Bound and Milked 

I had refrained from ejaculation for 3 days, as requested.  I knew in
general what I would be going through - a long session of arduous
teasing followed by multiple ejaculations.  The sessions are grueling
and leave me completely spent.  This is what my session with Kym was
like yesterday:

I came to her place at 2 PM.  My erection struggled to get out as soon
as she answered the door - a fact that she used to her advantage.

She led me to her living room, and kicked off her sandals.  Then she
slipped off her shorts.  I'm crazy about her legs - they're incredibly
sexy, and she knows it.  She left her long sleeved shirt on, and
unbuttoned the three top buttons.  The shirt tail obscured her crotch.

She seated herself on the sofa and told me to take off everything.  I
quickly shed my clothes and knelt before her.  I ran my hands over her
sexy legs while she enjoyed my attention.  My nuts ached and my
throbbing cock pointed straight out.  A few minutes of this and she
giggled and said, "Stand up now - hands behind your back."

Kym efficiently bound my hands together behind my back.  Now it was
her game.  She slipped off her panties, sat on the sofa, and spread
her legs.  She thrust her hips forward, smiled, and beckoned me to
come hither.

Again I knelt before her and approached her mound.  Her ample pubic
hair had a sensuously inviting look to it - I would have loved to
plunge inside, brusquely pump for a while, and wildly spew forth a
healthy serving into her womanhood.

I inhaled the scent from her pussy - the scent that I had come to
love.  I tasted her flavor as I licked and kissed.  She sighed, then
moaned.  She grasped my head and pulled my mouth close in - I knew
that she wanted me to kiss and lick harder - and I did.  She trembled
and writhed in orgasm and I kept kissing until she pulled me away.

Thus temporarily satiated, Kym was in a position to give more complete
attention to my situation.  She put her feet well apart and brought
her knees closer together.  Then she told me to stand up and come over
to her.  I stood before her, my erection jutting out at attention.
She smiled sexily and reached under my testicles and lightly fingered
them.  She kept doing that for a long while.  I sighed, and eventually
squirmed.  She giggled frequently, knowing that her attentions were
incredibly arousing to me.

"Oh, look!" she exclaimed.  "He's seeping now! (giggle)"

Clear droplets of pre-cum oozed from the tip of my flagpole.  I
frequently gazed at her glistening womanhood.  I ached to be inside
the sweet confines of her pussy.

"I think you're getting too aroused," Kym giggled.  "Let's go in the
bedroom, and we'll take care of that - for a while, at least."

My hands bound behind me, I followed her to her bedroom.  She placed a
firm pillow in the center of the bed and pointed to it.

"Face down, and wait for me."

She was gone for several minutes.  Then I heard her return.

"Guess what I did," she giggled.  "I went out and got some nice sturdy
switches (giggle).

She grasped one and whipped it through the air a few times and my
bottom tingled with dread.

"Get ready, now," she said, "and try not to squirm too much.  Here
goes!"

She whipped the switch across my bare bottom.  It jolted me like a
lightning bolt and I kicked wildly.  "Aaaaah!"

Kym giggled, and then applied the switch at a steady cadence.  I
wiggled; I squirmed; I kicked my legs; I twisted; I raucously
exclaimed.  I begged her to stop.  It's always surprising how much a
switch can hurt.

Several times during the switching I turned and twisted so that I was
on my side.  Kym had to stop momentarily and get me back in position
face down on the pillow.

"No - get back there!  Stop getting out of position!  Come on!  On
your tummy!"

"Kym, that's enough! Please!"

"If you argue with me, I'll tie you down in position.  Come on!  Over
you go.  Good."

Whip!  Whip!  Whip!  Whip!  Whip!

"Kym!  Kym!  Aaaaugh!  Owwww!  Oooooh!  Oh!  Aaaah!  Ow-Ow!"

"Stop that twisting!  Get back over!"

Whip!  Whip!  Whip!  Whip!  Whip!  Whip!  Whip!

"Oh God, Kym!  OWWW!  Please stop!  PLEASE PLEASE stop!   Ooooh!
Aaaaah!"

That's how it went, and she kept on switching until my bottom felt
like it was incandescent.  Then she let me up and we went back in the
living room.  From previous sessions, I knew that her pussy was
abundantly creamy.  She unbuttoned the lower button on her shirt and
tied the bottom of the shirt tails in front of her as she seated
herself on the sofa.  She jutted her hips forward, and I knew what she
wanted.  With my hands still tied behind me and a very sore bottom, I
knelt down between her legs and orally stimulated her to climax.  By
the time she had exclaimed out loud in orgasm, my cock was again
rock-hard, although my bottom still stung from her switching.

Kym reached around and untied my hands.

"Okay," she said.  "Bring the bench in here."

What I was about to go through was probably more grueling than what
had transpired so far.  I brought a modified weight lifting bench from
the other room and set it in the center of the living room.  My
insides fluttered in anticipation.

"Lie down on the bench - face up."

The bench accommodated me from my knees to my head.  I took the
position that Kym wanted.  She got up and bound my ankles to the legs
of the bench, and then bound my hands together under it so that she
had unencumbered access to me.  My erect, throbbing cock betrayed my
excitement.

"I almost forgot something," she said, and retrieved another binding
strap.  Then she secured it around my hips to prevent me from
thrusting.

Kym oiled her hands with olive oil, and then with a coy smile,
gingerly approached my throbbing erection.  She very lightly
hand-jobbed me until she sensed I was near ejaculation.  I sighed as
she sweetly stimulated me, at the same time I knew that any sexual
relief for me would be considerably delayed.

She stood smiling with her hands on her hips.  The ends of her shirt
tied together in front made her naked hips and legs all the more
alluring.  When she sensed that my arousal had decreased enough so
that I could endure more stimulation, she resumed the light slithering
of her hands up and down my hard shaft, occasionally tickle-touching
my testicles.

I seeped pre-cum, and Kym giggled.  She stopped stroking and then
straddled the bench.  Her hips were enticingly just out of range of my
cock, and then she pried open her creamy pussy and inserted my
throbbing cock inside her.  In one steady motion, she took my full
length and then kept still for a moment.  Then she slowly withdrew
completely, and placed her pussy on my mouth.

"Suck!" she commanded.  I tasted her cream mixed with the olive oil
that she had used on me.  After just a moment, she pulled back and
again impaled herself on my cock and kept still for a moment, and then
withdrew and had me suck on her snatch for a little while.  She
repeated that, sometimes giving one or two pumps after taking my full
length.  Over a period of twenty minutes or so, she experienced three
climaxes from my oral attention, and I was desperate for relief.  She
continuously kept me on the edge of ejaculation, much to her delight.

Then, one of the times that she took me inside, she pumped with short
strokes and paused, over and over.  Since my hips were bound to the
bench, I could not thrust or pump.

With a sexy, breathy, panting whisper-voice, she asked, "Do you want
to cum?   Are you ready to squirt?  Mmmmmm, this feels good!  Are you
ready?  Do you want to cum?"

Kym's eyes were wide.  Her talk alone, along with her sexy mannerisms
and appearance, brought me across the threshold of ejaculation.  I
desperately wanted to thrust wildly, but she would not permit it.
Just as I started to spurt, she pulled back until I was inside her
just a little, and kept still.  My cock pulsed and throbbed, and
frustratingly propelled a few spurts of semen while she smiled with
her lips pressed together.

I was still aroused since I did not have the satisfaction of a full
ejaculation.  Kym knew that and had planned it that way.  She kept her
hips motionless and leaned down to kiss me.  After a few tender kisses
she held my head in place with both hands, and withdrew me from her
pussy.  She quickly planted her cum-streaked pussy on my mouth and
commanded, "Suck it good!"

Since I was greatly aroused, it was easier to do that than if I'd had
a satisfying ejaculation.  I applied my efforts to her creamy vaginal
area.  Kym again climaxed raucously as I sucked out our creamy
mixture.

She untied me and let me up for a few minutes.  The session was far
from over, and I knew that I was just getting a short break.  She knew
I was intensely aroused and didn't want to leave me in a situation
where I'd take matters into my own hand, so to speak.  So she had me
sit next to her on the sofa.  Of course, she continued to tease by
stroking, touching, and rubbing all over my body.  That quickly
brought me again to an erect state .

Kym led me into the bathroom and generously soaped her hands.  Then,
with the pretext of washing my boner clean, she proceeded to stimulate
me just short of ejaculation several times while she stroked my cock
with her smooth, soaped-up hands.  Then she delicately rinsed and
wiped the soap off my throbbing erection.  Her frequent giggling alone
almost brought me off.

Then it was back to being tied to the bench, as before.  She repeated
the olive oil treatment, and then got considerable pleasure from
straddling my cock for a few moments while I could not thrust and
pump, and having me suck her clean.  After several repetitions, she
was ready to milk me again, and pumped with very short strokes until
my cock began to pulse.  She quickly withdrew, and my frustrated
erection dribbled a few weak spurts of semen.

I was intensely aroused and frustrated.  I would have loved to tie Kym
to the bed, her incredible legs spread apart, and brusquely plunge
into her delectable pussy, and thrust and pump until my lust was spent
inside her.

Kym was so aroused that her voice quavered when she spoke.  She untied
my bindings and washed my member with soapy hands again as she had
previously done.  She drew out the process over about fifteen minutes,
and I was at the same time drained and erect.  This was just as she
wanted me for the next step.

She seated herself on the sofa, thrust her lovely hips forward, spread
her legs, and leaned back with her hands behind her head.

"Get on your knees and rub my legs - all over," she instructed,
knowing that would add to my longing.

I got down and lightly ran my hands over her smooth and firm legs.  I
felt her knees, and then massaged a little harder.  As I worked on her
sensuous thighs I could not help gazing at her sexy hips and her sweet
pussy.  Kym clearly enjoyed my attentions, and after several minutes I
lightened my touch and ended up feeling her smooth silky skin again.
My boner was rock-hard.

"That was good," Kym said.  She told me to put my hands behind my back
and she tied them together.  I was still kneeling in front of her, and
she reached forward and lightly grasped my testicles in one hand.  My
whole midsection ached for relief, and my erection jutted straight
out.  I saw that she was so aroused that her feminine cream leaked
from her pussy.

"What I want you to do now," she said, "is go inside me, but keep
completely still unless I tell you to pump.  Even if you ejaculate, I
want you to keep still.  If you don't, I'm going to give you another
switching - one that you WON'T forget!"

She had placed a couple of sturdy switches beside her, and she picked
one up and whipped it through the air a few times.  My bottom still
tingled from the switching I got earlier that day, and I definitely
did not want to incur another one.

"Okay now," she said, "in we go..."  She grasped my erection and
guided it into her.  It felt so sweet as I entered her all the way to
the hilt.

"Ahhhh," she said.  "Now, pump once."

I pulled back until I was almost out, and then gave a full thrust
until I was in all the way, and stopped.

"Ooooh!  Ahhhhh!" she cooed.  "That's good." 

She waited a moment, and then said, "Again!"

I plowed again - one thrust.

"Mmmmmmm, yes!"

After a few seconds, "Again!"

As I gave the one thrust, my nuts ached, even though the sensation of
my cock slithering inside her felt heavenly.  She kept on like that,
waiting a moment between single thrusts.  I got hotter and more
aroused, and before long my cock twitched or jerked when I went in all
the way.  A couple of times I almost could not help giving a small
second thrust immediately after the one she directed.  She took care
of that by firmly whipping the switch across my bottom a couple of
times.  That brought my resolve to the fore.

After many more single thrusts, Kym sensed by my reaction that I was
near another ejaculation.

"Be careful, now," she admonished.  "When you start to ejaculate, just
hold still - or it'll be a severe switching!"

I knew that the feeling of wanting to continuously pump and thrust
would be almost overpowering when I came to ejaculate - after all,
that's what comes naturally.  And Kym wanted me to go against the urge
to do that.  It would be very difficult, being aroused to a feverish
pitch and being inside her luscious pussy - and between her incredible
legs, looking at those sensuous hips.  But I desperately wanted to
please her, as it would eventually be well worth the effort.

Finally, I felt my insides clench, and the entire length of my cock
was steeped in orgasmic pleasure.  I thrust in all the way, and
exclaimed, "Kym-Kym-Kym!"

"Stay right there, darling" she encouraged as my erection pulsed and a
few jets of semen shot into her creamy receptacle, followed by what
felt like a steady seep for a few seconds.  She held me close as
steadily as she could while I leaned forward against her and panted
heavily.  It had indeed taken all my determination to keep from
plowing as I ejaculated.  Part of my resolve was the certainty of a
severe switching on top of the one I got earlier that day, and another
part was my wanting to see where it would lead if I did as Kym wanted.
My ejaculation had not been the satisfying kind - it was instead a
milking.  My entire midsection screamed at me for relief.

"You did good!" Kym exclaimed as she ran her fingers through my hair.
When my breathing had calmed down I noticed that my cock was still
hard - and wanting.

Kym smiled sexily and untied my hands.  I was still inside her. The
she leaned back and put her hands behind her head.

"Okay, darling - give me every last drop you have - I want it all!"

That was the green light.  I grasped Kym's lovely legs and felt them.
My cock throbbed, and I began pumping.  I gave full hard thrusts, and
wanted to work up a long, fulfilling ejaculation.  My entire
midsection tingled with frustrated desire, and I watched my hard
erection plunge in and out of the pussy that had so effectively milked
me.  That same frustrated desire made it all the more pleasurable for
Kym, and I pumped and thrust for a long while before I felt the
certainty of a fresh ejaculation building up.

I slowed the tempo of my thrusts, and made them deliberate and hard.
Kym exclaimed with each one - "Ah! Ah!  Oh!  Ah!".  The feeling became
stronger, and all it took then was the sight of her lovely hips and
her smile, and I crossed the point of inevitability.  Although my cock
was steeped in orgasmic sensation, I felt each spurt traverse the full
length of my erection and shoot into Kym's receptacle.  One spurt -
then another, and another, and another.  As I injected Kym with my
juices, I leaned forward for as much bodily contact as possible, and
pounded her pussy with my thrusts.

Although my ejaculation was unhampered, my desire and arousal had not
been quenched due to the previous milkings and teasing.  Such was
Kym's strategy, and twice more during that night I plowed her pussy
long and hard, until I felt the sensation of the spurts traverse my
cock and spurt inside her.  My orgasms were absolutely wrenching and
long lasting, and Kym delighted in my squirming and writhing while
inside her.

Both times I drove her to climax.

Kym mentioned the next day that she wanted to make bondage milking a
regular part of our sex play.