This is my first attempt at fiction, but since reading your website and being a fan I though it only fair to give something back.
As a young man I was a typical heartbreaker. I would find a woman of interest often for looks rather than character. Such a woman could not keep me interested for long, in fact I have never yet been dropped by any woman. The fact is I am a pretty good-looking guy, reasonably tall, with broad shoulders, a square jaw and dark olive skin. Most girls have been drawn to my eyes, or unaccountably to my hands. Until my early twenties I went out with a number of women, often for as little as a week. Always promising more but ending up bored and losing interest. Usually I would not even bother to call and say it was over. One girl I chased to the point where she broke up with a long-time boyfriend to be with me, I never even kissed her. Bored before that - even.
A real little shit. My wife laughs at my past saying that once she too was attracted by bastards such as me. Even now neither of us have changed, but she has discovered how to keep a man like myself orbiting her life for as long as she wishes. I am still unpredictable but there is one aspect of my life, which is predictable to the point of insanity.
The change happened in my early twenties. I met a new girl, without question the nicest girl I had ever been out with. Not the prettiest, but then I have seen some beautiful women (often the least amusing in bed). However she attracted looks and admiration for the combination of looks and a quiet but overwhelming sexuality. She is 5'9, with long figure, a gazelle was my first thought when I saw her naked. Her legs were long and met at wide curved hips. Her waist very small and lead to strong wide shoulders supporting small and very pert breasts. Her figure looked feminine and fragile yet robust. Her hair was dark blond hair, and her pussy was trimmed until it was almost shaved. I once spent a full evening merely teasing her nipples, which were very sensitive (particularly since she had not slept with a man at that point or over 6 months). Predictably she had pale blue eyes which were the centre of her sensual attitude. She could flirt with a look that most men and women responded to.
Maria's character was fun, adventurous, kind, but with a dark and exciting centre. Easy to love and not easy to be bored of. It took quite a while before I lost interest. Not before experiencing the best sex I had ever had. One of Maria's favourite pastimes was to lie watching television with her head in my lap, playing with me and licking me for hours. Her only regret was that after a few hours of this my ability to hold back was rather reduced. She liked receiving oral sex too, particularly when tied up and teased with my mouth and fingers. Lying open to me, penetrated in both holes by my fingers, I would suck her into my mouth and taste her pleasure flooding me. There were times when her orgasm was so intense that I came without being touched, just from giving her such an intensity of feeling during orgasm. She could enjoy this for many hours
Lust, enhanced, as I now know by my love, though at the time I did not recognise it. After a few months I began looking at other girls, and even a few men, and wondering what it would be like to experience a new partner again. I did not realise that I would never again be able to fully appreciate what I was taking for granted. Like youth it was gone before you know what you have.
The coming of the end was no surprise, I was more considerate than usual and told her face to face. I did not sleep with her afterwards as i had before. Then I was gone, leaving behind me a shell shocked girl who knew only too well why it had ended. I had taken her for granted, gotten bored and gone looking for a greener pasture. I went home and felt free, masturbated 5 times that night imagining a girl seen at a bus stop. She had a personality much like Maria, a fact I noticed even in my fantasy. As I shuddered through my last orgasm and began drifting to sleep I felt a small intimation that something strange was going to happen.
Next morning and any feelings forgotten I awoke feeling horny and refreshed. Got up, avoided touching myself as I was in a hurry and went to work. The day passed in a haze of newness and a pleasant tingle in my crotch. Over the next couple of weeks I courted a couple of girls and masturbated at least three times a day. I had not yet slept with either, though i had touched them and made them burn for wanting me. I saw Maria occasionally in passing and we smiled and chatted, she seemed happy. The third time we met was as I came out of the Gym, she gave me a tissue and as I wiped my face I fainted. I have never fainted before or since.
Lying in hospital I wondered what had happened. I was told that nothing was wrong, just too much exercise. A test had been performed by a neurosurgeon that involved a small portion of my head being shaved, that was all. I went home, grew my hair back and life carried on for a couple of weeks. In that time I remained horny and continued to see a girl, I still had not slept with her, by now she was desperate for me, and the time would come soon to take her, finally. But strangely I was finding it harder and harder to come during this time. I was still tense and buzzing with hormones, but the closer to orgasm I came the harder it was to get closer still. And the less I came the more I wanted and needed to. I was getting worried.
Two months after we broke up and nearly two weeks since I had last come Maria came to visit. She walked in wearing a flirty summer dress with tiny straps and her nipples showing. Her hair was down and she wore no bra. I had a feeling she wore no panties either. I immediately became hard, and I decided that i was going to sleep with her right there. She smiled at my reaction and then acted as if nothing had happened. But she sat upright, pushed her chest out and acted to all intents and purposes as if she was displaying herself to me as a desirable and untouchable woman.
Suddenly she asked if I wanted to sleep with her, then asked how long it had been since I last slept with a girl. How long since I had last touched myself, and when I had come. I was getting edgy and began to lie, saying I had come last night. Ha.. She looked directly at me, called me a liar and told me that I had not come in two weeks. In fact, I would not come again for at least another two weeks. And that I was no longer master of my own body. She said this as she began touching herself through her dress, pushing the material deep into her crack and inviting me to take over. Despite the fear her words had provoked (how did she know, and was she bluffing) I moved over and kissed her. She merely pushed my head down and began to ride my face to orgasm. As I licked she used her bare foot, with her painted toes, to masturbate me through my pants. Finally after two orgasms she pulled me up and began to unbutton my pants. She then lay beside me, pushed her breast into my mouth and began a slow masturbation, all the while talking.
Do I feel good, do you like my breast in your mouth? Feel my stomach against your side, can you feel my navel ring, and my thighs against your body? Doesn't my hand feel good, wouldn't you want me to stop? Do you like being gagged with my breasts, I hope so, you better learn to, as it will happen whenever I want to. Anywhere anytime. You are mine now, you can never experience another girl again. Or another man for that matter, though I may make you suck cock occasionally for my amusement.
As she spoke her hand moved faster.
Would you like an orgasm, I could suck you or masturbate you harder. But it won't do any good you know, you know you cant come, haven't managed it for two weeks have you.
I was so close, and had been for a while, what the hell was going on. As I felt the climax slipping away as usual she suddenly stopped, laughed at my groan and then got up. My hips still pumped and my hand strayed down to finish the job.
Don't bother, you can't do it, and don't call me. I will get back to you in my time, until then you can smell this to remember me. She gave me a pair of thong panties that she had clearly masturbated in, and left.
The next three weeks i heard nothing. My calls were not returned, and I was frantic with worry. I had decided to visit a doctor but embarrassment had prevented me so far. And on top of it all my desire and need for sex increased. I was thinking about it all day, any woman I saw made me fantasise, and I was erect often during the day.. I tried to touch myself, but succeeded only in approaching orgasm, never reaching it. The closer I got the more it teased me too. My fantasies grew darker and more destructive. I imagined beating a woman to relieve my frustration, tying her up and whipping her as she wept, fucking her arse, slapping her tits and humiliating her. In other moments I imagined being utterly submissive, doing anything to get an orgasm. I wanted to be strung up naked in public for people to see and look at, and I wanted men and women to use my mouth as a fuck-toy without my volition, wanting only the chance of an orgasm in return.
I imagined welts on my arse, and sperm in my mouth,
I imagined piercing a woman and tying her slit up, so that she may feel my frustration herself.
I imagined being handed around groups of friends as if I were a new video game to play.
Or owning a dungeon of women who hated to lick other women's cunts, so that I could humiliate and dominate and make them eat each other, until their sexual need made them enjoy and come powerfully, even while dreading returning the favour.
I even wore Maria's panties for a few days, driving myself into a frenzy feeling their constriction.
When Maria finally contacted me, I was feeling thoroughly desperate. She sent me a video, which I began to watch. She had filmed herself with her hand between her legs, sliding and pulling her lips and flicking her clitoris in a orgy of wetness and pleasure. I watched her back arch as she came, her eyes wide with the force of it, and I felt hot. She had then filmed herself with another man, and I watched as he filled her pussy with sperm. I saw it trickle out of her pussy as he pulled out, she smiled at the camera as this happened, knowing what I was thinking. I saw another girl walk into the frame, wearing hold-ups and a silk choker, and begin licking the sperm out of her pussy until she came again, twice!
The tape ended, I read her note.
You will never come again with anyone but me. I love you, I know you love me, though you may not know it yourself. And I know that as soon as you have what, you lose interest. So this is the deal. You have an implant in your brain. It prevents you coming using negative feedback, the closer you get the harder it becomes. I have the key to turn it off, implanted in me. Only within 1 meter of me can you come, and then only if I ant you to. I will sleep with you whenever I feel like it, and sometimes when you want it too. I will also sleep with other men and women occasionally, not for my pleasure though I do enjoy it, but to make you jealous. You will never be allowed to forget what you have, how much others want it, and how I may choose to deny you it forever. If i do you will never come again. I want you to want me, and never forget how much you want me. I will limit how often you may come, you must always be ready for my needs so you will never be fully sated. For now once a month will suffice. You know I will be satisfied, never a premature ejaculation with that implant - eh? Finally I can suck you and play with you to my hearts content, knowing that you will last inside me, you have no choice.
I don't want a slave or lackey. I was attracted to you since you were independent and a bit of a bastard. You will still be the same, you may dominate me sometimes, like you used to. You can sleep around if you choose, or go out drinking late. I know you will always come back, so I have what I need. I control you sexually, that's all. But I know how you work, you want what you can't have, so you will never tire of me again. This is not optional, you may choose to leave but I won't remove the implant.
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