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None for you!

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I posted this a long while back on "OD".com. It's is a bit tamer than most of stories out there, but hopefully you will appreciate the ironic symmetry. I have others, if you'd like me to post some of them.


Stuck in what seemed like the longest and slowest moving line at the checkout counter, Zena tapped her foot impatiently. She was running late, and had to get home to get dinner started. And what was worse was that Mikhail, her four year old son, was also growing impatient. When the line finally advanced, they found themselves parked directly in front of the candy bars. ‘At least the line was moving,’ she thought to herself.

“I wanna Candy baaaaaarrrrr,” Mikhail whined.

“No candy.”

“Pleeeeeeaaaaasssseeee, just this onnnnnnce?” he kept on.

“No. No, junk food for you.”

“Aaaaaaawwwwwww,” he whined some more.

“Candy’s no good for you. You’ll be bouncing off the walls and you won’t eat your dinner.”

“I promise I’ll be goooooooood! I’ll eat my dinner.” The child was persistent.

“No, you don’t need any candy. Now stop.”

“Aaaaaaawwwwwww, hah-aaaaaaaaawwwww,”

“Stop that whining, now. You’re worse than your father.”

Looking down, and almost at the end of here rope, she could see that he was on the verge of starting to cry.

“Are those tears? If you start crying, you’ll be going to bed right after dinner, understand?”

“*sniff* Uh-huh.”

“Do you want that?”

“*sniff* No.”

“Good. Then just sit still and be quiet.”

Once home, with dinner cooked and eaten, and the dishes clear up by their two children, who were now tucked in bed and sleeping, Zena and her husband, Mikhas, finally had some time alone together. Years ago, this would not have meant much. She would watch TV while Mikhas would go into his ‘man-cave’ and watch something else on TV or, more commonly, masturbate to whatever porn he found online that struck his fancy. There had been a long time, after the children were born, that they had stopped being intimate, and at times even affectionate. At its worst, there were times that their marriage was truly in trouble.

So they saw counselors. They talked. The related. And after resolving so many of the underlying issues both with themselves as individuals and with each other as a couple, things were much better now.

These days, they made every effort to make sure they had their play-time as often as possible. The difference was that, while Mikhas was clearly the head of the household in most other matters, it was Zena who was in charge in the bedroom. This was done to make her more comfortable, and to help her get past some of the hang ups and insecurities she had. And it had worked better than either of them had dared to hope. It really allowed to her explore her sexuality, and to indulge Mikhas in whatever kink he felt like exploring – which was extensive, given all the time he had spent with internet porn. But by putting whatever happened in the bedroom under her complete control, she felt comfortable exploring things that she never would have dreamed of at one time. And it often happened that this week’s, “No” would become next week’s, “OK, let’s give that a try.”

She only had one hard and fast rule: Mikhas would never cum. Ever.

When they played, he had three “safe words”:

“Close,” at which point she would slow down the stimulation a little;

“Edge,” at which point she would cease all stimulation;

And “Cumming,” at which point she would squeeze the base of his cock with all her might to stop the impending orgasm. It was very effective but he hated the way that felt. So he was always keen to call out “close” and “edge” a little bit sooner, rather than later.

And on the point of him never having an orgasm, she was uncompromising. After working out the kinks, Mikhas wore a chastity device all the time. She was keen to unlock him, almost every night, for play time, but he was never going to have an orgasm. He agreed to this tentatively at first, but the improvement in their sex life, and consequently their marriage, was so great that he wouldn’t even think of going back to the way things were before. In the early days he spent a lot of time with a sore groin and aching balls, but it had been so long at this point that this was rarely a problem now, and he didn’t mind when it was, because it served as a reminder of how far they had come, and how wonderful they were with each other now.

All the same, the flesh was often weak. But that was OK. She enjoyed tormenting him, and on this night he found himself bound to the bed, with his wife stoking his considerable cock.

“close…” he strained against the restraints, beads of sweat rolling down his chest. She slowed down for a moment and then tightened her grip and sped up again.

“ugh… close…” and again she slowed down. This went on for a half hour that seemed like an eternity to Mikhas. She would bring to the edge and then back off, but not completely, and then start back up. He was usually “close” within a few seconds.

Again she resumed her hard, fast stroking.

“uuugghh… close… close!... EDGE!” And she let go.

“Ooooooooooohhhhhh…” her husband moaned, “I wanna cum so baaaaaadddd…”

“No cumming!” she answered him, firmly but not sternly.

“Pleeeeeeaaaaasssseeee, just this one tiiiiiime?” he kept on, desperation palpable in his tone and visible in his eyes.

“No! No, orgasms for you!” Her tone was firm, but she was smiling on the inside.

“Aaaaaaawwwwwww,” he moaned some more.

“Orgasms are no good for you. You’ll get lazy and short tempered and you won’t help me out around the house.”

“I promise I’ll be goooooooood! I’ll do whatever you want me toooo, pleeeeease…”

“No, you don’t need to have an orgasm. Now stop.”

“Aaaaaaawwwwwww, ooooooooooooooooooohhhh…”

“Stop that whining, now. You’re worse than your son, you know that?”

Looking down, she thought could see a tear forming on the corner of his eye.

“Are those tears? If you start that nonsense, we’ll snap the cage back on right now and go to sleep, understand?”

“Aaaaaaaaaw… Uh-huh,” he nodded, meekly.

“Do you want that?”

“Oooooooooooh… Noooo.” He finally managed, the edge finally starting to abate.

“Good. Then just lie still and be quiet.” And that was the final word as she began stroking
his cock again, eliciting more of the delicious moans of beautiful agony that she loved hearing from this wonderful man who she loved so much.
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cool niceguy i enjoy reading stories like that. i do hope you keep them coming :)
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