Hey guys! This is a true story about the relationship that taught me how cruel I can be and how far orgasm denial can go. This was a couple of years after I broke up with the c**t that was Jake, and I had been a little bit of a slut, I will admit that. I learned I would never be submissive for someone ever again, and I wouldn't let anyone treat me like shit ever again. So, this is about Joe, and how I met him. He was an amazing boy, and probably the only guy I've actually loved. We grew apart in the end, as he had to move for work. We tried long distance, but it didn't work. He lives nearby again now, but we are just friends. However, while we were together I got to have so much fun, and I think he did too...just not as much as I did.

I will write this in parts, as it's long. This is still a really happy memory for me and Joe [not his real name] is an amazing guy. Although he saw me drunk on a night out and told me his now fiancee isn't interested in the type of fun we had, and he does miss it. But I'm not about to break up a relationship....even though I would love to get him tied to my bed one more time! (God, I hope he isn't on this sub or finds my reddit account, haha. He will so be pissed off).

Joe, the perfect toy.

I was 25 at the time, and Joe was this sweet, innocent boy of 21. I knew of him through my younger sister, who was friends with his crowd. He'd had a crush on me for years, apparently, and that day at Leeds Festival, our paths crossed.

I was with a group of friends, wandering the festival grounds, drinking and taking in the music. I spotted Joe hanging with a few of my sister's friends, and they called me over. There was a buzz in the air, and we all got talking, laughing, and joking around. Joe was shy at first, but a few drinks in, he started to open up. He was adorable, with his nervous smile and awkward attempts at flirting.

As the day turned to night, the group of us ended up back at Joe's tent, sitting in a circle, passing around a bottle of cheap vodka. The drink flowed, and so did the stories and laughter. Joe's friends were great, and I could see why my sister hung out with them. They welcomed me into the fold, and I felt right at home, despite being a few years older.

Joe and I sat close, our legs touching as we passed the bottle back and forth. I could sense his nervousness, but the alcohol was loosening him up. I teased him playfully, asking if he'd ever kissed a girl, knowing full well about his crush on me. His friends egged him on, daring him to make a move.

"Come on, Joe," I said, my voice low and teasing. "I'll give you a challenge. You can kiss me, but only if you can keep your hands to yourself."

The tent fell silent as Joe's eyes widened. I could see the desire in them, and I knew he was imagining what it would be like to press his lips against mine. His friends urged him on, shouting and whooping, creating a raucous atmosphere.

Joe leaned in, his breath warm on my face, and our lips met. It was soft and tentative at first, but as the kiss deepened, I could feel his desire growing. His hands balled into fists at his sides, fighting the urge to touch me.

I broke the kiss, leaving him wanting more. "Not bad, Joe," I whispered, a wicked smile spreading across my face. "But can you do it again and make me believe you've kissed girls before?"

The challenge hung in the air, and Joe's eyes blazed with determination. I could see the wheels turning in his head as he leaned in for another kiss. This time, it was hungrier, more passionate. His lips parted slightly, and his tongue teased mine, sending a shiver down my spine.

His hands, though, stayed firmly by his sides, trembling with the effort of holding back. I felt his self-control in that kiss, and it only made me want to push him further.

The night wore on, and the vodka took its toll. I decided to leave Joe's tent to head back to my own. I staggered out into the sea of tents, my steps unsteady. The music and laughter from different campsites created a chaotic symphony, and I felt a buzz from the drinks and the thrill of the game I'd played with Joe and his friends.

Navigating the huge campsite alone, I quickly became disoriented. My heart began to race as I realized I had no idea where I was going. The vodka muddled my thoughts, and I started to panic. I was dressed lightly, in a thin vest top and tiny denim shorts, and the chill of the night sent goosebumps forming on my skin.

As I wandered, I stumbled upon a group of guys who looked to be in their early twenties. Their laughter was loud, and the scent of weed hung heavy in the air. Discarded bags with telltale signs of cocaine use were scattered around their tents. I felt a twinge of fear as I realized I was alone and vulnerable and wearing very little.

Then, a familiar hand landed on my shoulder, and I spun around to see Joe standing there. Relief washed over me when I recognized his face. "Sasha," he said, his voice calm and steady. "One of the girls saw you wandering around by yourself. Are you okay?"

I smiled at him, feeling grateful for his presence. "I think I got a little lost," I admitted, my voice small. "Can I crash in your tent for the night? I can't seem to find my way back to mine."

Joe's eyes softened, and he nodded. "Of course. Let's get you back."

I leaned into him as we walked, pressing my body against his arm. I could feel his muscles tense under my touch, and I knew he was trying to ignore the sensation. "You're too drunk, Sasha," he kept saying. "I'm your sister's friend. This isn't right."

But I knew exactly what I was doing. I liked the idea of corrupting this innocent boy.

When we reached his tent, I quickly slipped inside, leaving the flap open behind us. The warm summer night air felt good on my skin, and the sounds of the festival buzzed in the background. I turned to face Joe, a playful smile on my lips, and without a moment's hesitation, I slid my vest top off, revealing my breasts encased in a simple white bra.

"Come closer, Joe," I purred, taking a step towards him.

He hesitated, his eyes flicking between my face and my half-exposed body. "I really shouldn't, Sasha. We shouldn't be doing this."

I loved the nervousness in his voice, the way he tried to fight his desire. It only made me want him more. I pouted, stepping back as if hurt. "If you don't want to, that's fine. If you don't find me attractive, I understand."

He looked alarmed at that, quickly backtracking. "No, Sasha, you're beautiful. I've had a crush on you since I was a kid. It's just—this feels like a dream. I don't want to mess it up."

I teased him with a raised eyebrow. "So, did you used to jerk off thinking about me? Imagining what it would be like to have me all to yourself?" I could see the flush spreading across his cheeks, and I knew that was a silent yes.

I pulled him down, our lips never parting, and we fell to the tent floor in a tangle of limbs. As we kissed, I guided his hands to my breasts, and he cupped them tentatively, his touch sending shivers through me. My bra soon joined my vest top on the floor, and Joe's mouth went dry as his eyes took in the sight of my naked breasts.

I wanted to consume him, feel his innocence dissolve under my touch. My hand slid down his body, coming to rest on his tented shorts. I could feel his hardness, throbbing against the fabric. Sliding my hand beneath the waistband, I took his length in my grip, feeling it twitch and leak in response.

Joe's moans filled the tent, and his eyes rolled back in bliss. "You're so hard, Joe," I whispered, stroking him gently. "Have you ever felt this good before?"

He shook his head, his cheeks flaming with embarrassment. "N-no. Never like this."

Teasingly, I ran my thumb over the tip, spreading the moisture. "Are you a virgin, Joe?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

He nodded, his eyes fixed on mine, daring me to judge him.

I smiled, a devilish gleam in my eye. "It's okay, Joe. I like that. I want to be your first."

His breath quickened, and he bit his lip, unsure how to respond.

I squeezed his cock gently. "Tell me, Joe. Tell me you're a virgin."

"Y-yes," he stammered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I am."

Hearing him admit it only fueled my fire. I started to stroke him in earnest, my hand gliding up and down the full length of his shaft. His hips squirmed uncontrollably as I set a slow, torturous pace. With my thumb, I teased the tip, spreading the precum over the sensitive head.

Joe's breath came in ragged gasps now, and he dug his fingers into the floor of the tent, as if trying to anchor himself against the tide of pleasure washing over him. "Sasha, please," he begged, his voice cracking. "I—I can't take much more."

With each stroke, I felt his control slipping away, his body tensing as he fought against the building tide. His innocence was so arousing, knowing that I alone was drawing out these sensations from him. The idea that I was the first to touch him like this, the first to hear his desperate pleas, sent a thrill coursing through me.

"You like that, don't you, Joe?" I whispered, bringing my mouth close to his ear. "You like having my hand on your cock, feeling my touch."

He whimpered in response, his body squirming as I quickened the pace, my hand working him inside his shorts. "You're so close, aren't you? So close to cumming, and you haven't even touched me yet. That's how I want it, Joe. I want you to lose control."

I did tease him a little, I'll admit. I mean, it was his first time, and he was close to cumming already. I stilled my hand, and his hips bucked, seeking more.

"Oh, Joe," I cooed. "You don't want to cum yet, do you? You want to enjoy this a little longer, make it last."

His eyes were wild, filled with a mix of desire and embarrassment. He shook his head vigorously, his breath coming in short gasps. "N-no, I don't want to cum. Not yet. Please, Sasha, don't stop."

I laughed, a soft, mischievous sound. "Don't worry, Joe. I'm not going to let you cum just yet."

I massaged his balls gently, feeling them tighten in my hand. "You know, Joe, I haven't even taken your cock out of your shorts yet. It's still trapped in here, desperate to get out."

With slow, deliberate movements, I slid his shorts down his thighs, past his knees, and off. His cock sprang free, standing proudly, trembling with need. He had a cute cock, honestly. It wasn't massive, but it wasn't tiny either. Smaller than some of the guys I'd been with, but that only made it more endearing, and it only made me want him more.

"Such a cute little cock," I murmured, running my fingers along the length. "And it's all mine to play with."

Joe groaned, his hands clutching at the floor of the tent. "Please, Sasha, don't tease me anymore. I need more."

I smiled at his eagerness. Bending down, I placed a soft kiss on the tip of his cock, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum. "Mmm, you taste good, Joe. But I'm not done teasing you yet, I want to have more fun with you."

I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, flicking it back and forth, enjoying the way his body trembled in response. Taking my time, I teased him with my lips and tongue, edging closer to the head but never quite engulfing him.

"Please, Sasha," he begged, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Suck me. I need to feel your mouth on me."

Hearing him beg only made me want to tease him more. "Patience, Joe," I breathed, my hot breath washing over his sensitive flesh. "Good things come to those who wait."

I went slower than I ever had before. I was in total control of Joe; his virgin cock was mine to play with, and I relished the power I held.

I took my time, laving his balls with my tongue, my hands caressing his thighs as I continued to tease him. I swirled my tongue around his sac, feeling the weight of him in my mouth. His balls were heavy and tight, dangling above the base of his shaft. I teased them with gentle kisses, my lips sucking them gently, before trailing soft kisses along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.

My mouth hovered close to his cock, but never quite touching. I blew warm air over him, listening to his sharp intakes of breath, enjoying the effect I was having. With the tip of my tongue, I drew lazy circles around the base of his shaft, tracing the veins that pulsed with his need.

Joe's hips squirmed as he tried to thrust into my mouth, his hands now fisted in my hair, guiding me closer to his length. He wanted to bury himself in my warmth, but I denied him, keeping just out of reach, relishing the sounds of his desperate pleas.

"Please, Sasha," he begged. "Take me in your mouth." His words were like music to my ears, a symphony of desire, but I wasn't ready to give in just yet.

My tongue flicked out, tasting the tip of his cock, the moisture gathering there. I could feel his body trembling, his muscles taut as bowstrings as he fought for control. He tasted of youth and desire, his salty-sweet flavor only fueling my own appetite.

With a slow, deliberate movement, I finally wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, taking him in. His length slipped past my lips, filling my mouth, and I savored the feeling of him expanding my lips, his girth stretching my mouth wide.

Joe gasped, his hips bucking as he tried to thrust deeper. I held him firm, my hands on his hips, keeping him in place as I sucked and teased him with gentle bites. My tongue swirled and flicked, caressing the sensitive underside of his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down, taking more of him with each descent.

I could feel his control slipping away, his body tensing as he neared the edge. I knew he was close, so I pulled away, my lips leaving a trail of wetness along his length.

Joe whimpered in protest, his eyes pleading with me. His cute face was flushed, his lips parted as he panted, and his eyes seemed to shine with an almost feminine gloss. Yes, he did seem more fem than boy in that moment.

I giggled, delighted by his desperate expression. "Did you like that, Joe? Do you want more?"

His voice was desperate and breathless; his neediness only fueling my desire to deny him further. "Please, Sasha. I'm so close. Don't stop now."

Joe's appeal only made my heart race. After my last relationship with Jake, I had indeed gone down the rabbit hole of teasing and denial. I relished the power I held over men, the way I could control their pleasure with just my touch. And Joe, with his innocence and desperation, was the perfect prey for my dark desires.

"Don't worry, Joe," I cooed, stroking his cock gently. "I'm not going to leave you hanging."

With a slow, deliberate movement, I took him back into my mouth, sucking gently as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. I knew he was sensitive there, and I loved the way his body reacted to my touch. His hips bucked, thrusting into my mouth, but I held him firm, controlling the pace.

I bobbed my head up and down, taking more of him with each descent, until I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I relaxed my throat muscles, allowing him to slide in deeper, filling my mouth to the brim.

Joe's breath hitched, and his hands flew to my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he tried to guide me. "Oh, Sasha," he moaned. "That feels so good. I—I can't hold on much longer."

Hearing his admission, I knew he was close to the edge. I wanted to push him further, to see how much he could take. With a final, deep suck, I pulled back, my lips gliding up the length of his shaft until just the tip remained between my lips.

Joe's eyes widened as he realized what I was doing. "No, please," he begged. "Don't stop now. I'm so close. Please, Sasha, I need to cum."

I couldn't help but feel a thrill at his words. Seeing him so desperate, so vulnerable, only fueled my own desire. But I had no intention of letting him find release just yet. With a teasing smile, I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft, tasting his salty sweetness.

"Not yet, Joe," I whispered. "You're not going to cum until I say so."

His body trembled as he tried to hold back, his hips squirming as he sought friction, any sensation to push him over the edge. I teased him with my tongue, flicking it over the head of his cock, spreading the precum that had gathered there.

"Please, Sasha," he pleaded, his voice cracking. "I can't take much more. Please let me cum." Tears welled in his eyes, and my heart almost burst with excitement at the sight.

I could see the anguish in his eyes, the battle he was fighting within himself. Joe was torn between his desire and his conscience, and I loved being the cause of his turmoil.

With a soft smile, I lay down next to him, our bodies side by side. Reaching out, I stroked his cheek gently, my touch soft and soothing. "Maybe we should stop," I murmured, looking into his eyes. "We're both a little drunk, and you might regret this tomorrow."

Joe moaned, his eyes closing as my fingers trailed down his cheek. "I—I've never been so sure of anything in my life, Sasha. I want this, I want you." His words were passionate and true, but I had no intention of giving in.

Not yet.

"Let's just slow down a bit," I said, my voice calming and reasonable. I pulled his shorts back up over his leaking cock, and he moaned softly as the fabric brushed against his sensitive flesh, the sensation almost pushing him over the edge.

"I'll be honest, Joe," I said, my eyes holding his. "I don't usually do this. Sleep with guys on the first night, I mean. But there's something about you that's different."

It wasn't a complete lie. I mean, I had slept with guys on the first night before, but there was something about Joe that made me want to draw out the game, to savor the anticipation.

His eyes widened at my words, and he blushed, his cheeks tinged with a cute pink hue. "You—you really mean that?"

I nodded, stroking his cheek again. "I do. And I want to make this special. So, let's just take it slow, okay?"

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Okay," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of desire and relief.

I sat up, reaching for my vest top. "I'm a little cold," I said, running my hands up and down my arms. "Mind if I borrow one of your t-shirts?"

"Of course," he stammered, reaching for a clean shirt and handing it to me. He blushed as my breasts disappeared beneath the fabric, his eyes flicking downward for a brief moment before meeting mine again.

With a playful smile, I slipped off my shorts, leaving me in just his t-shirt and my black lace thong. I knew the outfit was a tease, the thin fabric doing little to hide my body, but I wanted to give Joe a taste of what he craved while still keeping him wanting more.

I lay back down, wrapping my leg over his stomach, our bodies now pressed together. "Hey, Joe," I said, my voice soft and seductive. "Do you have a sleeping bag or something? I don't want to get cold."

He whimpered softly, his eyes flitting between my face and the curves of my body. "Y-yeah, of course." He scrambled to his feet, retrieving the sleeping bag and spreading it over us.

The fabric felt soft against my skin, and I snuggled closer to Joe, my body molding to his. I could feel his heart racing, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to calm himself.

"Good night, Joe," I whispered, my lips brushing his cheek.

"G-good night, Sasha," he replied, his voice thick with desire.

I smiled, feeling his hardness against my thigh, knowing that he was still on the edge, that with just a touch, I could push him over. But I didn't. Instead, I snuggled closer, my body spooning his, my breath soft and even as I pretended to fall asleep.

Little did Joe know, this was just the beginning. I had no intention of letting him find release anytime soon. I wanted to draw out his pleasure, edge him until he was begging for more. And as I lay there, feeling his body tremble with need, I knew that tomorrow would bring a whole new set of delights.

***

So there you go, my darlings. That was how I first met Joe. We spent the next day together and saw some bands, and I gave him my WhatsApp and after a week we were dating. I will go into more next time, if you enjoyed this.