I’m going to tell you all about my first time ruining an orgasm.
The first time I ruined a man’s orgasm, it happened quite by accident. I had no idea such things were even possible, so it was definitely not intentional on my part. Let me back up, though, and tell you how it all began.
I’ve always had a dominant presence. I know, all Femdom Mistresses say that. But for me, it’s the truth. I’ve always had that certain something that makes people want to follow my lead. By the time I was in college, I’d learned that I enjoyed taking the lead and having others follow. So it just made sense that that would extend to the bedroom as well.
My sophomore year in college, I had a frat boy boyfriend. His name was Brian. I could tell that he was submissive the first time I met him. He didn’t know it yet, but I did.
It turned out that Brian was also pretty adventurous in bed, especially if I was the one who was in control. (See? Submissive.) It wasn’t long after the first time we had sex that we were doing things like bondage and using sex toys. I, of course, was usually the one doing the tying up!
One night, Brian and I were enjoying some bondage play together. Naturally, he was the one who was tied up, and I was the one who was in control of all the proceedings. We both liked it best that way, after all.
Anyway, that night, I’d decided that I wanted to engage in a little tease and denial. And, really, what better way to do that than to tease a man who’s all tied up and can’t do a damn thing about it?
That was exactly what I did. I teased him and did so much orgasm edging on him that he was practically crying from wanting so badly to cum. (I’ve always been pretty good at being a prick tease.) Then, I teased him some more!
I swear, I was really going to let him cum. My intention was just to tease him just a little bit longer like the cock tease I so obviously am, and then I was going to let him cum. But it was not to be.
I had my hand around his cock and was jerking it slowly, teasingly. He was obviously right on the edge and had been for quite some time. I was just about to have mercy on him and let him cum when the phone rang. It kind of surprised me because I jumped, but some instinct or other led me to not release my grip on his dick, even as I reached for the phone.
The last stroke of my hand as I leaned forward to grab the phone did it for him. He began to cum. Unfortunately for him, because I hadn’t released his cock and was, in fact, hanging to it for dear life, my thumb was grasped rather firmly over the head of his cock…right on the urethral slit. Of course, nothing came out when he had his orgasm because I had the one outlet blocked with my thumb.
I answered the phone right as he realized he was having a ruined orgasm. He tried his best not to scream in pain and frustration. For my part, I had no idea what had happened.
It turned out that the call was a wrong number, so I hung the phone up and turned back to Brian. The expression on his face reflected his displeasure. I asked him what was wrong. He tried to explain it, but he couldn’t seem to find the words to properly express what had just happened to him. It only took me a couple of minutes to figure out the gist of it, though.
You know how sometimes great discoveries are made completely by accident, and those discoveries actually become more useful than what the discoverer was trying for in the first place? That was exactly what happened! A chance phone call taught me about ruined orgasms, and I still use them quite regularly in my exploits as a Masturbatrix today!