The Venus Ladytrap 

She first got the idea when looking at mousetraps; yes, mousetraps.
Mousetraps are the reasons of my desire's sorrowful predicament.

You see, the main problem is not only are us poor boys unable to resist
any chance at relief, but worse, we don't even realize how little
chance we really have. As our minds are subsumed with the need for our
ever-delayed relief, the dominant female mind in the meantime is
capable of the most deviant tricks imaginable.

My lady's thinking was almost simple in its cruelty. She got off, of
course, by my tongue working miracles upon her womanhood. The she
denied me the better it pleased her. Therefore, she made sure I was in
denial whenever she needed my mouth, fingers, or tongue's attention on
her body (which, of course, was almost every day). Nevertheless, even
the most assertive lady needs an extra trick to keep her boy on edge.
You see, a male who is always denied and hopeless loses interest and
never quite pleases her as much as one with the slightest glimmer of
hope. So, what she needed to do is figure a way to encourage me
further, giving me a glimmer of relief, while ensuring not only her
satisfaction but also the probability of perpetual frustration. That of
course turned her on at least as much as my tongue-lashings, and she
was loath to lose either. The male mind, when properly denied, will get
so desperate in just a few days that even slightest chance of relief
will encourage it. With that in mind, here comes the "Venus Ladytrap".

The Venus Ladytrap is NOT a mousetrap, and is a perfectly safe thing to
use on a male's most sensitive areas. It is simply a slightly flexible
frame with at least one rubber band stretched out on it. If any
pressure is put on the device, the rubber bands sort of fire off it and
wrap around the male member, stinging it. It is the equivalent of
bending a rubber band back in your fingers and firing it. The pain is
just a sting and relatively minor, with no chance of any real harm.
But, you see, pain is not the point of her plan (other than an extreme
case of blue-balls, of course). She doesn't need it to inflict pain, as
you shall see.

That night she designed her first 'Venus Ladytrap', she intended to put
it to good use. She had us get ready for some action. She promised me
certain chance to get relief, or at least make love to a 'ladyfriend'
of hers. Of course, I believed her. She had teased me most days for the
past week, holding me to her 'not one drop, unless it's clear' rule
each time. Now, for the denouement:

She was in her nightgown and nothing else. There is really, after all,
no point to Victoria's Secret lingerie when I instantly become fully
aroused at her face alone. She sat her fair rump down on the bed, her
back close to the headboard, and ordered me to strip completely. She
put a pillow between the end of the bed and her waiting charms. Her
legs spread slightly, and her knees were up in the air, making a nice
and comfortable position for her to receive my tongue's attentions. She
had me kneel before her in "kowtow" position, my face just near her
parted legs. The pillow was in a position so that it was just under my
manhood.

"Don't you dare move or you'll spoil everything." She carefully set the
ladytrap on the pillow, just below my tender flesh.

"Now darling, I know I promised you a chance tonight, and here it is.
You are to use your mouth and bring my to my *usual* number of
climaxes, and if the ladytrap hasn't been set off by your naughty bit
by the time I'm finished, you will get your relief. However, should you
push that big thing of yours even a little bit onto the Venus trap
beneath it you'll set it off. It'll give you a nice sting to think
about while you finish pleasing me, because then you can forget about
getting any from me afterwards. The ladytrap is the only thing you may
end up making love to if you don't play my game. Don't you get any
ideas about quitting early. Should you set my trap off prematurely,
you'd better damn well finish *me* off. Don't you dare leave *me*
hanging once you start, or you can look to one hell of a trashing on
that rump of yours. I'm warning you, if you stop even for a second
after setting off the trap."

"Yes, dear."

"Now get that tongue to work. Work that tongue on me like you mean it."

I stared quickly at the trap below me. If I 'thrusted', even
unwillingly, my now incredibly engorged member would trigger the trap
she cruelly set, and those thin-but-tightly-wound rubber bands would be
wrapped all around it, giving telltale evidence of her victory. That
would of course give her the excuse to deny me yet another night. She
had rigged the game so I could please her orally without any
difficulty, but I couldn't let my hips or waste fall down at all. I
thought I could do it regardless of the difficulty. After all, just
don't flinch while bringing her to the usual number of climaxes, and I
win. Right?

I moved my head as close in as I needed and began the act of
cunninglingus. Just as she likes it. Let's just say my taste buds were
all over her as if the world itself was revolving around her clitoris.
My nose was all in her furriness. Her placed her hands on the back of
my head (as if I would dare pull back anyway), and she ran her fingers
through my hair adjusted my tongue to her liking. Of course, since the
beginning of our relationship, I became more and more experienced at
licking her she didn't really need to guide my head anymore. (If only I
she would let me become as experienced f*#@Q& her). Still, she still
liked to remain in total control.

The game was afoot. I had concentrate on getting her off as efficiently
as possible because the quicker I finished, the less chance her
"ladytrap" would have in trapping me (and the more chance of being
caught in her *real* ladytrap). Of course, this conundrum was all her
design; the more I wanted to finally get relief, the more I had to
please her.

She gave me her usual symphony of moaning as I worked my tongue over
her nexus. Without letting my member drop into her trap, I managed to
bring her to the descent of her first orgasm. I should tell you that
her nectar was as flowing and sweet as ever.

Once the waves of her first ride were subsiding, she quieted down a
little, and I could hear her almost breathlessly ask, 'Did it go off
yet?' She opened her eyes fully from her trance and glanced down at the
precarious position my manhood was still in. Hovering less than an inch
over her wicked creation was the exposed cherry of my crown and the
meaty shaft, just able to avoid the sting of those cruel bands and the
resulting denial. She looked cunningly at her work, biting her lower
lip, and then resumed her position. Giving me easy access again, she
pulled my head closer towards her delight. Now for the second ride in
the saddle. . .

I began bringing her pussy to the second 'erotic experience' of the
night, her hands firmly grabbing the back of my head. She began lifting
her chilly bare feet up, pressing me in my side while curling up her
toes. She was clearly doing something different than normal. She was
squeezing me gently at first, but then getting more and more serious as
her feet and legs locked together and pulled at me, down towards the
trap. 'Come on, snap, dammit!' To my horror, I heard her say this. I
had hoped she would be completely lost in ecstasy so that all I had to
worry about was not getting tired. But it was a different game now. She
was deliberately trying to make me set that horrid trap of hers! She
wasn't playing fair! She wanted not only to deny me after all those
days of resultless teasing, but now making me play her game she
intended to do the same thing! I thought in panic that not only was she
usually motivated to deny me, but also now she had the added incentive
of being able to test out her little invention. She would try twice as
hard as normal to keep me 'loaded'. I knew then she wanted nothing more
than to get her pleasure and be able to sit up and see my panicked,
downcast expression; my stone-hard organ distended with desire, wrapped
cruelly around with those rubber bands; and my poor eggs just scrambled
for her pleasure, those heavy bluish plums dangling down in agony. I
could just imagine her laughter at such a fate I was in. . .

Therefore, I had no choice but to resist as much as possible. I refused
to budge one inch and instead doubled my tongue's attack on her
incredibly sweet, furry, and puffy wetness. Just as I was totally in
her ladyhood's gravity, she stretched her hands towards my back and I
began trying to push me down enough to put my poor, tormented tool
right into the trap. I had no choice but to continue and spend most of
my energy in licking and sucking her tenderness, gambling that if I
gave her sufficient ecstasy, she wouldn't even be thinking about
pushing me down.

Her moans and cries of womanhood, ringing into my ears, more and more
frequently, deeper and louder. The combination of the situation she
created, with my *extremely* motivated tongue on her sweet virgin
pussy, my rock-hard denied cock now millimeters from setting off a
combination of vicious little denial-causing rubber bands, and her
milky-white legs wrapped around me pushing downwards. I barely managed
to resist enough although she had slowly pushed me closer and closer to
her total victory. But my tongue hadn't stopped in the slightest and
she was almost there. . . almost there and I was sure to win.

Her body had broken out in glistening sweat, her breasts were heaving
with her breath, her heart pounding even more than mine, when her
second and final climax began. At the height of her delirious ecstasy,
she screamed for all the pleasure, relief, and desire in the word. All
the orgasms I had given her, all at my expense, came out in her
blossoming. In her last conscious act, with her last voluntary strength
that wasn't used in passion, she lifted her smooth legs up and let them
land, as hard she could, directly on my rump, pushing me ceaselessly
towards her Venus Ladytrap. I couldn't resist so abrupt and unexpected
a force. The instant I felt the crown of my manhood hit the cold
device, the fierce sting of the rubber bands followed. Tightly they
wrapped around my manhood, enveloping me in their unwanted sensations
as they wrapped around my poorly treated, much unused organ. The snap
of those bands echoed in the room along with her sounds of delight. She
gasped in tremendous joy and I could see the relief she had that her
plan worked. She just *couldn't* let me win. The thought of her 'boy'
beating her at her own game, and getting off in the meantime, was too
much her to bear. A lady's got to mind her own self, right? She can't
expect men to please her, and if this is what it takes for her to be
happy, well too bad.

At the moment of her highest ecstasy, which I so faithfully gave her,
she viciously robbed me of mine. Just so she could have a relatively
small amount more satisfaction, she willingly let her lover go to bed
unrelieved.

"Oh yes, darling, I win! For a moment I thought you almost pulled it
out," she exclaimed, following with the most sincerely 'cruelty mixed
with happiness' laugh I could ever have imagined her having.

"Let me see darling. Show me my work." She then saw my manhood she had
been denying for so long, sticking almost straight up in the air, her
rubber bands wrapped around the shaft just below the crown.

"Oh wonderful, it worked just as I expected. Tell me darling, how does
it feel? It didn't hurt too much, did it?"

I was hoping perhaps if I played along it might engender sympathy for
my predicament. "Well it stings a bit still, but it was the shock when
it first got me that hurt the most. It really got me good."

"I certainly did, didn't I?" She ran her hand down my face. "Oh my dear
husband-to-be. I thought you were going to get away with it for a
second there. I mean, all you had to do is resist a little push and
kick from me, and you had it made. Unfortunately for you, I've no
choice but to say those rubber bands are the only thing that will be
wrapped around your thingy for now. You had your chance, darling, and
can't blame me for playing the game fairly."

Ordering me to keep the bands on, she then made me kiss ever inch of
her body, especially the parts that I missed the first time, from toe
to head. She was glowing in satisfaction, her instincts having been
quite met by my performance. I kissing and licked up all the sweat and
nectar she produced. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she let
me take off the bands. (The bands were not tight enough to affect
circulation by any means). The fact I had to kneel and kiss her sweaty
cold feet, as my denied member was rubber-banded, made the situation
worse than tease she did to me before. The added fact that throughout
this all I had quite severe "blue-balls" didn't help matters always. I
*really* need some action.

"Well darling, how about you make me something nice to drink, and I'll
give you a second chance? Yes? Oh wonderful, I knew you wouldn't pass
up another chance! Only this time, I'll need *three* from you, and
darling, be a dear and fetch the other two ladytraps I made. You'll get
a chance to finally unleash your passion to me, but this time, we will
be using all of them."

Her little inventions weren't going away from our lovemaking sessions
anytime soon. Not only did that, but I had a bad feeling that worse
things were in wait for me. . .

As I always say, the dominant female mind is a terrible thing to use.