(Please find the first two chapters of Selena and Matt's adventure here:

https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/comments/1f9qor4/the_orgasmdenial_spell_part_1/

https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/comments/1flikhy/the_orgasmdenial_spell_part_ii/)

*

I was sitting back on Selena's couch while she, from a kneeling position, began to unbuckle my belt.

"You still look a little surprised, Matt", she said. I leaned forward so she could remove my belt, which she then tossed to the side, and tried to organize my racing thoughts. I'd gone from being very confused (not to mention hornier than I'd ever been in my life), to reluctantly accepting the reality of magic and of having been placed under a spell I both loved and hated, to being offered some much-needed relief in a form I'd scarcely dared to hope for an hour previous. How had it happened?

Let's back up.

*

I'd experienced a wave of panic earlier, as we'd gotten ready to leave the cafe. Yes, a part of me liked what she'd done (even if, as I still couldn't help thinking, it must have been more some kind of hypnosis than actual magic). Yes, it was exciting (I was stammering some of this aloud to her as we walked, trying to keep my voice low). "But Selena", I continued as we walked out the door together (in a tone that sounded more pleading than I'd intended), "I mean...Miss...(she smiled as I corrected myself)...it can be reversed, can't it? The spell?"

Selena turned to me and stroked my cheek again, briefly. "Of course, Matthew. You don't mind if I call you Matthew?"

"Of course not", I murmured. My own voice sounded far away to me. I couldn't help looking into her eyes and feeling dizzy. It seemed almost superfluous that she'd bothered with actual hypnosis, or magic, or whatever the explanation was.

"I can reverse it anytime I like. All I have to do is say the word of a round, red fruit."

"Um. You mean, 'apple?'"

She nodded, then broke into a grin. "But don't worry. It's my least favorite fruit! I almost never have cause to say it!"

And with that she walked off, practically skipping.

*

The rest of the afternoon at work went by in a blur of fantasies and longing. All I could think about was seeing Selena again that evening. I made a quick stop at home after the day was mercifully finished to shower, shave, and again try on about five different shirts, none of them seeming quite right. Was it a casual evening, formal, or something in-between? And what effect did I actually want my appearance to have on her, come to think of it? Did I want to show that I respected her enough to dress nicely, and thus increase my chances of getting in her good graces and having her reverse the spell?

Or...did I want to make her pleased that she'd chosen me?

I finally settled on a light blue collared shirt and a pair of black jeans that could almost pass for dress pants, and swung by a local Chinese place to get take-out before heading over to Selena's.

When she answered the door, I almost dropped the food. Her shoulder-length dark hair was down, and she was wearing a white buttoned shirt (the kind that I sometimes wore to work myself) with the first couple of buttons open. It was nothing salacious or even inappropriate for going out; but in my desperate state, my imagination immediately started racing. In addition, she had on a black pleated skirt that seemed (at least in my febrile male psyche) to complete the outfit of the archetypical sexy secretary (I still had no idea what she did for a living); again, entirely appropriate for a day at work or out on the town, but the way it showed off her long bare legs made me feel slightly faint. She was barefoot, also. Her toenails were the same violet as her fingernails.

Smiling, she greeted me, and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek that nevertheless sent a futile wave of desire through me. "It smells delicious!"

*

As had happened earlier in the day, something strange happened when we sat down to eat. Being close to her of course intensified all my desires...but it also assuaged them in a way, and I found myself reasonably capable of talking about all kinds of topics with her. Food, music, movies. Not only was I capable of it, but it was gratifying to be discovering that I found her just as bewitching as a person as I found her physically. I felt briefly like I'd have been happy to talk with her for hours, the predicament she'd put me in an incidental detail of our new courtship that wasn't urgent in the slightest.

I felt that way, at any rate, until we'd both finished our meals (I had shrimp with garlic sauce; she had lo mein) and were sitting at the table with a couple of glasses of wine, and I felt her bare foot begin to nudge against mine, before gradually working its way up my leg.

I made a groaning noise and, in a rather undignified way, hit my forehead gently, a few times, against the table. Immediately hard, I felt my toes contract, and my body started to tremble with desire.

I looked up to find her smiling, as her foot worked its way into my lap. Her toes tapped me lightly- once, twice before moving a few inches away and resting along my inner thigh. "Are you okay, Matt?" She asked. "I don't want you to give yourself a concussion like that. You're not tired, are you? I understand if you want to go after your busy day. We can always continue this another evening."

"No no no no no no no", I stammered, looking up with a panicked expression, which prompted a peal of laughter from her. "I just..." I very softly pounded the table with a closed fist.

"Just what?" She asked softly, her foot rubbing back and forth along my inner thigh, ever so slowly. Barely moving, in fact. Barely touching.

"I'm just..." My voice almost broke. I took a sip of red wine to steady myself. "I guess I'm not used to not being able to orgasm."

"We'll fix that", she promised quietly, and I groaned again. "Want to watch a movie?"

*

...In retrospect, I can't even remember how I got her to say the word "apple." Nor do I remember consciously making the attempt to trick her into it, but I suppose I must have. All I know is that it happened while we were talking towards the end of a movie that I had a great deal of difficulty concentrating on- and it was nothing too nefarious on my part, I don't think. I'd only somehow made a comparison with another movie I'd seen recently that had prompted her to respond with the phrase, "Apples and oranges."

What I remember most vividly, however, is that the disappointment on her face after she realized what she'd said (or the apparent disappointment at any rate- perhaps I should've been more suspicious) mirrored the disappointment that I- against all logic- suddenly felt as well.

Then she shrugged, said that it would take at least 24 hours to revise the spell, and suggested that she might as well give me a blowjob on the couch. "I can be a good sport too", she said.

*

I was still a little dazed by the sudden turn of events, and even as I mentioned vaguely disappointed, but the disappointment was overridden by a very real and desperate need to cum.

Selena, as mentioned above, said that I seemed surprised.

"Well I...I just didn't expect..."

She paused, having unbuttoned my khakis, and looked up at me, letting her hands rest on my hips. "You didn't expect, Matt, that a dominant woman would be giving you a blowjob?"

"No, I...I guess not."

"So you think there's something submissive in the act of giving a blowjob?" She was watching me intently, big brown eyes focused on mine. I was thinking that maybe we could wait until afterwards to analyze it, but an answer was clearly expected of me- even though I could barely think!

"I...I guess I've always associated it more with submissiveness than dominance", I allowed. "But I don't think you're being submissive right now, Miss Selena."

She smiled faintly and exhaled at my fly. Warm breath. "How perceptive of you", she said quietly. Then she unzipped my pants slowly. "You've got a bit of an erection right now, so we've got to be careful. Wouldn't want you getting an injury."

I grimaced as the zipper passed a few inches from the aforementioned erection. "I appreciate that."

"I think we do have to concede one thing", she continued, as I leaned forward to help her slide my pants down from my waist. "Namely that boys magically consigned to the torment of orgasm denial don't typically receive blowjobs from their new Mistresses unless they've been very...very good."

It was the kind of formulation that reawakened my awful suspicion- horrible, really- that this was all some kind of trick. The thought however vanished like lightning- and after all, she had said "apple."

"Then again", she continued as she tossed my pants in the same direction she'd tossed my belt, "you've been a good sport and maybe you do deserve a reward." She looked up at me sternly. "Just don't get used to it."

"I won't...I promise", I said weakly, taking a deep breath as she reached for the button of my boxers- black today, I had the suspicion that she would at least be seeing them tonight (even if I hadn't dared to hope it would be in the context of a blowjob), and I thought they were a good-looking pair as far as boxers went- and let my erection slide through. She'd only been teasing me for about 24 hours, if you counted the party, but I happened not to have masturbated all week (it was Saturday now), and with the addition of her teasing, it felt like it had been forever.

"Such a desperate cock", she murmured, blowing on it softly and then extending her tongue, slowly taking me into her mouth. All thought ceased, and I closed my eyes, leaning back on the couch. It was happening!

"Hey!" I snapped open my eyes, and she was smiling up at me, having paused her ministrations. "You know what I just realized? That whole first part of the movie, that was all the sister's dream, wasn't it?"

I tried to focus. Had we watched a movie? "I think so. I think that explains a lot of things- the strange way the characters talk, that creature behind the Diner. I'm sure we'd pick up a lot of details if we watched it again."

"Yes, I think so. Smart boy, Matt. Very attentive."

"I...I try", I smiled weakly.

"Do you want to watch it again now?" I felt her move away and it looked like she was about to stand up. The movie had been over 2 hours long. "I have it rented for 48 hours!"

"No no no no no please please please Miss Selena", I heard myself saying. "Maybe...maybe after...?"

She giggled and moved closer again, smiling sweetly at me and rolling her eyes, shaking her head. "Yes, yes yes...I forgot, the all-important male orgasm. Back to my duties. Very well..."

Her mouth closed around me again. Every part of my body (well, every part except one) once again went weak, and I let myself lean back against the couch, eyes closed.

"But then why does she still have the money from the dream in the last act? If the first act was all a dream, I mean?"

I couldn't help groaning the moment I'd felt her pull away again- how long had it been this time, maybe five seconds?- and looked down into her smiling face again. She was enjoying this. It was clear that giving my thoughts on the plot wasn't optional. I felt my voice breaking a little as I said, "I think..." What did I think? "I think...the money was in the dream because it was real, you know? But it was on her mind, so she was dreaming about it."

She appeared to consider this, and for a dreadful moment I had the feeling that the continuation of the blowjob depended on whether she agreed with me. But she suddenly nodded with conviction (an incredibly cute gesture, somehow). "That sounds logical to me." I sighed with relief.

"Warm in here", she added. Still smiling, she sat up and reached downwards, beginning to unbutton her white shirt. One extra button...two...I got the slightest glimpse of purple lace before she paused, and stood. Gesturing with her finger, she said, "Wait a second. I almost forgot."

I knew it was unbecoming of a submissive male- or any male, really, in my humble opinion- to display impatience as the recipient of such a generous act, and I knew it was part of the tease, but I couldn't help the fact that, as she stood up, a couple of incoherently desperate sounds emanated from the back of my throat. My eyes followed her lovely form- white shirt over what I now knew to be purple lace (she was still going to take it off, wasn't she?), and a black pleated skirt that in my fevered imagination now also covered...well, who knew? I'd begun to associate her with the color purple, and all its minute variations.

"Don't worry Matt", she said as she circled behind me, "this will just take a second, and then I'll take off my shirt." I heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing, and she laughed. "I did tell you that I'm a mind-reader too, didn't I?"

I chuckled, leaning back and feeling her hand run through my hair. "Guilty as charged", I said.

"I'm shocked", she whispered next to my ear, and as she did, she wrapped a black blindfold around my eyes. It happened so quickly, and she secured it so firmly, that it took me a couple of seconds to register what had happened. I opened my eyes underneath- it was comfortable enough, but I couldn't see anything at all.

"That's better", I heard her say as her voice circled back around to the front of the couch. I felt her hands on my knees again, my hips, brushing over my erection. It made me groan, and the movements of her body between my legs told me that now she was unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. A few seconds later, I heard it drop to the floor. "This isn't a fashion show, you know."

I groaned again, a little louder this time, and she giggled. "I promised you a blowjob, Matt. I didn't say you got to ogle me at the same time."

"That's...that's totally understandable, Miss Selena", I managed, squirming in my seat.

She laughed triumphantly. "Good boy."

All thought once again ceased as I felt her take me into her mouth again- my head lolling back, the strength going from my legs, the disappointment of not being allowed to see her. "Oh God", I whispered, and, not wanting to give her any ideas, only thought: please don't stop. And, to my surprise, she didn't- at least for a little while. She did go slow, of course, little licks and swirls of her tongue leading up to a point where she once again took me into her mouth. My breathing had changed, and I was just beginning to really enjoy myself, when she stopped again and I felt my erection flop down into empty air. I heard myself moan and bit my knuckle, my toes contracting. "M...Miss Selena, what...?"

I couldn't see her, but I knew she was smiling as she leaned forward and looked up at me. I could feel her breasts pressing against my inner thighs. "Come on, Matt. We already agreed that you'll probably look back on this as being a pretty special privilege, didn't we? You have to let me tease you a little."

A quick kiss right on my tip provoked more like a cry of despair than a moan, and I found myself almost spasming in my seat, my legs trembling uncontrollably. This in turn provoked more laughter from Selena, who put her hands on my knees as she stood up. "Actually, hold on. Be right back." I could sense her pause as she looked down at me, and she then added, barely able to keep the giggle out of her voice, "Don't go anywhere."

I heard her circle around behind me again, and when she returned I felt her wrap something- it felt like a long-sleeve cotton shirt- around my ankles, tying them snugly and securely to the point that my ankles were crossed. I then felt her on the couch next to me, taking my wrists and doing the same to them with what felt like another shirt. She murmured, "Just a little taste of helplessness for you, Matt", which once again made my body tremble and shake, as without even meaning to I felt myself trying to escape. But I couldn't move.

I'll introduce you to my cuffs another time", she said from between my legs. "To a deeper helplessness. If you're good."

And then, once again, all thought ceased.

*

Sort of.

It was more like I was flitting in and out of consciousness for what felt like the next hour. But for all I knew it was longer, or shorter than that. Selena would change speeds, start and stop abruptly (sometimes when she stopped she would say or ask me something, but sometimes just sit there, presumably watching my reactions). Once she went to get a glass of water, offering me one as well, departing from me with one quick kiss on my tip that sent me into a fit of trembling and caused her to giggle uncontrollably.

When she finally pushed me over the edge, I wasn't expecting it. She had pulled away so many times already, and she seemed to be so good (almost preternaturally?) at knowing when I was close, I expected her to stop once more. But to my surprise and incredible relief, she kept going, speeding up, and I felt myself finally racing up not just to that far away cliff on the horizon, but finally stumbling over the edge, falling, an ocean of bliss waiting for me at the bottom...and...and...

...nothing.

"...No!" I cried. "No!"

It was the point of no return, and my body spasmed as if in the throes of orgasm, but...there was no relief. No pleasure. No orgasm. I don't quite remember all the sounds that came out of my mouth, but I eventually ended up exhausted, on my side, humping the air in weaker and weaker movements. Trying to reclaim the nirvana that it had been SO sure was within reach.

Once I'd finally stopped shaking and making noises, lying there on my side, I heard her move towards me, and felt her hand undoing the blindfold.

"Peekaboo." Her eyes were shining, and she was grinning widely. Able to see again, I couldn't help noting that she was kneeling in front of me in her purple lace bra. My futile erection pressed upwards against the air, and I groaned.

She smiled even wider. "Still associate blowjobs with submissiveness, Matt?"

In spite of the fact that I nearly had tears in my eyes, I had to chuckle with appreciation at her evil genius. "Maybe...maybe with my own, Miss Selena."

She threw back her head and laughed at that. I realized that I liked making her laugh. I liked pleasing her.

"But I still don't...understand..."

She looked back down at me, eyes still shining. My own eyes wandered a bit, and I noticed her skirt was on the floor, in a pile with my pants and belt. I tried to stop myself from glancing downwards.

"Don't understand what, silly boy?"

"I just...I thought...with the word 'apple' and all..." I was still acutely aware that my wrists and ankles were tied, that I was her prisoner. She leaned forward and stroked the side of my face with the back of her hand. Purple-painted nails gently grazed the stubble on my chin.

"Matt, Matt, Matt. Such a smart boy. I think you had that movie figured out almost from the beginning. But you really thought that I would tell you how to reverse the spell?"

I stared at her, mouth agape.

"Do you want to know my theory?" Eyes fixed on mine, still stroking the side of my face gently.

I nodded. "More than anything."

"I think you knew all along that I was tricking you. But you didn't mind and even liked it. One part of you knew, anyway. The other part of you...well, you were thinking..."- her hand began to trail down my neck, to my chest- "with...your...penis", she finished, reaching the organ of which she spoke and giving it a gentle squeeze.

I almost passed out. I'd been calm for a few minutes, somehow, but now I felt myself struggling against the restraints again, fidgeting. She waited patiently for me to relax, still holding on to my erection. Like it was her possession.

Waiting me out, she proceeded once I'd calmed down. Still holding me with a firm grip down there and looking deep into my eyes, she said, "You know what it's time for now, don't you? Once I untie you?"

I wasn't sure. And was somehow afraid to make any suggestions. I shook my head.

In a gentle but authoritative tone, she said, "It's time for you to put your clothes back on and put your penis away. It's had enough excitement for one evening, don't you think?"

To my horror, I found myself nodding obediently.

"Good boy." She patted my head affectionately, and stood up, walking around the couch and leaving my erection bobbing in the air. As she did, I realized that her legs were bare except for a small pair of lace panties, purple, that matched her bra.

After she had let me loose, I stood up unsteadily. She reached out one hand to my arm to steady me, and in the process one of her breasts brushed against my shoulder. "I don't know about you, but I wouldn't mind another movie before you go. I'm suddenly not very tired."

"That...that sounds good to me", I said, still in a daze. I stumbled over to my pants, grimacing slightly as I walked with an erection. All the while, all I could think was that I needed to cum. I needed to, I was sure of that...and yet I clearly wasn't going to.

She broke contact again and took my place on the couch, crossing one lovely leg over the other and looking up at me. I couldn't help groaning at the sight of her in such a pose, and at her knowing smile. "Are you going to be able to get those pants on, by the way?" Her tone was concerned. "I could always get an icepack from the freezer. We don't want you to get injured."

I shivered at the idea of an ice pack, and reluctantly began to slide my pants on. "I...I think I can manage, Miss Selena. I just have to be careful." It wasn't, after all, the first time I'd ever put on a pair of pants while I had an erection. It was perhaps the most frustrating, though.

I zipped myself up and buttoned my pants, all while she watched intently. "Yay." She clapped her hands briefly and sashayed with her shoulders, seemingly overcome with happiness. It was so cute it killed me. "The only thing missing is that I wish a zipper made...a louder sound, I guess. To add more of a note of finality to the proceedings, you know? To punctuate your imprisonment."

I doubled-over with the ache as a wave of arousal passed through me, holding my hands on my knees and looking up at her, chuckling despite everything. "I'm...I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"Hmmm. Oh!" It seemed as though an idea had just come to her. "You've been having a lot of erections, haven't you?"

"Since we met? I...I would say so."

She seemed to lapse into thought again. "We'll have to see what we can do about that."

"What do you...?"

She laughed. "Don't worry about that for now, though. Hurry up and pick a movie. Chop chop."

*

About an hour later, I had my arm around Selena's waist, spooning her. We were lying on the couch, in the middle of the movie, when she abruptly looked up at me. She raised her head and kissed me on the lips softly, lingering. Having managed to calm down somewhat in the interim, I felt the ache and the desperation return immediately.

Softly, she asked, "Did you enjoy your blowjob?"

Lying with her like this had almost allowed me to trick myself into thinking this was a typical dynamic, girlfriend and boyfriend rather than Mistress and submissive, but that one little question was an immediate reminder of just how much power she had over me. I had to fight to quell another round of pleading and begging, to stop myself from squirming so much that she'd be knocked off the edge of the couch (although I considered that she'd probably find that amusing).

And yet, after my immediate reaction, I found myself considering her question. And I found myself answering honestly.

"It was...it was amazing, Miss Selena."

"Good. I'm glad." She kissed me again, smiling. "It might be your last for a very, very long time."

"Y...yes, Miss."

I shivered again, and turned back to watching the movie. I had no idea what had been happening for the last few minutes- or even for the last hour, come to think of it. I hoped there wouldn't be a quiz.