Blue Balls - A Love StorySubmitted by: By James Pendergrass (www.jamespendergrass.com)
Amber Wolcott wasn't your typical cheerleader, which didn't mean she wasn't pretty. No, Amber was a beautiful girl, but not in the way you might expect a cheerleader to be. She wasn't tall, slender, or blond. She didn't hang with the popular crowd. She didn't hang with any particular crowd for that matter. Amber was one of the top ranked students in her junior class. This was no small feat in a town filled with wealthy, well-to-do parents. Despite her intelligence, Amber didn't gravitate toward the intellectual, book-wormy clique, nor did she outright avoid them. She was one of those rare girls who boys secretly adored and girls of all type grudgingly respected. Even the three senior cheerleaders that made up the most popular clique of hotties in high school thought Amber was the shit. Although she was a year behind them, they respected her, and constantly sought out her views on fashion, men, and celebrity gossip.
Physically, Amber was compact, only five feet three inches tall. She had brown hair and big brown eyes. Not thin, and certainly not fat, Amber had a lovely rounded buttocks, the type of lush lower body curves that exist almost exclusively amongst the teenage set. Amber was a virgin and proud of it. In fact, she was somewhat of a prude, although she'd managed to avoid being labeled as such, thanks to her quirky personality and overall feminine mystique. All the boys had to agree that she had to be without question a fantastic lay, though the ones who said they'd had her were quickly branded as liars. Most boys agreed Amber had the best ass in all of school. It was plump in a way that said POW! It could raise the dusty dick of an 85-year-old man, let alone a horny teenage boy.
Like most young women, Amber thought about sex often. But she hadn't met a boy worthy of her affection and was unwilling to rush into something that wasn't right for her. As the only child of a liberal family, Amber's mom had been very candid with Amber as she grew up. She gave her a number of books to read on the male psyche and anatomy. Amber carefully studied diagrams of the penis and scrotum, and was quite fascinated. She was especially interested in the idea of blue balls and how she could best utilize a boy's hard-wired need to ejaculate to her advantage. As Amber's self confidence grew throughout high school, so did her desire to tease cock. She began to obsess over the idea of teasing and controlling boys by controlling the fascinating appendage that hung down between their legs. As she blossomed into a sexy young woman, she wanted to find a male subject that was truly worthy of being conquered by her. But there was a caveat: she wanted to do it in a loving fashion. It had to come from love. She had no interest in harming an innocent boy. Amber sought a willing male participant for what she had in mind.
In terms of a potential boyfriend, Amber had a number of highly stringent requirements. The boy had to be physically robust. It was a must! After all, what was the point of gaining control over something feeble and unimpressive? The boy had to be good looking, and popular. He couldn't be a pushover - that wouldn't be any fun - but he had to be deeply respectful of women. Otherwise it would be too big of a hassle. Amber made a list of boys that would be worthy targets. It was a very short list. Only three names in the entire school, all of them seniors, fit her requirements. One of the three boys in particular was the ultimate prize. She put a big star next to the boy's name.
Steve Philmore was the one of the stars of the high school football team. The rugged running back stood six feet two inches tall and weighed a solid 210 pounds. This made him 100 pounds heavier than Amber. As one would expect, he was very popular in his school. He wasn't a great student by any means, but he wasn't an idiot either. He was a senior and would be headed to the decent state university. He liked to drink beer, hit on the popular chicks, and play sports. Despite having all the attributes of a dumb jock, Steve had the reputation of being kind-hearted. He might have been cocky, but he never picked on students not as popular or as physically gifted as he was.
Steve had a secret. He absolutely adored Amber. This presented some problems for him because a girl like Amber didn't fit his image. For one, she was only a junior. And for two, she wasn't that popular. Steve found this ironic since Amber's name always came up when the football team talked about who they would most like to fuck. The guys would always mention the usual suspects. Then one would inevitably say, "What about Amber Wolcott?" A bunch of guys would nod their heads and say, "Yeah I want me a piece of that," or "I'll bet she's a great fuck," or "That ass is perfect!" Steve would never say a word. He didn't want anyone to know his feelings for Amber. Not only did he adore her ass. He thought she had a perfect "frontal region" as well and he had an eye for that sort of thing. As a result, Steve spent a lot of time figuring out how he might be able to get into Amber's panties without anyone else finding out.
Since Steve was in regular classes and Amber was in advanced placement classes the two rarely crossed paths. Steve usually traveled around the school with a posse of fellow football players and hangers on. Friday morning in late October was a rare exception to the rule. Steve arrived late into school because he had a doctor's appointment that particular morning. As he slammed the door of his SUV, he looked over and spied a sexy looking girl closing the door of her Mazda. She was wearing jeans, and he took a moment to admire her pert ass. Steve tended to like tall, thin girls, but this girl's plump little bottom filled her designer jeans so perfectly. She whirled and Steve's heart skipped a beat. Of course! It could only be Amber.
"Oh, Hey Amber!" Steve said. Normally he didn't get nervous around girls, but there was just something about Amber. They were distant acquaintances, thanks to their respective positions on the football and cheerleading teams.
What was it about that voice? Steve wondered. It was just so feminine, so right. Amber might have been a junior, but she carried herself in a more womanly fashion than just about anyone in school. Steve tried to keep his eyes from drifting down and staring at her crotch. It was difficult.
Amber smiled up at him. "Nice game the other day. What was up with that fumble though?"
Steve couldn't believe she would have the confidence to bother him about the fumble.
"Yeah I really fucked that one up," he said.
"Yeah, you still ran your butt off. Why are you late to school anyhow?" she asked.
"Oh, doctor's appointment," he said.
"Everything check out ok?" Amber asked, eyes drifting almost imperceptibly down to Steve's midsection.
"Oh, yeah," he said, blushing.
"Everything?" she smiled devilishly.
"Yes, everything Amber," Steve said with a knowing grin. Then, Steve decided to pounce. "Hey Amber, what are you doing tonight? Want to get a burger at the mall?"
"Don't you have some hottie to hook up with?" she joked.
"No, c'mon, it'll be our little secret," he winked.
It was on! Steve arranged to pick her up at seven. He walked with Amber to class and hoped she didn't notice the throbbing in his pants. Just being around Amber got him excited. She smelled so good. She carried herself like a woman. He couldn't help but glance down at that little hump nestled at the intersection of her thighs. It looked so juicy and so ripe! So she wasn't part of the "in group." Steve didn't give a shit. She had a serious body on her. And a mind too.
Amber smiled knowingly as she chatted up Steve. She held her books up against her breasts and felt totally comfortable. Maybe she was supposed to be nervous with Mr. Popularity himself asking her out, but she felt at complete ease. It didn't hurt when she snuck a peak at Steve's crotch and see a telltale bulge. She had suspected in the past that maybe, just maybe Steve had a thing for her. This confirmed it.
They said their goodbyes and Amber went off to the ladies room. She smiled at herself in the mirror as she pulled a folded slip of paper from her handbag. It was the list of boys she had chosen as possible worthy males. Her eyes focused on the boy with a star next to his name. It was Steve Philmore, the strapping running back on the boys football team.
That evening, Amber wore a snug white cotton dress. She put her hair back into a ponytail and applied a sensible amount of makeup, focusing on her big penetrating eyes. She wore a light lip-gloss and a hint of perfume. The dress was cut fairly high, just above the knees, so she made sure to shave her legs thoroughly. She wore designer flip flops and painted her toe nails purple, which was her favorite color as well as the color she intended Steve's manhood to adopt for the entire evening.
Steve was blown away when he saw Amber. Normally full of confidence, he felt nervous around her. She dressed casually for their date but everything was in its right place. Amber was so fashionable, so well put together. It occurred to Steve how much more sophisticated she was than any other girl he'd dated. Yet she still had such a youthful, girlish appearance.
Conversation at dinner was a challenge for Steve. Amber had a casual manner and, although she was better informed than Steve on almost any topic, she didn't go out of her way to make him feel dumb. Steve began to feel more comfortable. He also found himself agreeing with Amber on almost every subject. Normally Steve was the aggressor with women, but he found himself holding back with Amber. He felt intimidated, and more turned on than he'd ever been on a first date.
At some point, the conversation turned to palm reading of all subjects. Amber asked Steve to give her his large hand. She took her finger and began tracing it around the different grooves in his hand, explaining what each line meant. Steve's cock felt like it was going to poke a hole in his pants. She had such a delicate, confident way of touching him.
"Whats-a-matter?" she said, noticing. "You seem, like, out of breath."
"It's nothing," he sputtered. And she went back to tracing his hand and driving him nuts.
Later as they walked around the mall, they talked about football. Steve told Amber how he was going to rush for over 150 yards in this Saturday's game. Amber looked up at him with those big eyes and said, "only 150? Don't you want to do better than that for me?"
"Well, yeah, how about 200, but it's my final offer," Steve quipped.
"Atta boy," Amber said and she gave Steve a playful pat on his behind. He never in his wildest imagination would have allowed a girl to do that, but Amber was different.
Amber casually put out her hand and gave Steve a look of expectation. Steve thought it was odd on a first date, but he proudly held her hand as they walked around. Steve imagined he was the envy of every red-blooded male in the entire mall. Later, when they stopped at a women's shoe store, she asked Steve to help him put shoes on. Steve hesitated.
"Come on," she said laughing. "Be a gentleman and help a lady out." She straightened a leg out and practically put one of her tiny feet in Steve's face. He found himself on his knee, sliding Amber's heels on. He looked up and suddenly had a marvelous view up Amber's skirt. He saw a flash of pink lace between her legs and nearly lost it.
"Are you looking up my skirt?" asked Amber, laughing, and squeezing her legs together.
"No, of course not," he said. Then he smiled, "Ok, maybe a little bit. But where else am I supposed to look?"
Amber stuck her foot out and before he could react, she ever so gently tapped his crotch with the foot, the tip of her shoe making solid contact with the tip of his penis. "No peaking, Stevie," she said with a smile. Steve thought he was going to lose it on the spot.
"Oh, sorry," he said.
"It's ok," said Amber. "I know you can't help yourself."
Amber felt a sheer thrill as she felt her shoe make unmistakable contact with Steve's penis. It was a brazen gesture on her part, but her intuition told her it was the perfect move for the moment.
The exchange was still buzzing inside Steve's head as they headed back to his car. He had begun to notice a dull persistent pain in his groin. Amber had been driving him so crazy that he was starting to get a bad case of blue balls. His emotions were going in a million different directions. A part of Steve felt used and frustrated by Amber. But another part of him felt totally enchanted by her. It became clear to him that Amber knew exactly what she was up to. He vowed to be patient and play along. Play through the pain, Steve-o, he said to himself.
Amber knew that Steve was well aware he was being teased. And to her that was just fine. Things were going just perfectly. She was having a great time. She could sense Steve's cognitive dissonance and it gave her great pleasure. In fact, she felt the tiniest trickle of moisture between her thighs. Of course, being turned on felt wonderful to her; it didn't incur the pain that a boy like Steve must feel and she was grateful for that. She sure was glad to be a young woman and not have to deal with such uncomfortable organs between her legs.
When they arrived back in Steve's SUV, he decided it was time to make his move. He leaned across the seat with the intention of kissing her on the mouth, but before he could she pushed him away.
"Whoa, settle down big boy," she said. "This is just a first date. Do you take me for a slut or something?"
"Oh, what's the big deal Amber?" said Steve. "You've been teasing me all afternoon. Don't you want me?"
"I think you'd better take me home," said Amber. "You've got the wrong girl."
Steve drove home sullenly, and when they got in front of her house, Amber wordlessly got out of the car. "I'm sorry, Amber," he said, but she ignored him. He watched her walk down the path away from him, that perfect ass swinging seductively.
That night, Steve burned for Amber. As soon as he got home, he raced upstairs and masturbated. He had to relieve the tremendous pressure that had built up in his balls. He couldn't stop thinking of her tracing his palm with her little finger, and sticking her little foot gently between his legs. It took him no time at all to come. The quantity of his load was tremendous. It just kept coming and coming. Amber had kept him so pent up that his big balls had been aching to rid themselves of a heavy load.
Two days later, the cheerleaders had a big pep rally in the gym. The football team was there to accept all the accolades. They were facing their big rivals the following day.
Steve couldn't help but fixate on Amber. She looked so damn cute in her little cheerleader outfit. That little skirt provided him with a great view of her legs. The cheerleaders all wore white tights, and each time Amber kicked up her little leg, Steve got a wonderful view of that lower body that he coveted so dearly.
At the conclusion of the rally, he caught up to Amber in the parking lot. She turned as though she was expecting him. "Are you stalking me, Steve?" she asked pretending to be serious.
"Well, no, of course not!" he said.
"I know," said Amber. "I was only fucking with you. What's up?"
"Well, I wanted to apologize for the other night, Amber. You just don't know what you do to me. Or maybe you do," he said. "I couldn't help myself."
Amber had been prepared for this. She knew that if she wanted to earn Steve's respect she had to play hard-to-get. Boys like Steve loved that.
"Look, it's ok," said Amber. "I'm just not sure I'm the right girl for you, Steve," she said. "I'm not going to fawn over you just because you're the big football star. If you're looking for a slut, you need to look elsewhere," she said very sincerely and not unkindly.
"I know you aren't too impressed with me," said Steve with great sincerity. "And I love- I mean I like it. I like the way you handle me," he said with remarkable honesty.
Amber felt like she was going to melt on the spot, but she kept her composure. "You mean, you actually LIKE being teased like that?" she smiled, and turned her pretty head at an angle
"Well, it hurts, if you know what I mean," he said. "But hurts in a good way."
"I think I know EXACTLY what you mean," said Amber, glancing down at Steve's crotch again with a big grin. "So you're ok with me teasing you down there even if you don't get what you want out of it?"
"Yes," Steve said rapidly. "I just like being around you, making you happy."
"I thought you did," said Amber. "Well, I forgive you for your behavior the other night. You just got confused. How would you like to get together tonight and let me tease you some more?"
"Ok," said Steve, his breath coming in short quick gasps.
"Here's the thing," said Amber. "Tomorrow is your football game, and I don't think it will be good for you to lose energy. Do you think you can control yourself if I tease you tonight?"
"I think so."
"You know what I mean, don't you?" said Amber. Then before he could reply, she spelled it out for him. "No ejaculations tonight." In fact, if we see each other, I don't want you bothering me about it at all. I enjoy keeping you pent up. If you bug me about it, we'll be finished."
"That's cool," he said.
"But I have to tell you something," she said leveling with him. "I intend to get you as excited as possible. Consider it our little game," she smirked and fixated her eyes on him waiting for him to accept her terms.
"Alright," he said.
"Good boy. And one more thing. No touching me without my permission. Got it?"
"I guess, but you're so damn adorable that's going to be tough," he said.
"Well thank you, but if you feel that way then you'll respect my wishes."
Steve couldn't believe what he was agreeing to. He had a strange feeling that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Why should he allow her to string him along so openly like this? He had no idea, but the idea was oddly appealing to him. She was so wonderfully authoritative. He had never been this excited to spend time with a girl before.
Amber's parents were traveling that night, so she had Steve over for a movie. Before he arrived, she changed into a pair of tight-fitting pink sweatpants and a white cotton t-shirt. Steve marveled at her diabolical curves. They made some popcorn and prepared sat in front of the TV.
"You look awfully happy to be here," said Amber, glancing down again at Steve's tented crotch area.
"That's for sure," Steve said, blushing fiercely.
"Let's stop with all pretense then? Take your pants and underpants off," suggested Amber. "Won't you feel more comfortable?"
"Yes, I think so," said Steve excitedly.
Steve pulled removed his pants and underpants as Amber watched. Out of respect for Amber, he kept his back to her and prepared to get under the covers to keep some modesty.
"Wait," said Amber. "Come stand in front of me, you big stud. I want to see it." She folded her legs Indian-style on the couch and pointed to the spot in front of her.
Steve turned and approached the girl he couldn't get enough of. He knew he was pretty well endowed and like most virile young men, he was proud of his assets. He quivered with excitement. There was something so erotic about what was happening.
"Wow," said Amber, admiring his shaft, which stood at full attention and pointed at the ceiling. She had seen many erect penises in books, on the Internet and in videos, but it was nice to see one in person.
"You have a beautiful penis, Steve," Amber said. "Come closer. I want to inspect you."
"Thank you," he mumbled, his mind swimming. He felt as though Amber had him under some kind of spell. He wanted her so bad, but mostly he just wanted to be with her. He wondered if he was in love. He was pretty sure he was.
Amber appraised Steve's penis and scrotum. She felt absolutely triumphant having the most popular, hottest stud in the entire school standing in front of her naked, while she retained her dignity in casual clothing. His shaft was magnificent. It had to be over eight inches long. It was circumcised and the head was shades of pink and purple. The tip glistened with a drop of pre-cum. Steve was clearly captivated by her. She reached out and weighed his balls in her fingers. They were heavy. She pulled them very gently away from his body. This caused his stiff cock to point directly at her. She looked up at him and noticed the far-away look in his eyes. Better release him before he loses control, she thought. He sighed deeply as she let go of him.
Amber smiled knowingly. "Sit," she said. Steve sat next to her and she turned and leaned against the side of the couch. She draped her feet over his lap. "Why don't you use those big strong hands of those to massage my feet, Steve? I'm tired after my cheerleading practice."
Steve looked down at her lap, laid out on the couch. Her pussy was so beautifully defined in her tight sweatpants. He felt himself salivate with desire as he looking longingly at it.
Amber lifted her foot and gave Steve's hard-on a gentle backhanded kick. Not enough to cause Steve any pain, just enough to get his mind on his business. "Wake up, Steve. I told you to focus on my feet. Listen to me when I tell you to do something."
Steve took his eyes away from her sweet biscuit and reached out to take her foot in his hands. "Yes Amber," he said, practically in a hypnotic state.
Amber laughed. "That's better. Oh, that feels good. That's it. Use those big strong hands. Good boy." Amber hoped her panties would hold the moisture she felt trickling from her vagina. She took a deep breath and urged herself to show control, the type of control that made her a woman and not a man ruled by animalistic desires.
Once the massage was over, Amber had Steve start the movie. Then she sat next to him and began rubbing his thigh. She ran her hand up and down the inside of his thigh. Steve moaned and spread his legs. This enabled Amber to rub all the way up to the point where her thigh met his crotch. As she did, the back of her fingers made the lightest contact with Steve's tight balls. She ran her hand up and down for a minute or so. The pace of Steve's breathing increased.
As Amber rubbed his inner thigh, Steve felt a tingling in his chest he had never felt before in all of his sexual relations. The pleasure was almost overwhelming to him. Despite the fact that she was barely touching his balls, he felt the beginnings of an incredibly intense orgasm.
Suddenly Amber stopped and took her hand away. "You have a game tomorrow, Stevie. I think you need to cool off. There's an ice pack in the freezer. If you have a good game, maybe things will be different tomorrow night. Ok?" She gave him a big smile. This was fun!
Steve was once again disappointed, but he knew better than to defy her. "I've never felt anything like that," he said catching his breath.
"Isn't this fun?" Amanda said, and then she began stroking his chest hairs, working him back into a lather.
"Say 'yes ma'am,'" she said, now tweaking his nipple.
"Yes ma'am," he said.
"Good boy," she laughed. "Now go get the ice pack and bring it back here. I want to watch you ice it down."
The next day Steve had his best game ever as a high schooler. He carried the ball 27 times for 216 yards. His team pulled out a thrilling 34-31 win, and Steve was the hero. After the game, Amber gave him a big hug. They were becoming less of a secret and Steve didn't care. He picked her up and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. Amber felt his power as he lifted her off the ground. And to think how easily I'm able to control him with nothing more than the little gap between my legs, she thought.
After the game, a bunch of the boys wanted to go party, but Steve couldn't go.
"What the fuck?" said Ed the QB.
"It's Amber Walcott," said the outside linebacker. "That chick has got him by the balls."
If only you knew, thought Steve.
That night, Steve found himself back at Amber's. Like before, he was exposed on the couch, only this time Amber had him strip completely naked. She wore a little skirt and a t-shirt.
She spent nearly an hour stroking his inner thigh and driving him nearly insane. Occasionally she tickled his balls and ran her fingers lightly up and down his stiff shaft. Steve's penis leaked a tremendous amount of clear fluid. She used the pre-cum as a lubricant and ran it up and down his shaft. When it looked like he was going over the edge, she would stop and stroke his chest hair.
Although he was frustrated, Steve experienced incredibly intense pleasure. He felt happy. Amber was clearly enjoying herself, and he felt fortunate to be able to entertain such a beautiful, intelligent girl.
"Such a good, obedient boy," Amber mused, breaking a long stretch of silent teasing.
"How would you like to please me?" asked Amber quite suddenly.
"What do you mean?" gasped Steve.
"Lie down on the floor, face up," said Amber.
Steve did as he was told. Amber pulled up her skirt and folded it neatly above her waist. She wasn't wearing panties. There it was, as beautiful as Steve had imagined. Her pubic hair was trimmed very neatly into a perfect triangle. Her pussy was glistening. Steve was crazy with desire. She crouched down over his face until her pussy was a few inches away from his mouth.
"Kiss it," she said.
Steve picked up his head and began kissing Amber's wet vagina.
"Use your tongue," Amber said, breathing heavier. "Worship me."
As instructed, Steve tongued Amber's vagina in a way he had never worshipped a girl's pussy in his entire life. He thrust his tongue deep inside her. He sucked and licked and kissed her until his mouth and especially his tongue was numb.
Amber must have had ten orgasms. She lost count. Once she felt comfortable, she grinded her crotch down on Steve's mouth with some serious force. She became a wild woman. Amber coated Steve's face with copious amounts of her love juice. Finally, she had enough.
She stood and pulled her skirt back down.
"Go wash your face. I'll meet you in the bathroom."
Steve walked off to the bathroom. His dick was still hard as a rock. If anything, it was harder than it had been. He felt the taste of Amanda's vaginal juices deep in his throat and inside his nasal passage. He smiled at the mirror and saw that he had pubic hairs stuck in his teeth. He felt so used by her, and he loved it.
Amber came up behind him. She had this incredibly confident manner about her that Steve couldn't get enough of. With one hand, she reached between his legs from behind and pulled down his balls. With the other hand, she reached around his hip and took firm hold of his penis.
"I want you to come for me like a stallion," she whispered in his ear.
Amber must have lubed up her hands before she came in, because Steve could feel the wonderful slickness as she stroked him. With some tugging and prodding, she pulled him over to the toilet and instructed him to lean forward and put his hands on the back of the toilet.
Steven shivered as she pumped him. She had a very slow, very precise style. Her little thumb was tucked perfectly under his shaft and the feeling was amazing. He could feel something come over his body. An orgasm built up inside him the likes of which he had never experienced. It built from his loins but it took over his entire being. His nipples and his asshole and his toes all buzzed simultaneously. Amber's strokes became longer and faster. With her other hand, she tickled his balls.
Steve broke down. He made a noise that sounded something like "Nnnnnngchhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaachhhhhhh." Then he began crying out. The sperm sprayed out like an out-of-control fire hose. Amber had been pointing for the toilet, but she decided to let him spurt wildly. Make it as memorable as possible for him, she thought to herself. Semen flew everywhere. It splattered on the wall, the floor and the back of the toilet. Steve felt his knees give way, and he crumbled to the floor. Amber went down to the floor with him and continued to pump away until she was sure every drop had been milked from her big stud.
The two sat on the floor and just stared at each other. Steve took Amber in her arms and she allowed him to hold her.
After that, they became a big item at school. Of course, nobody knew what went on behind closed doors. Most of the time, Amber kept Steve incredibly pent up and did not allow him to orgasm. Steve struggled mightily, but he got used to it. After he fumbled the ball in a key late season game, Amber gave him the worst blue balls of his life that night. "You know I'm going to have to deny you, right?" was how she put it.
"Yes, I understand," said Steve.
After a tough football game in mid November, in which Steve rushed for 104 tough yards against the best defense in the league, Amber had him over to her place that night. Steve's buddies all wanted to go out boozing but Steve was in no position to say no to his new girlfriend.
"I want to play a game," said Amber, as Steve sat naked next to her on the couch. Amber, for her part, was only wearing a bra and a slinky, lacy slip that barely covered her midsection. She flipped it up briefly to show Steve that she was wearing nothing beneath the little slip. The sight of Amber's vadge drove Steve crazy with desire. He could feel himself salivate involuntarily at the site of it.
"You just had a good game. But remember, my needs come first. She opened a bag that she'd brought downstairs. Inside were handcuffs.
"Now, Steve, I want to play a wrestling game with you. But face it. You're so much bigger and stronger than me that I deserve a few advantages. Put your hands behind your back."
Steve was a bit hesitant. "I don't know, Amber," he said.
"Steve, this is about trust," Amber said. "You have to trust that I won't hurt you, and I know what's best for you." She stuck her finger out and began to tickle the underside of Steve's stiff penis. "Put your hands behind your back."
Steve felt his resistance melt away as Amber fondled him. Once she had his hands secured, she said. "Now, let's wrestle. If you win, I'll give you the best orgasm of your life. If I win, well, I think you can figure it out.
The two tumbled on the floor. Steve sat on the floor and tried to protect himself with his legs. He figured if he could get Amber in some kind of leg lock, he might be able to get her to submit. She was quick and agile though. He couldn't help but admire her as she circled him and tried to find a way in. She had a big smile on her face. Her scent was a distraction to Steve. Why did she always smell so fucking good?
Amber felt that it was necessary for her to establish her physical dominance over Steve. That was the entire point of this exercise. She wanted to get a little bit rough with him to help reinforce her point. He might not like the results, but he would learn to appreciate his place.
With that, she moved forward and went in for the kill. Steve was ready though. He stuck out his foot and planted it into her navel, just above her pubes. Amber stumbled backwards and fell on her ass.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Steve said, worried that he'd hurt the woman he couldn't get enough of.
Amber stood and clutched her stomach, pretending as though she was hurt. Then, without warning, she stepped forward with surprising quickness and planted her foot in Steve's open groin. Steve felt her little foot pin his balls against his groin and the breath left his lungs. He crumpled into a ball. Amber stuck her knee into his ribcage and pushed him onto his back. She slid her butt up on top of his chest and then wrapped her legs around his neck, turning him onto his side.
Steve was caught up in her feminine beauty. He could have fought harder but what was the point? He suddenly had an incredible view of Amber's sweet gash. Then he smelled it. With that, he felt his will to resist slipping away from him. Amber had her thighs up around his neck. She slid up onto Steve's chin and grinded against him. Feeling him yielding to her feminine power, she stood and looked down upon him triumphantly.
Then, she turned so she was facing his feet and lowered herself regally onto his face. She positioned her ass very carefully so that Steve's nose would be forced deep inside her crevice.
"Smell," she said.
She felt Steve take a deep breath.
"Good boy." She leaned forward so that her vagina now forced its way onto Steve's mouth. Then she gathered his balls gently into her hand and grabbed his penis with the other.
"Well? What are you waiting for?"
Steven sucked her pussy as instructed, while she held his penis and balls. She let him work on her until she was completely satisfied. Then, with one final hip gyration, she wiped herself off on his face.
She stood. "I suppose you want to orgasm now," she said, looking down at Steve, his red face glistening with her juices.
"Yes, please," he said.
Amber loved how polite he was. But she had a point to make. "Steve, do you trust that I know what's best for you?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
"Then you'll have to trust my decision to deny you right now, ok?"
Steve felt some rage within, but he also felt more turned on then he ever had in his life. He really believed Amber knew best. Plus, something just felt so right about obeying her. He could feel his sexual energy just radiating throughout his body.
"Ok, Amber," he said. "Your wish is my command."
"Good boy," she said, hands on hips, legs spread, her satiated cunt mocking him from above. "Go get the ice and I'll help you cool off."
When he returned, she sat him on the couch and iced him until he was flaccid. "I think your training is going really well," she said. "How does it feel to sacrifice your needs for my pleasure?" she asked.
"It feels great," he said. "I can't believe how good it feels."
"Good, because I love having so much power over a big stud like you," she smiled, patting him on the head. "And I won't let anything bad ever happen to you, sweetie."
Steven knew that he was being dominated, but for some reason it made him feel incredibly safe and secure.
With that, Amber knew she had established her supremacy over Steve. Now it was time to take one final step to help galvanize their relationship once and for all. The time had come for her to stamp home her authority.
On a Friday in December, Amber's parents were home so the two of them drove out to a hidden spot in an abandoned wooded area outside of town. They met there from time to time. As was their custom, Steve lowered his pants so that Amber could handle him as she wished. It was then that Amber pulled the device out of her pocketbook.
"What is it?" asked Steve.
"It's a harness for your penis and balls," said Amber very matter-of-factly. "I think you'll find it quite exciting," she said, smiling at him.
"I don't know, Amber," was all Steve could come up with.
"Relax," she said flashing him a knowing smile. "Don't you trust that I know what's right for you?"
"Yes, ma'am," Steve said, feeling a quiver of pleasure. He loved when she talked to him that way.
"That's the type of obedience I like to see." She smiled again and gave his scrotum a playful little pinch. She held the loose skin between her thumb and forefinger and tugged on it gently. When she knew she had his undivided attention, she spoke: "Now, this harness will give me complete control over your penis, which I think we both agree is a good thing. It's designed to prevent you from masturbating without my supervision. Here, let me put it on for you."
Steve wanted to resist, but once she started attaching it to his most sensitive organ, he could only sit back and watch. Amber was having difficulty though.
"The thing about this device is that it prevents you from achieving a full erection. But I cant put it on until the penis is flaccid. Good thing I thought ahead and brought an ice pack." She pulled the device away and placed the ice on Steve's groin. "Let me know when you've cooled off a bit," she chuckled.
Steve thought about what was to take place. Suddenly he felt very fearful. "Amber, I don't know if I'm ready for this."
Amber gave him a hurt look. "So, I guess being able to masturbate is more important to you than our relationship? Huh."
Steve frowned. She made an excellent point. "Well, maybe I'll just try it out I guess."
"Good boy," Amber smiled. "This device will teach you to think more with your big head, than your little one," she joked.
Why did he like it when she belittled him like that? It was a great mystery to Steve. "Ok Amber, I think I'm ready," he said after a few minutes.
Amber pulled the ice away and Steve was flaccid. "Good. I'd better work fast though. I know how my big stud can be so excitable."
Amber attached the harness with the clinical precision of a doctor. It snapped shut around the base of his cock and balls with a note of finality. Amber had clearly purchased a serious piece of hardware. "That ought to take care of you," smiled Amber.
Steven found that it fit quite comfortably. He started to get excited at the prospect of Amber controlling him like this. Then he felt a sharp pain as his penis failed to expand to its full eight inches. He made a sour face. "Aw, Amber, it hurts," he said.
"That's ok," she said. "It's supposed to do that when your erections get out of hand." She rubbed his stomach. "It's ok, Stevie, you'll get used to it."
"I don't know, Amber," he said.
"I think it's time you start calling me Miss Amber, Steve. Or I suppose ma'am is fine as well." She continued rubbing his stomach.
"Ooof, Am- Miss Amber, I don't know," he said again, feeling the pain in his penis as it tried to gain erection but was rudely denied by Ambers harness. He felt conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he hated not having the opportunity to play with himself when he wanted to, but on the other hand he found it incredibly erotic what Amber had done to him. He felt so outsmarted, so used, and it was such a turn on!
"Face it, Steven," she said, getting down to business. "You need training and discipline. Track is coming up. And baseball season soon after. By controlling your masturbatory habits, I'm going to make you a much more focused athlete," she smiled again.
"But when do I get to take it off?"
"Don't worry about that," she said. "I will make that decision, since I'm now in charge of your penis." She dangled a key off her little pinkie finger and smiled. "Face it, Steve," she said. "I've got you wrapped around my little pinkie finger. But look, if you really want, I can give you the key back and I can take you home?" She raised her eyebrows. Inside, Amber was praying she hadn't gone too far.
"No," Steve said in a defeated tone. "I love you, Miss Amber. And I know that you know what's best for me."
Amber felt like she was going to explode with happiness. Victory was hers. He had seen the light. No need to hold back now. "I love you too, Steven," she said, tucking her fingers underneath his chin and kissing him on the cheek. "Now do you notice how even though you are much bigger and stronger than me, not to mention older, you are accepting me as your superior?"
"Yes Miss Amber."
"And you realize that since I have complete control of your penis, I have a tremendous amount of power over you?"
Steve took a deep breath as the realization of her words hit him. "Yes Miss Amber."
"Excellent," she said, releasing his chin. "Now there are a couple of features that give me additional control over you. Besides being able to control your orgasms, I have a remote control that enables me to deliver a small electric shock to your scrotum, or to the underside of your penis. Let me demonstrate."
Amber pulled a small rectangular device from her purse and hit a button. Steve felt a sharp wave of pain in his balls and immediately doubled over. "That's the pain feature," said Amber. She clicked another button and Steve felt an exquisite jolt of pleasure in his dick. This was followed by pain as his penis attempted to expand but was stopped by the belt.
"Ha ha, you see that will cause you some initial pleasure, followed by pain," Amber said. "That will enable me to easily tease you with the simple press of a button. Isn't that great?"
"I don't know," said Steven, again confused.
"That wasnt the answer I was looking for." Amber laughed and pressed the pain feature. Steve again doubled over. "Look, Steven," she said. "We both know that you enjoy being dominated by me, right?" she smiled again.
"Yes Miss Amber."
"Good. I might use the remote from time to time as a way of reinforcing my superiority as the need arises. We're still in your training phase. I expect you to make mistakes, but these mistakes need to be corrected. The remote control makes it easy and convenient for me. I can literally discipline you with my little pinkie finger. She held her pinkie over the punishment button, and Steve winced as he prepared for the jolt, but Amber had made her point. She placed the remote back in her purse. "Now lie back in your seat. All this talk has got me horny."
"When will I get to come, Miss Amber?"
"Assuming you please me, let's shoot for one week. But I have to warn you not to nag me when you are feeling horny. Begging will only lead to further orgasm denial."
With that, Amber stepped across the car and squatted down on Steve's face. She rode him hard and fast until she was totally satisfied.
When he drove her home, she made a point of telling her how nice it felt to be able to come when she felt like it. Steve could only smile when he thought of how devious she was. Then the pain of his blue balls surged in his lower stomach, and he again had doubts that he was doing the right thing.
The next week was incredibly difficult for Steve. Amber was busy with exams and didn't pay Steve too much attention.
When the week was up, they went back to their spot in the woods where Amber unlocked Steve. She sat in the driver's seat and made him stand on the ground next to the track with his back to her.
"Spread your legs," she ordered.
Just as she did in the bathroom, she reached around him with her left hand and gripped his penis. With her right hand she reached between his legs and grabbed his balls.
"Wow, your balls are full, just the way I like them. This shouldn't take long."
Steve could only grunt.
Amber proceeded to bring him to an earth-shattering orgasm with a few flicks of her wrist. "That's it, shoot it all out for me. She felt him convulse with pleasure. Oh, my little football player likes it!
"Y-ohhhhhgggggchhhh. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!" was Steve's reply.
It occurred to her as he exploded that she'd turned the star football player into her willing lapdog. The powers of the vagina could not be understated. When his spasms subsided, and his erection deflated, she made him turn around and face her so she could lock him back in his harness. Then she ordered him to his knees. "Kiss my feet as a thank you for allowing you to orgasm."
Without a word, Steve got down and worshipped the young woman who now controlled him.
"Good boy. You're learning. Your next orgasm will be in a week."
"Miss Amber, I don't know if I can take it. It's really hard."
"No it's not," she said, laughing at her own joke. Then, realizing that Steve was generally concerned, she patted him on the head. "Look, if you are experiencing severe pain, stick a finger up your asshole and stimulate your prostate gland," she said. "It won't bring you much sexual pleasure, but you will relieve some of the pressure in your balls while you fuck yourself," she laughed. Steve's face turned bright red. He felt so humiliated. Then he felt his penis begin to strain against the harness and it occurred to him how much he loved it when she ragged on him like that.
After five days, Steve was desperate. He wasnt used to such infrequent sexual activity. At lunch, he was in agony. It didn't help that Amber was wearing a cute plaid skirt.
"Miss Amber, I'm sorry to bother you, but my balls are killing me. Any chance we could move things up?"
"Hold on," Amber said, as she sipped a milkshake. She reached into her pocketbook and suddenly Steve felt a jolt in his scrotum. His legs pinched together in pain and his hands instinctively went to his crotch.
"Does that answer your question?" Amber asked, smiling.
"Sorry," he said.
"Oh, you're about to be very sorry," she said. She held the remote in front of her so he could see. "What did I tell you about bugging me for orgasms?" she said, again pressing the punishment button.
"Ugh, Sorry Miss Amber. You said not to do it!"
"Whose controls Steve's penis?" she asked, pressing the button again.
"Y-UGH! You do," he said. Despite the pain he felt, Steve found the whole thing incredibly erotic, the way Amber just toyed with him.
"Look at you," she smiled. "I think you're enjoying being punished by me."
"I am," he admitted, "but it hurts."
"It's supposed to hurt," she said pressing the punishment button again. "Otherwise you'll never learn."
"Yes! I promise I'll learn," he groaned, smiling as he felt himself submitting mentally to the new center of his life.
"You like being my penis puppet?" she said, placing her finger on the punishment button.
Steve looked at her perfectly manicured finger, ready to jolt his world again.
"Yes ma'am," he said.
"Good boy," she laughed. Then without warning, she pressed the pleasure button and Steve felt the most wonderful sensation come over him, followed by pain.
"Oh, Sorry Miss Amber," he said.
"Sorry is not going to cut it. Say 'I'm Miss Amber's faithful penis puppet."
"I'm Miss Amber's faithful penis puppet."
She pressed the pleasure button again. "That's right. Let your throbbing semi-erect penis and your aching balls be a reminder of your status," she said. "I hope for your sake you can find some ice at school," she laughed. "Is there anything else you'd like to ask me?" she said, holding the remote.
"Good," she said. She gazed deep into his eyes and pressed the pain button one last time. "That ought to fix you," she said, placing the remote back in her purse.
The waitress watched them from the other side of the room. She wondered why the boy looked so disheveled and uncomfortable each time the girl pressed the button on whatever it was she was holding. For a moment, she had a dirty thought, but she put it out of her head.
Epilogue: Today Steve and Amber are married and live happily in the burbs. Steve is on the harness full-time, which gives Amber great piece-of-mind when he's traveling for work.
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