Poor thing. He was so excited when I arrived home earlier.
As always I found him waiting naked on the floor. He bounced up to let me kiss him and inspect his cock. Proudly, smiling, he pushed his sex forward, hands behind his butt. He was even more erect than usual. He’d been edging extra for me, to make me happy. Such a good boy.
I gave him a long deep kiss. He melted into me.
Today was the day. He remembered. He had been counting down since we started, 365 days ago.
A year ago I had been ready to take our relationship to the next level. He had been stressed out. For the first half of our dinner date that night he vented about how fake he felt. Taking action. Being assertive. Pretending to want things he actually dreaded. Having a job was fine, but playing the part expected of men by other men was draining. Later that night I offered him an alternative.
“I want to own you,” I told him as I stroked him over his pants. We had just arrived at my place. No time to take off our clothes. He only gave a moan of pleasure as response. “All of you, all the time.”
“Please… Tell me more,” He panted into my ear.
“You’ll promise me you’ll never say no to me. Whatever I ask of you. Never. Does that sound good?”
“Yesssss… please!”
“Address me with respect.”
“Yes, Ma’am!” His body rocking against my hand. “I’m close!”
“Wait. Not yet. We still have things to discuss. Follow me,” I led him to my living room. As I undressed him I continued; “You’ll promise to never say no to me, to always obey me, and I’ll promise to always decide based on what is best for you. Kneel.”
He knelt naked on the floor in front of me. His clothes and underwear in a mess beside him. I was still fully dressed. He breathed heavily, his mind in a haze of arousal as he looked up at me.
“What happens if I say no?”
“Do you want me to show you what it looks like?”
“Uhmmm, yes? Please Ma’am?”
“Let’s try it so you understand what you’re agreeing to. Bow down your head and spread your ass cheeks for me.”
“uh… no.” he tested and shook his head. Tiny little shakes.
I quickly slapped his face and grabbed his throat. I pushed him hard to the floor looking straight into his eyes.
“You don’t say no to me!”
I meant it, he felt it.
While still holding onto him I slapped his face again and again. Pinching his nipples hard, I tightened my grip on his throat.
“Apologize to me!”
“I’m sorry I’m sorry… I’m sorry!”
“More!” I pulled him up, put him over my knee and I turned his ass red. His repetitive apologies continued. When I was done he dove to the floor and spread his freshly punished asscheeks for me. His hard cock betrayed his inclinations; he was made for this. I walked around him so that his head was right at my boots. He held position. Good boy.
“So that’s how it would work,” I explained. “If you ever say no to me or disobey me I’ll punish you, only much worse. And make you apologize, just like I did now. Would you like that?”
He nodded into the floor. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Look up at me.” I could see the tears in the corner of his eyes. His cheeks were flushed. “Then promise me.”
“I promise I will never say no to you, Ma’am.”
“And I promise I will only ever decide what is best for you.”
We kissed. Then we fucked. We both came.
For him, it would be the last time.
I decided that pretending to be a man was making him miserable. He would be much more happy moving into my bunkhouse and devoting his full time to being my submissive servant. We had no problems affording it with my income. The relief made him glow.
He never did truly disobey me, but I still found opportunities to punish him regularly. He could always improve. He appreciated it. The pain and humiliation kept the terms of his promise present in his mind.
What he found harder to appreciate was the orgasm denial. He had a high sex-drive to begin with. Before this he was used to coming every single day. The evening after our promise I spent hours teasing him. The act of saying no to his pleas had taken on a new significance now that he was never permitted to say it to me. I let his arousal rise to the edge of orgasm again and again as we talked about our future life together. I had to fuck him slowly to not accidentally let him slip over the point of no return. I don’t usually fuck my servants, but when I first assert my control over their sex, I like to leave them with something to remember. The heaven sent, other worldly feeling of my silken, hot wet cunt sliding up and down their cocks.
When we’d watch TV together he would absent mindedly slowly hump my leg in desperation.
“Ma’am… Goddess, please! I feel like I’m going mad,” he’d moan.
“Oh, poor baby. This feeling you have right now is nothing. We’ve barely started. I am going to make it so much worse. This desperate ache you feel in your poor denied cock is going to grow and grow as we keep teasing and denying it. I’m going to make you feel like this every waking hour of the day. Always dripping. Always needy and horny for me. Do you understand?”
He burrowed his head against my breasts. “I understand, Goddess.”
I let silence fill the room before he mustered the courage to ask the obvious question.
“But, will I ever get to come?”
“When you’ve been mine like this for a full year, then we will see. If you’ve been good, we’ll see.”
I gave his poor cock a couple of comforting strokes and soon fell into a deep satisfied sleep as I held him, nursing on my breast.
The following week I was fully devoted to intensifying his torment. Taking time off work was no problem since I owned the company. This work was important. The first thing I did in the morning was to toy with him. Long passionate mornings to get him ready for the day. During the days we’d take trips. Nice lunches. Museums. Walks in the woods. We’d sneak away for a quick fuck or a hard edge. Every night I’d end it by teasing his sensitive cock until I saw he couldn’t take anymore. I’d tie him up and use toys, or my fingers, or my mouth. He’d scream from the intensity. I’ve never heard anyone beg like him! It was delicious!
“Are you sure this is what is best for me, Goddess?” he pleaded one evening.
“Of course dear. I promised, didn’t I? I only ever decide what is best for you.”
“But I’m so horny! It’s so hard, Goddess!”
“You’re supposed to be. Horny and needy and subby. That’s your happy place. You’ll learn in time.”
In time I had to return my attention to my work. Keeping my promise, I decided what was best for him: His life now revolved around taking care of household chores, serving me sexually, and of deepening that terrible ache between his legs.
I introduced a strict edging schedule. Any deviations were painfully punished. I would watch him on the surveillance cameras while I was working, alternating between his chores and edging himself. He was never allowed to wear clothes without permission and each outfit had to be approved if he had to go out. His collar was a permanent given.
His edging schedule increased gradually so that his body could handle it. When he got to the schedule I preferred, there was no need to increase it further. As promised, he was always aching and horny now. That was what was best for him.
I was devoted too. Regularly inspecting his work, criticizing, praising, punishing, making him better. Most of all I would spend every night using him and teasing him until he couldn’t stand it. Training him. Improving him. Conditioning his body to respond to my authority.
I would always come, of course. His mouth and fingers. His ass. Most of all I loved coming while fucking his ass.
“It’s so unfair,” he complained one evening.
“That’s life.”. Softly I let my fingers trace across his chest, moving down over his stomach, and further down. “Now tell me how it feels in your body when things are unfair?”
“In my stomach… and in my cock. Like a tightening. It makes the ache even worse, Goddess.”
“That’s good. Everything that makes the ache worse is good. It feels amazing to come while using you, knowing just how much you crave it. Knowing how many times you’ve been denied it. It gives me deep satisfaction, every day. Knowing you are denied gives me a warm relief over my whole body.”
“Please?” he squirmed. A weak defeated plea escaping him.
“You will learn in time, my good boy. You will come to understand.”
Now, you may think that this level of frustration would turn a boy bratty. And sure, that did happen from time to time. Mornings were the most high-risk moments. He was naturally horny in the mornings and had loved our morning sessions before, when he was allowed to come. He still liked it, but it also meant the reintroduction of whatever arousal that had subsided when he slept. I would wake him up by circling his cock. Tired he’d mumble something that sounded dangerously close to a “no”, but a hand around his throat would fix his attitude. No words required.
Whatever brattiness the frustration brought was far outweighed by how his submissive mindset deepened from the constant horniness. He was so enthusiastic to serve! It is natural for men to submit when they are aroused. If you make them needy and denied all the time, that natural submission burrows deeper and deeper into their personality; until it is their whole being.
About five months in something shifted. He still begged. He still cried out loudly when I’d stop right before those waves of pleasure would have hit. But he also became proud of his denial. Proud of how far he’d come.
Edging was a fully natural part of his day now. He’d thoughtlessly do it even more than he had to. Reading erotica, watching porn, some days without breaks. I’d come home to a sweaty mess. An animal in constant heat. Still submissive, obedient, a perfect domestic servant, sure, but also wild. My personal little edgeslut. Edging only to me. For me.
I began to introduce regular pain after the edges. I’d slap his desperate cock and balls with a strict hand whenever I told him “no”. Some days I placed clothespins on his cock when he was done and sent him away to do his chores.
He welcomed the pain. It made it feel even more unfair. He was getting it. Good boy.
But he was still counting down.
And so we come back to today. The anniversary.
“My perfect dripping boy,” I cooed as our kiss ended. He was already panting and flushed. “Bend over so I can see you.”
I explored his pathetic asshole with my fingers. One finger, two… then three, spreading him open. Prodding his cock with my foot. He didn’t say anything. He only panted. Passion and excitement filled his lungs. That part of his stomach, where the unfairness clawed, was a ball of anticipation. I embraced and kissed him again. Stars in his eyes.
Still not saying anything. His feelings were too big to speak out loud.
“I know,” I told him. “It’s today. One year. You’ve been so good.”
He just stared at me with those starry eyes. Love, I think it was.
I decided he was not allowed to ask for it until the evening was at an end. And he would only get to ask once.
We were both fully present that evening. The usual toys and ropes and other accessories were replaced by slow fucking on the couch. We alternated position and intensity. Taking breaks to just kiss and cuddle. I’d bring him to the edge again and again with my fingers. I knew his body perfectly by now. I could feel his heartbeat flutter. His thighs would shake as I let my hand go.
So close. So close.
“I have never seen you this sensitive,” I whispered to him gently. “Such a good boy.”
He still didn’t speak. He made lovely noises, but his words were being saved for that final question.
I knew the recipe for how to give his body the perfect orgasm. I had mastered it before our promise. Kinky as he was, he was also a simple boy. Cowgirl was best, slow fucking at a steady pace with a firm grip on his throat and unyielding eye contact.
I savored the moment as I felt him approaching it. Finally. His release. His reward.
“Beg me.” I commanded as I looked into his ecstatic eyes.
“Please! Please may I please cum, Goddess?” he cried out.
“No.”
I slid off him and instantly removed all stimulation as I saw the reality of what I had just said overwhelmed him. The emotion ruptured through his body. A pathetic whimper escaped him, “no…?”
He sunk down beside the couch; his breath turning into sobs. I held his shoulders and felt him shake.
“I’ve been so good, Goddess! I’ve been so good!”
“I know, baby. You’re such a good boy.”
“I really needed it today! I need it! I can’t-“
“There, there, let it out. It’s okay. Come here.” Kind comforting strokes on his back. I leaned in and kissed his forehead. “We’re just learning some important things today. You see, no matter how much you want it. No matter how good you’ve been. You are never entitled to an orgasm. I own your orgasms. That means only I decide if it will come or not. It is always my decision to make.”
“I’ve been waiting so long! Please!” he tried. “Are you sure this is what’s best for me? You promised!”
“Yes. I promise this is best for you. I’ve seen how good it has been for you to find your true self, my ever dripping good boy. My perfect servant and toy. But to be a real good boy you must understand this lesson. Good boys are never entitled to an orgasm. You must absorb it deeply like all the other things I’ve taught you. Do you understand?”
“Do you mean I will never come again?”
“Maybe. We’ll see. The point is that if I decide your poor desperate cock should be edged and denied permanently, that is within my power. You don’t get to say no to that. Do you understand? Do you accept that?”
He was silent. Sulking. Looking away.
I grabbed his throat, not hard, just enough to remind him. I spoke directly into his ear.
“Do you understand slut?”
“Yes Goddess.”
I pushed his head down between my legs to finish me off.
He still has a lot to learn.