Enlightenment, II
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 6:46 pm
Yesterday I was finally allowed to cum, after waiting four months, but it was a ruined orgasm - or rather a series of ruined orgasms.
This morning, upon waking, my penis was intensely sore, but I was just as horny as two days ago. It was so unfair! Here I'd finally acknowledged that my orgasms weren't a right I deserved, but a privilege they granted me.
I stopped by her office later.
"So here's the deal, John. Now that you've become a bit more enlightened about your orgasms, we expect you to learn quicker. So you're only scheduled to apply once a month now, rather than once a week. We expect this will make you much more thoughtful. You're to continue your duties as before during this time. Here's the form. I'll see you in a month."
And that was it. I couldn't believe I had to wait another month! I looked at the form. It had fields for some basic information: name, DOB, and so on. There was only one substantative question: "Why do we allow you to cum?"
Gulp. I certainly didn't want to get this one wrong.
I'd spent a lot of time thinking about it, and only responded in the most cautious fashion. Now I was sitting in her office again. She made some casual inquiries:
"How has the past month been?"
"Well, to tell you the truth it's been really painful. I started just as horny as before you let me cum, and it feels that my desire has grown exponentially over the past month."
"Why do you think that is?"
"Part of it I suppose is just how the chemicals that trigger desire work. But the girls tease me more and more as well. Like they just spent a day tickling my dick with little paintbrushes, inside its cage. You can see the bruising from it pressing against the bars. Or they invite their friends over and have me do humiliating things."
She bit her lip: she was clearing enjoying this. "Such as?"
"Last week they made me masturbate in front of them. They made me edge repeatedly and beg them to cum, even though I knew I wasn't allowed. It was so embarrassing. They even made me beg their friends, who I'd never met before!"
"I see," she said. "Let's take a look at your form. You say that we allow you to cum as a reward for good behavior. Can you explain this response a little?"
"Well last month when you made me cum, you said that you ruined my orgasm because I didn't deserve a reward. So I figured that when you did choose to let me cum it would be as a reward."
She nodded. "That makes sense to me... but it's not the right explanation. Please come back next month and try again."
I stumbled out in shock. Another month and I'd have gone half a year without a full orgasm!
The next month was an utter disaster. I don't even want to talk about it. Suffice it to say I made a fool of myself, and was subjected to intense (in my opinion, overly intense) punishment. I just got carried away and thought I'd deserved more after six months.
Now, a month later, it had been seven months, to the day, since my ordeal began, and here I was back in her office.
"John, I know we met after your punishment ended, but how has the time since then been?"
"It's been so embarrassing. It gets more and more embarrassing."
"How so?"
"Sometimes..." I cleared my throat and felt my cheeks burning. "Sometimes they take me out. And they'll find a cute girl and make me approach her. And they tell me what to say. Like 'I'd love to fuck you but I'm not allowed to cum,' or 'My penis isn't too big, but I'd love to eat you out.' Their favorite is making me ask 'Do you want to see me masturbate?'"
"What's the response?"
"Most of the time they'll be disgusted and walk away, and sometimes they'll slap me. But sometimes they'll say yes. And then the girls make me do it, but they won't let me cum of course. They pull me and the girl I've just approached into a bathroom somewhere and block off the door, and then they'll have me strip naked and start jerking off."
I could see a bead of sweat on her forehead. I wondered what she was thinking. "What do they do then?"
"Well some of the girls will just sit back and watch, like they're watching TV. But some girls will come up and rub against me. Others will even try to 'assist' me. Sometimes they take pictures with their phones, or make fun of me. I really don't like it."
"Well, there's not much I can do about it, John. It's something you just have to accept. I'm only a supervisor, they make the decisions."
I nodded.
"Now, what is your response? We choose to let you cum because... because we're so charitable? That's a bullshit response if I ever saw one. We're not charitable, we're self-centered bitches, but so what? Don't try to get cute and flatter us, John!"
She returned the form to me. Denied.
I was really getting desperate. There seemed to be no limits to the girls inventiveness. I had to cum, and soon. I put all my effort into the next month's solution. I considered every angle, and all her responses, until I finally thought I'd solved it.
"So, what's the response this week, John? Because we're magnicent people? Because we're perfect?" She laughed and shook her head. "Ok, you wrote 'Because it gives you pleasure.'
"Well I'll be - that's exactly it. It took you long enough to figure that out. We only let you cum because it gives *us* pleasure. And here I thought the solution was so simple. It seemed pretty obvious to me at least. Ok John, we'll see you in Auditorium 1B at 1PM tomorrow."
I was overjoyed but cautious in my optimism. What if this was just another trick to ruin my orgasm? Still, I could barely sleep from all the anticipation!
I arrived at the Auditorium at 12:45 and was shuttled on stage. This auditorium was larger than the last one, and it was full up. The girls invited their friends and some of the people they'd made me approach.
My arms were pulled straight up over my head and fastened; my legs were pulled apart. With everything secure, they finally removed my cage. I grew erect almost instantly. She began to make a speech to the audience, who I tried to ignore.
They'd all clearly anticipated a long period of teasing, but almost as soon as she began I was on the edge. She toyed a little bit, but it was clear that I couldn't hold out for long, so she began to give me good firm strokes. Soon I could feel my orgasm approaching, like a train thundering down the tracks. Three strokes away - two strokes - one stroke - and she stopped!
"Aaaaggghhh!" I screamed, while the audience broke up in laughter.
Fuck! She'd ruined it again! I tried shaking my hips to get enough stimulation, but it didn't work. Two shots of cum and my orgasm stopped. The train was derailed. They pulled the same thing, repeatedly. She asked for volunteers, and they each ruined an orgasm until my desire puddled, spoiling, on the floor.
I looked at her with puppy-dog eyes, my cheeks burning.
"You're probably wondering what you did to deserve this, aren't you? And the answer is nothing. Orgasms are for our pleasure, not yours, and don't you forget it.
"You have, however, advanced a stage further. And the time between your visits to my office has again increased. Here's the question you have to ponder: 'Why does letting you orgasm (or not) give us pleasure?' I'll see you in two months, John."
This morning, upon waking, my penis was intensely sore, but I was just as horny as two days ago. It was so unfair! Here I'd finally acknowledged that my orgasms weren't a right I deserved, but a privilege they granted me.
I stopped by her office later.
"So here's the deal, John. Now that you've become a bit more enlightened about your orgasms, we expect you to learn quicker. So you're only scheduled to apply once a month now, rather than once a week. We expect this will make you much more thoughtful. You're to continue your duties as before during this time. Here's the form. I'll see you in a month."
And that was it. I couldn't believe I had to wait another month! I looked at the form. It had fields for some basic information: name, DOB, and so on. There was only one substantative question: "Why do we allow you to cum?"
Gulp. I certainly didn't want to get this one wrong.
I'd spent a lot of time thinking about it, and only responded in the most cautious fashion. Now I was sitting in her office again. She made some casual inquiries:
"How has the past month been?"
"Well, to tell you the truth it's been really painful. I started just as horny as before you let me cum, and it feels that my desire has grown exponentially over the past month."
"Why do you think that is?"
"Part of it I suppose is just how the chemicals that trigger desire work. But the girls tease me more and more as well. Like they just spent a day tickling my dick with little paintbrushes, inside its cage. You can see the bruising from it pressing against the bars. Or they invite their friends over and have me do humiliating things."
She bit her lip: she was clearing enjoying this. "Such as?"
"Last week they made me masturbate in front of them. They made me edge repeatedly and beg them to cum, even though I knew I wasn't allowed. It was so embarrassing. They even made me beg their friends, who I'd never met before!"
"I see," she said. "Let's take a look at your form. You say that we allow you to cum as a reward for good behavior. Can you explain this response a little?"
"Well last month when you made me cum, you said that you ruined my orgasm because I didn't deserve a reward. So I figured that when you did choose to let me cum it would be as a reward."
She nodded. "That makes sense to me... but it's not the right explanation. Please come back next month and try again."
I stumbled out in shock. Another month and I'd have gone half a year without a full orgasm!
The next month was an utter disaster. I don't even want to talk about it. Suffice it to say I made a fool of myself, and was subjected to intense (in my opinion, overly intense) punishment. I just got carried away and thought I'd deserved more after six months.
Now, a month later, it had been seven months, to the day, since my ordeal began, and here I was back in her office.
"John, I know we met after your punishment ended, but how has the time since then been?"
"It's been so embarrassing. It gets more and more embarrassing."
"How so?"
"Sometimes..." I cleared my throat and felt my cheeks burning. "Sometimes they take me out. And they'll find a cute girl and make me approach her. And they tell me what to say. Like 'I'd love to fuck you but I'm not allowed to cum,' or 'My penis isn't too big, but I'd love to eat you out.' Their favorite is making me ask 'Do you want to see me masturbate?'"
"What's the response?"
"Most of the time they'll be disgusted and walk away, and sometimes they'll slap me. But sometimes they'll say yes. And then the girls make me do it, but they won't let me cum of course. They pull me and the girl I've just approached into a bathroom somewhere and block off the door, and then they'll have me strip naked and start jerking off."
I could see a bead of sweat on her forehead. I wondered what she was thinking. "What do they do then?"
"Well some of the girls will just sit back and watch, like they're watching TV. But some girls will come up and rub against me. Others will even try to 'assist' me. Sometimes they take pictures with their phones, or make fun of me. I really don't like it."
"Well, there's not much I can do about it, John. It's something you just have to accept. I'm only a supervisor, they make the decisions."
I nodded.
"Now, what is your response? We choose to let you cum because... because we're so charitable? That's a bullshit response if I ever saw one. We're not charitable, we're self-centered bitches, but so what? Don't try to get cute and flatter us, John!"
She returned the form to me. Denied.
I was really getting desperate. There seemed to be no limits to the girls inventiveness. I had to cum, and soon. I put all my effort into the next month's solution. I considered every angle, and all her responses, until I finally thought I'd solved it.
"So, what's the response this week, John? Because we're magnicent people? Because we're perfect?" She laughed and shook her head. "Ok, you wrote 'Because it gives you pleasure.'
"Well I'll be - that's exactly it. It took you long enough to figure that out. We only let you cum because it gives *us* pleasure. And here I thought the solution was so simple. It seemed pretty obvious to me at least. Ok John, we'll see you in Auditorium 1B at 1PM tomorrow."
I was overjoyed but cautious in my optimism. What if this was just another trick to ruin my orgasm? Still, I could barely sleep from all the anticipation!
I arrived at the Auditorium at 12:45 and was shuttled on stage. This auditorium was larger than the last one, and it was full up. The girls invited their friends and some of the people they'd made me approach.
My arms were pulled straight up over my head and fastened; my legs were pulled apart. With everything secure, they finally removed my cage. I grew erect almost instantly. She began to make a speech to the audience, who I tried to ignore.
They'd all clearly anticipated a long period of teasing, but almost as soon as she began I was on the edge. She toyed a little bit, but it was clear that I couldn't hold out for long, so she began to give me good firm strokes. Soon I could feel my orgasm approaching, like a train thundering down the tracks. Three strokes away - two strokes - one stroke - and she stopped!
"Aaaaggghhh!" I screamed, while the audience broke up in laughter.
Fuck! She'd ruined it again! I tried shaking my hips to get enough stimulation, but it didn't work. Two shots of cum and my orgasm stopped. The train was derailed. They pulled the same thing, repeatedly. She asked for volunteers, and they each ruined an orgasm until my desire puddled, spoiling, on the floor.
I looked at her with puppy-dog eyes, my cheeks burning.
"You're probably wondering what you did to deserve this, aren't you? And the answer is nothing. Orgasms are for our pleasure, not yours, and don't you forget it.
"You have, however, advanced a stage further. And the time between your visits to my office has again increased. Here's the question you have to ponder: 'Why does letting you orgasm (or not) give us pleasure?' I'll see you in two months, John."