The Femdom Witch and her Concierge Ch. 02

"Not cumming isn't so bad anyway. It's much more difficult to fall asleep when your cock is still so hard, but once you do sleep, you have the nicest dreams. Horny dreams, like I haven't experienced since I was a teenager."

Lenore paused her writing to take a different book out of her travel bag, Colm spied the words "Things to try" written on the spine as she flicked it to a heavily bookmarked page with the heading 'sexual experiences' and added the words "tease and denial" to what looked like a long list.

After she'd finished writing, she put her pen down with a 'whew.'

"I hope I didn't make you too embarrassed. I've certainly learnt a lot from you today young Colm. I'll be very interested in checking back in with you later to learn some more about what it's like to be in a female-dominated sexual relationship."

"No, not at all, I'd be more than happy to answer any questions you have, " Colm replied. His raging erection reminded him just how much he had enjoyed answering Lenore's questions.

"Just for full disclosure, Meridin has asked to read over all my notes from any answers you give me," Lenore said, closing the book and whisking it away into her bag.

***

Later that night, Colm felt the strange out-of-body pulling sensation that meant Meridin was calling him through the magical bond between them.

As he entered he found Meridin sitting at the table.

"I'm hopeful the rest of our party will be here either tonight or tomorrow. Once they're all here, we'll plan how we are going to split up and investigate the town, see if we can find whatever is causing all these earthquakes." Meridin said while folding up her map and clearing her papers from the desk.

Colm spotted that the book on top of all those papers was the notebook where Lenore had written all the sordid details about how much he was enjoying having Meridin dominate him.

"But until then, I think I might owe you a little reward. I know I pushed you hard to get here first. And you've been so useful to me on the road with all the massaging with extras." Meridin leaned back in her chair, parting her legs slightly, her hand reaching down and gently rubbing her thigh.

"I've enjoyed the extras you've been giving me, and I think it's about time I gave you some kind of a reward," Meridin said, dropping her hand to her thigh, her fingers suggestively pointing towards her pussy.

Her dress today was pure black, coming only to her knees. Somehow this dress appeared even blacker than the others he'd seen her wear, its pitch black colour of her skirt only made her creamy white thighs look even paler. Even after travelling with her for weeks, Colm was no closer to solving the mystery of where all these dresses came from. But right now, he couldn't give a second thought to the dress, only what she had under it.

"I read Lenore's notes about you, you know. I heard you say how much you enjoy going down on me."

"So here's your reward," Meridin said, flicking her dress up and spreading her legs wide. "Eat my pussy. Make me cum. If you do a good job I might reward you with the 'tease and denial' you claim to love so much. Might even teach you some new words like 'edge' and 'ruined orgasm' to go with them."

Involuntarily, Colm let out an excited moan as Meridin shifted closer to the front of the chair. He moved to drop down on the floor in front of her.

"Uh, uh, uh!" Meridin tutted. "You're forgetting something. Strip."

Colm turned to face her and started to strip the way she liked, slowly taking off his top and then his pants, leaving him in his underwear. Meridian ran her hands down his arms, squeezing his biceps in the process. She then pulled his underwear down in a fast and forceful motion, laughing to herself as she did. She gave his butt cheeks a squeeze saying "I do like a man with a butt," to herself in the process. Colm wished he could deny that his butt was that big, but more than a week in the saddle had made his behind even more noticeable.

Then, without warning, Colm found himself compelled to dive to his knees before her. It felt like a giant hand pressed on the back of his head, forcing him down. He didn't understand why she used his bond as her thrall to force him like this, he'd gladly go down willingly.

But he couldn't deny that the feeling of being naked, kneeling on the floor in front of a fully clothed powerful woman turned him on mightily. There was such a thrill to be used purely for her pleasure.

"Your reward," Merredin began, moving her butt as far forward in the chair as possible "is to eat my pussy. But if you do a really good job, I might return the favour. But only if you give me a really good orgasm."

Colm dutifully began kissing her thighs, starting down near her knee and slowly moving up her leg.

Suddenly, he felt her use her powers of compulsion on him again, this time forcing him forward. His lips, still puckered from kissing her thighs landed straight on her labia.

"No teasing! Just lick me already." Meridin ordered.

Colm didn't need to be told twice, he dove tongue first into her, licking and exploring her all over, letting her excitement build before settling his tongue on her clit.

He settled into a rhythm, rolling her clit under his tongue. He listened to her body cues, trying to figure out when she was ready for him to ever so slightly build the pressure. She was starting to rock her body back against him, grinding her clit on his tongue, in time with each stroke he made.

He was starting to wonder if it was time to move things up to the next stage when his arm moved all by itself. He could feel her compelling him to curl his first two fingers and position them at her opening.

"Your fingers. Now." Her order this time was sharp, punctuated with sharp intakes of air.

He entered her, keeping his fingers curled in the same shape she had compelled them into. His fingers thrusting in the same rhythm as his tongue, curling up inside her as if to rub her clit from behind.

She was fully bucking against him now, not the gentle rocking she was doing a moment ago. Her moaning interspaced with exclamations of "oh yeah" and "don't stop."

Meridin placed a hand on the back of his head now, holding him firmly down against her. She looked down for the first time and made eye contact with him as he continued to work his tongue and fingers in unison.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Meridin let out, her legs slamming into the sides of Colm's head as she climaxed. She threw her head back, eyes closed, squeezing his head even tighter with her thighs as she did so.

For the briefest moment, she unmasked their bond, allowing Colm to feel a the last aftershock of her orgasm. The pleasure from even this small snippet of her orgasm made his vision go momentarily as he almost fell forwards. Amazing as the small taste of her pleasure felt, he couldn't help but wonder if this was the aftershock, how strong was the earthquake?

He felt only the smallest amount of jealousy, mostly he was just proud that he was the one who had made the ground shake for her.

She shifted back in her chair, flicking her dress back down. Colm thought she looked so natural, sitting, fully dressed behind a table covered in books and maps. If someone walked in the room right now, they'd barely be able to tell she'd just used her thrall to make herself cum. That is, apart from the naked Colm, still kneeling on the floor in front of her.

"Was that good for you Mistress?" Colm asked, mindful of her earlier promise that she'd only reciprocate if he gave her an amazing orgasm.

Meridin still had her hand on the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair as she thought of her reply. "It was only ok, maybe a five out of ten. This chair is uncomfortable and I couldn't sit at quite the right angle, so I couldn't quite get in the right mindset. I'm still deciding if it was a good enough orgasm for you to cum as well."

"Maybe you'll get to cum. Maybe you won't. But judging by Lenore's notes, that's how you like it," she added teasingly.

She ordered him to stand, and to leave his hands behind his back. With a wave of her hand, he could feel the now familiar tight feeling on his wrists as she bound them together using a weave of air.

Her hand wrapped around his cock and started to jerk it excruciatingly slowly.

"Edging," she explained. "Is where you take someone to the very edge of orgasm, and then stop. Let them recover, and then do it all over again."

She started stroking him in earnest now, fast and furious this time like she was trying to win a race. Colm could feel his orgasm building and did all he could to stop himself from cumming.

"How many times am I going to edge you? And am I going to let you cum, at the end of all this edging? I don't even know," she said teasingly.

And then she stopped and let go of him completely.

His cock shook, he was closer to the edge of orgasm than he thought possible. But he managed to hold the feeling at bay and not tip over the edge. The feeling was so intense, part of him wanted to stay in this moment, and another wished she'd go just a little bit further and let him cum.

"How many times do you think I'm going to edge you? That was once."

Again she grabbed him and again started jerking him heatedly. He hadn't fully recovered from the previous edging, he was so close to cumming, he would barely be able to last seconds longer. She taunted him as she jerked him "Remember our bond, I can feel exactly what you feel. I can feel how close you are to the edge. I know exactly when to..."

"...Stop." Again she removed her hand right on the precipice. Again he felt the agony of being brought right to the edge, only to feel the anticipation of orgasm slip away unfulfilled after her hand left him. "That's twice."

This time rather than grip his shaft with her fist, Meridin pressed her thumb onto the head of Colm's cock and ran around in tight, hard circles. He was so soaked with precum her finger glided easily, allowing her to rub her thumb faster and faster. His cock ached so much from overstimulation that the rubbing was almost painful.

"Ow," she said with a look of painful annoyance crossing her face. "That's torturous. I don't know how you can stand it, I can't stand it. I'm going to have to mask our bond." She returned her thumb to running circles on his cock, but this time with a cheeky smile, obviously no longer affected by the second-hand feeling of the agonising mixture of pleasure and pain Colm's cock was suffering.

She kept harshly rubbing his tip until the pleasure of his building orgasm started to replace the pain of being overstimulated. But just as he thought he might cum, again she stopped.

"That's three times I've edged you now. Now that it's too torturous for me to feel your feelings through our bond, it's up to you to not cum. Promise me that you won't cum until I tell you to."

Colm was desperate to cum and end this excruciating edging. But he also knew he had to do exactly as she asked, so he relented and agreed to continue being edged. "Yes Mistress, I promise. I won't cum unless you tell me to."

"Good." She said, gripping his cock again and started jerking him furiously like before. Again he was taken to the edge, desperately waiting for her to permit him to cum.

Then she stopped again. He struggled to keep his orgasm at bay, not sure what punishment she'd dish out if he came without permission. Colm drew in deep gulps of air, trying desperately to distract himself from his impending orgasm but he wasn't sure he'd be able to hold on much longer.

"That was four," she said as she reached out towards his cock again. Colm had recovered slightly, but each time she restarted on him, he was closer to the edge than the last time.

He found himself staring off into the distance, silently begging for anything other than another round of this torture. Any other sensation would be welcome now, he thought to himself.

He got his wish as her hand gripped itself tightly around his balls.

She gripped him tighter now. Squeezing his balls beyond the point of playfulness, to the point of pain. As painful as it was, Colm was glad for the relief of not being edged again. She squeezed them even tighter.

With her right hand, she grabbed his cock, still leaving his balls in the vice-like grip of her left hand.

She started furiously stroking him again. The time she'd spent painfully squeezing his balls had left his shaft and head enough time to recover from the previous edging. This time he was enjoying the feeling of her hand jerking his cock so much that he could almost ignore the feeling of her other hand squeezing his balls.

He could feel it rising again, he was so close to cumming. He tried to look away. Bite his tongue. Squeeze his thighs. Anything to take his mind off cumming.

All of a sudden both her hands left him.

No more stroking. No more squeezing.

He stared helplessly at his cock, as it twitched involuntarily as if still being jerked by an invisible hand. Even the slightest touch would make him cum now. Seconds passed as his cock just hung there in the air. Untouched but still building towards orgasm.

"Cum" Meridin cooed.

Her instruction was all he needed, he couldn't stop it now. He stared down helplessly as his cock released stream after stream of cum onto the floor. He longed to feel the exhilaration which normally accompanied it, but found nothing.

It was such a hollow feeling, the relief from being able to physically cum, but without the ecstasy of orgasm.

Meridin didn't allow him time to recover from his ruined orgasm before launching into some teasing. "That was a big one, hey? How many times did I edge you? Four? Five if you count the one right before your ruined orgasm. I don't think I've ever seen you cum that much" Meridin said with sadistic glee. She was still enjoying herself. It certainly was a lot of cum, but Colm wasn't ready to joke about his orgasm, he was still feeling the loss of its associated pleasure too keenly.

"Alright then, time to clean that up," Meridin said, indicating downwards with her eyes.

"But my hands are still tied," Colm said, testing to see if she'd released the magical bond binding his arms behind his back.

Meridin didn't respond, apart from raising her eyebrows suggestively and then looking back down.

Colm stood perfectly still. What else could she mean? With his hands tied, what could he possibly clean up his cum with? Unless she meant... His mouth? He looked at her pleadingly, asking with his eyes not to do it.

"Just clean it up with a rag this time," she said, waving her hands in the direction of his bonds. Colm was overjoyed to have movement of his hands back, but couldn't help but be a little concerned about her choice of words, that he could use a rag to clean up. This time. What might she want him to do next time?

As he was cleaning the floor, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in Romlyn," Meridin said, but the door handle had already started to turn before she'd even started her sentence.

Colm watched as a lady dressed head to toe in dark red strode confidently into the room.

"You've got him right where he belongs," the red witch said pointing down at Colm.

He felt pathetically tiny. Here he was, naked, cleaning on the floor on his knees as the two fully clothed witches stood above him.

"Colm, meet Romlyn. For the next few days, you'll be following her every command."

A sadistic grin spread across Romlyn's face. Colm couldn't help but remember Meridin's earlier warning about how much Romlyn delighted in making men suffer. What could she possibly have in store for him?

To be continued...