All individuals in this story are 18 .

My partner and I have always dabbled in the world of kink, but never done any activity with length and continued enthusiasm. That might be a bit of an overstatement if you consider growls of frustration "enthusiasm".*

Lately we've been experimenting with longer stretches of denial and play. I think it really intensified at the top of this year.

"Don't cum right now."

"Cum later."

"You can cum tomorrow."

"You can cum... in a few days, maybe?"

I spent about a month playing at upping the ante around February. He begrudgingly complied each time, annoyed but secretly excited as to how I might make him cum (I'd like to think that I can tell when he's excited, after almost eight years together).

Things started to shift when I started bringing denial as a punishment for habits that were undesirable to me. Habit #1: Going to the bathroom to cum or choosing to cum in the shower without me.

I remember the day he admitted to this after I poked and prodded at him. "Your dick isn't as hard as usual."

"Oh... it's because I came... earlier. In the bathroom."

Without me?

Personally, I thought we were past this. Considering how much I love his cum and love making him cum, why would he slink off to the bathroom of all places when I'm right here?

I didn't finish the blowjob. I denied him for days and let him finish with the agreement that if he was to cum, he would do it with the door open at least. So I wouldn't miss the view.

Things were fine for a while until they weren't. He had the grace to admit his wrong, quietly, while I was riding him... for what felt like way too long if he was behaving himself.

"I may have... cum... before this."

Ah. I see. No more riding for you, then.

"As a matter of fact, let me have your phone."

I enabled App Limits for his favorite porn apps including Reddit.

I told him he wasn't allowed to cum until I felt that he learned his lesson.

For the next few days, I trained him. Reminded him to say "please" and "thank you". At the same time, I explored a new avenue that we hadn't gotten around to: pet play.

I've always been kinky. He thought he was vanilla. It took some exploration of concepts and ideas to get to the point where he expressed that he could potentially have a pet space. I asked him to pick an animal he closely identified with and a name to call him.

Darling. Hucow.

At day 3 I stroked his cock on our bed. I laid leisurely beside him and told him if he wanted to be milked, he needed to tell me.

"Okay." Simple. Exasperated. He hadn't been without his porn outlets before.

Not getting off easy. "Say it back to me."

"I'll tell you if I need to be milked."

"Why?"

"Why? Because..." He grasped for an answer.

I stopped stroking his cock and looked at him expectantly. I look into his eyes, gauging his frustration. Compared to the single time I had edged him forever ago when he was growling my name and hissing please, I knew he wasn't at his limit yet.

I was patient. Watched and played with his balls to keep him buzzed. A few minutes went by. Enough for him to throw his hands up. "I don't know."

"So you want me to tell you?"

"Yes. Please."

At least he remembered to add the please. I open my mouth and give him a satisfactory answer. "It's because you're a slutty little pet, full of cum and constantly ready for a milking."

He stares at me incredulously.

I smile. "Go ahead."

After he repeated it, I was satisfied. I climbed off of the bed and went back to my business.

This went on for a few more days. I started to see that haze of frustration in his eyes, a darkening, a glower. It was fun to get him to that point again. It's exciting to see if he'll let that frustration grip him and try to do something about it, or if he'll remain submissive to me.

We played on the couch but I remained noncommittal. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet." A truth, a challenge.

"You can punish me more right now, just please, make me cum, I need to cum." A plea.

"Fine. Think of your punishment."

"You can... humiliate me. I'll do something embarrassing."

"Like what? :)"

"I'll... moo for you. While I cum." It's grumbled, quiet, frustrated, tentative. I delighted in the moment. He'd thought of such a brilliant punishment all by himself. He called his petsona into our play of his own free will.

I was on all fours with him buried inside me. We weren't moving at my instruction. Of course when I finally rewarded him with sex, it was at my pace. I came out the winner. "It's a deal. Make noise for me, Darling."

"I won't last long," he said.

"I know," was my reply. I let him fuck into me before I gave him the best reward I could. I fucked back, throwing my ass back to match his thrusts in his favorite way. It wasn't long before he choked on his words, clutched my hips and fucked me hard. "M-Moo," he started, and I was grateful he couldn't see me smile. He made his pet noises with every thrust until he came inside me.

Later, he told me that he came so hard.

"See? There's no reason for you to cum without me."