He told her she will cum just once this summer, and it will be outside, in broad daylight, and she would be completely naked and alone. He told her she will beg him for it, and that he will not make it easy on her. He told her that the longer she holds out, the harder he will make it on her.
She said no way. She would rather not cum than endure that kind of humiliation.
That was in May.
On the last day of June, she lost her chance to have a vibrator.
“You really should have done this in June, you know. You could’ve cum in seconds with a vibrator, and been outside for a minute or two, tops. Oh well.”
By the end of July, she lost her chance to use her fingers.
“Wow, this will be really tough for you now. You’ll just have to hump your taped up fist to get off, how long would THAT take? And what a sight that would be, can you just imagine?”
It became his favorite thing to talk about while she sucked him off. He taped up her hands whenever she pleasured him, sometimes making her hump her fist while he watched. “You need the practice”, he said.
She was delirious with need by now, all the time. She found herself wondering if it would be so bad, but she always managed to steel herself into her resolve. She has waited and suffered this long already. Just one more measly month and the summer of hell will be over.
Then he casually mentioned that the same rules would apply in the fall, and if she lasted till September, he would cuff her taped up hands behind her back.
“They’re pretty much useless, anyway. It won’t make much of a difference whether you’re jumping your fist or something else. What? Oh, I don’t know, like a tree, or something.”
That finally broke her. She started to beg.
“Are you sure you’re ready? You’ll be naked, outside, by yourself, with your hands taped up, humping your own fist like a disgusting animal. Any number of people could see you doing that. Who knows how long it’ll take you. I mean, you’ve never cum this way before, maybe you can’t! You’ll still stay out there and keep trying, I won’t let you quit and run inside after a few minutes, you know.”
He kept coming up with all kinds of horrors to taunt her with every time she begged him to please let her cum. It usually ended with him taping up her hands and ordering her mouth on his cock, while he continued talking about her terrifying, humiliating outdoor orgasm.
Days turned into weeks, the month of August was drawing to an end. Her begging got ever more frantic.
Finally, with mere days of August left, he told her today will be the day. But of course, there was a twist.
“I don’t think you’ll have the self-discipline to stay put until you cum, so I’m going to help you. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt much, unless you decide to make it harder on yourself.”
He gave her the small mercy of setting her up in the back where no one would actually see her. He wanted her to feel exposed, not get arrested, after all. This location had the added benefit of giving him a great view of her, anchored in place so securely by that flimsy little string, frantically humping her fist and constantly looking around her with that terrified look on her face. Eventually she would stop looking, her long-delayed pleasure finally overwhelming her.
He just hoped she wouldn’t jerk around so much when she came that the pain in her nipples ruined her orgasm.
Her next orgasm would be at the Christmas party, with everyone watching.
Okay, this might be a favourite now.
Love it.
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