“You’re going to be locked up for a long time,” she said casually. She was leaning against my side, her fingernails tracing lines up my thighs, stomach, and chest. We had just made love, and were basking in the afterglow. Well, at least she was; I hadn’t come — nor had I for the past couple of weeks — and was still aroused. “I know you don’t like to know ahead of time when I’m going to let you out, but I just wanted you to know that it’s going to be, well, a long time. We haven’t played at a really long term in a while, and I was thinking that I wanted to try it again.” I failed to suppress a whimper, and she looked up at me. “I hope you’re not complaining,” she admonished. “I mean, I unlocked you at the end of the summer, and you spent all autumn free as a bird. Winter’s almost half over; in fact. I can’t remember when you’ve had so much free time.” It was true; I’d been unlocked for months, but it wasn’t exactly a Roman orgy around here. “Yeah, but what with both of us getting the flu, plus the holidays, work, and all that, we barely had any sex at all, so it’s not like I’ve been running wild,” I explained. “I mean, for a couple of months, we even thought there was something in our water, since we just couldn’t get excited.” She shrugged, and lay her head back down on my chest. “Anyway, since I’m going to lock you up tonight, I wanted to spend some quality time with you; it’s going to be the last time that your cock is going to be free for quite a while, and I had to get enough of it to keep me motivated.” I whimpered again. Despite not having as much sex as I would have liked, I had certainly gotten used to touching myself whenever I felt like it, and feeling her warm ass as we lay spooning, and of course, being allowed to come pretty much every time we did have sex — as infrequently as it had been. And although we keep talking about long term denial as a fantasy — a really hot fantasy for both of us — the fact is that it’s been quite a while since we played at that, and I wasn’t totally looking forward to actually doing it. Sure, I knew it was only a matter of time before she wanted me back in the chastity device, but as the weeks seemed to slip by, I just fell out of the groove. Until tonight. “No wonder you were so aroused earlier,” I said. “You must have been thinking about this all week.” Our lovemaking earlier had started gently, but her passion had increased until she was raking my back and bucking her hips. I had to pull myself back from the edge of my own orgasm a dozen times, until finally she was sated. She hadn’t given me permission to come, and I was hoping that she would let me finish inside her. Instead, she asked me to wait just a little longer, and then did something she hadn’t done in a few years — which is how I ended up with my arms restrained to the headboard while she relaxed against me. She nodded, and then stretched. “I’m getting too relaxed,” she told me. “I’d better get moving, or else I’ll fall asleep.” “Please don’t do that,” I said. She propped herself up onto her elbow, and wrapped her hand around my cock; even though we had been lying here almost a half hour, it was still firm. She squeezed it, and my hips bucked involuntarily; my hands shot down a couple of inches before they were arrested by the velcro restraints. She smiled, then put her head down to tease me with her tongue. I moaned lightly, and pushed up hips up to meet her. She took my cock into her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the underside until I begged her to stop. “No, please,” I gasped, “I don’t want to come just yet. Please!” She sat up and smiled wickedly. “I told you that I’m going to lock you up tonight, when I’m done. And I’m going to do it right after you come, because I know that you lose that horny edge. I like making you do something right then, because I know you don’t want to.” I nodded slowly, remembering how she finds it amusing. “But you know what amazes me?” she asked. “That you always look back on it a few days later, and then tell me that making you do whatever it was, was the hottest thing ever. Why do you think that happens?” I shook my head. “I don’t know. The more I think back on it, the hotter is seems. Maybe it’s because although I didn’t want to at the time, when I think about it later, I’m thinking about it with my horny brain cells.” She snorted, then slipped off the bed and walked over to my dresser. She fished around in the back of the underwear drawer and pulled out my modified CB3000. The lock that I use when I’m testing some change that I’ve made was still attached. She undid the key and put it on the nightstand. Then she opened her jewelry box and pulled out her own lock, the one that I don’t have the key for. Since I was already wearing the cuff ring around my cock and balls, she had all the pieces at her disposal. She put her lock on the nightstand, and rubbed the cage around my cock. “Hard to believe that all that meat fits in there,” she smiled. She put the cage down next to her lock and began to stroke me very lightly. I squirmed and made yummy noises.. “You know, I was thinking about that lately — how you get all hot and excited when you haven’t come, and then right afterward you’re not interested anymore. At least, not for a few days.” She continued stroking my shaft lightly, and then looked up at me. “I think that’s enough,” she said, and sat back. “Please,” I begged, “You are going to let me come, aren’t you?” Once again, the wicked grin. “You know, I really was thinking about stroking you for a long time, and then stopping just as you came. You know, to ruin it for you.” I groaned, imagining the frustration. “But then I decided that it would be too cruel. No, you’re not going to come for a long time, and I want you to remember it.” She shifted her body over to straddle my hips. The cuff ring around my cock and balls felt tighter; I looked down and saw it was purple and veiny, just the way she likes it. She rubbed a little lube on the tip of my engorged head, and lowered herself slowly onto me, pressing her hips down onto mine. I let out a low moan, and looked up at her, pleading. She adopted a serious look, although she continued her slow grind. “I know you like to be surprised, but right now I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen. You know why?” I shook my head, trying to concentrate on not getting too close to coming. “Because I like the idea of telling you ahead of time, knowing that you can’t do anything about it.” She reached forward to take my nipples between her fingers. I drew a breath as she squeezed. “I told you that you’re going in the cage right after you come,” she continued, “because I know that you don’t actually enjoy going into the cage unless you’re already a little aroused.” She smiled. “That’s kind of funny, when you think about it.” She raised her hips, and I strained upward to meet her. She carefully lowered herself until just my head was inside her. Frantically, I tried to push deeper, not wanting to lose contact. I was still filled with desire from out earlier lovemaking — I wanted to be buried deep inside her, but I didn’t want to come… not yet, not yet. “But before I put the cage back on you, there’s one other thing you’re going to — that I’m going to do.” She slid her hips down, and once again I was buried inside her. I reveled in the warmth, until I suddenly understood what she was saying. “What’s that?” I asked. Still grinding slowly into me she explained. “I haven’t allowed you to come for the last couple of weeks; I know you’ve got a lot saved up for me, haven’t you?” I nodded. “And since you’re going to be locked up for a long time, I’ll bet you’d like to come really hard to release everything that you’ve been saving up, right?” I moaned inwardly. “And I want you to come really hard for me. I want you to remember this for a long time.” “Oooh,” I moaned aloud. “That’s why I’m going to make you eat my pussy right after you come.” I gasped. It was like an electri

A jolt to my groin. I’ve harbored this fantasy for a long time, but never quite summoned the courage to act on it. The thought of being compelled to clean her up, licking away my still-warm cum from her skin, listening to her command me to do so until she was satisfied, using my tongue to bring her over the edge… I’ve brought it up with her a few times over the years, but never managed to ask for it or actually try it. She was correct; there’s something about those first ten to fifteen minutes after an orgasm that drives all that desire right out of my mind.

I felt excited yet slightly apprehensive. I knew I wouldn’t want to do it afterwards… and she did too.

She noticed my hesitation. “I know the idea turns you on,” she said.

Thinking quickly, I replied, “But, um, didn’t think you were done? You mentioned earlier that you’d had enough for tonight.”

“Oh, this isn’t about your pleasure—well, not exactly your sexual pleasure,” she explained. “You’re doing it because in a few days’ time, you’ll be thinking about it again, and you’ll remember this evening as the most intense thing we’ve ever shared.”

She lightly dragged her nails across my chest. “I know how you work. The longer I keep you locked up, the more you’ll dwell on that last orgasm I allowed—the one where you had to eat your hot cum from inside me, doing something you didn’t quite want… and it’s going to make you wildly horny every time you recall it.” She leaned in closer, and I could feel her breasts pressing heavily against my chest. “And since you’re locked up, you’ll stay wild with lust for as long as I wish.

She hadn’t paused her slow grinding; combined with her talking, it was pushing me past the point where I could control holding back. Having not come in two weeks, I knew that once we passed a certain threshold, it would be a steady, inevitable ride. I tightened my Kegels, tensed my thighs and abs, but felt the pressure building deep within. I looked up at her, silently praying she’d stretch it out as long as possible.

“Yes, you want it, don’t you?” she asked. “Shall I go faster?”

I shook my head. “No, slower, please, slower.” I heard myself panting and felt the muscles tightening up.

She maintained her steady rhythm. “Yes, I’m going to make this memorable for you.” She leaned forward to kiss me, and I was surprised by her hunger. I felt her teeth gently bite my lower lip while her fingers found my nipples. She squeezed hard enough to make me gasp… and suddenly I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. I wanted to pull her hips closer, but the restraints kept my arms raised at the top of the bed. Opening my eyes, I looked up at her straddling me; then the inner muscles deep inside began twitching.

I realized my hips were bucking and remember asking, “Please, please,” as I moved to keep time with her, trying both to slow down and bury my cock deeper into her warm, snug warmth… no, wait, I reminded myself of my promise. “Please, can I come?” I asked.

“Yes, come for me. I want you to come for me,” she responded.

I pressed upward into her and felt the contractions begin. I moaned more than spoke as several weeks of self-control erupted like a volcano. Spasm after spasm racked my body until finally, it was over; I felt empty yet pleasantly sore. Taking a deep breath, I settled back against the bed. After a moment, I managed to open my eyes with some effort. “Oh my God, that was… that was… words fail me at how good that was.”

She slowly sat upright again. “It was good, wasn’t it? I thought you’d never stop!” She reached her hand down between her legs and placed her fingers on either side of my cock. Her eyes stayed locked with mine as she rose slightly. As I slipped out of her, looking down, I saw that she was holding herself closed to keep everything inside.

I remained half-dazed as she moved her knees alongside my body. When she finally rested her legs over my arms and braced one hand against the headboard, things… shifted somehow. Her pussy, which minutes earlier had been a beautiful, warm cave, now seemed like a hairy tube of flesh filled with something I didn’t want to deal with. Ugh, how could I have ever asked for this? I pursed my lips, but it was too late—I felt the drips land on my cheeks and chin. Seconds later, her slick lips pressed tightly against mine, and I heard her encouraging me to clean her up, sucking and licking until everything was gone.

At first hesitant, I realized that getting it over with sooner meant she’d get off my face faster and this crazy fantasy would end quicker. I sucked at her lips and ran my tongue around her mound, darting inside to tease before making wide, slow licks.

After a minute of this, I sensed she was no longer supporting her weight on the headboard; her thighs were tensing around my ears. Though I couldn’t hear her anymore, I felt her rocking back and forth on her thighs, pressing herself into me. My head remained still as she repositioned so that my tongue could reach different spots. When a hand grabbed my hair and pulled, I knew she was coming again. Fighting off post-orgasm lethargy, I strained my neck to find a better angle. She pressed down firmly on my mouth for a few moments before sitting back.

“Whew,” she said, “I really didn’t expect that.” She looked down at me and stroked my hair. “Guess I got more excited about this whole idea than I thought I would. Or maybe it’s because I was thinking ahead to you remembering this for the next six months.”

“What?! Six months?” I exclaimed.

“Well, did I not tell you beforehand that it would be quite a while? A month or two is nothing for you these days, so when I’m thinking long-term…” She paused. “Anyway, let’s see what happens, shall we?

She swung her leg over me and slid off the bed. Grabbing a towel from the nightstand, she wiped my face, then cleaned my cock and balls. Picking up the CB3000 cage, after applying some lube, wrestling it into place, and enduring several sharp pinches of tender flesh, she managed to secure it onto me. She passed her lock through the center pin and looked up at me.

“This is my favorite part,” she said as she clicked it shut. Then she crawled back onto the bed and released the restraints. We lay there snuggling for a while, my arms wrapped around her. “I know you don’t like knowing ahead of time,” she said, “but I think when I finally unlock you, you can expect to do this again.”

More of my attempts at erotica can be found on my Stories page.