(A very happy birthday to @teased4entertainment!)

Sarah sat in the dark. Blind. Unable to see or move as the restraints held her tightly to the chair. The magic wand vibrated her pussy incessantly; never enough to get her over the edge, but always enough to keep her shamefully aroused. The bulbous head of the toy was soaked in her juices, and her thighs quivered as she hovered just shy of an edge. It was as if the toy was designed for her pussy; as if it knew exactly how to arouse her without giving her any hope of relief.

A door opened somewhere in front of her, and before Sarah knew it, she felt her bonds being loosened. She was pulled off the chair and dragged unceremoniously down a long hallway. Her cunt throbbed painfully, and she could sense the droplets of her arousal hitting the ground between her legs as she stumbled between her captors. How long had it been since she’d had an orgasm? How long had she spent in that infernal punishment cell? Her Master had told her she would be placed there until he saw fit to remove her… had he decided her fate? She had little time to wonder as she was stretched out on a bed and firmly bound in place.

She heard the familiar footfalls of her Master enter the room, along with what sounded like two women in high heels. “Hello Slave,” he greeted. She heard the two women move onto either side of the bed and lift her bare feet into the air, exposing her dripping cunt. “Do you know what day it is today?” she moaned something incoherent, which drew a chuckle from him, and she felt his weight shift the bed between her legs. “It’s your birthday, little slut. And so I’ve devised the best gift for you: my undivided attention on your cunt. Doesn’t that sound heavenly?” The fresh wave of cream from her swollen pussy answered the question for him. “Ladies,” he said to the two women. “Begin.” At his command, they began to tickle her sensitive soles. Their long, manicured nails scratched at her soles, dug beneath her toes and tormented the balls of her feet.

Meanwhile, she felt the familiar contours of her Master’s mouth envelop her pussy. He suckled her clit, drawing his tongue up and down her drenched folds and swirling the tip around her clit. She gasped and moaned, her hips rocking desperately. If the vibrator had been torture, his mouth was pure Hell. He knew exactly how to keep her on the edge of orgasm, and he took full advantage of holding her there. Keeping her balanced on a knife’s edge of pleasure and torture. Holding her there and making her ache and beg for it, although he paid the latter no mind.

He would pull away, lapping at her clit like a dog, before swirling his tongue deep within her. His hands gripped her butt, holding her wriggling hips still as he tongue-fucked her without mercy. The two women continued to tickle and tease her feet, keeping their actions in tune with her Master’s. Whenever he was harsh on her clit, pushing her rapidly to the edge, they increased their ticklish torment to keep her from cumming. She squealed at the unfairness, trying to pull her feet free, but to no avail. Their grips were far too strong.

Her Master pulled his mouth away after what felt like an eternity, fluttering a finger over her sensitive clit. “What’s funny, slut, is that you don’t want to cum… do you? You want to stay here, on the edge, for as long as I want you to. You enjoy the torture. The tickling. The teasing. The ever-present ache between your thighs. Why? Because you’re a denial slave – that’s why. Deep down inside, you want this. You don’t want that orgasm – that’ll be over in a second. All that pleasure gone in an instant… but this? The arousal stays with you. The pleasure never fades… does it?”

She was about to respond when two fingers slipped inside her, teasing her G-spot. Sarah let out a guttural moan as he slowly slid back and forth, holding her a hair’s breadth from an orgasm. “Tell me you don’t want it. Tell me you want to stay just like this forever and I’ll make all your dreams come true. Tell me you never want to cum again.” Sarah threw her head back and forth. No! It wasn’t true. She wanted to cum. She wanted that release. She wanted to feel her sodden pussy clamping around his fingers as she gushed onto his hand. She wanted to cum like a whore, over and over and over… and yet even as she denied it in her head, she heard her own voice spill from her lips. “Please…” she whimpered, her lips trembling. “Please… never… I never want to cum…” a shudder wracked her body as his thumb brushed her clit. “I never want… to cum again. Please… Master…”

Even through the haze of arousal, Sarah could feel the smile on his face. Hear it in his voice. “Good girl… say it again.” She let out a tortured sob, tears pricking at her eyes. Would he do it? Would he really keep her denied forever? His cruelty seemed to have no end. No depth. The oceans were mere puddles compared to the torture he’d already wrought on her since she’d submitted to him. Could she withstand it? Her train of thought was shattered as an ice cube began to slowly make its way up and down her pussy, cooling the superheated flesh. The two women stopped tickling, instead beginning to lovingly suckle her toes and run their tongues along her soles. She cooed and moaned, her hips bucking despite the ice.

“Such a good girl,” her Master praised as he lifted her hips. She felt the cold steel of a chastity belt as he began to slip it around her hips. Sarah squirmed as she felt him slide a knobby insert into her pussy, and a familiar tingling took hold. Arousal gel! The bastard was going to fill her up and lock the damn thing inside her. She was going to go crazy! She moaned and begged, but he just shushed her instead. “Ssshhh…. no need to beg, little slut. I’m just granting your birthday wishes.”

Before she knew what was happening, Sarah heard the click of the lock. Her Master withdrew the key, held it up before her eyes, and showed her a pair of pliers. With slow, methodical precision, he cut the key in half in front of her eyes. Shock and arousal flooded her system in equal parts. This was it! He’d cut the key!! She was trapped in the belt for good!

Tears began to trickle down her face. Tears at the orgasms she would never have again. Tears at the thought of her pussy, throbbing in arousal and soaking up every drop of the arousal gel. Her Master smirked at her, winking. “Now… maybe there’s a spare key. Maybe there isn’t. You’ll never know. But in the off chance that I do have a key, I suppose you should do your best to please me, shouldn’t you?” he locked eyes with her, watching the tears run down her cheeks. “Now… what would you like for your birthday… make it a good wish. Something that would entice me to tell you if a key existed or not.”

Sarah took a deep, shaky breath. “I want to suck your cock, Master…” she said, sniffling back her tears. “Let me show you I’m a good denial slut. Please?” Her Master didn’t say a word. He simply patted her cheek, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and shoved his cock between her lips. Sarah began sucking for all she was worth, moaning around his cock as her pussy creamed beneath the belt.
This was her life now… a denial slut, on her knees, sucking her Master’s cock.

