ateasaboy
06-23-2015, 06:17 PM
Teasaboy continues: professor/student edition
Hey all – welcome to my fourth mini-blog! First off, I just want to say a huge thank you for all the support. So many of you have contacted me telling me how much you've enjoyed reading what I've written, which really means a lot to me. This edition of my crazy games is even more interactive than usual, so if that's peaked your curiosity, do read on:
For reasons beyond the scope of this blog, my real-life orgasm-control adventures in Londontown have come to an end. But as things finished up kinda jagged, I decided to keep going with my previous (real-life) master's rules, and try to find an online dom to carry on the cum denial challenge. The last time I had a real orgasm was Sunday 14, making this day 9 of denial. I'm not locked any more though, in fact stroking and edging is allowed.
In addition to this, there's one more nasty little rule: the “blue balls time” condition. Whenever I'm on my laptop, I have to be on Skype. Whenever I'm set as green “online”, any one of my contacts can type the phrase “blue balls time”, and I have to tease and edge for them on cam however they want. Unlucky for me, most of the guys on my list of Skype contacts also have tease and denial fetishes, and as I've discovered since Thursday when this rule came into play, lots of them have rather strong sadistic streaks! Even now sitting at my laptop I'm on edge, nervous that one of my contacts will suddenly type the dreaded three words and my balls will be plummeted into an ever deeper shade of tortured blue by their teasing antics. Seriously, I've been impressed by the level of sadism and creativity I've encountered over the last few days – the internet is a mean mean place people! As if this wasn't already bad enough, Sir had me post the rules of the “blue balls time” game and my skype address in several sadism hotspots online. Six days in and now even typing the words “blue balls time” sends a shiver down my spine...
My plan was to choose a new dom from one of the guys who was into blue-balling me on Skype. I told a few guys I was considering them, and they dutifully started vying for my attention which obviously made me feel awesome. Finally, I picked someone that we'll call Master N.
As a Brit, American high school guys are kind of a big fantasy for me. My porn-based stereotyping has them down as testosterone pumped, always horny, mob-mentality driven, and enthusiastically sadistic. In other words, hawt. Master N is from the south, just turned 18, just finishing up high school and preparing to go for college. Now, I work in academia. Currently I'm an assistant professor, and I'm responsible for teaching several freshman and sophomore classes at my university, which somehow makes the whole thing more scandalous and humiliatingly hot! He seemed like a nice guy – stunning baby-face, dazzling smile, really genuine. Possibly not that dominant, but certainly curious. Not particularly experienced, but an enthusiastic tease.
On a whim, I decided to give Master N complete control of when my next orgasm is – no limits. Kinda nuts I know, but...so am I :p. And you should know, when I commit to this stuff, I COMMIT: there is no way I'm shooting my load now until that guy says I can. Call it a mixture of competitiveness, pride, and...well, we'll get onto that.
When I told him this, he was so excited – he got hard straight away, right in the family living room! That night he'd give me a ruined orgasm, which was part of the deal. Then he'd have total control. He asked me for ideas for cruel ways to ruin an orgasm. And foolishly, I gave him some... (from ruinedorgasm.com)
And this is where I started to realize my terrible mistake! Giving Master N one tiny idea was like striking a match on a hot summer's day over a dry pile of wood soaked in fucking oil! He took this one idea and went literally evil on me with it. He had me kneel, bind my cock and balls, with balls tied separately, and instead of stroking, use just a finger and thumb to rhythmically squeeze the spot just under the head, top and bottom of the dick. He even made me stop stroking at all for 10 minutes beforehand so that my dick would forget the pleasure of being stroked and be forced to just get off on the horrible squeezes. He wouldn't let me squeeze as fast as I like – he used a metronome to regulate it at 1 squeeze per second, tortuously slow. As if all that wasn't bad enough, he distracted me with some pain from 2 clothes pegs – on my balls, nipples, lips, tongue, earlobes...of course, it took me a horribly long time to creep up to the edge. At the start I thought I'd never make it, but slowly my cock hardened and somehow crawled the terrible journey all the way to the cum point. But as I asked permission to ruin my orgasm, he grinned like a little kid and shook his head. Shiiiiiiiiit... He made me edge again and again and again. This torment went on for over 45 minutes. Man had I underestimated the evil of this guy! Finally, he gave me permission. But as soon as I tipped over the point of no return, I had to start flicking my bellend, repeatedly, as hard as I could. The orgasm wasn't ruined, it was fucking destroyed. Decimated. I buckled over forwards. Nothing came out until I untied, and then only a few lame dribbles. “Fuck, teasaboy,” I thought to myself, “you are SCREWED!!!!”
Over the next few days, Master N began the process of learning how to reduce me to a whining, gibbering mess. Sometimes he smiles and asks me how I feel. I just say, “like your bitch”. There's an interesting thing that happens in these dom/sub games. At the beginning, perversely, even though I'm the sub, I know that I actually am in control of the situation. And this is just what N was like. I was egging him on to try out torturing me, I was the mature one, the experienced one, the one in control of the situation. But that's totally flipped now. I don't feel like I'm making a choice any more when he asks me to do something. I've somehow entered that submissive zone, like I'm kind of under his spell. Could be an interesting few days. Or weeks. Or months.
Writing this took a really long time, because five different guys used the “blue balls time” thing on Skype to add to my torment while I was writing. If this is something you'd be interested in trying, you'll be pleased to hear I'm under instructions to include my Skype name right here: cock_teaser.
Do get in touch. I love your feedback. Just don't blue ball me, OK? :p
all the best,
t
Hey all – welcome to my fourth mini-blog! First off, I just want to say a huge thank you for all the support. So many of you have contacted me telling me how much you've enjoyed reading what I've written, which really means a lot to me. This edition of my crazy games is even more interactive than usual, so if that's peaked your curiosity, do read on:
For reasons beyond the scope of this blog, my real-life orgasm-control adventures in Londontown have come to an end. But as things finished up kinda jagged, I decided to keep going with my previous (real-life) master's rules, and try to find an online dom to carry on the cum denial challenge. The last time I had a real orgasm was Sunday 14, making this day 9 of denial. I'm not locked any more though, in fact stroking and edging is allowed.
In addition to this, there's one more nasty little rule: the “blue balls time” condition. Whenever I'm on my laptop, I have to be on Skype. Whenever I'm set as green “online”, any one of my contacts can type the phrase “blue balls time”, and I have to tease and edge for them on cam however they want. Unlucky for me, most of the guys on my list of Skype contacts also have tease and denial fetishes, and as I've discovered since Thursday when this rule came into play, lots of them have rather strong sadistic streaks! Even now sitting at my laptop I'm on edge, nervous that one of my contacts will suddenly type the dreaded three words and my balls will be plummeted into an ever deeper shade of tortured blue by their teasing antics. Seriously, I've been impressed by the level of sadism and creativity I've encountered over the last few days – the internet is a mean mean place people! As if this wasn't already bad enough, Sir had me post the rules of the “blue balls time” game and my skype address in several sadism hotspots online. Six days in and now even typing the words “blue balls time” sends a shiver down my spine...
My plan was to choose a new dom from one of the guys who was into blue-balling me on Skype. I told a few guys I was considering them, and they dutifully started vying for my attention which obviously made me feel awesome. Finally, I picked someone that we'll call Master N.
As a Brit, American high school guys are kind of a big fantasy for me. My porn-based stereotyping has them down as testosterone pumped, always horny, mob-mentality driven, and enthusiastically sadistic. In other words, hawt. Master N is from the south, just turned 18, just finishing up high school and preparing to go for college. Now, I work in academia. Currently I'm an assistant professor, and I'm responsible for teaching several freshman and sophomore classes at my university, which somehow makes the whole thing more scandalous and humiliatingly hot! He seemed like a nice guy – stunning baby-face, dazzling smile, really genuine. Possibly not that dominant, but certainly curious. Not particularly experienced, but an enthusiastic tease.
On a whim, I decided to give Master N complete control of when my next orgasm is – no limits. Kinda nuts I know, but...so am I :p. And you should know, when I commit to this stuff, I COMMIT: there is no way I'm shooting my load now until that guy says I can. Call it a mixture of competitiveness, pride, and...well, we'll get onto that.
When I told him this, he was so excited – he got hard straight away, right in the family living room! That night he'd give me a ruined orgasm, which was part of the deal. Then he'd have total control. He asked me for ideas for cruel ways to ruin an orgasm. And foolishly, I gave him some... (from ruinedorgasm.com)
And this is where I started to realize my terrible mistake! Giving Master N one tiny idea was like striking a match on a hot summer's day over a dry pile of wood soaked in fucking oil! He took this one idea and went literally evil on me with it. He had me kneel, bind my cock and balls, with balls tied separately, and instead of stroking, use just a finger and thumb to rhythmically squeeze the spot just under the head, top and bottom of the dick. He even made me stop stroking at all for 10 minutes beforehand so that my dick would forget the pleasure of being stroked and be forced to just get off on the horrible squeezes. He wouldn't let me squeeze as fast as I like – he used a metronome to regulate it at 1 squeeze per second, tortuously slow. As if all that wasn't bad enough, he distracted me with some pain from 2 clothes pegs – on my balls, nipples, lips, tongue, earlobes...of course, it took me a horribly long time to creep up to the edge. At the start I thought I'd never make it, but slowly my cock hardened and somehow crawled the terrible journey all the way to the cum point. But as I asked permission to ruin my orgasm, he grinned like a little kid and shook his head. Shiiiiiiiiit... He made me edge again and again and again. This torment went on for over 45 minutes. Man had I underestimated the evil of this guy! Finally, he gave me permission. But as soon as I tipped over the point of no return, I had to start flicking my bellend, repeatedly, as hard as I could. The orgasm wasn't ruined, it was fucking destroyed. Decimated. I buckled over forwards. Nothing came out until I untied, and then only a few lame dribbles. “Fuck, teasaboy,” I thought to myself, “you are SCREWED!!!!”
Over the next few days, Master N began the process of learning how to reduce me to a whining, gibbering mess. Sometimes he smiles and asks me how I feel. I just say, “like your bitch”. There's an interesting thing that happens in these dom/sub games. At the beginning, perversely, even though I'm the sub, I know that I actually am in control of the situation. And this is just what N was like. I was egging him on to try out torturing me, I was the mature one, the experienced one, the one in control of the situation. But that's totally flipped now. I don't feel like I'm making a choice any more when he asks me to do something. I've somehow entered that submissive zone, like I'm kind of under his spell. Could be an interesting few days. Or weeks. Or months.
Writing this took a really long time, because five different guys used the “blue balls time” thing on Skype to add to my torment while I was writing. If this is something you'd be interested in trying, you'll be pleased to hear I'm under instructions to include my Skype name right here: cock_teaser.
Do get in touch. I love your feedback. Just don't blue ball me, OK? :p
all the best,
t