I'm Sasha, and one of my lovely subscribers suggested I post some of my stories on here, as he thinks you will enjoy them. I generally write orgasm denial/edging content with more focus on cockteasing and gentle play rather than anything harsh and cruel (I also write a lot of taboo lol). Anyway, here is a short story I thought I would share with you, called Can I Ruin You? Please! Hannah's fingertips traced the outline of the small key hanging from the delicate silver chain around her neck. The metal warmed against her skin where it nestled between her breasts, hidden beneath the soft blue sundress she wore. Phillip's eyes tracked the movement, his breath catching as she lifted the key free.
"Three months," she said, her voice carrying that particular sweetness that made his stomach flip. Like honey drizzled over broken glass. "That's so long, isn't it, baby?"
Phillip nodded, unable to form words. His chastity cage felt impossibly tight, Hannah's gaze drifting to it with obvious satisfaction. The afternoon sunlight filtered through his bedroom window, casting warm patterns across the unmade bed where they sat.
"I bet you've been counting every single day." Her fingers played with the key, spinning it slowly. "Every hour. Maybe even every minute?"
"Yes," he admitted, voice cracking slightly. His hands gripped the edge of the mattress, knuckles white.
Hannah shifted closer, her knee brushing against his thigh. The contact sent electricity through him, three months of denial making every touch feel amplified. She smelled like vanilla and something floral, innocent and clean.
"You're trembling," she observed, reaching out to rest her palm against his chest. His heart hammered beneath her touch. "Are you nervous?"
"A little."
"Just a little?" She tilted her head, blonde curls falling across one shoulder. "You don't need to be nervous with me. You know I take such good care of you."
The key slipped into the lock with a quiet click that seemed to echo in the silent room. Phillip's whole body tensed as she carefully removed the cage, her movements deliberate and unhurried. Cool air hit his skin, and he gasped at the sensation of freedom after so long confined.
"Oh wow," Hannah breathed, watching with fascination as his cock immediately began to swell. "Look how eager you are already."
She sat back slightly, hands folded in her lap, simply observing. Phillip's cock stood fully erect within seconds, the head flushed dark and already glistening with moisture. A thick vein pulsed along the underside with each rapid heartbeat.
"It's kind of pretty when it's all desperate like that," she mused, reaching out to hover her finger just above the tip without touching. "See how it's already leaking? And I haven't even done anything yet."
Phillip's hips shifted involuntarily, seeking contact that didn't come. Hannah giggled softly at his reaction.
"Patience. We have time." She finally wrapped her fingers around him, grip loose and barely there. "Oh, you're so warm. And so hard. Does it hurt?"
"No," he breathed. "Feels good. So good."
Her hand moved in the slowest possible stroke, from base to tip and back again. Once. Twice. Her touch remained feather-light, more teasing than satisfying. Phillip's breathing grew ragged embarrassingly fast.
"Hannah..."
"Hmm?" She watched her hand with the focused attention of someone conducting a delicate experiment. "What is it, sweetie?"
"Please. More."
"More?" Another languid stroke. "But I just started. It's only been..." She glanced at the clock on his nightstand. "Maybe twenty seconds? Thirty at most?"
Her thumb brushed over the sensitive head, spreading the clear fluid that leaked like a river. Phillip's whole body jerked at the contact.
"Oh!" Hannah's eyes widened with delight. "Are you close already? From just this?"
Heat flooded Phillip's face. "I... it's been three months..."
"I know, baby. I know exactly how long it's been." Her hand stilled completely, maintaining just enough pressure to drive him crazy. "But still. Thirty seconds? That's not very long at all."
She resumed her lazy stroking, counting under her breath. "One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi..."
"Hannah, I'm... I'm getting close."
She stopped counting at twenty-seven. "Already? Oh, Phillip." Her voice carried gentle disappointment wrapped in affection. "What are we going to do with you?"
His cock twitched in her motionless grip, the head purple and straining. A bead of pre-cum welled at the tip before sliding down to pool against her thumb.
"Can I ask you something?" Hannah's free hand came up to cup his cheek, turning his face toward hers. Her blue eyes seemed impossibly innocent. "Since you're so close so fast... do you think you really deserve a full orgasm?"
Phillip's mouth opened but no sound emerged. His cock pulsed desperately in her grip.
"I mean," she continued conversationally, "most boys can last way longer than thirty seconds. Even after being denied. So maybe..." Her thumb made the tiniest circular motion against his frenulum. "Maybe I should ruin it instead?"
"Hannah, please..."
"Please what?" She leaned closer, breath warm against his ear. "Please ruin your orgasm? Is that what you're asking for?"
"I... I need..."
"I know what you need." Her hand began moving again, just as slowly as before. "But what you need and what you deserve might be different things. Don't you think?"
Another stroke. Another. Phillip's hands fisted in the sheets.
"If I let you have a full orgasm after only thirty seconds, what kind of girlfriend would I be? I'd be rewarding you for having no control." She pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. "And I care about you too much for that."
"Oh god, Hannah, I'm..."
"So can I?" Her hand stopped again, holding him right at the edge. "Can I ruin it? Please? I promise I'll make it special."
Through the haze of desperate arousal, Phillip found himself nodding. He'd agree to anything in that moment, completely under her spell.
"Say it out loud, baby. I want to hear you ask."
"Please," he gasped. "Please ruin my orgasm."
"Such a good boy."
Her hand resumed its torturously slow pace. One stroke. Two. On the third, she felt him tense, felt the tell-tale swelling that signaled the point of no return.
She let go.
Phillip's cock bobbed in the air, untouched and pulsing. His whole body went rigid, mouth open in a silent cry. For several long seconds, nothing happened. Hannah counted them in her head, watching with rapt attention.
Then, finally, a small dribble of cum leaked from the tip. It didn't shoot or spurt, just oozed out pathetically to slide down his shaft in a thin stream. His cock twitched with each ruined pulse, more fluid seeping out to join the growing puddle on his stomach.
"Oh my god," Hannah breathed, genuine delight coloring her voice. "That was perfect! Look at that. It's just... dribbling out. Like a little leak."
She reached out to catch some on her fingertip, holding it up to examine. "It's so cute how it just leaked out like that. No big explosion, no relief. Just this sad little dribble."
Phillip's chest heaved as the ruined orgasm finished, leaving him even more desperate than before. His cock remained painfully hard, twitching occasionally as the last drops of cum pearled at the tip.
"How do you feel?" Hannah asked brightly, as if she'd just asked about the weather.
"I... fuck... I still need..."
"Language," she chided gently. "And of course you still need. That's the whole point of ruining it." She reached for the wet wipes on his nightstand. "Here, let me clean you up so we can get you locked again."
"Wait, Hannah, please. I really need to cum properly. That didn't... it didn't help at all."
She paused in her cleaning, considering. The wet wipe felt cold against his oversensitive skin.
"You know what? You're right." She tossed the used wipe aside. "That wasn't really fair, was it? Three whole months and then just that tiny ruined dribble?"
Hope bloomed in Phillip's chest as her hand wrapped around him again. This time she added a small amount of the lube she'd brought, making her grip slicker. Still just as light though, still just as slow.
"Let's try again," she said cheerfully. "Maybe this time you'll last longer than thirty seconds."
She hadn't even completed ten full strokes before Phillip's breathing changed again. His cock swelled in her grip, already approaching the edge.
"No way," Hannah laughed, genuine mirth bubbling up. "Are you serious right now? It's been like... fifteen seconds maybe?"
"Can't help it," Phillip gasped. "Please, Hannah. Please let me cum properly this time."
"Oh sweetie." Her hand continued its lazy pace. "You're asking the wrong question. You should be asking if I'll ruin it again."
"No, please..."
"No? But you asked so nicely the first time. Remember? You said 'please ruin my orgasm' so sweetly." Another stroke, slightly firmer. "Besides, fifteen seconds is even worse than thirty. We're going backwards."
She felt him getting close, that familiar tension building. "Here we go again..."
This time she pulled away at the very last possible moment. Phillip's cock stood rigid, pulsing visibly as his body tried desperately to tip over the edge without stimulation.
"Come on," Hannah cooed encouragingly. "You can do it. Just let it dribble out for me again."
The wait felt even longer this time. Eight seconds. Nine. Ten. Then the cum began to leak out, even more pathetic than before. Just a thin stream that oozed from the tip to join the previous mess on his stomach. His cock jumped with each pulse but without her touch, the orgasm fizzled into nothing.
"Two ruined orgasms," Hannah announced proudly. "And look, you're still completely hard. It's like they didn't even count."
She was right. Despite cumming twice, Phillip felt no relief whatsoever. If anything, the desperate need had intensified. His balls ached with a deep, throbbing pain.
"Please," he whimpered. "Just once. Just let me cum properly once."
Hannah tilted her head, pretending to think. "You know what? Third time's the charm. But if you're close in under a minute, I'm stopping again. Deal?"
He nodded frantically. Anything. He'd agree to anything.
This time she used both hands, one wrapped around his shaft while the other played with his balls. Still that same unhurried pace, but the dual stimulation made him groan.
"You're already pulsing," she observed after barely thirty seconds. "I can feel it. Your balls are pulling up too. Are you trying to set a record for fastest almost-orgasm?"
"Hannah, please, I can't... I can't hold it..."
"Twenty-five seconds," she said, glancing at the clock. "That's just embarrassing, baby."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just... oh fuck, I'm gonna..."
This time she kept stroking for a heartbeat longer, pushing him right to the very precipice before yanking her hands away.
The effect was immediate and intense. His cock erupted without any touch, cum shooting out in thick spurts rather than dribbling. But without stimulation, each pulse felt hollow, empty. The cum arced through the air to land on his stomach and chest, his cock jerking wildly with each contraction.
"Oh wow!" Hannah clapped her hands together. "Look at it go! It's like a little fountain."
Phillip's back arched off the bed as the ruined orgasm wracked through him. More intense than the previous two but still providing no satisfaction. When the last spurt finally ended, he collapsed back, panting and trembling.
"Three ruined orgasms," Hannah said conversationally as she reached for the wet wipes again. "That must be some kind of record. And you're still hard! Well, mostly hard. It's getting a tiny bit softer now."
She cleaned him thoroughly, taking her time with each wipe. The cool touch against his hypersensitive skin made him flinch.
"You made such a mess," she noted. "It's everywhere. Good thing I brought lots of wipes."
When she finished cleaning, she sat back to survey her work. His cock had softened slightly but remained semi-erect, flushed and twitching occasionally. His balls looked swollen and hung heavy between his legs.
"Time to go back in," she announced, picking up the chastity cage.
"Hannah, no. Please. I need... I need to actually cum. Those didn't count."
"Of course they counted!" She began fitting the cage back on, movements practiced and efficient. "You came three times. That's so generous of me. Most girlfriends would have only allowed one."
The cage clicked into place, confining him once again. Phillip nearly sobbed at the sensation, his arousal still burning with no outlet for relief.
"There we go." Hannah patted the cage affectionately. "All safe and secure again."
"When... when can we try again?"
She stood up, smoothing down her sundress. "Oh, didn't I mention? Since you came so fast every time, I think you need more training. So let's say... six months this time."
"Six months?!"
"Mmhmm. That should help with your control issues." She leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Now get dressed. I packed us a lovely picnic lunch and the ducks at the pond are probably hungry."
"Hannah, I can't... my balls hurt so bad..."
"That's called blue balls, sweetie. It happens when boys get all worked up without cumming." She helped him sit up, her touch gentle and caring. "The fresh air will help. And feeding the ducks always makes you happy."
Phillip moved gingerly, every movement sending waves of discomfort through his overfull balls. Getting his jeans on over the cage proved challenging with his lingering arousal.
"You're moving like an old man," Hannah giggled. "It's not that bad."
"It is that bad. It really hurts."
"Aww, poor baby." She rubbed his back soothingly. "Tell you what, if you're a very good boy at our picnic, maybe I'll ice them for you when we get back. Would that help?"
He nodded miserably, finally managing to get dressed. Hannah collected her things, humming happily to herself as if she hadn't just subjected him to exquisite torture.
"Ready?" She held out her hand, smiling that angelic smile that had first captured him. "It's such a beautiful day. Perfect for a picnic."
Phillip took her hand, following her out of his room on unsteady legs. Each step sent jolts through his aching balls. Six months. The number echoed in his head. Six months before she'd touch him again, and even then...
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Hannah paused at the front door. "Next time, I want to try for five ruins in a row. Wouldn't that be fun? We could make it a little game, see how many times I can ruin you before you go completely soft."
She squeezed his hand, beaming up at him with those innocent blue eyes that hid such delicious cruelty.
"I love you so much, Phillip. You're such a good boyfriend, letting me play with you like this."
Despite everything, despite the agony in his balls and the cage locked tight around his cock, Phillip found himself squeezing back.
"I love you too."
And he meant it. God help him, he meant it completely.
The picnic basket sat by the door, packed with sandwiches and fruit and bread for the ducks. Normal, innocent things that seemed surreal after what had just happened. Hannah picked it up with one hand, keeping hold of his with the other.
"Come on, slowpoke. The ducks are waiting."
She pulled him out into the bright afternoon sunshine, chattering about which pond had the friendliest ducks and whether they preferred white or wheat bread. To any observer, they looked like a perfectly normal young couple heading out for a romantic afternoon.
No one would guess that beneath his jeans, Phillip's cock strained against its metal prison, balls swollen and aching from three ruined orgasms. No one would suspect that the sweet blonde girl in the sundress had just spent the last moments torturing her boyfriend with the kind of precision that came from months of practice.
"We should stop at the store," Hannah said suddenly. "Get more bread. And maybe some frozen peas for later. For your poor balls."
Philosopher by night 
Pervert by choice 
Rebel by fate 
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