The Truest Control Ch. 04

"Um... Yes, yes I did, but aren't you going to finish?" Roger asked pathetically.

"You mean bring you to orgasm? Why would I do that?"

"Because... I need it. I need to orgasm."

"No, you don't. How long has it been since you last orgasmed?"

"A couple of days."

"A couple of days? And you think that you need to cum already? No way. You can last a good deal longer than that. And not only that... you want to." It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

"I want to?" he asked incredulously.

"Of course. You want to keep all your cum inside for me, because what you really want is for a woman like me to take control of your orgasms and decide when you may cum and when you may not."

And then, all of a sudden, it came into focus. Roger realized, with a combination of astonishment and terror, that she was right. He'd fantasized about orgasm denial; he'd dreamed of a woman denying him orgasms long-term, making him more and more horny until he was completely unable to resist her. And now, here was a woman who was about to give him exactly what he'd fantasized about for so long. Here was a woman who was serious about turning his fantasies into reality. It was the chance of a lifetime.

"You see? You'll keep yourself from cumming because I want you to. And because you want to."

In other circumstances, Roger might have resisted this idea, but he knew she was right. The longer he went without orgasming, the longer he wanted to go without an orgasm, and she had already brought him to the point of arousal where he was happy to let her take his orgasms away from him just because she wanted to.

"What if I change my mind?" Roger asked weakly. "What if I decide that I do want an orgasm after all, and masturbate myself to orgasm?"

"I'll know about it. I'll realize it. And it would make me very, very angry that you'd broken your promise to me. You don't want to make me angry, do you, Roger?"

"No, Queen Liz," Roger said, allowing his head to flop back onto the bed in defeat.

"Good. I'm glad you understand. I'd love to spend the night with you, but since it's my first night here, I think it's only proper if I go back home. Maybe next time I'll stay."

"All right... Goodnight, Queen Liz, and have a safe trip home," Roger said with apparent exhaustion.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked pointedly.

Roger raised his head to look at her in confusion. "What? What am I forgetting?"

She pointed down to her feet. "Do you expect me to go out in just my stockings?"

Oh yes, the shoes. He needed to put on her shoes and lace them up. They went back downstairs, and she again put her hand on his head to prevent him from moving it while he set to work pulling her shoes on and tying the laces.

When he was done, she put one of her feet on his head and pushed it down. Roger didn't resist, allowing his head to be pushed down to the floor, and once it was there, she kept her foot planted atop his head. The way his still-exposed penis sprang to attention when she did this was proof that he appreciated this gesture. "You like being in this position, don't you?" she asked him knowingly.

"Yes, Queen Liz," he responded, and it was true.

"Why do you like it, you pathetic wimp?" she asked.

"Um, because it feels like you're in complete control. I feel like you could do anything to me. And it reminds me of my place beneath you."

"Good answer, doggie," she said, taking her shoe off his head. "It's time for me to go now."

"Okay," he said quietly.

"Are you just letting me leave without showing that you care? Are you really that unromantic?"

Roger paused, but understanding seemed to pass between them, and after a moment, he got up, kissed her, and said "I love you, Queen Liz."

"I love you too, doggie," she said. "We'll see each other again soon." And then she walked outside, leaving Roger to spend a long night alone with a desperate urge to orgasm and a head full of thoughts he couldn't control.