This is my first venture into erotic writing. I hope you enjoy it.

As I work at my grammar/writing skills I hope to write more parts to this where each time the tease and denial get more intense and creative.

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“For research?”, you say looking curiously at the nightstand that has a scarf covering several objects that seem to be neatly organized underneath it.

Your lips curl up to the left with a smirk and your eyes squint ever so slightly where it’s clear you know I’ve got naughty plans in mind. You seem to find my intentions both curious, exciting, and mixed with a healthy dose of skepticism.

We’ve been chatting for months through Kik. Sometimes for hours on end and sometimes we go for a few days in which only a few playful lines are exchanged. The written word is very useful for getting to know someone. Phrasing, grammar, slang, questions, stories, and even how emojis are used can reveal a lot about a person. For me, it helps build comfort and it’s a safer way to get to know someone. It can be fun too. The mind is the most erotic part we have. I find it advantageous that I get to start with you there. No height, weight, age, or location defining whether or not we connect. We found each other because we were seeking the same thing online. Whether or not we’d have chemistry was ours to explore.

“After all of our chats and two video calls you’re still skeptical?”

Now it’s my turn to smirk.

You shrug and look to the side still smiling. That’s enough for me. This can’t wait for any second longer.

“What do you want the safe word to be?”

“Red.”

“Works for me. This being our first time together we’re not going to be pushing any boundaries in restraint or pain. However, you’ll experience some sensory deprivation and there’s always the chance this will spark something in you that you weren’t aware of. Best for us to know you have a way to stop everything should you start to feel uncomfortable. If you say red, I’ll work quickly to make sure you’re comfortable again.”

You nod.

“Shall we begin?” extending an arm out with my palm up as though I’m ushering royalty into their chambers complete with a devilish grin to top it off.

Not taking a step forward, you cross your arms and grab the bottom hem of your shirt swiftly pulling it up and over your head. Much to my surprise you removed your bra at some point during our evening of drinking and chatting in our hotel room. I can’t help but grin from ear to ear. Next, you slide your jeans down to your thighs. While less graceful, watching you struggle out of those form-fitting jeans is no less sexy. My eyes are soaking in your curves.

Climbing onto the bed you ask, “How do you want me?”

“How I want you and how we should start are two very different positions,” I mumble. Geez, my humor is dorky. My eyes are locked onto your and the energy between us is humming at a high tension level. I already feel my groin stirring for you. “Let me get seated first.”

Quickly, I shed my clothes and climb onto the bed. My back is up against the headboard and I place a pillow in my lap with my legs folded underneath it. Patting the pillow. “On your back, shoulders and head laying on the pillow.”

Turning your back to me you slowly ease yourself down.

“I have you now.” I whisper with a coy grin.

Looking up at me you ask, “Is this good?”

“Legs together and straight out, arms at your sides with palms down. Good, just like that.” I place the palm of my left hand over the center of your chest and the right hand on top of my left. “Now I want you to close your eyes and take three slow deep breaths for me. In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

As you close your eyes, my own eyes move to your breasts as you take in your first deep breath.

“Yes, just like that,” I whisper.

The long exhale almost sounds like a sigh as you sink into position and your body starts to relax. You complete the third breath.

I lean in and whisper, “I want you to do that for me again. Give me long, slow breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

“Ok.”

“What did we agree you’d call me when we’re in lab together?”

“Sorry. Yes, Professor.” looking up at me you smirk.

“You’re my number one lab partner.” I tease.

With a snicker, “I better be your only lab partner.”

“Back to your breathing, dear.”

As you close your eyes I slowly move my hands to trace your collar, and neck, and then ever so gently your cheeks up to the top of your head. Placing the tips of my fingers on your scalp I gently start to knead. A soft smile spreads and you continue to melt.

“That feels good”

“No talking or I do I have to gag you?” I tease.

I glimpse you gently bite your lower lip and release as you continue your breaths. My goal now is to relax you and guide your focus on your senses. I was partially being serious when I joked that you’re mine now.

Continuing the head massage, I softly speak into your ear, “A reminder, this session is research because I intend to get to know you and your body very well. I will relax you, tease you, take you on a journey with sensory deprivation and texture exploration. I will learn what makes you drip with frustration. You will be edged. And, if you handle yourself well, you will be allowed to cum. Not only will you be allowed to cum but, I promise you it will be a very, very fierce orgasm.” With the last three words, I catch your legs spread. Excellent. You’re becoming mine. “Keep those deep breaths going for me.”

Minutes pass while my hands firmly, daftly work your scalp. My fingers hover ever so lightly across your face. You sense the heat of them ever so slightly while each tip traces lines and delicately scribes letters across your skin. With the faintest whisper, my voice sends your mind’s eye reeling with details of a scene that sounds invigorating. I see goosebumps on your arms and I know you’re washed in tingles with the right level of focus.

“Remain as you are and continue your breaths.” Slowly I lift the pillow to slip out from underneath you. Standing beside the bed I remove the scarf and eye the journey I’ve planned out for you.

“For this next part of our lab, you only need to obey three rules. First, any sensory deprivation I use is to not be removed until I do so. Second, you are to lay as I position you and to pretend you are restrained in the position I put you in. Third, you are not allowed to cum unless I say so. If you break any of these rules, the lab punishment will be executed. Do you understand these rules?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Any questions?”

“What if I can’t hold back?”

“I expect you to be very articulate like the bright young lab partner that you are. If you’re close, you must tell me you’re close. If you’re getting too sensitive, I expect you to state as much. If you’re frustrated, well tough.”

“Yes, Professor.” You open your eyes and look over to me and then look at the nightstand.

“Continue your breaths. Close your eyes.” I say as I lean in to block you from examining what I have in store for you. Reaching for the nightstand, “Turn your head away from me and slip this blindfold on.”

“Good, now back to the position you were in and start your breaths again.” Taking you all in I can’t believe we’re finally here. I want to savor every second of this with you even though the anticipation of you laid bare before me has me starting to stiffen. We will go slow. I can’t help but wonder if time disappears for you. I make sure to mix up the journey with different experiences to keep you guessing. A soft brush and warm water, a blush brush for soothing, and sometimes just my fingertips dipped in oil are tracing patterns everywhere. I make sure to not journey too close to your nipples, your neck, or your mound. Everywhere else is free reign. Song after trip-hop ballad after downtempo piece plays on the Bluetooth speaker I packed for our evening. We’re deep into the playlist now and it is time to push to start a deeper tease.

Climbing onto the bed with oil vial in hand, I push your legs apart with my own. Kneeling between your legs you feel the heat of my legs on your inner thighs. I place the warm vial on your stomach. “Don’t move.” I firmly grab your thighs from the outsides and pull them to lock around me. Grabbing the bottle I tip it over and let it drip onto you. Its warmth startles you. “Oh, it’s not that hot, dear.” I tease. More drips. Sometimes I let it stream out. All over you from neck to nipples, thighs, I coat you in warm oil. Leaning for the nightstand I place the vial and grab another. Holding it a few inches away from your nose as to not overwhelm you I slowly crack open a scent of lavender and lotus. Your smile tells me you find it pleasant. I place a dab of it on your collar bone.

Leaning forward I cup your breasts. My fingertips gently rolling your nipple and my chest is pressing into you. Kisses, nibbles, and playful bites are landing on you. I transition out of kneeling and lift up your legs by holding your thighs. My legs slip under yours and I’m now pressing against your mound with my hardness.

“Lock your legs around my waist”

As you open your hips to lock me in I lean in further to place my hardening shaft between your moist pussy lips. You’re wet. So very wet. I’m now the one biting my lower lip. Your hips are now starting to slide up and down to work that shaft across your clit.

“Stop. no moving” I firmly state.

Your gyrations ceasing I continue where you left off by sliding myself back and forth between your lips. You’re mine to guide. Leaning closer I gently suck a nipple into my mouth. Gently flicking you with my tongue I twirl and play. Placing that nipple between my front teeth I groan, “you need to be punished.” I then lightly apply pressure with my teeth. This causes you to buck up with your hips and gasp. I laugh. “I wasn’t going to go hard. I told you no pain.”

Frowning you say, “I know but you scared me.”

“Part of the journey is alluding to things but not going there. You’ll learn to trust. Now relax.”

Settling back into place it isn’t long before we’re back in the same groove again. My hardness is gliding between your lips but not in you, kisses and nibbles are landing all over. Leaning in closer I place the head of my cock at your opening. Just barely touching you, I’m there lingering just like my fingers were when dancing across you early. Just close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off of me. To build the anticipation of entering you and I will sometimes press against you firmly but never breaking within. I watch your breathing. Watch your hands grip the sheets. Watch your mouth gasp and tense as I continue to build up your hunger. I’m making a mental note of everything you do for the thrill of mastering how to drive you crazy, later.

Looking down I can see your glistening juices connecting itself in strings of sweetness to the head of my throbbing member. I tell myself to not give in. Not yet. To distract myself I slide down your body. Breaking free of your legs I press your thighs together. My hands start at your knees and slide down your inner thighs to spread you wide. The tip of my tongue quickly landing at just above the hood of your clit, on your mound. My hands holding your thighs and caressing your inner legs firmly. From front to back I trace you folds and lap up your juices. The tip of my tongue ever so lightly following your every fold and then the flat of my tongue gliding across each lip. My saliva, your juices, together we’re making the bed so very wet. The tease continues with tongue, fingers, and brushing my cock up against you. A few times I lose myself and let just the head pop inside you, only to be quickly withdrawn. Your cream is building up just below your pussy and in between your cheeks. I am so turned on by how wet you are. You taste and smell divine.

Kneeling back to take you all in I bend each leg so that the bottom of your feet are firmly planted on the bed. Legs spread. I give you one more tongue lashing till your hips are starting to buck and then I quickly stop. You whimper.

Climbing off the bed I say, “Don’t move.”

“Yes, Professor.”

I open the drawer and pull out four silk ties. I lay them on the bed and lift up your arm closest to me. Taking your wrist I firmly bind it with a tie but leave the other end unbound.

“Professor, I thought you weren’t going to restrain me?”

“You’re not. However, I need you to not move your arms and legs once I bind each. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Professor.”

Your arms are now above your head. Legs spread and bent. You hear me close the nightstand drawer and feel the weight of two objects hit the bed. I climb between your legs so that I can work you up again. Diving back in with my tongue, I start all over. Slow and teasing. Gradually increasing and decreasing the pressure, how deep my fingers explore you, and the coating of my cock with your wetness. You seem to be good and ready when your hips are heaving, your breathing is heavy, and your making fists as though you’re ready to pound me with them out of frustration.

Making an “O” with my lips I suck in your clit and I’m gently flicking it with the tip of my tongue. A light, but steady rhythm back and forth. When we were getting to know each other, you told me you didn’t like random flicks, you liked it consistent. I know this work because...

“Professor?”

“Hmmm?”

“I’m close!”

“Don’t you dare!” I keep at it, not letting up the rhythm but I lighten the pressure of my tongue on you. You groan and whimper while I watch your pussy bear down. I reach for my lab equipment. Two vibrators. One black and one white. The black one is smaller and cone-shaped. The white one is a simple elongated bullet. I slow my tongue even more and then stop. Keeping my tongue pressed against your clit, I place each toy at your openings. I suck your client in quickly and start to push the toys in.

“Oh my…”

“Take it.”

I start to flick and suck your clit and your hips are starting to buck. I let up on your clit.

“Stop moving.”

“But..”

“No moving.” The toys are just barely in you. I continue to push on them and you start to squirm. “No moving”, I say more firmly.

“Yes, Professor” you let out with a frustrating whimper.

With two-thirds of each toy now inside, I quickly push the remaining third in. You groan and shift while arching your head back.

“You’re doing a great job not moving. Don’t make me actually bind those restraints to the bedframe and have to start over.” You nod quickly. “And now, remember the rules. No removing the blindfold, no moving out of this position, and no cumming until I say you can.” As I speak this I twist the bottom of each toy and each starts its silent vibration. I don’t think you heard me as your breathing and groaning seem to go into overdrive. “No cumming.”

Your hips are now bouncing back and forth on the bed and you nod quickly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

The sight of you filled up with toys and with your cream on your inner thighs and cheeks has me so hungry for you now. I press your shoulders down and toss a leg over your torso to mount your upper chest. I firmly grip the back of your head and lift your lips up to my cock. You quickly open your mouth as you feel the head of my dick on your lips. You definitely struggling as your hips won’t stop moving. Your tongue is sliding against the underside of my shaft. Damn, you remember what I said about my favorite spot.

“On the count of three, you will take me deep and hold me in your mouth while sucking.” I don’t wait for a reply. “One. Two. Three.” I slowly push myself into your mouth. God that feels so freaking good! I hold myself there for a moment, and then slowly pull out to where the head of my cock is on your bottom lip. You suck wind. “Again. One. Two. Three.” I lean in till I’m buried to the root of my shaft.

As I slide my dick out you say, “Professor, please. I can’t...”

“You will hold.” I slip off your chest and slide back down between your legs. I grab each toy and slowly pull them out to the point where just the tips are inside you leaving with their menacing vibrations at your opening. You seem to be getting raw as you shifting more and more. I think to myself it is time.

I slide them both back inside you and twist the bottom of each so that a deep pulse is now emanating from each. You’re biting your lower lip but I don’t think this is good enough. I twist the anal one to a setting so that it is now fierce with its machinations inside you. You let out a loud groan but take it. Now, for your pussy I pull that toy out and toss it aside. Reaching over to the nightstand drawer my cock brushes up against your lips. I open the drawer and grab a new piece of equipment. Turning it on you hear a loud vibration start. I grab the root of my shaft and promptly thrust myself into you. “FUCK, you feel so good.” Kneeling now with your legs spread I am pounding you firmly but pacing myself as to savor each time I enter you. The sound of our flesh slamming together with each thrust adds to my heightened craving of you. I want to ravage you.

“Please, Professor… I. Am. So. Close.”

I say nothing and slide out of you. My cock coated in your cream I slip the new angry toy inside your pussy and move up to your mouth again. It’s twice as thick as the other toy and you’re struggling now. “Open” You take me in your mouth. “Now hold me there” With one hand I hold your head to my cock and slowly grind myself. With the other hand, I reach back and grab the toy at your pussy and pull it out to lay on top of your clit. Your muffled moans around my shaft feel amazing and I am now getting closer. “You can cum after you drain me.” A this, you vigorously start to pump me with your mouth and your legs lock together bearing down on the toys.

I suck wind and try to hold on but you keep working me and I must release. I surge strongly and you choke slightly as I fill your throat and mouth. You break the rules and grab my cock and start stroking my shaft to ooze me as you reach down between your legs and push the toy back in your pussy. A string of cum between your lips and the head of my cock forms as your head tosses back and you let out a primal moan. You’re quivering, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Collapsing on the bed next to you I can still feel myself spasming. Your hands are back on your head as if you’re in disbelief.

“Phew”

“Yeah” I take a deep breath and close my eyes. We lay in silence our bodies shaking and our breathing starting to slow down. “We didn’t get to all the things I wanted to do. Guess we’ll have to hold another lab.”

You laugh, “uh-huh. What else is there?”

“Headphones, more oil play, other types of toys, textures, actually restraining you, endurance tease and denial, a lot more edging…”

“More?”

“Yep, I know you can go a lot longer.”

“Guh. I don’t know about that but I’m definitely game.”

“Good. Cause I have a lot more experimenting to do with you. I want to learn more about you to see how quickly I can take you to the edge. How long you can go without getting too sensitive. How many orgasms we can string together...”

“More experiments?”

“More. Research.” I say with a sly grin.