Sam's CockTease Therapy Pt. 09

After Vivi teased Sam on the webcam, sexing him up and then shutting him down, so to speak, he was left alone to ponder the things she said. She told him she was going to "give him" fetishes...fetishes for her big breasts, her fluffy angora sweaters, and her long, shiny red fingernails!

He knew what fetishes were, but he never really thought he had any, and he kind of felt like they were dirty or wrong in some way. To be fixated on certain parts of women's bodies or to be fascinated with their clothing seemed disrespectful and inappropriate somehow, and he always associated fetishes with a kind of depraved sexuality that he didn't find appealing.

As he thought about it though, he considered all the pretty young girls he had been noticing at his Southern California university, particularly the way they dressed and how they presented themselves. He realized that he had begun to find certain aspects of their femininity to be quite intriguing. He was finding himself attracted to girls with big breasts and girls who dolled themselves up with sexy, glamorous makeup and "big" teased hair.

Although being attracted to girls who looked like that seemed quite normal for almost any red-blooded male, Sam suddenly realized that this fascination he was starting to have about certain very specific characteristics of these girls was somewhat fetishistic in nature. And maybe it was okay...

For example, he loved looking at their big breasts when they wore nice tight sweaters or low-cut tank tops, and he really enjoyed watching the way these girls' boobs bounced around, jiggling to and fro as they strutted around campus. Hmm...maybe he was already developing a big tit fetish!

Just watching certain well-endowed girls flaunt their breasts like that was starting to become very exciting for him, and he seemed to be getting a kind of voyeuristic thrill just by looking at them. So it seemed as though that particular fixation was already developing...

The next thing Vivi mentioned was her long sexy fingernails, and unlike the more common sight of big-breasted girls, not many girls at the university had nails like that. Still, every once in a while he'd see a really pretty girl, all babed up and sporting very glamorous looking long nails. He found himself just staring at her shapely hands and slender feminine fingers, tipped by those long, shiny red or pretty, girly pink nails...

Suddenly, it hit him! Wow, this really was a kind of fetish, wasn't it! Still, the rarity of seeing any girls with slutty nails like Vivi's was all the more reason he was slowly becoming more and more infatuated with HER in particular...

In fact, it was suddenly quite obvious to Sam that Vivi's little plan to give him fetishes was already well underway. Images of her and all the other pretty ladies on campus began to dance in his mind as he contemplated the idea that perhaps he really DID have fetishes for certain things already. Somehow, all these other women, whether they knew it or not, seemed to be teaming up with her to get him all nice and fixated on exactly the things Vivi mentioned...

And then his thoughts led him to contemplate her statement about making him focus in on her gorgeous angora sweaters. And sure enough, he realized, before she even introduced herself to him she already been attracting him to her with the pretty, furry angora items she sometimes wore to class.

Sam loved to look at her whenever she wore one; he already found her to be wonderfully feminine and appealing with her full-figured upper body all wrapped up in soft angora. That particularly luxurious fabric was just so enticing and sensual, and it really summed up her wonderfully classy and elegant style.

But now that she had teased him with an angora sweater in private, up close and personal at her apartment, letting him feel its heavenly, furry softness on his aching erection, he had become quite fixated on them. It was clear to him that this particular activity had become a kind of sexual training of sorts, causing his body to respond whenever he thought about it.

Whenever Vivi wore one to class or when he would see her in the hallway wearing one, his breath would quicken and he would instantly start getting aroused. Watching her just be herself and work her magic on every guy in sight when dressed in a furry angora sweater was just unforgettable! And sure enough, whenever he saw her doing her thing, it would only take a minute or two for Sam to become completely turned on...and fully erect.

It seemed that she was wearing them more often now too, now that she knew she had enticed him in an intimate fashion with them, and she was making it clear that she was doing it on purpose, just to tease him further. Whenever she'd see him looking at her, she would take every opportunity to casually caress the soft fur with her hands on her arms, making him long to feel it on his own body or be allowed to touch it himself.

She had also begun making not-so subtle adjustments of her big boobs underneath her fluffy-soft sweaters while he watched too. She'd slide her sexy-nailed fingers under her sweater to adjust her bra strap, or she'd slowly lift up her boobs with both hands on the sensuous fur. Best of all, somehow it would always seem to happen when she knew he was watching...

Continuing on, Vivi's perfectly round, large breasts had become absolutely irresistible to him at that point too, ever since he had noticed them when he began seeing her in classes - quite a while before she had showcased them for him in the private pics she sent him that first week.

But even that was nothing compared to the way she had teased and tantalized him with them at her place! Watching her slowly and seductively take off her fluffy white sweater, revealing her big lovely melons to him had made quite an impression on him...and really gotten into his head.

And finally, Sam's thoughts drifted back to those long, sexy, shiny red fingernails of hers. Sam had noticed them when he first saw her, and although he found them quite glamorous, he hadn't paid much attention to them at first, at least compared to the rest of her. Ever since the first time she propositioned him, though, when she used them to titillate his body right there in the hallway at school, his fascination with them began.

And things only got worse as she continued to tantalize him with them, repeating her stimulation of his body with them on several more occasions. The flirty, sensual touching she gave him in public served to remind him of the more erotic, sexual teasing she had given him in private, and by now he found himself staring at them whenever he was around her, wondering what other kinds of wonderful pleasures she would use them to provide him with...and more importantly, WHEN she might decide to do it...

My, my, my, it really DID seem that Vivi had already begun to get him all focused and fixated on these little goodies of hers - certain little things she was flaunting and offering! Suddenly her statement about giving him fetishes for all three of the things she mentioned was making quite a bit of sense... she was really making it clear that she meant what she said about giving him fetishes for her big boobs, her angora sweaters, and her long, sexy fingernails.

Sam's mind reeled as he continued to ponder that he already had increasingly intense fixations on all these things, and yet she had still casually announced that she had even more plans in store for him with regard to intensifying these desires!

In any case, as the semester continued, Vivi continued teasing him visually to excite and attract him, using all of these increasingly familiar feminine charms and tantalizing techniques. But in addition to all the wonderful showing off she was doing for him, she took great delight in continuing the delightful but tortuous pattern of wicked little mind games too.

She clearly enjoyed enticing him with every trick in her book but also liked to ignore him at the same time, and the mental effects of this were quite diabolical. She really went out of her way to set him up just so she could shoot him down, and it had Sam right on the edge of his seat, wondering if and when she would share even the slightest bit of her delicious affections with him again...

For example, in classes she began using those slutty red fingernails of hers to captivate him, tapping them casually on her desk, playing with her pencil with them, or running them through her long, silky blonde hair. She also began putting on a little display where she'd rest her nails on the desk, then glance at him to see if he was watching, and if he was, she'd look down at her hand and lift up her sexy little pinky-nail, which was usually painted all gold and sparkly, giving it special status over the rest of her nails...

Holding it up away from her hand, she'd smile sweetly, glancing at him and then looking back down at her sparkly pinky-nail to encourage his attention to it. And then she'd move it around slowly in a small circle, very suggestively. Oh, the wonderful symbolism this represented, that of having him wrapped completely around her little finger, dangling helplessly from her sexual string...

She had also taken to twirling a loose lock of her hair between two fingers while he watched, and this was quickly becoming a favorite pastime of hers. Her sexy red fingernails were on full display when she did this, and she'd bat her eyelashes or wink suggestively, staring back at him with a knowing smile whenever she caught him looking, which was pretty much all the time!

And of course, whenever she felt like it, she'd approach him in the hallways and flirt with him, resting her sexy-nailed fingers on his arm and saying provocative things, showcasing her fantastic body right before his eyes. Like always, she'd stimulate him with those sexy nails too, dragging them slowly up and down his arm or reaching out and tickling his chin with one of them. And then, predictably, she'd end the conversation abruptly whenever some little thing distracted her, like an incoming text or seeing a friend in the hallway, and she'd abandon him with a sexy wave as she marched off, giggling in triumph over him...

All in all, it seemed that her intention to ensnare him and get him all infatuated with those sexy fingernails of hers (as well as everything else she liked to use to her advantage) was well underway! It was so obvious how comfortable she was being in that position, being in such complete control of him like that, and Sam always felt quite helpless and inferior when she focused her attention on him.

And of course, part of the mind game was that whenever he tried to initiate the smallest bit of interaction with her, she'd casually ignore him, while at the same time continuing to demonstrate how she could have him eating out of the palm of her hand whenever she wanted him. Poor Sam was really starting to go completely out of his mind for her!

He had simply never been treated this way before, and despite his frustration at her openly manipulative games, he simply had no choice but to just go along for the ride. He knew full well he could stop the wonderful torment at any time by not doing her schoolwork for her anymore, and he even considered stopping it several times. 'This is it', he thought to himself, 'I've had enough of this girl's cruelty, I'm gonna stand up to her and tell her to go do her own work!'

But her mysterious and magical hold over him was just too great, and he just couldn't bring himself to stop doing what she wanted. Every time he worked up the nerve to confront her, he'd take one look at her as she smiled and batted her long eyelashes at him, and he'd just melt into a spineless puddle of desire. He loved the way she was teasing and tantalizing him too much to end it, and it was worth it to let her play her wicked games with him in the hopes that his obedience would eventually be rewarded...

So instead, he just kept letting her have her way, doing her homework for her and waiting patiently for whatever little tidbits of her feminine affections she decided to offer him. The rest of the time there was nothing but wicked teasing and tormenting, with her taking every possible opportunity to visually tempt and coax him into pursuing her, only to shoot him down the moment he made any pathetic attempts to approach her or talk to her!

Anyway, all of this continued for several weeks, during which time Sam still had not had a sexual release. His normal pattern of daily masturbation had completely stopped, and he knew he couldn't even touch himself much at all without risking an orgasm. He had never been through anything like this; he was starting to become aroused at the drop of a hat, but he was fully committed to holding out just for her!

To make matters worse, Vivi had backed off of giving him any intimate rewards during that time too, not sending him any more pics at night or inviting him over her place on the weekends. Sam knew full well she was doing it on purpose; she had given him a taste and was purposely withholding more...and he was completely powerless to do even a single little thing about it!

Instead, to taunt him mercilessly she began sending him text messages at night that made little triumphant references to the teasing techniques she had employed during the day. For example, she would refer to how much she loved showing off her sexy fingernails for him in class, or she'd ask him if he liked her in the pretty angora sweater she wore during that particular day.

Suggestive references to her big breasts and how appealing they looked in the fluffy sweater of the day abounded frequently too. And she seemed to send these provocative texts to him on days when she had been completely ignoring him otherwise, paying it cool with him during school but then warming him up with her provocative messages at night.

Of course, Sam simply ate up these little tidbits of attention and enticement, and he would respond to her seductive messages instantly and enthusiastically. But his approving responses to her bait would be met with no response from her at all, which would leave him waiting for something that never came, obsessively wondering what the hell was going on. It was incredibly well-executed mental cruelty...but still, for some reason, Sam just loved it!

But then..finally, right when Sam was starting to go completely out of his mind, she sensed it somehow and decided to throw him a bone, so to speak. So one day she slipped him a note in class telling him to meet her up in the props room after school that day.

Sam's heart did flip-flops when he read it, and he looked at her as she winked seductively at him from across the room, smiling sweetly. He had hoped that all his hard work would be worth it sooner or later, and now she was luring him with a suggestion of some private time together. As he stared at her, his breath quickened and his cock instantly jumped to a fully aroused erection...and it began pulsing in his pants with anticipation.

The props room was a place where all the equipment for plays and other school performances was kept; it was up above the main auditorium and always kept locked. That afternoon, Sam went up the stairs leading to the entrance to it, and there was Vivi, waiting for him with a big mischievous smile on her face. She reached out and dangled a key suggestively between her long-nailed fingers, and Sam was instantly captivated and mesmerized by it as she swayed it back and forth.

She looked down and saw the bulge in his pants, which had started the moment she slipped him the note in class and remained that way the rest of the afternoon. Her eyes twinkled with excitement, because right away she knew she had him right where she wanted him!

She must have gotten her hands on a copy of that key somehow, and Sam wasn't at all surprised that she would have enough sway with one of the teacher's assistants to obtain it. After another moment or two of showing it to him, smiling at him and dangling the key while he watched, she took hold of it between her pretty fingers. Then she inserted it purposefully into the lock in the door, pausing for a moment to glance back at him, and turned it...

As she did that, Sam had a chance to feast his eyes on her attire, and when he saw how she was dressed it was clear that today she had something special in mind for him. She wore an absolutely stunning fire-engine red angora sweater which had an elegant low-cut wrap-style design. It was form fitting and long sleeved, covering her arms in the fluffy red angora fur. But it was also a crop-top style that left her waist and tummy exposed, and she had a gold, sparkly rhinestone belt tied around her waist with some loose extra length dangling down one side.

Sam had actually already seen her briefly that day in one of the school hallways, and as she pranced by him (completely ignoring him, of course) he had taken particular interest in her incredibly attractive red sweater, immediately noting that it was one of her sexier ones. But as he inspected her now, he instantly realized that she had added some little enhancements to her attire for the occasion with him today. His breath quickened as his eyes danced around all over the sight of her, noticing new little details...

She had some gold necklaces of different lengths draping down from her neck, one of which had a gold heart charm at the end that dropped all the way down between her breathtaking cleavage. Some shiny gold bangle bracelets wrapped around her wrists, and rhinestone hoop earrings dangled in lovely fashion from her shapely ears, peeking out from underneath her soft, golden blonde teased-up hair.

As the door swung open, she looked back at him, flashing her pearly whites through the big smile on her face, not saying a word as she simply beckoned him to follow her into the room. As she marched in, Sam's eyes moved down her body, and again, more of her outfit was on display. What he saw next truly revealed more about her erotic intentions for him on that particular day!

She had on a short, tight, black leather miniskirt, paired with sheer, shiny black pantyhose over those wonderfully tanned and toned legs of hers. But the most incredible finishing touch was her thigh-high black leather spike-heeled boots! As his eyes moved down and then back up over every inch of those incredibly dominant-looking boots, he immediately realized that she had NOT worn them to class earlier in the day, so she must have stashed them somewhere and busted them out...just for him.

That made him feel very special, realizing that she had chosen to share these wonderfully seductive boots with him and him alone. But at the same time, the sheer sexual and erotic power over him that they represented served as a kind of statement, and it instantly established the dynamic of total superiority she wanted to feel for that particular encounter. Sam's heart pounded as the realization of this simple fact sank into his very soul.

As Vivi sashayed across the floor, he followed her slowly so that she was a few steps in front of him, and his eyes were drawn somehow to the bottom half of her body. He just stared at her trim waist with the sparkly belt wrapped around it, her tight leather skirt, and those kinky boots! She was putting on quite the tantalizing show as she sexed up her strut quite deliciously too, a technique he had seen quite a few times, but it was just as seductive every time.

She took small, purposeful steps, swaying her hips from side to side, making her ass piston up and down as she moved into the center of the room. And then she spun around on those kinky high-heeled boots to face him. Flashing him a wonderfully enticing smile, she tossed her hair to one side and threw her hips out, striking a very exaggerated, arousing pose and holding it.