Nearly a month ago, I first experienced the maddening joy of having my orgasm controlled by a beautiful woman — in this case, my girlfriend Tammi. It’s an amazing experience to be brought to the very brink of an explosive climax, only to be gently but firmly pulled back, again and again, by a smirking domme. It can make the ultimate release incredibly intense.

How did it start?

Tammi had texted me at work, asking if I felt like being in bondage that night. Even though I was in the middle of a meeting, I barely gave it any thought at all before texting back: “Yes, please!”

Honestly, it’s a rare night when I don’t feel like being cuffed, tied up or engaging in some form of fetish play with Tammi. BDSM is a big part of our sex life, and Tammi is, if anything, even more experienced with it than I am. She worked for some years as a dominatrix at a fairly well-known dungeon. By now she knows pretty much everything about my various fantasies and how to fulfill them. Up until recently, she had been focused mainly on impact play, like spanking or even the occasional bout of flogging. She knows I like it on the rough side, preferably followed by some hard fucking. But she could be subtle, and on that particular evening, I’d find out exactly how subtle she could be!

After I responded to Tammi, she came back with another text: “Strip when Ur home & wait 4 me on the bed.” After a moment, a third message popped up: “Don’t fight it when I start on U.” Then came a fourth, minutes later, as though it was an afterthought: “Don’t play w Urself til I get hold of U.” It might have simply been that I’d been having a rough day, but something about those words really got to me. I was hardly likely to be jacking off at work, but being commanded not to? That was hot. And being told not to fight her. Well, that gave me chills. What can I say, the woman knows me. When I finally made it home, you can bet I was expecting something special — maybe a little of that flogging action I’d mentioned earlier or even a session with Tammi’s favorite butt plug.

I was late getting home. A meeting I’d been in had led to another, and then several conversations with a business development team. All during my drive, I thought about Tammi — her compact, busty figure and her strawberry-blonde hair. I wanted her hands on me like you wouldn’t believe. When I finally reached home, I was going nuts. I called for Tammi as I stepped over the threshold, but there was no answer. I’d seen her car parked in front of our building, but I saw no sign of her inside the place.

The apartment was dark, and so was the bedroom. I stripped, just as I had been ordered to do, dropping items of clothing one by one on the floor. Was she watching me from the closet or the en suite bathroom? The idea got me hard, so I was seriously tempted to start fondling myself. But I remembered her instructions and kept my hands to myself. Then I stretched myself out on the cool bedspread and waited.

I was pretty tired at that point. I must have dozed off because next thing I knew a soft, irresistible weight was pressing me down into the mattress. Needless to say, it was Tammi. She was wearing her favorite silk panties and nothing else. Her nipples were pink and erect, and I lifted my hands to cup her tits — only to have Tammi grab my wrists and push them down to the mattress.

“Told you not to fight me,” she purred, stretching up to cover my throat with hot, sucking kisses. “Didn’t I?”

It was like being trapped in bed by a gorgeous, horny vampire, and I loved it. This was the attention I’d been waiting for all day. At the same time, it kind of surprised me. This kind of sweet teasing wasn’t how Tammi usually preferred to play, and it wasn’t really what I’d been expecting.

Tammi reached down and groped under the bed. After a moment or two, she brought up a pair of padded cuffs, connected by steel chains. We’d had them for a while, but we hadn’t made much use of them. As I said, Tammi prefers to get down and dirty while we play, using her own strength to subdue me. But the idea of being chained up had appealed to me from the moment Tammi had brought up bondage play. She swiftly secured my hands to the headboard.

I started to ask her what she had in mind for us, but she laid a finger on my lips, silencing me with the gesture.

“You just relax, mister,” she whispered. “You’ve got quite a night ahead of you, so save your strength.”

She had raised herself up onto her hands and knees, and then she was crawling backward, kissing my chest and nipples as she went. The gentleness of her mouth on my skin was delicious. I wanted more, but Tammi seemed all too aware of the effect she was having on me and was in no hurry to get me off. She was the mistress, after all, and I knew better than to beg her for favors.

“At least you didn’t jerk off,” she said, reaching out to gauge the hardness of my cock. “I can tell.” I gasped at her touch. She wasn’t exactly being rough, but she wasn’t gentle, either. My cock was incredibly stiff, and she worked it like it was a joystick for some strange video game. When she began giving my rod a series of sharp squeezes, it was difficult for me not to cry out. Now this was a side of Tammi I knew well — the cruel mistress who liked to test my limits!

Suddenly, she switched tactics. She lifted her thumb to her red lips and sucked it, then she grabbed my dick again, applying the wet tip of her digit to the underside of my crown. It was a delicate, ticklish feeling that quickly had me jerking and twisting on the bed. It was far more pleasurable than her earlier squeezing and pulling, but I knew it could be just as torturous. Next, Tammi grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and upended it over my cock. She let a stream of translucent goo dribble over my meat. When she applied her thumb to it once again, the sensation was even more devastating.

But I had no control over Tammi’s hand. No matter how hard I strained against the fiendish itch of her lubed-up digits, I could never press hard enough to spark the orgasm I so badly wanted. The faster she rubbed me, the more deliciously agonizing it felt.

And it was about to get worse.

“Now I’m gonna do your balls,” Tammi announced. She licked her lips, and my eyes fixed immediately on her mouth. I had no doubt she was taunting me with the sight of her tongue.

The bottle made a slurping sound as Tammi squeezed even more lube onto her open palm. She gave me a wink as she rubbed her hands together, getting them good and slippery. I bit my lip, half in eager anticipation and half in dread. I had an idea of what was coming up, and I knew it wouldn’t yet involve any relief for my aching cock.

If she’d only go back to the rougher stuff, I thought. If she would flick my balls with her thumb and forefinger, even just once, it would be preferable to being teased in that way. It might even give me a jolt comparable to a mini-orgasm. A good hard squeeze to my nads would be even better; I knew for a fact I could come from that. I had once before on a night when Tammi had been especially aggressive.

But what could I do? It wasn’t my place as sub to beg for mercy or favors. And before I could take my line of thought further, Tammi had begun the anticipated teasing. She took my dickhead between the thumb and forefinger of one hand and lifted it high, then pressed it back against my belly, exposing my scrotum. To this she applied the fingertips of her other hand, rubbing ever so lightly, so my balls slid and rolled in their envelope of skin.

I gasped and bounced my ass. I couldn’t help it, even when Tammi told me to stop.

“What’s the matter, baby?” she cooed. “Don’t you like it? I thought all guys loved having their balls played with.”

“I… I do,” I croaked, my back arching. Her touch was driving me crazy. My cockhead felt like it had gone incandescent, just waiting for my load to come blasting out of it. But Tammi wasn’t about to give me that satisfaction. “It’s just… just… ”

“Just what, baby?” she whispered. Her eyes were locked on mine. I could tell she was fascinated by the ordeal she was putting me through. Fascinated, and probably as turned on as I was. “What is it? Tell me,” she cooed.

“I can’t come,” I whined. I felt small and helpless, which is no doubt what Tammi intended. Don’t get me wrong. It was good. But have you ever wanted to explode more than anything else in the world without having any way to do it?

“Oh, you wanna come? Is that what you want to do?” Tammi released my balls and rose on her knees on the bed. A moment later, she had worked off her panties. I knew her cunt was wet. I could smell the lovely, oceanic scent of her juice. I wanted badly to touch her pussy, to bury a finger in it.

But then she was climbing on top of me, letting my cockhead broach her lips. With exquisite slowness, she impaled herself on my spike. Then she began to ride me. It felt amazing. There was no delicacy now, no teasing. But Tammi was still the one in control. Her weight on me kept me helpless, and the cuffs reminded me of my place. Her inner muscles were holding my cock in an iron grip. No matter how I tried to push, my ability to control my own climax was limited.

“Now,” Tammi growled, and suddenly her clutching cunt loosened. I was pushing upward as hard and fast as I could manage. I heard my dick squelching in her wetness. It was so good I could hardly stand it.

“Do you like it, baby?” she panted as she bounced on me, taking every inch of my cock. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” I said in a whisper.

In the next instant, Tammi was gripping my dick again, her vise-like pussy seriously curtailing my plans for an orgasm. I’m telling you, I nearly cried.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge,” she whispered. And with that, her pussy loosened again, and I exploded. I never forgot how sweet it felt, and I never forgot Tammi’s words.

She’s in charge, all right, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.