Teasing & Denial (Suitable Topic for Discussion?)

[MacPeel]

I hope I am not too forward by opening this topic for discussion and being very frank about it. I suspect that Teasing and Denial holds the secret Key to how a woman may be able to condition and train a male to serve her. First some His-story, eh?

My first experience with women was just before the sexual revolution; at least before it hit this part of the country. That would be around late sixties. Yeah, I’m Fifty-something!

Life itself back then was one big scene of teasing and denial. To be walking the halls of Junior High School with voluptuous, freshly developed young women was such a turn on that my grades went all to hell and I wore one long sweater my mother had knitted for me every day for the whole year, because the only way I could make it through the halls without embarrassment was to pull it down past my crotch and hold my books over my bulging privates. Of course, every class was “about” whatever beautiful girls were sitting in the room… whatever the teacher may have thought the class was about.

My family’s neighbors next door had two very attractive girls, one my age and one the year older. The younger would sleep over with my sister now and then and I’d lie in bed with the moon shining through the window half mad to go climb in bed with her and fondle her beautiful body. Of course, I didn’t dare.

By the eleventh grade, some very nice girls were interested in me. And I dated several. But back then, most girls might neck and kiss you, but very few would let you really touch them. I recall that one real beauty – a blonde that resembled Yvette Mimeux -- from St. Augustine girl’s school broke up with her boyfriend to go with me. She taught me how to French Kiss, out in my parent’s car. The first time she thrust her tongue into my mouth and made me chase it back past her lips and half way down her throat, I swear it was better than most of the real sex I’ve had in my life. But she never let me touch her breasts, and of course, she wouldn’t even consider touching me in the private manner. That had to wait for the next girlfriend.

The first girl broke off with me because, in her words, “all you want to do is make out in the car.” Well, if she would have granted me some relief, I probably could have gotten into other things, and that’s not meant to be a pun!

The next girlfriend was a brunette with fabulous breasts. Very soon after our first outing, we ended up in her parent’s basement with her blouse pulled up and my face buried between them. Eventually, I managed to get her alone now and then long enough for her to give me a few quick and very amateurish hand jobs. Except for the “relief of stress,” it was not very satisfying, partially because it was fast and hurried and did not allow for the extreme accumulation of erotic energy that a heavy make out session with no other touching can create.

If you wonder where I’m going with this, it should be obvious. Wouldn’t it have been super if these young women would have very simply tied me up and teased my most private parts for a long time, without allowing me to come? Let the energy build and build and cast their magical spell upon me until I was out of my mind delirious with frustrated desire. Of course, I had no idea about such things then. But it seems I was already “hooked” on the feeling of extreme teasing arousal with no hope of relief.

After I eventually started having sex with a girl I was going with, I forgot about the feeling of denial. We did it like rabbits, almost every day and everywhere. We eventually broke up because I was a real jerk. I was not happy about losing her, but I did it because I’d met a much older woman who I was seeing on the side.

The older woman (32 to my 21), had a book in her collection that described the art of Teasing and Denial. But she refused to practice it on me. Although she was cheating on her husband while he lay drunk in the living room, and although we were cheating on my girlfriend who was at work. She was too good or holy or whatever to engage in kinky sex! Go figure.

Finally, a couple years after that, I met a woman who worked at a Deli sandwich shop. She was a beauty about as old as the older woman above, but with red hair. We flirted for weeks, whenever I came in to eat. Finally I slipped her a note when her boss wasn’t looking and got her number and asked her out.

Our very first date we visited the Art Museum and walked through the gardens after we finished looking around inside. Surprisingly, she let me French kiss her and feel up every part of her body with no argument. Right out in the gardens! I thought I was in luck, but it turned out she was divorced with two small kids. She was also a Catholic and not on the Pill; and she was afraid that if she gave me what I wanted (sex) I would leave her pretty soon. She was probably right about that too! So her solution was to NEVER give me any sexual stimulation beyond deep kisses and letting me make free with her body and get her off multiple times each night. She seemed to wear clothes that were designed to grant my eager hands easy access to her breasts and Vulva, and she writhed and moaned and came with the slightest touch down there, whether it was in the movie theater or in her big Oldsmobile parked someplace. We spent many long evenings parked in her car with me bringing her off over and over, stewing in my own juices because she wouldn’t touch my erection, note even through my jeans.

Now the interesting thing about this, and about the early girlfriends, is that as frustrated as I would get, I would never even think of going home early. Even when I knew from experience that I had no hope of being sexually stimulated even a little bit, let alone given an orgasm… even then, I would stay out with a girl until the last possible moment when I had to get her home.

After more than three months of the situation with the second older woman, she decided we knew each other well enough to have sex. I had done my best to eat her several times in the car (getting a stiff back) and she wanted more of that. She would not take me to her place because she though it bad to mess around when her kids were around. Finally a friend of mine was out of town for several weeks and he left me the key to his place. So I took her over there.

What a disappointment! She was very repressed and the couch was so old and ruined that my back was aching in moments. She wouldn’t go in the bedroom (did I say “repressed.”) We had to use a condom, and this was before the AIDS scare too. She was not going on the Pill for anyone! So it wasn’t very romantic and it wasn’t very enjoyable. And a short time after that night, she started bugging me to marry her! I did not stick around very long, let me tell you. So her prophecy about my leaving was self-fulfilling.

Now this woman was extremely dominant, but being religious and living in those times, she repressed it. I mean, she got angry if she had to pay for something when she was buying it herself. She would give me the money and make me pay the cashier, just for the sake of appearance. Repressed!

Knowing what I know now, the optimum relationship (if she’d not been so repressed and traditional) would have had her teasing like crazy and not letting me come but once in a blue moon, but fondling my privates on every occasion and probably tying my hands just to be safe. She’d have claimed the right to be orally gratified whenever she desired. She’d have made me give her 70 percent of my paychecks. She’d have claimed the right to give me demerits for every little infraction and cane my naked bottom until I was in tears whenever the points totaled high enough.

I am very sure that if she would have known enough and been bold enough to suggest it, I would have accepted her demands, all to have my genitals fondled and teased with no hope of relief, for hours on end… when ever my good behavior had earned me that reward.

I can almost hear her voice right now telling me, “But I don’t want you to come tonight after I’ve worked so hard to get you so hard and worked up. I don’t want you to come and spoil it all and roll over and go to sleep. I want you to desire me all night long. And all week long. If you really loved me, you wouldn’t expect to come every time we get naked and do things together!”

I also know that I’d have gone along with the same program with the earlier girl friends.

And so… Ladies of Mystress Academy, I think you can believe me when I confide in you. My fondest desire in this modern age is for a wise, self-confident, and dominant Woman, including a Professional Dominatrix, to train and condition me and offer to give me the most intense and erotic sensual genital pleasure, but only if I agree to sacrifice my ejaculation and accept the Teasing and Frustration of Denial as the End-in-itself.

Of course, I wouldn’t expect a Pro Domme to kiss me and make out with me. And she could probably insist that for the first twenty minutes I do it myself, with my own and, under her stern direction, just to be sure I wasn’t a cop. I do believe she could insist that in any session where I would be granted genital stimulation, she would need to cane me first, just to let me prove I was not a “mere thrill seeker.” I’m an accomplished foot reflexology massager, so a foot massage will also be in order.

Comments anyone?