ULTIMATE SURRENDER TO THE COUNTESS
Have you ever been so deeply under a Woman's spell that the only
thing you wanted to do was to please Her? Give Her anything She
wanted? Do anything She wished? Make your wants and needs secondary
to Hers?
Sure, we all feel that way once in a while, but what would it feel
like if the Woman actually wanted to control our sex life! Not just
being aggressive in the bedroom, but taking complete control of our
orgasms. Taking whatever pleasure She desires, whenever She wants,
and deciding when, if ever, we would receive any sexual release.
It certainly started out innocently enough. Just some flirtatious
remarks in a restaurant, in a suggestive attempt to let Her know
that I really was interested and with the optimistic hope of taking
things to the next level. I simply commented that what I like most
about sex is giving pleasure to the Woman, watching Her enjoyment,
knowing that I have served Her well. In fact, I like giving pleasure
so much that I would gladly abstain from any satisfaction for myself
until after I saw that She was physically contented. I could tell
from the receptive look in Her eyes that She appreciated such an
approach to intimacy, but I never anticipated what would happen
next.
Holding my hand sensually, She replied that this was a very
chivalrous attitude that few men display. Then She asked if I was
truly able to deliver on such a tantalizing promise. Could I really
put Her desires ahead of my own? The seriousness of this request
made me feel as if somehow our entire relationship hinged on my
answer. Yet there was something so reassuring about Her
self-confidence, that it was difficult to resist Her wishes. And so,
without a moment’s hesitation, I agreed to play Her game.
An hour later, we were in a candle-lit bedroom, sensually removing
one another’s clothing. Comforting caresses, wet passionate kisses,
a close embrace on the smooth satin sheets. The little love worm now
standing at attention fully engorged and eager for action. The warm,
moist walls of Her snug harbor ready to give shelter to a firm
visitor. Then, as the intimate embrace was achieved, She asked once
again if I was serious about putting Her pleasure ahead of mine.
When I agreed once more, She asked if I would hold off on my orgasm
until after She experienced Hers.
She explained that it was always such a turn-off for Her whenever a
lover got limp and lost interest before She had a chance to really
enjoy the experience. A small request, which I was happy to fulfill.
And after She shook violently, I held Her closely for a few moments,
wanting my own pleasures for sure but happy to be still in tender
closeness as She savored Her afterglow. She then introduced Herself
as “Countess Leah”.
Quite contented now and refreshed, Countess Leah turned Her
attentions to my body and resumed those sensual gyrations that had
demonstrated the depths of Her passion. Responding like any healthy
male, it became quite obvious that my body would soon yield to
blissful carnal abandon. But just as I was about to reach the point
of no return, She pulled away and asked me to prove to Her that Her
pleasure was truly more important than my own. I couldn't believe
what my ears were hearing. I wanted release so badly I could almost
scream. Yet, somehow, I felt compelled to surrender to Her whims.
And so, like a fool, I agreed. And from that moment on, She was in
complete control.
Her sparkling eyes showed how much She understood the extent of Her
victory, and Her warm smile revealed that She truly enjoyed the
power that I had just yielded to Her. With a soft and gentle voice,
Countess Leah whispered that She realized how much of a commitment I
was making at this moment, and informed me that She wished to know
with certainty that this was really what I wanted. Pressing Her soft
bare breasts against my chest, She wrapped one arm around my neck
pulling my face towards Hers and extended Her other arm towards my
loins. As She kissed me passionately, Her free hand teased and
stroked my manhood until once again I was almost ready to explode.
Pausing briefly, She raised Her head for a second and looked
directly into my eyes, then told me, "The choice is yours. We can
finish right now. You can have the wonderful climax that you want so
very much, and then you can go home and never see me again. Or you
can agree to stay Here and serve Me for as long as I wish. You
decide."
Her wicked smile demonstrated that She knew the answer long before I
uttered the words of consent. Her power was compelling and I was
helpless to resist. Like a moth drawn to the flame, I was happy,
even eager to be consumed by Her will. I now belonged to Her and it
felt so good to recognize that reality. Oh yes, I wanted to climax
so desperately that my whole body ached with longing, but the denial
of my desires was so strangely enticing. Losing control of my
sexuality was such a small price to pay for the bliss and security
of being owned by the strong and powerful Countess.
Countess Leah held my trembling body close to Hers to reassure me
that I had made the right decision. She actually thanked me for the
orgasmic pleasure that She had enjoyed, praising both my skills and
my enthusiastic service, and then informed me that it was time for
us both to go to sleep. She reminded me that my organ now belonged
to Her and that I was not allowed to take any pleasure or even touch
myself without Her permission. She said She realized this was a
difficult task, but that She knew I would embrace the discipline of
chastity for Her. Her words soothed me by telling me how pleased She
was with my devotion to Her. And She reassured me that soon I would
be sleeping peacefully and that a new chapter in my life would begin
in the morning.
I awoke to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, and soon began to
savor the comforting cup that She offered me. Sitting next to me on
the bed we shared our morning repast in the soft morning light that
filtered through the curtains, and She commented approvingly when
She noticed the rigor of my morning erection. "Very nice," She
observed. "See there are definitely some benefits of denial, and I
plan to make good use of what you've got there. After all, it does
belong to me, doesn't it!"
Putting down our empty coffee cups, we began to kiss passionately
while our eager hands once again explored each other’s naked bodies.
With the confidence of a conquering marauder She pushed me down and
straddled my rigid manhood, then pinned my arms and began to bite my
nipples. She returned my sensual writhing with thrusts of Her own,
biting and scratching in passionate abandon. But then stopped
abruptly and withdrew from the erotic embrace, telling me that it
wasn't my turn yet and that She wanted something different this
morning. And so, with my longing erection pressing into the Sheets,
I found myself worshipping Her sacred spot with my tongue. Slowly
and gently, the way I had been taught by previous lovers, yet eager
to give my very best performance to this fascinating person who had
cast Her spell over me. And while I focused on Her pleasures, I
began to realize that I honestly was more interested in serving Her
desires than I was in my own urge for satisfaction. Oh, no doubt I
wanted it desperately after being denied the night before, but there
was something so strangely compelling about surrendering myself to
Her lusts in such a selfless manner. And as paroxysms of passion
began to overwhelm Her body, I realized that I truly did enjoy a
deep sense of satisfaction when giving Her pleasure. A sense of
fulfillment so profound that it overshadowed all the desires that my
own body felt.
By the end of the day, I had completely embraced the idea that my
destiny was to render repeated sexual service without any release of
the passions that were building within my loins. I never would have
guessed that it was possible for me to surrender to the Countess
like this, but there was something about the way She took control of
me that made it all feel so natural and right. I was Her sex object.
I would serve Her needs, but my own would be denied. And somehow, it
felt very good to do this. This was where I belonged, and it felt so
safe and secure to belong to Her in this manner.
I didn't count how many times I served Her that day, but by the end
of the evening it became very clear that my surrender was complete.
Holding me closely, the Countess thanked me for all the pleasures
that She had enjoyed and told me that this was where I belonged. Her
eyes told me that She knew I understood this, and Her gentle voice
reminded me that She would be the one to decide when my passions
would be relieved. She laughed as She taunted that it might be
tomorrow, or it might be a week from now, or a month, or maybe never
again. Then She held me tightly to remind me that I was important
and that She really did care about me. And, as much as I longed for
my own pleasures, I found myself melting into the serene sense of
security that came from belonging to the Countess in such a complete
way.
My service continued throughout the three-day weekend, and I had the
lovely privilege of pleasing Her in many different ways. She derived
pleasure from my fingers, my hand, my fist, my lips, my tongue, and
even my nose. My desire rose with each encounter and my balls
literally ached from repeated denial. And each time She enjoyed
another climax, She made sure to taunt and remind me that She was
the only one in the room who would have an orgasm this day. She
teasingly suggested posting a score board over the headboard of Her
bed, but then said it won't be necessary because my number would
always be 0 orgasms and then outlined a big "0" on my chest while
laughing wickedly.
As difficult as it was to give Her pleasure again and again while
receiving none myself, the worst was when She decided that She
wanted Her orgasm with me inside of Her. That was a glorious agony
indeed. And the worst part was when I was made to withdraw, again
unsatisfied. In fact, sometimes I had to withdraw in the middle of
my service, because I was so very close to losing control. But
still, I was both proud and pleased to serve Her in this most
intimate way -- still with no release of my own.
By the end of the weekend I was ready to scream from pent up
desires. At times I was almost trembling from the physical ordeal of
being so close without even the possibility of release. Yet, this
wicked discipline only served to bring me closer to Her. Even when
She wasn't demanding service, I felt so strangely attracted. All I
wanted to do was just be near Her and feel the touch of Her flesh,
even though I knew that nothing further would be allowed. It was so
physically frustrating, but it was also so emotionally rewarding.
And as I fell asleep the last night, I knew that I could refuse Her
nothing.
The next morning it was time for me to go back to work. She had set
the alarm an hour earlier than usual so I could serve Her yet again.
And once more, I served without any release of my own. Once again, I
was happy to submit to Her this way and to worship Her in a truly
selfless manner. But I felt sad to leave the security of Her sensual
nest, as I finished dressing and headed towards the door. Was this
the end? Would I see Her again? Would She ever allow me any physical
relief? Yes, the thought of leaving was very painful, but I had no
claim on Her. I had agreed to surrender my sexuality to Her and to
be Her love toy for as long as She wanted. It was entirely Her
choice to use me and keep me or to discard me. So, I had no right to
complain when the episode ended. It was sufficient simply to be
grateful for the time we had and to savor the memory of Her
dominance.
Ah, but She had a treat in store for me. As I turned to kiss Her
good bye, She instructed me to come back to Her place after work,
because She wasn't finished with me yet. All throughout the day I
thought of Her. Yes, She definitely owned me: not just my cock but
also my heart and mind, and perhaps even my soul.
I marveled at how many spontaneous erections I had throughout the
day, and each one reminded me that my sex life no longer belonged to
me. Sure, I could have relieved myself hours ago, but something deep
down inside told me that self-indulgence would betray who I was.
There was no doubt in my mind that my destiny was to be a faithful
and obedient love slave, accepting the fact that asking myself to do
anything else would be like asking a duck not to quack. This is who
I was.
When I returned and knocked on the door that evening, She told me
how much She missed me and was thinking about me throughout the day.
She gave me a wet and passionate kiss of welcome to underscore Her
words, then told me to undress and shower quickly because there was
much to do tonight.
Knowing what was expected of me after drying off from the shower, I
walked into the living room still naked and knelt in the middle of
the room to await Her next command. She approached from behind me,
and the first thing I felt was the warmth of Her bosom against my
back and sensual touch of Her gentle hands exploring my chest. A
playful lick on my neck, and a warm breath in my ear followed by a
gentle bite. Then She attached a collar around my neck to remind me
again of Her ownership.
She instructed me to serve Her glass of wine, while She sat back on
the couch. Of course, even though there was room for another person
on the couch I knew that my place would be to kneel on the floor.
She approved of this, and it pleased Her that I assumed the
subservient posture without being told. Likewise, when She kicked
off Her stiletto heels, I knew that it was time to begin worshipping
Her feet.
Sipping Her wine, She savored the attention I gave to each toe, and
to the spaces in between the toes, and the heel, and ankle, and
instep of first one foot then the other. Crossing Her legs
provocatively, She allowed me a tiny glimpse of the black garter
belt that She wore on Her thigh, and She smiled when She caught my
eyes focused in that direction. Responding to the unspoken
invitation, I slowly shifted my attention from foot, to ankle, to
calf and shin, then knee, giving reverent licks to each new place
that I was allowed to advance. But when I finally reached Her thigh
She decided that it was time to do something else. She informed me
that She didn't want to go anywhere this evening, instead She
ordered a take-out dinner to be delivered to the door. Waiting for
the delivery, I gave Her a backrub that seemed to last for hours.
As I opened the containers and began to serve the food, She
instructed me of a slight change in the table setting. My plate was
to be on the floor, so that I could continue massaging Her feet and
legs while we ate. From time to time, She'd reach down to pet my
head or touch my shoulder softly. Every now and then She'd place a
small morsel of food on Her thigh and instruct me to eat. First a
kiss on one side of the morsel, next on the other side, and then I
would eat the morsel and lick up any crumbs left on Her leg. Truly,
this was where I belonged. All the time my raging hard-on reminded
me that I was completely at the mercy of Her desires. I ached so
much to be inside of Her, but I also dreaded doing that for fear
that She would again deny my sexual release in the most agonizing by
commanding me once more to withdraw without satisfaction.
When She finished eating Her supper, She hooked Her finger into one
of the metal rings on my collar and began to lift causing me to rise
from the floor until my eyes met Hers. "I think it's time for
dessert," She said, "and I've prepared a very special desert just
for you. Now get up, walk over to the refrigerator, and take out the
can of whipped cream." She followed me over to the refrigerator, and
as I closed the door She put Her arm around me, leaned close to my
ear, and whispered "I'm the dessert tonight, and you're going to eat
me for as long as I want."
She then grabbed me by the balls with a firm no-nonsense grip and
led me to the bedroom. Taking the can of whipped cream from me, She
propped up the pillows to make Herself comfortable as She reclined,
and then invited me to come forward. Opening up Her bathrobe, She
allowed me to see those black garters again, one on each thigh,
while She applied a teasing dab of whipped cream on my special
dessert. As my head drew closer to this lovely treat, I noticed
something unusual about Her garters. Instead of the sexy silk
garters that She had worn previously, these were thin leather thigh
cuffs with metal rings. And before I realized what was happening,
She locked the rings of Her thigh cuffs to the rings on either side
of my collar.
"Don't you just love this?" She asked with a wicked laugh. "When you
lock the rings like this it's called a 'pussy collar.' You're right
where I want you and you can't escape." Now, there was certainly no
need to force me into that position, because I would go there
eagerly with just the slightest invitation -- even without the
whipped cream. But the evil genius of this device became apparent
after the first 15 minutes had passed, when my tongue grew tired and
my neck began to ache a little. This is when the reality of my
imprisonment struck home. I had no choice but to stay right there
for as long as She wished, and She intended to keep me there to
serve Her for a very long time. Fortunately, there was a little bit
of wiggle room that allowed me to shift my position slightly and
attempt to get more comfortable, but there was no escaping the
reality that I was a captive pussy slave. If I slowed down or failed
to deliver just the right type of pleasure, a sharp crack of the
whip across my back would focus my attention and encourage me to
better efforts. And if She spread Her legs, the collar would force
my face even closer to the object of my worship.
I have no idea how long She kept me locked up in such an intimate
position. It was both heaven and hell at the same time. I didn't
count the number of orgasms She enjoyed this way, but when She felt
that She had been satisfied enough times She finally removed the
locks and allowed me to roll over and lie back on the bed. She
rubbed my sore neck and shoulders for a few minutes, then She began
to rub my throbbing cock, bringing me right to the edge of explosion
then stopping and taunting me that it wasn't time yet. She repeated
this sadistic teasing several times, and delighted every time She
enforced my denial by stopping just in the nick of time. Finally,
She informed me that it was time to call it a night. Knowing how
strong my urges had become, She decided that I would need overnight
bondage to prevent me from yielding to temptation.
Each evening was filled with more episodes of prolonged service,
with creative new variations interspersed between repetitions of Her
favorite activities. All with one goal in mind, to provide Her with
maximum pleasure repeatedly, while She continued to enjoy my
continued denial. The demands of my servitude were bad enough during
the evenings on the weekdays, but then came another weekend of
uninterrupted attention that lasted all day long and into the night
in what seemed to be an eternity of endless devotion. Gradually, I
lost any sense of my own desires and simply became immersed in the
reality of Her emotions. I had become one with Her body and reacted
almost instinctively to the beckoning of Her passions, serving Her
needs energetically then pausing when She wanted to rest. This was
truly where I belonged. I found my deepest fulfillment in striving
to give Her the most intense pleasures possible, and it was music to
my ears each time She said, "I want more, slave!"
Towards the end of the weekend, She tied my hands behind my back and
instructed me to sit on the floor while She reclined on the sofa.
With Her crotch just inches from my face, She told me that my
service had been more than satisfactory, but then admonished me to
remember that I needed to serve Her far more than She needed me. To
illustrate this point, She began to delight Herself right in front
of me. She extended Her wet fingers to my mouth and instructed me to
lick them, telling me that She could have pleasure anytime She
wanted whether I was there or not. She next had me kiss Her vibrator
and then used it to amuse Herself while I looked on, hands still
tied behind my back and helpless to do anything more than watch.
"Remember slave, YOU NEED ME." She asserted. "But I don't need you
at all." She taunted as Her hand and Her vibrator took Her to
heights of quivering ecstasy. Of all the things that transpired
these endless days, that was the cruelest thing She had done to me.
Sensing how hurt I was, She brought my head towards Her chest and
comforted me tenderly, as a mother holds a frightened child.
Reassuringly She told me, "Yes, it's true that I don't need you, but
I definitely want you." as She wiped the tears from my eyes. "I want
you to be my love puppy forever because this is where you belong."
She reached down to untie my wrists and took me to the bed.
And then came the fireworks. After all those agonizing days of
denial, the pent up fluids exploded in glorious bursts until the
convulsions of ecstasy finally subsided. Then blissful abandon as my
limp body floated back in peaceful rest burying itself into the warm
softness of the bed while time stopped. She was kind enough to let
me savor those precious moments of blessed afterglow in silence as I
lay absolutely still, my mind floating on another plain. Then Her
soft voice whispered gently into my ear. "And that was only 10
days!" She chuckled.
Reluctant to move a muscle, I lay there wondering how long Countess
Leah would deny me next time, yet serenely content in the
realization that such details didn't matter. The only important
thing was that I was Hers for as long as She would keep me. And soon
I fell asleep, knowing that She truly cherished my devotion and so
very grateful that She had accepted the gift of my discipline.
Dare To Surrender To The Countess