Enlightenment

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"It's nothing personal," she said, "you just don't deserve an orgasm."

"But it's been almost two months!" I replied.

"You and I both know length of time isn't a determining factor."

"I've been servicing the girls daily the entire time!" I was getting desperate.

"Your actions aren't a determining factor, either, John. It's your attitude that requires changes. You're not automatically entitled to an orgasm just because you licked a few pussies."

"Please just tell me what I need to do to earn my orgasm! I really need this!"

"You just don't get it, do you? There's nothing you *can* do. It's an attitude adjustment, which is not a conscious decision you can make. I'm sorry I can't be more specific. The sooner you accept your fate, the sooner you'll be allowed to cum."

Her own attitude brooked no argument. I looked at the floor. When I looked back up, she was returning my application to me, "Denied" stamped in big block letters across the bottom.


I returned again the next week.

"I see on your application, you've listed under your rationale that you've doubled your workload, and now service each girl twice a day. You also say you keep yourself available. What do you mean by that?"

"Well," I cleared my throat. "I let them play with me whenever I want. They just need to ring me, and I stop by and let them have their way. Like this morning, Kara called and told me to come over. So I visited, and she tied me down and let me out, then edged me for two hours. Or yesterday, Laura had me give her a full-body massage, then clean her in the shower. She was so happy she was practically glowing. Things like that, whatever they want. It's painful if I'm in the cage during these times, but it's worth it."

"What do you mean by 'worth it'?" she asked.

"I mean, when I get to cum it'll be worth the torture."

She shook her head, inked up her stamp, and stamped the paper. Denied. I took the sheet and shuffled out of her office.


Two weeks later, I was trying again.

"This time, it says that in addition to everything else, you were constantly tortured. What do you mean by that?"

"Molly said that the daily teasing by all the girls wasn't enough. So she attached a vibrator to my cage. I wear it all the time now, when performing my duties. It makes me ache so bad!"

"That's very nice of you to let her do that, John. Do you think that's enough for you to cum?"

"I hope so," I said.

"Sorry, it's not. You may think you're very considerate, sacrificing your own comfort for them, but all you're doing is being selfish. You just want to cum."


I thought I was desperate to cum two months in, but now it had been four months. I felt like I was going insane from such intense teasing. Then, two days before my next visit to the office, something clicked. I understood what I had to do. Or maybe - what I had *not* to do. Sure, I still did everything I'd had to do in the past - the chores, servicing the girls, letting myself be used as a plaything, the constant teasing, the midnight visits to be edged, the routine punishments - everything. That was part of the daily routine, and truth be told, I'd grown to accept it. It wasn't perfect, but what was?

When I visited the office, under "Reasons I should be allowed to cum," I put "None."

She looked down and smiled. "You don't deserve to cum?"

"No, ma'am, I don't."

"That's more the attitude I was looking for. You *don't* deserve to cum. It isn't some right you were born with. It's a privilege we grant you. It's not something that we'll logically justify - it's a whim. I think you finally understand that now."

She stamped the application and returned it to me. Accepted.

"Please arrive at Auditorium 2B tomorrow, at 2PM. Cancel any plans you have for the afternoon."


I arrived the next day, uncertain but with high hopes. After all, my application had been accepted. I arrived, and she brought me on stage, where she tied me standing, spread-eagled. It was a small auditorium, basically a medium-sized room with graded seats, which were filled with the girls I'd been assigned to.

"John has finally accepted that orgasms aren't a right, they're a privilege we grant him - subject entirely to our approval. This morning we made our decision, and it's now time to reward him."

She began to pump me. And pump, and pump. She was very good; that's why she was in charge. I looked out at the crowd of gorgeous girls. I felt ashamed to be up here like this, but also proud. I'd finally been granted my orgasm! It was like a weight had been lifted from my chest. Sometimes I stared at a girl - at her cleavage, or her long slim legs, and so on. But when she made eye contact, I averted my eyes. It was embarrassing to make that connection. They say you should imagine your audience naked when you're on stage, but that's a terrible idea as well.

I won't bore you with the details of what happened over the next few hours. It was simply the most intense teasing I'd experienced.

Finally I could sense it moving to a climax. She was going faster and faster, and the girls started to chant: "Cum! Cum! Cum!"

I moaned as she reduced her stimulation to a single oiled finger massaging the sweet spot under my cockhead. I started to squirm as the orgasm rose inside me. And then -

nothing.

"NO!" I shouted. I'd shot two loads of cum out, and definitely felt something, but it wasn't a full orgasm. "NO!"

"John... John!" she slapped me "John, you got an orgasm. I understand it wasn't satisfying to you. That's not the point right now. You've only just accepted that orgasms are at our whim. You didn't think you were going to be rewarded for four months of selfish behaviour, did you? We need to start with a clean slate. Maybe you'll get your orgasm afterwards."

The same thing was repeated again - ruined orgasm after ruined orgasm. I started to grow sore. I was just as horny, but now felt... empty. As she said, she was "cleaning the pipes."

Soon I was really desperate. I'd so anticipated being able to cum. It had seemed like maybe all the months of constant teasing would be worth it for the explosive orgasm I expected. But now my cum, and all that potential, was pooled in a puddle on the stage floor. Soon I was crying. A beautiful, wondrous orgasm had just been stolen from me.

After the last ruined orgasm, she said "That's all, John. You've had your cummies for now. I think we can all agree that you've been emptied out, even if you didn't enjoy it much. Return to my office next month and we'll see if you've progressed to the next stage of Enlightenment."

[JelloBoy]

Nice!!

[wonderbo]

Great story! I think I'll ruin my next orgasm.