COCK TEASING STORY - AFTER SCHOOL, part 3

Out of the blue, my blindfold was removed and I struggled to readjust to the light. Illuminated by the brightness behind her, Mistress looked like an angel, even if I knew she was a cruel one. She also removed the ear phones and gag, then said softly:

"Boy, she was mean. And she sure did dominate your penis. Look at it." I craned my neck downward, saw my red, bloated penis spilling over the edge of the cock ring, crisscrossed with little red lines. "It must suck to be completely at someone's mercy. I could castrate you right now, or do all sorts of nasty things you would never recover from. Hell, I could slit your throat." Needless to say, I was getting pretty damn scared.

"But I'm not. I could be such a cruel mistress, injuring and hurting you. And instead, I only tease you. Just a little bit of domination, and I know you like it. Beg me to tease you, to deny you, to humiliate you. Beg me to let you masturbate and jack off and get some release. Tell me how much of you I own."

I was definitely in a nearly incoherent state of mind. Who wouldn't be? I also knew that she had worked her magic and shown me that she really was benevolent, that I should love her for how lenient she was.

"Thank you mistress, you own my entire body, you own my cock and my pleasure and my ability to orgasm. I would do anything for you mistress: beg, plead, pleasure, forfeit my orgasms, satisfy every single one of your friends over and over while you continue to torture my cock. Hell, I would sacrifice my life."

While I was speaking, she knelt down and gently rolled my cock in her hands, smoothing, caressing. This caused me to talk even faster, become even more submissive. "Tell me how much you want to masturbate, even though you know it's a filthy habit."

"Dear god I want to masturbate and feel myself orgasm over and over, even looking at you for one second is enough to fuel a months worth of masturbation, mistress... I would humiliate myself repeatedly like this for a glimpse of orgasm at your hands because I know it would be the best experience of my life... Oh Dear GOD."

At this point she had pulled off her shirt and was holding her breasts. God they were beautiful, and each nipple looked rock hard. She had thought up an incredible sensation that had the potential of bringing me to insanity. With my cock begging for release, the hole at the top spread open the slightest, she had inserted her nipple inside, and was gently wiggling her hips, which caused her tits to jiggle just a very little - but still enough to send shockwaves straight into my cock. Actually, this was really overkill - so much stimulation it hurt, and I would have jerked away if i could have. As it was, she was pressing her knees onto my legs, and holding my hips extremely tightly. I could only groan.

She stopped after about a minute, I guess, though it felt like all of infinity. Her nipples were coated in my precum, and she smeared it across her breasts, making them shine.

"Look at all your pre-cum oiling my tits. Look at how smooth it is. Don't you wish that was your cum, coats and coats of it. Well, you only need to wait 3 months, give or take a week or two, and provided you aren't naughty, and you might get to cum."

She sat by my head, unstrapped my wrists and handcuffed them behind my back. After some definite struggling, she managed to remove the cock ring, freeing my cock. I would have tried to reach around and jack off if I hadn't had that wave of Mistriss-love so recently. As it was, she removed my ankle cuffs and made me stand, gave my cock a quick tug, then strapped a simple collar/leash around its head. She pulled me gently down the stairs.

Waiting for me there were the other three girls, who seemed to have paused in the middle of a lively conversation. They glanced over at me, handcuffed, being led down the stairs. Kate started giggling, the other two smiled. Despite the fact that everyone present had been most intimately acquainted with me for over an hour each, I was still profoundly nervous.

Anne was the first to talk - she said that she and the other girls had thought up something to make the game they were going to play even more erotic. Mistress and the other girls briefly huddled together, then Mistress led me to the piece of bend-Tim-over-backwards furniture and strapped me in. My head was facing the wall and I couldn't really get a full view of what was going on, but I heard snickers and then a humming. I realized at that point they were shaving me. What could be more humiliating? My pubic hair had been my little bit of privacy, something I could tell myself kept me from being completely naked. And now it seemed to be disappearing. When they were done shaving me, Mistress unstrapped me again and made me stand at attention. My cock was hard, and when I glanced down, I was startled to find that it appeared an inch longer. I hadn't realized that a simple shaving would have so much of an effect.

The other, less welcome effect was that I felt naked again. I had gotten used to being naked in front of my Mistresses, but now I felt naked again. It doesn't seem like much - a patch of pubic hair - but when it's all you're "wearing" losing it is a big deal.

Mistress explained how the game would work:

"This will be really entertaining. This is the way the game works: All of us will play poker while Tim waits. We play one hand of poker, the winner after that round will get to play with Tim for 4 minutes. When you play with him, you may only tease with your body and so forth, stimulation may only be applied with these" - she laid out a set of five feathers. "The winner of the game gets to command Tim for an hour while we watch him humiliate himself. Basically, this is a combination of "truth or dare" for a full hour. Oh yeah, how to win. Well, (she reaches into a cabinet) I am attaching this belt to Tim. Notice the height of the instrument. When he is hard enough to draw blood, the game ends and his punishment begins."

This disturbed me, so I glanced down. Just below my belly button she had attached a tight belt with a stiff leather attachment on the front, extending above my cock. At the end, though I could not see clearly, was apparently a small nail. It was positioned so that, when my cock was pointing slightly upwards, the nail would be pressing just below the head of my cock. Naturally, of course, when hard, my cock was leaning downwards a bit, so I had a bad feeling the game would last a while. The end, though probably painful, wouldn't do any real damage and would let me sleep, I hoped. I resolved to do anything possible to help the first girl out. Unfortunately, my mistress ruined this.

"That's the main rules. I have a bit more to add. First, to keep Tim relatively hard through the game, I have attached a small vibrator to his cock ring. (She flicked it on). Second, Tim will be penalized 13 points for participating." I looked up, startled.

"Mistress, 13 points..."

"No. Now its 15, for interrupting me. I am not being cruel, though. Every 4 minutes you withstand, you earn 2 points, for however long you can last. That means you go positive after only eight turns!"

Although I clearly understood that I would probably be miserable for a while, the other three girls - Kate, Anne and Emma - looked a bit confused.

"Oh my God, you don't know about the point system?? Guys, this is so much fun. Tim here earns 2 points per weekday he comes over for teasing, 4 per weekend and extra for other things that please me: this party had a base value of 10 points and Tim can earn or lose points from there. For being naughty (she lightly swatted my butt) Tim loses up to 25 points."

"How long until he gets to cum?" Anne asked.

"Oh, 250 points is the magic number." I couldn't help but grimace, although I already knew the number. Hell, I was farther away from it now than the first day, and looking to lose even more. If I couldn't cut my way through the chastity belt, I would probably never cum again. I looked at the girls, hoping for a sign of pity. Kate was giving sad little doggy eyes, though I knew she was laughing behind them. Emma was actively teasing me, rubbing her index fingers over her tits. Anne could only manage "That's worse than my slave, I let him cum just about once per month. But to each Her own, I guess."

"Well, lets start the game." They sat in a semi-circle, the better to see me standing there, and Mistress got out the cards. She must have pressed a button on her keychain or something, because my cockring started vibrating the slightest bit just then, enough to make me half erect. Mistress sat down and shuffled the cards, then dealt them. They were playing two wildcards, two discards, so they were able to get scores like full house, flush and straight regularly. It was, frankly, a crazy game, though I was more focused on my penis by then. They were seated on the sofa: this meant that they had full view of me through the poker portion of the game as well as the teasing part. The first winner was Anne, she softly got up and gave me a really evil grin, though no one else could possibly have seen. We had talked in class a fair amount, and it was generally a teasing sort of thing: "Oh, you can't do that problem, stupid," and similar lighthearted jokes. I knew that she could be evil or sweet depending on her whim. So I was feeling pretty apprehensive. Mistress turned off the vibrating at this point - she would only turn it on when it was no one's turn. Anne's strategy seemed to basically consist of continually teasing me with the feathers, circling the head and around my balls, everywhere. She got me hard as a rock, but (thankfully) my cock didn't even touch the nail. She used one hand to go back and forth just under the head, another to wander aimlessly. It felt good although the ring was constricting my cock a bit too much. I didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of cumming with only feathers, so it was probably unnecessary.

When Anne's time was up, she gave me a wink, as if to say 'wait until next time!' then sat down. The buzzing resumed, as did play. After a few minutes, it emerged that the winner was Kate. Although she was certainly cute, she really had no idea how to tease. She tried a bit of dancing, then rubbed the top of my cock, between it and the belt's extension vigorously, but though I was very hard, I still had not touched the nail.

The winner of the next hand was Mistress (with a Royal Flush). To be fair, she shut off the vibrator before beginning. She was rubbing all over with the feathers, but her most potent weapon was opening her mouth around my cock, then waiting. I could feel her hot breath, and she held eye contact the entire tease. For this she was rewarded with being the first girl to get my cock to touch the nail, though the skin remained unbroken.

When she returned to the sofa, I took a deep breath. I had survived three teases - 6 points - and now had five more to get "out of debt."

Kate won another round and continued to tease me, this time forgoing all contact in favor of her rendition of an erotic dance. It was hot, and I would certainly have loved to fuck her brains out under normal circumstances. As it was, she just seemed lacking after the heartstopping performance Mistress had given. It wasn't difficult to supress a full erection for the full 4 minutes.

Anne won, tried her method again. I could feel my skin stretching against the point. Truth be told, she was probably the best tease of the lot, but she began slowly and the pain began to drown out the pleasure for me, which in turn kep tme soft enough.

Emma was the next winner. She looked really hot, and her outfit definitely accentuated this. She had what might have been the perfect stomach, thin with some muscle definition, and she showed it. Additionally, she was definitely flirtatious, rubbing the cloth of her shirt over her tits. By the end, she seemed aroused: I could see her nipples. I would have cum, had it not been for the ring, even given the total lack of stimulation. With every little dip and swerve, I noticed how her shirt curved up underneath her tits, how you couldn't see where it ended, and how great her curves were. By now, I was getting worried that I would lose some points by the end of this "game".

Thank God, then, that Kate won two more games in a row. Her teasing skills might well have been traded for poker skills: by the end, I was only holding an erection, not reveling in it. Also, I was out of debt and had gotten a point for this ordeal! Score! More than anything, this made up for it. 16 points earned, basically, although in the end only 1 counted.

The winner of the next round was Emma again, with a Straight, surprisingly. She seemed really excited and surprised to have won. I hoped this meant that she would not be able to concentrate, but I guess she had been planning something.

She stood in front of me, looked me straight in the eye, gave me her brilliant grin, and lifted up her shirt.

She wore nothing underneath, and the total shock, along with the eroticism of the whole party took hold. My cock gained erection - fast enough, in fact, for it to get momentum and swing above horizontal. This momentum carried it into the nail, which penetrated a bit, drawing blood, but I didn't care. She gently covered her tits, then smiled again.

This time it was different, though. She knew she had won, and now she could make me do anything for a full hour, while I had an audience. This was a really evil smile that said "By the time I'm done with you, you won't have a secret we don't know."

Story by Jackson