I can’t believe it’s been almost a year since I wrote Part 1 of this story! After FINALLY get around to it, here’s Part 2. Enjoy! 😉

We set the date for today when we started this little challenge. A challenge to see how long you could go without cumming, and have me edge you every night until I put your desperate, aching cock back in its chastity cage.

You’ve loved every moment, and we both love how much more submissive you’ve become. You’ve become more affectionate, and more attentive in everyday things. Almost like I’ll let you cum early if you clean the dishes every night or give me another massage. Sure, you like doing those things anyway, but there’s more…desperation to it. Like you’re so eager to please. It’s cute. While you love to be dominant, being like this? It’s like I’m seeing you in another light.

Some nights I’ve just teased you with my hands. Others, I’ve teased you with my hands and then we’ve made love. Either way, you’ve not been allowed to cum. No matter how much I’ve massaged you, or ridden your cock until you’re so desperate you can barely form words as you beg, I have not let you cum. Other nights I’ve edged you, let you go flaccid, only to make you hard and tease you again, multiple times over, before putting you back in your cage.

I’ve told you that just because tonight is the finish of your challenge, doesn’t guarantee you’ll cum. I may decide to extend your chastity, or even ruin your orgasm. You said you were open to extending the time and asked me to have complete control when we started this. I accepted, ready for just the two weeks, but now we both accept with glee. I didn’t think controlling your orgasm would be so much fun, but now I can’t imagine not playing like this whenever we’re in the mood for it.

Your cock is thick and aching as it rests against your lower belly. You’re so desperate to be touched, to feel my fingers around you as I stroke you. Your eyes are closed and your lips parted, breathing deeply as I gently, slowly twist my hands around your cock. I’ve used an oil-based lube this time. It feels fantastic and lasts longer than our usual go-to lube. You grip the sheets and try to keep your breath steady as I slowly work your cock. Your hips flex up and back softly, working in tandem with my hands.

“Can I cum tonight?” you breathe.

“I don’t know,” I say, concentrating on massaging my thumb just below the head. You suck in a deep breath. “I like teasing you like this. I think I might extend it. How about after Christmas?”

You whine just at the thought. “Ohh, that’s so far away!“

“It’s only a month and a half.”

“That’s a long time!”

I grin as I start to stroke you a little faster. “So? What do you think about it?”

“I…” You suck in a sharp breath and scrunch your eyes shut, hips thrusting up faster, getting close…when I slow down. You groan, pushing your head back into the pillow, and a red flush creeps along your cheeks.

“Do you like it when I control you like this?”

“I love it…”

“Then be good and tell me what you want.”

“I…” You try to gather yourself, desperately trying to think straight. “I want to cum…please…. I can’t last any longer than this right now…I’ll be so good…I promise I will…”

I squeeze my thighs together. God, just hearing you beg like that. I have to fight back the urge to just straddle and fuck you right here and now, challenge be damned. I want to hear you cum. I want to feel you cum. I want to feel every drop inside me and to hear those sweet, desperate sounds you make. But I want to see it, feel you shake under my hands, grip the sheets, and watch your eyes glaze over when it feels so good, that you can barely see straight.

I love the look in your eyes when they do that. Just glaze over as the pleasure completely consumes you and you go silent, almost like you’re in a trance while you’re just barely holding off. I keep methodically pumping and twisting, slower now, as the lube slicks, a fine accompaniment to your whimpers that little by little, grow louder. That’s it…just a little bit longer…

You let out a puff of air with a low, long groan. “Pleeeeeaaassssseee…” Your hips jut frantically as you try, and fail, to control them. You look so needy with a deep flush in your cheeks. Like you’re equally embarrassed as you are turned on that you have to beg. You like it, that embarrassment, and you even asked me to degrade you a few times while we do this. Each little nickname, each utterance that I’m in charge and control you no matter what you say or do, makes your cock twitch and go rock solid in my hands.

“Please, please, please…”

“Please what, pet?” I say casually.

“Please, can I cum?”

“Awww…” I mock with a devilish little smile. “What makes you think I’m going to do that?”

Another whine. “Please, I’ve been so good -“

“No.” My voice is stern as I massage your balls in one hand, working your cock with the other. I take a deep breath, returning to my cavalier, nonchalant tone. “You have to learn orgasm control. If you keep on begging so much, I’ll gag you.”

I can’t help the grin that tugs at my lips at your whimper. You love that.

Your hips go slack, rocking softly against my hands. “I can’t last much longer!”

“Yes, you can. You can and you will.”

“Ohhhh!”

“Shhh…” I soothe with a smile. “Just breathe…” I keep going, watching as you try your best to steady your breath. It’s endearing how much you’re trying to hold back, and your head falls back again with your mouth open and your eyes sliding closed. Desperate yet blissful. There’s something almost ethereal about the way you move, the sounds you make. How beautiful you are…you look so, truly beautiful like this… and I utter those three words. Those three words that held the dam back. Until now.

“You can cum…”

You shudder, and your breath picks up in sharp, shallow pants. Your hips jerk and thrust out of your control as you finally let go, your moans building until you cry out, throwing your head back and thrusting your hips up. Thick ropes of cum spurt onto your stomach, dribbling down your cock and over my fingers as your whimper through your climax. By the time your orgasm has ravaged your body, you’re left exhausted, softly panting with your eyes closed.

I settle beside you, still gently stroking you as aftershocks jostle down your spine, and place a languid kiss on your lips. I grin, “So…was that worth the wait?”

You huff an exhausted laugh. “That was worth…that was worth waiting years.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Would you?”

“No,” he laughs. “I barely made it this long.” He kisses me, that mischievous glint flashing in your eyes again. “I might not be able to do this all the time…but I’m down for doing it again whenever you want.”

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