The promise of the tease

This is a request from someone who knows me in real life. I don't get those very often. I was surprised when she made the request, too; I'd always thought of her as a domme, not a sub. But hey, you learn something new every day.

Take me, for example. Today, I learned that when I let my mind write in the second person, it gets REALLY sadistic. And the poor sub in this story today learned that a little bit of knowledge can really, really suck.


The Promise of the Tease

           There we go. Are you nice and uncomfortable? Good. Then we’ll begin.

            Go ahead. Test the restraints. I know you like cuffs. Can you feel them moving around on your skin? I bet you’re wondering if you can slip your hands out of them. Did I lock the cuffs on too loose? Maybe with a bit of squirming, you’ll be able to break free. It might cost you a bit of skin, but you can try. Go ahead. Struggle. I love it when you struggle.

            Of course, getting your wrists out of the cuffs won’t do anything, will it? For all you know, those strips of leather on your forearms are manacles. I could have just left the chain a little bit longer than the cuffs, and you’d never know it. You could be tied up so much tighter than you think you are. What do I care if you get a few centimeters of extra movement? Maybe I want to see you squirm.

            Actually, there’s no maybe about it, my dear. I definitely want to see you squirm. That’s not a power thing. It’s not that I want to watch you writhe in agony or wriggle in pleasure simply because I can see and you can’t. It’s not about controlling which one – pain or pleasure – makes you move. It’s not about controlling the noises you make. It’s not about the power. It’s about pleasure. My pleasure. I enjoy watching your squirm. I like knowing what’s going on when you don’t. I like knowing what’s coming.

            There are a few things I want you to know about, though. Things I want you to expect. I wouldn’t want you to get scared and over react. Wouldn’t want you to freak out. But it’s more than that. I also just want you to know what’s coming. I want you to know what I’m going to do, so you can wonder. Every time I start something, you can wonder what I’m going to do, how far I’m going to go this time.

            Let me give you an example. I am going to make you cum. I’m going to make you have the most astounding orgasm you’ve ever experienced. But not until I’m ready for you to have it. Until then, every time you get close, I’m going to shock you. Not enough to do any damage, and certainly not enough to knock you out. But enough pain that you won’t be able to push over the edge. And to make it even more fun, I expect you to tell me when you’re getting close.

            One of the times you ask, I’m going to give you permission. I’m going to let you go ahead and cum, let the orgasm flood over you, let you float on the endorphins. That’ll happen. Once. The other times, you’re in for a painful shock. One that you will, quite literally,  beg me for. Will I let you cum the first time? The tenth? The fiftieth? Only time will tell, my dear; I certainly won’t.

            I’m also going to pierce your nipples. Eventually. First, I’m going to play with them. I might clamp them. I might just twist them. Maybe I’ll flick them, maybe I’ll rub them. Maybe I’ll lick them for a while, then pinch them. Maybe I’ll pierce them slowly. Maybe I’ll do it quick. I’ll definitely press sharp things against your skin. Some of them will puncture your skin. But I’m not going to stop until the piercing is through and sterilized, until the piercing is as complete as it can be. There will be blood. I’m prepared for it.

You’re just going to have to wonder, have to ask yourself if this torture is the one that will result in a new piercing, or if I’m just fucking with you. You can suffer from the pain or you can let yourself float on the endorphins. Of course, if you feel like you’re getting close to cumming, then you’ll have to beg for permission. Which I might give you.

I considered choking you a bit. Maybe not enough to stop you from breathing, just enough to make it harder. Enough to make you gasp for each breath, to make you work for it. I could put an egg timer on the table here, and choke you until the timer dings. I think I’m going to do that, in fact.

More than that, I’m going to give you some incentive. If you tap out while I’m choking you, I’ll stop. You can use your safe word then or not; that’s always up to you. But if you don’t tap out, if you make it until the little bell rings, then I promise I’ll let you cum one time sooner than I have planned. So while you’re there, gasping for air, feeling your consciousness slipping away, wondering if it’s worth it to let me keep going, just remember: letting me continue will get you an orgasm that much sooner. You can always tap out. But if you do, won’t you wonder? How much longer was it? Another five seconds? Another two?

I won’t be disappointed in you, I promise. I can’t promise that you won’t be disappointed in yourself, but that’s not really up to me. Is it?

I’m also going to drip a candle on you. The entire thing. Maybe it’s a birthday candle. Maybe it’s one of those huge tapers. It might leave a stain of wax on your skin, it might cover so much of your torso as to be a second skin all itself. Will the next drip be the last drip? I could tell you.

But I won’t.

Still don’t want to struggle against the cuffs? Good for you. I’m so proud. You’re doing amazingly well, considering. I mean, I never mentioned sex. I never mentioned how I was going to make you want to cum in the first place. Will I fuck you?

No, I’m not going to fuck you. It has nothing to do with whether or not you’re worth it. Don’t think like that. Don’t wonder if I’d consider it soiling myself to actually fuck you. That’s not a line of thinking you should go down. Let’s not talk about whether you’re worthy of sex. Don’t think about how desperate you may or may not be. It’s not in the cards, dear. I’m not going to fuck you.

I promise, it has nothing to do with how disgusting I may or may not find you. It’s about control. Honestly. I’m not sure how well I would be able to control myself. And we wouldn’t want things to end too quickly, would we? Wouldn’t want to have me cum and leave you there on the edge, would we? I might get bored and wander off, forgetting all about you. Maybe I’d leave you tied up while I went and cleaned myself off. That would just be cruel.

So I’m not going to fuck you. I have a vibrator. Vibrators are wonderful things, don’t you agree? I can set it to a specific speed, maybe one that would put you on edge but never put you over it. Then I could leave it there. Maybe duct tape it to your thigh while I make dinner. You could ride that edge, and then I could shock you again, just to pull you back from it.

Or I can use it to penetrate a little bit. Enough to make you want to cum. Enough to make you beg me to shock you.

I want you to know: the vibrator I have is pretty powerful. It has a lot of speeds. One of them is so high, according to the manual, that it guarantees orgasm within thirty seconds. I wonder if that’s true. We may have to put it to the test. I don’t see how faster vibration makes for faster orgasm. But I DO have a stop watch. So we can see if you need the shock before the twenty ninth second.

Hold still now. I’m going to light the candle. Don’t worry; it’s far enough above you that the wax will have cooled before it hits your skin. It’ll still hurt, of course. But no damage. Wouldn’t want to do any damage.

What I will do, though, is adjust the height of the candle. It can get surprisingly close without risking any of that damage. And if I pull it far enough away, the wax may have cooled so much that it’ll bounce right off you when it hits. And when I put it close enough, it’ll hurt so much you’ll think it will leave a scar. It won’t. But it will feel like it will.

I’ll tell you what: I promise that there will only be one single drop of wax from that distance. So when it hurts the most, whenever that is, you can rest assured that it will never hurt that much again.

Of course, if it ever does, that just means that I wasn’t as close as you thought I was. So there’s that. But if you can tell me when it’s the closest, if you guess which one drop hurts the most… well, I’ll let you orgasm one time sooner.

How long am I going to drag this out, do you think? I’ve offered two ways to let you cum sooner. Does that mean I’m going to shock you three times? Maybe I won’t shock you at all. No. Where’s the fun in that? I’m definitely going to shock you.

How many times is up to you. And up to me.

But we have all night.

I think, before we really get started, I should shock you. Just one time, really quick. Maybe half as long as I plan to later. That way, you’ll get an idea of what’s coming. You’ll know what it will be like. And I think I might shock you a little bit longer each time. Or maybe not. We’ll see.

For now, let’s begin, shall we?