Does Edging and Delaying Orgasm Make Men More Submissive?
Edging and Delaying orgasm have been known to make men more submissive. It’s true!
I’m the floor manager of Ralph’s Market in a suburb of San Diego. My days are filled with idiots trying to steal bottles of wine, spoiled meat, overflowing toilets in the courtesy bathroom and orders from my boss to cut employee hours and still increase sales. Right?
Like I’m going to go door-to-door through the neighborhood and make people spend more of their overworked, underpaid dollars in my store. To say I’m stressed out is a fucking understatement. And the shitty thing is, it’s starting to screw up my sex life.
My now-ex girlfriend got fed up with our hurry-up and cum screw dates and my failing asleep in front of the stupid shit she watches on TV. I used to be the mega-man, you know. I could bust-a-dick move for hours. Now a couple of tugs and I’m done, man. Puppy is smoked for the night. I wonder if I can claim some kind of work disability for that.
Anyway, after my last chick checked out, I thought I was done with the dating thing. And I’d spend my nights hanging with the hommies at the bar, kicking back beers and banging whatever waitress was working that night.
Then There’s Maude
It was a Thursday night close to Thanksgiving, so I was extra stressed from the greedy customers asking for their free turkeys already. Between that and cans of pumpkin I had to stack on the end caps, I was beat. I drug my ass over to the bar, parked it in front of the widescreen and got lost in my tequila shots and the game—go Jets!
A chick named Maude sat down at the table next to me. She wasn’t the usual type to immediately get me hard or anything, until she smiled. That kind of warmed me up. But she really got me going when I overhead her phone call.
“Hello there,” she answered in hot-ass voice. “Don’t cum.”
What? Was that the tequila shots making shit up in my head? Did she mean come or cum?
“Squeeze your balls. Stroke it some more. But don’t cum. Not tonight. Just hold it.”
I choked on my drink and stared as she put her phone back in her purse, returned to her beer.
Edging and Delaying Orgasm: Last Call
I didn’t have to work the next day, so basically it was just some old fart named Joe, and Maude and me left at the bar when the bartender announced last call. My wallet was on empty. I was pretty much done anyway, so I got up from my seat and drunkenly headed toward the door when I heard MaudÕs voice behind me.
“Give me your keys, you’re too drunk to drive. I’ll take you home.”
I didn’t argue. She looked a little more like my type now that I was drunk. She reached my house and parked. Even my horny drunken ass wasn’t ready for what happened next.
Maude opened my front door, dragged me inside without even asking if she could come in. She threw me on the couch.
“Take off your pants,” she ordered
“Take off yours,” I answered. “No. Just you,” she replied.
Whatever it was, the tequila or curiosity, I did what she said.
“Strip off your briefs and slow-stroke your cock.” Her words got me hard just like that. Part of me thought, who the fuck is this bitch? And the other part of me wanted more.
“Flick the tip of your cock, stroke yourself. Squeeze your balls until you are about to cum. Got it?”
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly, as I stroked myself, turned-on by her watching. I knew what she was doing, bringing me to the edge. I’d heard about the intensified stimulation technique before, but I wasn’t ready for what happened next.
I had stroked myself to the point of eruption when she yelled stop, and for whatever reason I did; my cock ready to explode, my heart pounding in my chest. She walked over and licked the length of my dick. It took every thing I had not to splatter cum all over her face.
“Do this again tomorrow morning. And remember, no orgasm.”
How it Ends
I became Maude’s student, submissive to her daily demands of stimulation and delay. I walked around the market with a rock hard cock and an electrifying tingle from head to toe.
We meet once a week. Maude let’s me release inside her pussy and rides me tight to a raging explosion every time. The edging and delayed orgasm techniques we engage in have made me submissive, yeah, if that’s what you call a man that rockets cum into a pussy every week and struts in a super-high state of arousal 24/7. I can live with that kind of submission, man. Can’t you?