleeding. You want to keep it wrapped up until the bleeding stops and you don’t want to exert yourself overmuch for the next few days, and then in a month or so you might be healed enough for a little masturbation, but I wouldn’t rush that or you might tear open the piercing and then it takes even longer to heal.” Though we were all done, she made no move to release any of my restraints or my gag. Even though my erection had flagged with the initial pain of the piercing, it came back semi-hard and the ache of my prior arosal was back with a vengence. “I’m really too horny to wait a month Ms Mounto

“m, I haven’t gone that long without an orgasm or proper fucking since puberty anyway; what am I meant to do until then?” My lovely, now somewhat hysterical wife articulates my own genuine worries perfectly.

‘That strap-on is yours as a gift from me, Kaitlinn. It’s certainly leagues bigger than ‘he’, and it’s hollow too. Let him use it on you when he feels up to the task.’

Oh, what a devilish idea indeed. My dick swelled upward, catching the women’s attention.

‘Well, at least one of you seems fond of that notion,’ Ms. Mountom remarked as my dick throbbed visibly and blood began leaking under the pressure from below. The image formed in my mind: my manicled manmeat encased in firm rubber—hard yet out of contact—as it slides in and out with a swish of wetness and the thwack of thrusts, lighting up my pleasure centers like the midday sun.

I saw clearly the devilry of it all. While watching what would ordinarily bring joyous release to everyone else, I realized it wouldn’t happen for me—not now. A whole month, and I’ll lose my mind.

‘Oh Kaitlinn, it’s not quite so dire. For now, perhaps he can lend you a helping hand,’ Ms. Mountom said, ‘as it were, from right where he is.’ With that, she tipped down the part of the table supporting my head, arching my neck and bringing my face and mouth to crotch height, even though my head was nearly upside down.

‘Well, I’m sure you can work something out for now, Kaitlinn. Don’t forget to take off the gag, ha, ha! And when you feel ready, come see me in the office at the end of the hall.’

Ms. Mountom spun on her high heels and clicked away down the corridor.

Even as the door was closing, Kaitlinn was fussing with her belt and slacks, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggled against her arousal.

‘I’m going to take off the gag,’ I said. ‘And you are going to lick me. You aren’t allowed to stop or use your mouth for anything except licking, sucking, and satisfying me until I cum. After that, then you may speak. Is that clear? Just nod.’

Unbuckling the gag and letting out the air, my jaw was sore and throat dry; I couldn’t have spoken if I’d wanted to.

‘Now lick, and don’t stop till I tell you to,’ she commanded.

She pushed her lips—dripping with excitement—against my downturned mouth and mashed her pussy against my immobilized face. She rode my chin like a saddle until her bucking became uncontrollable, drenching my face in a squirt of orgasmic girl juices.

‘Be the guy,’ yes indeed.

To Be Continued.