Tabitha's Tease: The Expanded Edition

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Andi & Thom: TZR Sweethearts

Is it the end of term already? My, how time flies when you’re having fun! Or, I guess I should make that “when you’re having orgasms.” Poor baby, I bet this semester has really been dragging on for you, hasn’t it? You did get a nice Christmas present, I know. I helped give it to you. You really were squirming, you know, with all of us working on you at the same time. Boy, did you make a mess when you started spurting. What was that, three month’s worth? Oh, I know we decided to tickle you afterwards, and then there was that bucket of ice cubes, but still, you got to come, didn’t you?

So, tell me—how has it been, being a s*x-slave? Lots of boys would give anything for the privilege, you know…or at least they think they would. I guess nobody knows for sure until it really happens, right? After all, you’re not really a slave until you don’t have a choice. Until then, it’s just a game. A very sexy game, but still a game.

But look at you. How long ago did we go past your limits? You really started begging, and I could tell it wasn’t an act. You were so desperate, and it was absolutely real. God, it turned me on so much. I got so wet I nearly came on the spot. Remember? Several of us girls had to do something, and you were already so crazy you started crying. I had my first multiple orgasm. Mmm. * Kiss * Thank you, desperate c**k. You really turned me on.

It’s really funny. When we started, way back in the fall, I only planned to give you to Tau Zeta Rho for a week. That was the initiation rule. I got you all teased up and tied up and promised that in exchange for letting them have you for a week, I’d give you two days of anything you wanted when it was all over. Of course, you really didn’t have much of a choice, did you? I mean, I had you completely at my mercy, and you were going to be a tease-and-tickle slave no matter what. You were lucky to get any sort of deal at all, and you just hoped that I was going to keep my promise.

Oh, I had an incredible week, playing with the other slave boys, getting it on with girls for the very first time in my life, really letting my freak flag fly. I never knew just how much of a kinky streak I really had until that week. It went a lot deeper than I even suspected. By the time the week was over, I was totally into dominating boys, and I knew that I was going to turn you into a real slave-boy, not just a one-week toy.

Some girls take a real active hand in training their boy-toys, but I left you to the other girls that week. I wanted to sample everything Tau Zeta Rho had to offer, and I knew at the very end you’d be waiting for me, and I could do anything I wanted with you. I did come and watch from time to time. Did you know that most of the dungeon rooms have mirrors made of one-way glass? Whenever you saw yourself in a mirror, there was probably someone…maybe several someones…watching you. Maybe getting off while watching you getting teased, or tickled, or humiliated. Isn’t that a sexy thought? Imagine someone secretly coming while you writhe in frustration. It happened. It happened several times. I know, because I came at least three times while watching stuff being done to you. Twice I was m**********g, legs spread wide, all naked, just feet away. Once one of the sorority sisters was between my legs licking me to orgasm while I fondled my own breasts. Don’t you wish you could have seen that? Or would that have just made it completely impossible for you?

The last night of Slave Week, they staked you out all naked and spreadeagled on a table in the middle of the main dungeon chamber along with the other boy-toys whose weeks were up, and all the sorority sisters ganged up on you. I think their favorite sport that night was tickling, and by then everybody knew what a tickle-puppy you were, so I think you really got the worst of it. After a while you got so hoarse you couldn’t even scream or laugh any more, and you were so weak your thrashing even quieted down, but I came over and was looking right into your eyes and I could see that you were suffering outrageous agony. Two girls were tickling your feet, there was a girl tickling your belly and the ridge right around your hipbone, and there was a girl running her fingers up and down your sides and attacking your pits, and your poor c**k was dripping and throbbing and purple and completely untouched and I think you were crying. I kissed you because your pain turned me on so much. To my amazement, I started coming, right there, without being touched.

At midnight, your slave time was up, and I led you away. You were in handcuffs still. I decided to take you into one of the dungeon cells and shackle you back down just like you were still a slave. You protested that it was supposed to be over and that I’d promised to get you off. I told you not to argue, that you were in no position to bargain. I started to cocktease you again. Slow strokes up to the edge, then release at the exact moment, so I could watch your face as you squirmed in s****l agony. When you began to calm down, I did it again. And again. And again. Soon you were pleading, desperate, begging for relief. I asked if you wanted to be my slave. You said yes. I asked if you’d still say yes after I gave you an orgasm. And you said yes again, and I could see in your eyes that everything that had happened to you had been real torture, and yet you did want to be my slave.

That’s when I made you come. I straddled you and took your c**k inside my p***y and f****d you, making you beg me and tell me over and over again that you’d be my slave as you came.

That was the last orgasm you had until Christmas. And Christmas was the last orgasm you had, period.

Shall I torture you more, my slave? It is torture, isn’t it? You hate it, it drives you insane, and you can’t stand another second of it. I know. And yet you’re still my slave, and you’ll stay my slave, won’t you? Oh, how delicious. How exciting. Every time I think about it it makes me so wet I just have to come. Drives you crazy, doesn’t it? Making me come with your mouth while you have to throb and suffer…or even worse, watching me masturbate while you’re all tied up and helpless…or worse yet, watching as a girl or another man takes care of me in the way you so long to do… Mmm, I’m thinking about it right now. I’ll have to do something very soon. You know how much I hate to wait for my pleasure. I can’t imagine what you must be going through. I think I’d die. Is that how you feel? Your c**k weeps constantly. Is it weeping for the orgasm it can’t have, or are those tears of joy instead? Do you love suffering at my hands?

I’ve kept you here in my bedroom for the past week, serving as my intimate slave, bathing me in the morning, giving me a loving massage at night, licking me to orgasm several times each day. Your c**k is securely imprisoned and the key dangles from the silver chain around my neck. I only unlock your c**k when your arms and legs are firmly shackled down, as they are right this minute. It always springs out hard and purple, ready to be played with. Do you think this time I’m going to let you come? Will this time be different?

I like to tease you by pretending that I’m going to give in and let you have an orgasm just this once, if you do something special for me…and then frustrate you at the very last second. They say hope springs eternal, and by the look on your face when I stop stroking you or sucking you and giggle as you twitch and throb helplessly, it must be true. I feel like Lucy pulling the football away from Charlie Brown—you boys never learn, do you? That’s okay. I love you like this.

This weekend we’re going to the Tau Zeta Rho house. They’re having another of their “special parties.” You know what that means, don’t you? Lots of pretty girls to humiliate you, tickle you, spank you, trick you…all while they giggle and mock and tease. Even after all these months you blush every time.

The Tau Zetas are planning a contest, and I’ve entered us in it already. Us girls are going to show off how well trained our slaves are and how much teasing they can withstand. We’re going to practice tease techniques for the rest of the week so you’ll be a babbling wreck by the time I get you up there. I plan to win, and I want you to be the best trained slaveboy on stage. If you lose, I’ll punish you. If you win, I’ll punish you as well, but I’ll pick one of your favorite punishments, okay?

Oh, I see the look of horror on your face. Yes, it’s public humiliation time again. You always tell me how much you dread it when I take you up on stage and make you do degrading tricks in front of the girls to show how well trained a slave you’ve become, but that c**k of yours stays rock hard, so I think you like it at the same time. Yes, of course you do. Beg for mercy all you want; it’s still going to happen. Got it?

You’re my little tease-and-deny s*x puppy, aren’t you? Admit it—you love it and you want me to do more and never stop, right? And at the same time you can’t stand a single extra second and if you don’t come right now you’re going to go stark raving mad and explode? That, too? See, baby, I understand. I understand everything. This really is torture, what I do to you. On some level you love it, but it’s still torture. But you see, that’s what turns me on the most. I love torturing you. I love the fact that you suffer nonstop but you can’t bring yourself to make me stop torturing you. Poor baby, what a terrible dilemma. For you, that is. For me, it’s a dream come true.

So you’re in for another long day of tease-torture, c**k-slave, with occasional breaks for p***y service. This evening my friend Suzi, the new TZR, is coming over for a few tips on breaking a male. You won’t mind being our demonstration dummy, will you? I hear she’s showing serious promise as a tickler. I also think she’s very cute, and I’m looking forward to some serious girl-girl play. If you’re very good, you might get to watch, and maybe fetch drinks and towels. Is this too much? Too bad. The more you suffer, the more turned on I get. As I said, it’s a dream come true.

Tabitha’s Tease