"It's been a long time since I allowed you to come," my wife said. "But today, finally, your waiting is over."

"Thank you, Mistress," I replied.

We made our way to the bed, and she instructed me to strip naked. She then secured my wrists and ankles with leather cuffs, leaving me completely immobilized. As she removed her clothing, she sat atop my face.

"First of course, you have to take care of me," she said. "I'll tease you while you work on my clit, but if you come before I do, you'll be severely punished: no more orgasm for you in a very, very long time. Is that understood?"

I nodded in agreement, and she lowered herself onto my mouth. Eagerly, I began licking. Meanwhile, she started to pleasure me with her lips, moving gently up and down. The intense sensation, after three weeks of orgasm denial, was almost overwhelming, but I knew I had to resist. I had made her come three times the day before, so even my well-trained tongue would need some time to satisfy her. I tried to ignore the burning desire for release that was growing within me. However, she soon stopped her stimulation, much to my relief, and began moaning loudly. Her juices slowly fell into my mouth, and I reveled in her taste.

Of course, she had no intention of stopping her torment. With one finger, she began to gently tease my manhood, now slick with her saliva. I started to feel uneasy. If the sensation from just one finger was this intense already, it wouldn't take much for her to bring me to climax if she chose to do so. And I knew how eagerly she would relish punishing me in that case. In an attempt to delay the inevitable, I began licking her as quickly as possible. To make matters worse, I knew that maintaining the position where she sat on top of me was making it difficult for her to reach climax.

Her finger eventually left my twitching penis in peace, allowing me to focus solely on her pleasure. But then she started to stroke my penis with her full hand. The strokes were not fast, her grip was not tight, and I knew that, in the state of utter sexual frustration I was in, the edge of my orgasm was not very far. Panicked, I intensified my licks, but she noticed and increased the pace of her stroking accordingly. I knew I could not last very long.

"Don't you dare come before I do," she said. "Do you have any idea how many months you'll stay denied if you do?"

Far from helping me, her threats turned me on further, and I felt the inevitable cliff of orgasm draw nearer. But then, just when I hit the edge, one second before the point of no return, she stopped. Whether my moans or the movement of my hips betrayed the intensity of my pleasure, I did not know.

"I stopped right on time, didn't I?" she quipped.

One minute of frantic cunnilingus later, she started again to stroke me.

"But I won't always be that generous, especially if you don't lick me better than that," she said teasingly. "So if I were you, I would hurry finishing your little assignment."

How many times she brought me to the brink of orgasm, I cannot remember. My brain seemed to stop functioning, overtaken by the pleasure and the aching need to finally climax. But somehow, I kept licking her, and eventually, after what seemed to me a very long time, she came on my face. As the orgasmic waves crashed on her body, her body crashed on me. My face was covered in her juices.

For a few minutes, she stayed close to me, lying with her head resting on my shoulder, taking time to recover.

"You've been a good toy today," she whispered in my ear. "So you are entitled to your reward."

She slowly teased my erection with one finger.

"But for submissive husbands, even rewards come at a price. I am sorry."

"What do you mean?" I asked, slightly anxious.

"Well, you'll cum alright today," she continued. "But I won't stop at one orgasm."

She started to stroke me again. I gulped. Being attached, I was completely at her mercy. Of course, I could use my safe word anytime, but I did not intend to. I wanted to take whatever she had in store for me. She covered my manhood in lube, explaining:

"This will make everything more intense."

After three weeks without any orgasm, the feelings that accompanied the ejaculation were incredibly intense. Following a dozen edges, the orgasmic contractions were at the border of pain and pleasure. This was undoubtedly the best orgasm of my life. However, as she had announced earlier, she did not stop there. Instead, she continued to stroke me, hard and fast.

"I won't stop," she declared with a smile, "until you come again. And then I'll still continue a little bit, just for fun. So if I were you, I'd try to have a second orgasm as quickly as possible."

Since then, I have learned that after men experience an orgasm, their bodies release a hormone that makes further genital stimulation unpleasant. Some would say painful. This evolutionary mechanism ensures that intercourse stops after a man ejaculates to prevent disturbance of the semen in the vagina, thereby increasing the chances of procreation. Or, depending on your point of view, a godsend gift to dominant wives who like to tease their submissive husbands.

The first few minutes were the worst. Her stroking, instead of producing the usual delight of sexual pleasure, was sending a burning sensation across my penis. This was such a confusing, kinky feeling. My whole body was trembling. I loved it. I hated it, too. But mostly, I loved it. My body wanted the stimulation to stop, but my mind wanted it to continue. I wanted her to be ruthless with me. I could take even more.

After a while, I started to lose my erection, and the discomfort faded a little bit. She reapplied lube and continued her stimulation. Eventually, I grew hard again, and pleasure was growing inside me. It was a delicious, intense kind of pleasure, almost like the aftertaste of a painful sensation. Growing harder and harder, I felt the release coming closer. The orgasm that followed was incredible. In a state of complete bliss, my moans were so loud that the whole building probably heard me. But of course, she would not stop.

"Just a little bit more," she whispered. "Come on, you can take it."

My penis was on fire; I was shaking. And then, just when I was starting to get soft again, she finally stopped. She lay next to me, gently kissing my neck, ears, and cheek.

"Look at the mess you've made," she exclaimed, laughing. "Time to clean it up."

She rubbed her hand in the pool of semen that was resting on my belly. Slowly, lovingly, I licked her delicious, sticky fingers.