COCK TEASING STORY - AFTER SCHOOL, part 2

She replaced my restraint, unstrapped me, and led me to the first floor. Once there, she motioned for me to lay on the sofa. She pulled up a chair and began absentmindedly stroking my cock as she spoke:

"This weekend, I'm going to throw a party. You will need to be there. If you attend, and all goes well, you will earn 10 points, in addition to the 4 weekend points you would normally earn. If you decide to skip, you will be penalized 15 points. I'm not afraid to go negative on your count. It's up to you which to choose, but remember that you are faced with a 29 point swing."

There obviously wasn't much of a choice. When I said that I would attend, she grinned and clapped her hands.

"Alright, I'll get planning immediately. Oh, you can try your daily computer game."

I did, and only made it to 4500 before losing the first of the falling objects, so the game ended. I still had only 6 points, 244 left till orgasm. Once over, she removed my restraint, felt my balls with her warm, soft hands (they were a bit swollen) and let me get dressed to leave.

I'll admit it, I cracked. I had a delicious orgasm that night, I actually jacked off twice in a row, something I never usually did. Two days of this stimulation was simply too much. And like a fool, I showed up the next day - because I craved her presence, the sight of a beautiful girl.

She answered the door in bra and panties again, and led me upstairs, where she made me strip before strapping me to the bed.

There was a bit of silence, and I got a bad feeling.

"You came, didn't you?" she asked.

I lied and said I didn't. I was a faithful slave, Mistress!

"I know you came. Your balls are lighter than yesterday. I trusted you, but never again. Well, that's 15 points off your total, you are now down to -9 points. You will be punished, and I will make sure this never happens again." She said with a certain menace in her voice.

She reached in her drawer and produced a feather, then began tickling the soles of my feet. I'm really not overly ticklish, but everyone has a breaking point, and I had reached mine within minutes. Taking short breaks, she continued to tickle my feet, armpits, stomach - all the sensitive parts of my body but my cock. Eventually she lay down the feather and gently stroked the line on the underside of my pre-cum soaked penis with the top of her nails, which were unnervingly smooth. I soon regretted taking matters into my own hands, so to speak. When she finally finished, My entire cock was almost purple. She left the room, and returned a few minutes later with an ice pack, which she placed on my cock. When I finally went limp, she reached into the drawer and grabbed something I couldn't see, which she attached to my cock.

"This is a chastity belt. You will not be able to stimulate yourself at home, therefore, you must come here if you want any sort of sexual pleasure. This belt symbolizes my ownership of your dick, and your balls."

She stepped back, then began gyrating her hips. I could see her abs working, the skin stretching taut over her stomach. Her small tits bounced a little, and she reached behind her back to remove her bra. When her hands came to the front of her body again, the bra was loose but she held it up. Slowly, painfully slowly, she slank up to the bed, climbed on, and straddled my body. She humped my stomach, getting off through her panties on my body. Finally, she let the bra loose and I could see her beautiful, stunning rack. Words couldn't begin to describe how turned on I was. Or would have been, if the chastity belt hadn't held my cock bent in half. It was still a bit stiff, but I couldn't even get the satisfaction of feeling it hard. Mistress shuddered, cried out with ecstasy and came on my stomach.

She lay on top of me with her warm, wet and surprisingly heavy body for perhaps ten minutes before rolling off and gently scratching through my pubic hair. I knew better than to speak, but she seemed to be thinking hard. Too hard, I worried, for Her slave's good. Eventually she looked into my eyes. Really deep, in fact, as if she wanted to communicate something. I've read that people can't hold eye contact with someone they're attracted to for more than 5 seconds without getting sexually excited. Somehow I doubted this was true in all cases, but in this situation it certainly was. She smiled softly, continued dragging her fingers. There were cute little freckles across her cheeks, and her bangs fell loosely over her eyes. With a final grin, she slid off and unattached my arms and ankles before letting me leave.

She reminded me that the party would be tomorrow.

I showed up at six PM the next day, an hour before the party was set to begin. She was wearing a tight, clingy black evening dress. She led me into the kitchen, made me strip, and attached a harness to my body. The harness held my cock straight out with a cock ring, while providing restraints for my arms to be held behind my back. Mistress gave me some instructions:

"You are to treat every one of these girls as your Mistress. You will do anything they say to the best of your abilities. They may give you a hand job, even a blowjob. You will not cum. (She had an evil sort of glitter in her eyes) Later in the party, we will play a game. For the duration, you will lay on your back a little bit to the side. Now, go kneel in the family room and wait for the guests to arrive."

I assumed my obedient position and waited for about ten minutes before the doorbell rang. I was embarrassed already, and trembling a little bit in anticipation. She answered the door, I heard voices. Mistress was telling whoever it was that the entertainment was in the next room over. Footsteps. Someone had entered the room. I looked up, saw a girl I immediately recognized.

Kate was a blonde I had in my bio class a few years ago, pretty but not beautiful, moderately skinny and athletic. I suppose her most endearing trait was that she found most anything amusing - and she must have really thought my situation was hilarious. Her clothes were modest, low-cut jeans and a tight t-shirt of the sort that is so popular nowadays.

Since Steph was preparing snacks in the kitchen, She took a seat on the couch, made me stand with my legs spread. My cock was obviously pointing straight out. She reached out and scratched the underside of the base of my cock with unbearably soft hands which contrasted well with herunyieldig nails.

"Awww, does Tim want to cum? Does he? How much? Steph told me that you were naughty and jerked off just two days ago. Still, two days is a long time without orgasm. Actually, I came twice before I even got to this party." She grinned. "Steph says that you aren't allowed to cum, even if I masturbate you." I grimaced, looked down. "Don't worry, I'm not that mean. Still, your situation is kinda funny."

The doorbell rang again.

When the next girl entered the room, I had intended to only glance up to ascertain her identity, before resuming my pose. But Emma was so beautiful and so stunningly and provocatively dressed that I had to stare.

We took German together in school, and again, I had never talked to her. (Notice a trend??) She actually wasn't altogether beautiful - she had a pouty sort of appearance. The thing was, her smiles were breathtaking, the best smiles you could possibly imagine. And she was smiling now. Her eyes twinkled as well, she had such entrancing eyes. She was also one of the more athletic girls at school - although she wasn't muscular. She was wearing low-cut jeans as well, and her shirt was a haltertop, but cut high enough that her entire stomach was revealed, and the clingy shirt curled under her well-rounded breasts.

She motioned for me to come to her, which I did, and then resumed my former position. Then she knelt so that her eyes were even with my cock, and moved so that the tip was less than an inch away from her nose. Then she stuck out her tongue and curled it up so that it gently lifted my penis right at the juncture between head and shaft. The initial contact, my first between penis and someone's tongue, caused it to bob up and back down, pressing harder into her tongue before bouncing back up... she didn't move, and my body couldn't either (both due to the exquisite sensation and that fact that I could easily be punished for it). so I was at something of an impasse. At this point, Kate was giggling hysterically, and Emma was smiling. I continued to grow harder, and nearly came when I saw Emma staring straight into my eyes. Mistress came into the room to see what everyone was laughing about (she had been in the kitchen preparing snacks). She couldn't help grinning as well.

Our little scene was interrupted by the doorbell ringing once more.

"Ah, the final guest has arrived," Mistress said, before running to answer the door.

The final guest was also the one I was least expecting. Anne was a really intelligent girl, slightly sad in appearance. She was probably the least attractive of the group - not ugly, by any means, but only moderately pretty. Her awesome body made up for this - nice, hefty tits, a skinny waist and a graceful poise. I was surprised because she didn't seem to be the type of girl who sould show up to this kind of party - in school, she was a bit shy and quiet. She was also the only one I talked to with any regularity: given that we took a few classes together, it was inevitable.

She had on a knit sweater (red) with a smooth black dress.

Ironically, she seemed to be the most experienced in torturing slaves like myself. After a brief pause (I guess she hadn't realized that someone she knew this well would be here), she walked over and jerked me right to the edge, before sitting next to Emma.

Steph had disappeared to the kitchen and returned with a tray of crackers and general snacks.

"Well girls, we all know why we're here. Anne will teach us the advanced skills necessary to embarrass, humiliate, sexually frustrate, and enslave men. Tim is a practice dummy."

I was already afraid, but handcuffed as I was, there was little I could do.

Steph walked over to the edge of the couch, where, unknown to me, she had stown the "futon" (the one that bent backwards to hold me). She made me lay on it, then strapped my feet into their restraints. I was sitting up, and she pulled off my harness. There really wasn't any point in resistance: I was already under their control, and I couldn't possibly run away. Instead I lay back, let her strap my hands over my head and hoped for the best.

The futon raised itself to the bent position, and my cock was at eye level for all of the ladies.

They pulled up chairs to get a close look at the action, as Anne demonstrated various techniques. First, however, she made sure that there was a cockring around the base of my penis, to prevent my cumming.

"This is absolutely essential if you get into bondage. A cockring will obstruct all cum flow and allow unlimited teasing of your victims. Now, our first technique has two uses: as a fast tease, perhaps useful before school, and as a warm-up to get him hard right away. Simply deep-throat him, then start swallowing. The swallowing part puts pressure on his head, which increases stimulation. I'm not sure how many of you are able to deep-throat, so we sould probably practice. Tim's cock is about 7 inches long, which is the average length from my experience."

Emma went first. She had a bit of trouble swallowing my cock, but once she got over its size, her technique was excellent. I would have cum two or three times had cumflow not been obstructed. She was also insanely good at keeping eye contact, which made me rock hard.

They all went, one by one, and at the end I could barely keep still. Anne bent down near my cock again and explained:

"Now, this is a nice little transitional trick for when he's all hot and bothered. Just get really close to his wet penis and blow gently over it. Not only does it provide a slight stimulation, it cools him down a bit." She demonstrated before continuing. "Now, moving on, I'm going to briefly show you a few types of stimulation you can provide him with. First, pressure. (She squeezed). This will get him hard fairly quickly, is simple, requires no preparation, so you can do it in school or the car, and makes it difficult for the slave to remain erect, with sufficient pressure. Also, if applied correctly, good pressure will cause moderate pain once released, as vlood flows back into the cock."

"Tickling is rather broad, basically anything that only lightly touches him. This is often the most stimulating once he's hard, but he has no chance to cum. (She took her sweater and dragged it over the straining head of my cock, so that just the fuzz got a chance to touch.) Finally, licking of all sorts is extremely effective. This is really your trump card - you can lick to stimulate, get him hard, tease, and make him cum - which is obviously one of the drawbacks, he will cum quickly. There also other sensations which are somewhat less applicable to teasing. For instance, heat and warmth may play a part, but are not the best choices. Also, pain may be some of your cups of tea, but it is not mine. By the looks of it, it is not Tim's either. (I vigorously shook my head.) However, that is your choice to make, not his. I would not, however, recommend breaking the skin because it may become easily infected."

Mistress continued: "Absolutely not. If I want a pierced slave, I will do it myself. Now that everyone has a very basic background in this matter, here's the plan for the party: once per hour, one of you ladies can go into my bedroom and play with Tim here for the duration of the hour - you get to practice your teasing techniques, before being replaced by another girl. The rest of us will do normal party stuff. Afterwards, we're going to play a fun game for a little while, and then it's bedtime. Alright?"

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed my cock and led me up the stairs to her room. Once inside, she removed everything but the ring and made me lay down, where I was strapped spread-eagled on the bed. She put the blindfold on, and then gave me a bit of a surprise by putting headphones over my ears. Big headphones, in fact, that completely covered my ears. They gently played one song over and over,which drowned out all background sounds. Her final touch was a handkerchief, which she used to gag me. I was left alone for a while before I felt a touch on my stomach.

Frankly, I had no idea who was touching me, what they were planning or anything else. All I knew was that this was not Mistress, the touch was all wrong. It as just a hand holding my cock, firmly. If I thrusted, it moved with me. I still got a little bit of stimulation, however, which kept me hard. After a bit of time had passed. the hand moved upward until it touched only the head. Then it squeezed, tighter and tighter, drawing a fist around me. I squirmed, tried to get away, but could not. The fist then rose up. I had no choice but to follow it, try to stretch and thrust upward a bit. she continued to pull until I could stretch up no more. The sensation was becoming painful. after two or three minutes stretched like this, the fist released its grip and I sank back down, enjoying the lack of pressure. I lay there for some time, no sensation, before she straddled me, laying down completely and pressing evenly on my body; it felt wonderful. I was willing to bet that her crotch was only an inch or two from my face. She gripped the shaft once more, relatively tightly though not painfully, and put her palm on the top. She then circled , continually pressing, manipulating the foreskin. I am certain that I would have come twice, had I not been wearing the cock ring.

She sat up and must have masturbated on my stomach, because I felt some warm dampness as well as her legs clenching after only a minute. She got off of me and I felt alone once more.

Fingers walked their way across my stomach and chest, where they gently circled my nipples. I'm not really a nipple guy, so they weren't immensely stimulating, but given the situation they still kept me hard. After some time, the fingers disappeared for a minute or so, after which I felt legs clothed in jeans straddle me. I suppose she was facing my cock, but the sensations were ambiguous. She must have been, because the next thing I felt was a very, very soft rubbing around the tip of my cock. She must have been using one of those pen-tip thin paintbrushes, because the sensation was so localized.

Around and around. My universe spiraled into a single, all-possessing signal from cock to brain. Around, around, around.

Dipping into the center, across the hole of my cock. Back and forth. Now, gently traveling in swirls around the outside and downward.

Larger brush: going up the underside, spinning, and retreating. Over and over. Miniature armies advancing and retreating across the yielding battlefield of my penis. There was another pause as she got off my stomach. I shrank a bit, fearing what would come next. She must have switched brushes (if it was the same girl, I had no idea how much time had passed), because the next touch was large, and across my armpits, both at once. I was laughing hysterically at this point, and was probably nearing unconsciousness when the tickling stopped.

There was a great pause where I just lay there and waited.

I gathered by this point that the girls had cleverly divided up the sensations - one got tickling,one got pressure, one got licking. But did this mean that one of the girls would be left out? Really, I hoped so. It's immensely frustrating to feel unbearably stimulating sensations and have no idea whose hand is groping you. My deduction was proven correct (or incorrect, depending how you view it) when I felt what seemed to be a wood clamp crush my cock out horizontally. Lets just say that it hurt a good deal. I could guess that the clamp was one of those gun-like clamps with easily adjustable pressure and large rubber grippers. The grippers spread the pressure enough that I doubted (and hoped) no damage would be done. However, in the short term, they hurt like hell. Someone must have been sadistic. My cock, at least, is slightly rectangular, with the axis across my hips wider then the vertical axis, so i was thankful at least that the clamp pressed across the broad way, and not the narrow. That lasted a few seconds until whoever was out there started twisting the clamp. My cock twisted half a revolution before stopping. They must have been planning ahead, because from what I gathered, the clamp was attached to something in order remain in position- in other words, my cock was rock hard, clamped to 2/3 its former thickness, and twisted 90 degrees to normal. If my veins were bulging before, it felt like they were the thickness of marbles now. All this was noticeably worse when the girl started running nylon over the head of my cock, which stuck out of the clamp. It was the material of soccer shorts, and rather cold. It also made my cock try to stiffen. After 20 minutes of this constant aching, the clamp simply released, and my cock returned to normal. I relaxed a bit, thankful even if i was not granted release. That lasted a few seconds, and then the real pain set in, waves of it as blood finally got through my penis.

For the rest of this girls time, she must have enjoyed my feeble attempts to squirm away as she bent my cock double and rubbed the whole thing with blue jean material, then released it and left ice cubes stuck to the head by way of pre-cum - much the same way a tongue sticks to a frozen flagpole in winter.

When I had shed a few tears (obscured by the gag, fortunately), the ice was removed with some warm water and I was left alone once again.

After School Cock Teasing, part 3