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 Author: Mr.Ocontrol
Title: Becoming His
Keywords: Mf, Female Orgasm Denial

   Becoming His(Her wonderful gift);

   you have just celebrated your 18th birthday, now you see it, lying on
the kitchen table, the letter you have been hoping for.  An invitation of
sorts, during the school year, you met, and befriended a foreign exchange
student.  you have been enamored by his stories of home, the gold inlay
floors, the tapestries, the beauty of his country.  Never having traveled,
your family just didn't have the income for that, you have wondered,
dreamed of other places.  Now you just got the chance, your chance to see
for yourself, the world, other places, things the discovery channel has
been showing you for some time.  Now your holding a round trip, first class
ticket, a voucher actually, your to be flown on a private jet, just you and
your friend, to spend the summer working for his family.  you have been
given the honor of helping their secretary with advertising selections,
advertisements for their resort, golf, and vacation timeshares.  They have
a beautiful oasis in the desert, a one of a kind, fully catered, pampering
vacation spot.  Everyone keeps asking Why, why choose someone so young, so
inexperienced for a job such as this.  They would like to make this an
attractive spot, not just for the elderly visitors, but to attract the
young as well.

   Preparations begin, there are many preparations that need to be made,
First you need a passport, a complete physical, as well as a few
inoculations.  Not a big deal, with those few details finally out of the
way, you quickly get everything else ready.  After packing, and saying
goodbye to your family, you arrive at the airport.  Bypassing customs you
are instead taken to a secluded spot on the tarmac, a large unmarked plain
is waiting, climbing the steps, excited, surprised by all the opulence; you
realize this is it, the chance of a lifetime, the possibilities are
endless. On the flight, they serve foods your not accustom to, caviar,
cheese, even wine.  You have always been a good girl, never having more
than a sip of alcohol, and now the wine quickly begins working its magic;
smiling, thinking to yourself, you begin to feel a certain tingle,
something your not accustomed to; then you have this thought, although
fleeting, you suddenly realize, what a strange thought, your still a
virgin, what will he think, how will it feel, your first time.  Somehow you
wonder if this had anything to do with your invitation, again you feel it,
that tingel, your getting somewhat moist, flushing, you hope he hasen't
noticed, why this thought, your not sure.  Being unaccustomed to the wine,
your mind not working at its peak, encouraged by your lover slowly you sip
more, the flight being long, soon, before you can begin asking too many
questions you laps into sleep, smiling, dreaming of what may be.

   Slowly you begin to stir, to wake, dazed, confused, unsure of where you
are, wondering what's happening.  As you wake; you begin looking around,
this room, this bed, how did you get here?  Where are your clothes; your
dress is gone, something's wrong, this is not what you had on, perplexed,
becoming somewhat frightened now, you realize your clothes, there not
yours, not like anything you've ever seen before; beautiful yes, but what's
happening.  As you begin to rise, again looking around, you become startled
as someone enters the room.  She's beautiful, hard to describe, she's
dressed as you, yet somehow different.  She approaches, a soft smile, olive
skin, green eyes, speaking, she's speaking to you, its English, somewhat
broken but still you can understand.  Questions, you have many questions
however she answers none, she's just your handmaiden, there to help you, to
assist, to get you ready, to be your guide.

   Bidding you come, signaling for you to follow, she leads you to a bath,
large, carved stone, beautiful, this is amazing yet your still on edge,
totally unaccustomed to these surroundings, something makes you very
uneasy. The tub is full, very large, and unbelievably beautiful.  Waiting
for her to leave, she instead tells you to disrobe, but you want to be
alone, not comfortable having others around for something private like
this, especially embarising, you need to relieve yourself.  But your told
she must stay, she's to help, not allowed to leave you alone.  Slowly,
blushing, ashamed, you do as your instructed, fearing you'd disrespect
their customs, you finally begin to disrobe.  After giving you a few
moments, she once more begins guiding you, she helps you sit, telling you,
explaining, this is required, this is how things must be, you're not
allowed to be left alone, even for private things such as this, not fully
understanding; again, flushing more deeply, you realize you have no choice,
you begin to accept what is happening.  Finally you calm, although
uncomfortable having someone around you realize there is no choice, this is
her job, your face flushing with embarrassment, you begin to relieve
yourself, uncomfortable, but your choice, you have no choice.  The tub,
your led to the tub, your covering removed, standing nude before this
strange woman, you are guided, helped in.  Still blushing, you find there's
more, the water is hot but comforting, however the woman remains, and now,
taking a sponge begins washing you, not since you've been a child has
someone done this, you think you'll faint, again she tells you this must
be, is required.  After your bath, again she helps you out, takes the towel
and begins to dry your body.  This is so embarrassing, your not a infant,
you can dry yourself.

   Clothing, what your given to wear, its all so strange, your not given
any undergarments, the top, the flowing skirt, all semi-transparent, you
can't wear this.  Your told you must, this is what he's provided, this is
what he wants, we do not disobey his orders.  Mad, your getting upset at
this point, till now it was tolerable, but this is going too far.  With no
other options, you allow her to help you with the clothing, unnoticed by
you, two other ladies arrive, coming up from behind.  Gasping, startled,
looking back, your arms are grabbed, fighting, twisting, trying to get
away, you begin to panic, to cry.  Together, the three of them attach
cuffs, both wrists', both ankles.  Leather bindings, Strong rings, then
more, a collar is being placed around your neck.  This can't be happening,
you must be dreaming, this isn't real.  Leading, holding your arms, they
lead you through the halls, finally arriving at a large wooden door. 
Knocking, the door is opened, stepping inside reveals a large banquet hall,
waiting, standing there, smiling, he motions you over.

   Confused, so many questions, yes, he's told you things would be strange,
told you their customs must be followed, being hear is your choice, but
still this scares you.  Having you tied, wrist's bound, visible to others,
you didn't expect this, didn't know to ask, flushed, your just glad to see
his face, hear his voice.  The job, the internship, all a farce, if they
new what was to come, what would happen, your parents would never have
agreed to this trip.  A wedding, your getting married, your family wouldn't
know what to think of all this.

   You begin to speak, he quickly quiets you, puts his finger to your lips,
telling you to listen carefully, not to speak, he starts explaining, begins
telling you what is to come.  Listening, trying to understand, he's begins
explaining, their customs, not easy to understand, they seem so strict, so
outlandish, but they must be adhered to.  He tells you they cannot be
changed, you must submit, allow things to happen, you love him, your
scared, but you acknowledge, agree, consent to his wishes.

   Tonight the engagement begins, your shown a vale, ornate, beautiful,
interlaced with fine white pearls, an engagement vale, again transparent,
to be placed over your head.  Now a ring, your engagement ring, the
realization, this is happening, and tonight he will be making it official,
in front of everyone at the banquet.  Asking for your hand, your devotion,
asking you to be his bride, he holds your hands, quietly he begins
speaking. Explaining his traditions, telling you at times things will be
hard, their customs strict, difficult, sometimes they may even seem
somewhat cruel, occasionally impossibly hard to follow, but you must.  This
is what you want, your scared, terrified, thrilled, and all the while
praying this is the right decision, hoping you won't regret your decision,
knowing, once committed, once you accept, its final, you can't go back.

   Yes, crying, happy, scared, YES, I'll be yours, your companion, your
lover, your faithful servant.  Hugging, holding, the closeness, softly,
whispering, the afternoon is a blur, the lunch wonderful, then the bells,
signaling, it's time, again wondering what's to happen, your handmaiden
arrives.  Hand on your shoulder, she bids you come, others are with her,
they lead you out.  The women again guide you to your room, preparations
continue, they must get you ready for tonight, it will be announced,
they'll bring you in, present you, lead you to me.  Lovingly, lifting your
veil, i kiss your lips, then gently, I take your arms behind your back,
hooking them, leaving you helpless once again.  Tonight, I continue,
they'll bring you in, you must kneel, remain silent, wait till I stand,
help you up, then i will lead you to our table.  With your wrist's still
bound, after I help you sit, the feast will begin.  Remember, you must
remain silent, you must not speak, just sit quietly, eyes down, waiting
patiently.  Dinner will be served, I'll help you eat, give you drink.  As
we finish, I will stand, help you up, and together we'll leave.  Tonight,
leaving the hall, servants, female servants, they will follow, watching,
assuring, our customs are followed.  I'll lead you to my chambers, remain
silent, again you must not talk, just follow.  Once we arrive, they begin,
taking you, preparing you, you must go, do as they say, remain silent,
don't question.

   It happens, just as he's said, you follow, doing as your told, again
your scared, very nervous.  The bath, they lead you in, remove your
clothes, unhooking your wrist's, again your bathed, perfumed, prepared. 
Finished, fresh, clean, they once more begin leading, but taking you where,
somewhere different.  This room, strange, in the center, a table of sorts,
guiding you over, helping you up, they make you lie back, once more hooking
your wrist, your legs, leaving you helpless, uncovered.  Watching, you
notice, standing in the corner, i'm watching as they continue, what are
they doing, warm, shocking, your beginning to realize what's about to
happen.  The women begin spreading shaving cream around your vulva as I
approach, again explaining, telling you more, kissing your face, touching,
exciting you.  It's required, you must be releaved of your covering, this
final vestage of privacy must be removed, your to be laid bare before my
eyes, nothing must ever be hidden.  As i watch, your full exposure is
complete, the last of your concielment has been removed, you flush as even
your hidden places are revealed, open to my eyes.  I begin, moving down,
kissing, tasting your skin, your neck, exploring your breasts, touching,
stroking.  As your excitement builds, I continue on, lower, your panting,
scared, unsure, this is all so new, so different, not like anything you've
experienced.  Exploring you softly, carefully with my lips, I continue down
to your flower, a virgin, you have never before been touched like this. 
Scared, ashamed, and now your being exposed in ways you never though
possible, but it's our custom, it's required.  Carefully, I gently draw
back your labia, looking at you, into you, you want to cry, and now, the
others approach, looking at you, you feel sick, feeling violated you
wonder, what are they doing.  The servants approach, verifying, they must
be shown, see the proof, see you are pure, untouched, still fully intact.
Flushed, exposed, they see, your most intimate parts, after they look, it's
verified, we continue.  The kiss, my lips, barely touching, moist, your
moist, sensitive, don't know what to expect.  Nightly, for one month this
takes place.  Nightly, your examined, teased, brought to the most
unbelievable pleasure, you never imagined it could feel like this, your
orgasm, driven by my tongue, your helplessness, you never imagined it could
be like this.  Nightly you cum, continuing, until you beg, until you can't
take any more, we continue, together, enjoying your orgasms together.

   For now, I wait, for this month, as your pleasure is realized, many
times, over and over your brought relief, for this month I must suffer. 
its our custom, you may cum, must orgasm, many times, however I cannot. 
After our wedding it will be different, but for now, for now I'm not
allowed relief.  I must endure, be satisfied by your release, your ecstasy,
your orgasm.  Once we marry, after our wedding night things will change,
that night, the night we wed, for that one night, together, we may share
the experience, share the pleasure, we shall both be allowed orgasm.  For
that one solitary night we may together experience bliss, together we may
cum, time and time again.  Once morning brakes, once the new day begins, my
love, you my darling wife, you shall be denied.  After one full month, a
month of many pleasures, of you feeling your orgasm crash upon you time and
again, once we are married, you must give that up, must give your pleasure,
your orgasm, as your gift.

   That will be your sign, the sign of your surrender, of your love.  Your
orgasm, your pleasure, your need, that's to be your gift to me.  In the
morning, things will change, again customs must be followed, after our
wedding night, for a period of one full year, you must face denial, your
not allowed to cum, your orgasm must be withheld, denied.  Failure, the
consequences of failure are unspeakable, they would be forever changing, my
darling, my precious love, therefore you must not fail.  Your most tender
bits, your womanhood, if you fail, your pleasure would be taken, never
again would you be able to cum, never again would you feel the same, your
flower would be changed, forever altered.

   Our wedding day, finally our day has arrived, its morning, everyone
scurrying, movement, excitement everywhere.  This morning, you are waken,
you are bathed, this morning, clothing is denied, confused, scared, you
wonder, there's something different, something unexpected.  Bound, you are
escorted to a table, your wrist, your ankles, your knees, all are bound, a
strap across your waist secures you in place.  Fearful, crying, mind
racing, asking what's happening, but no one answers, forced to wait,
wondering, what's next.  You remember something about adornment, something
about purity, but still confused, naked, secured to this table, totally
helpless and exposed, you are made to wait.  Begging with your eyes,
wanting to know what's next, you remember my command, remember to remain
silent.  I approach, seeing your eyes begging, wondering, but remaining
silently obedient.  Gently, softly, kissing you, stroking your hair,
looking into your eyes, leaning down, I whisper, I begin to explain. 
Preparations, your being prepared, your body made ready, I must help, must
take part, there may be some discomfort, but you must relax, pleasure will
follow.

   Shields, nipple shields, beautifully fashioned around a special porous
ceramic center, these golden shields, they are to become a part of you,
once in place, they cannot be removed.  These announce your standing, your
place in our society, your place of honor.  These shields signify you as my
first wife, to be obeyed, your commands must be followed, servants,
concubines, even other wives, must all submit to your desires, your will,
your orders.  Arching your back, the sensations thrilling, knowing how
sensitive you can be, I begin kissing around your breasts enjoying your
reaction, your building passion as I take your nipple into my mouth, each
in turn, expanding, swelling, enlarging.  As your nipple expands, extends
fully, becomes wonderfully erect, reaching painfully up, stretching, I
place the shield.

   Carefully, working gently, again sucking, guiding your nipple into
place, seating the shield, holding it in place, leaning over, obscuring
your view, kissing you deeply, I continue holding you, swallowing your
scream as the shield is glued in place.  Unseen, one of the slave girls
places a special cylinder over your nipple, secured to the shield, glue is
forced into the ceramic center as your nipple is drawn up, away from your
body, into the device, swelling, aching, a sensation of heat,
uncomfortable, for the next five minutes your forced to endure, feeling as
though the very base of your nipple is being tightly squeezed, aching, time
seems to slow, sweating you want to beg, want it to stop, but unable to
pull away your forced to endure.  Repeating the procedure, your other
nipple is prepared, the other shield installed, your nipples hurt,
swelling, growing larger, your nipples are throbbing, painfully hard,
wonderfully erect.

   Lower, my head travels lower, down your body, between your thighs. 
Kissing, again teasing, now sucking your clit, as your excitement builds,
this eases your pain, increases your pleasure.  Gently I continue, causing
you to swoon, helping the hurt, comforting you, your passion building, your
excitement climbing.  Licking, sucking, your clitoris, it engorges,
continues to grow, continues swelling, pleasure, such sweet pleasure, then
you freeze, holding your breath, this time you see what's happening.

   Slowly, carefully, a ring, a little gold ring, a cylinder really, is
placed over your clitoris.  Twisting, working it down, under the hood, the
suction device, again contacting your body, this time against your clit,
beginning to ache, it's pulling your clit, forcing it into, through this
cylinder, the inside a bit rough, scraping your sensitive gland, covered in
gold, the ceramic is rough against your most tinder spot.  Lifting,
straining, trying to get away from the pain, your clitoris hurts, its
swelling, its shaft stretching, pulling, trying to retract, trying to pull
back, but no.  Tears welling up, I begin kissing you, swallowing your
screams as your clit scrapes against this awful thing.  Once in place, a
special bio-adhesive is forced around your clit to keep things in place. 
Designed for use by the U.S.  military to provide a quick solution for
bonding skin or internal bodily structures, it has been adapted slightly
for our special use.  This bio-adhesive is a butyl-2-cyanoacrylate combined
with mussel-derived polyphenolic protein and catechol oxidase enzymes. 
This bio-glue combination when added to a porous ceramic surface not only
successfully glues the item in question to human skin, but encourages the
body to quickly form a fully permanent bond by integrating into the ceramic
surface.  Basically, within a few days, the attached ceramic becomes
completely irremovable, it's permanent.  Continuing to kiss you as your
sobbing in pain, I softly stroke your hair, telling you the worst is over,
the ache, the sting, the hurting will soon subside.

   Kissing away your tears, after what seems like an eternity, the suction
device is finally released, the glue now in place, your clitoral shaft
surrounded, unable to ever again retract.  Standing, erect, swollen,
collared, literally sheathed in gold, your clitoris will forever be seen,
never again will it be able to hide, to retract.  Slowly, very slowly you
relax, slowly you come to terms, to realize, these adornments, these are
symbols, marks of love, of loyalty, the adornments of a queen.

   Releasing you from your bonds, the straps are finally removed, as the
preparations continue you fully notice your dress, although exquisitely
beautiful, its totally revealing.  The dress was designed, fitted perfectly
to you, enhancing your charms, the shields, now you see, you notice, how
the dress is designed to draw attention, to expose you to all, to show you
off, to announce your place in society.  Everything about this outfit is
designed for maximum exposure, from the way it presents your nipples,
shielded in gold, to the way it enhances your femininity, the glint of
gold, pink, tender, your cleft, your shaven pussy, your clitoris, all is
visible.

   The ring, that golden ring, constricting, exposing, enlarging your clit,
pushing it forward out of its covering, its hiding place, so everyone will
see.  Staring in utter disbelief, your reflection, the mirror, feeling
faint, beautiful yes, but you never imagined this.  Steeling yourself,
resigned to this fate, the realization you cannot back out, head lowered,
you approach, taking my hand, telling me your ready.

   Your wedding, our wedding is ever so beautiful, blushing, flushed, your
escorted out, through the crowds, everyone staring, looking at you, at your
charms, your beauty.  Then, as you approach, you see them, your parents,
you can't turn back, cannot hide, standing, watching, witnessing
everything, feeling faint, flushed, you hold tighter.  The Ceremony
continues, Soon, your vows are said, wedding rings in place, your vale is
lifted, you are kissed, so very exposed, in front of everyone, finally you
are pronounced husband and wife.  Everything you ever wished for, different
than anything you could have dreamed.

   Your now a wife, a queen, and tonight you become a woman.  This very
night as you became a woman there was some pain, and much pleasure. 
Different, but unknown, somehow you know it was different, not like anyone
else would experience.  Lovely, yes very lovely, very beautiful, but you,
you'll never know, with the ring installed, your clit, your nipples,
surrounded, constricted, different from before, you'll never know anything
different.  While he's making love to you, your clit, its stimulated
relentlessly, unable to retract, you cum almost continuously.  The
pleasure, you cannot describe the pleasure, never could you believe
anything could be like this.  So full, the sensations inside your body,
your nipples,screaming for release, for attention, hard as diamonds, aching
with pleasure.  You never want this night to end.  He fills you, time and
time again, squirting inside, your orgasm racking you with pleasure.  its
too much, at one point, somewhere, darkness, you black out with pleasure.
Together, arms holding you tight, morning is about to break, you wake,
begging, realizing, longing, please, just once more, again, you begin,
again your in heaven, again, your ready to explode.

   "NO, YOU CANNOT CUM" your pleasure screaming for release, clawing from
within, trying to burst forth, and no, your forced to hold it back.

   Begging, crying, holding the headboard, straining, you receive his
pleasure once again, you feel the swelling, the pulsing, the injection of
his semen, hitting your cervix once more coating your core.  His pleasure
this morning, like never before, seeing his face, feeling him within,
surging, releasing inside your body, you begin to cry.  you have been made
to cum every morning, multiple times daily, after lunch, after dinner,
before bed, become addicted to your orgasm, and now you must not, you must
only receive, now your pleasure must be shared, given, you must learn to
partake of his pleasure, of his rapture, as your denial increases so will
his pleasure, his ecstasy.

   Slowly, ever so slowly, smiling at you, kissing your lips, continuing to
move, to thrust, again, he's getting harder.  Somehow, your denial excites
him, encourages him, makes him strong, hungry for more.  Your willingness
to submit, your body, your need, driving him on, driving you mad, insane
with need you ache.  Remembering your instructions, spreading yourself,
controlling your breathing, relaxing, denying your clench, you force your
body to remain fully open, giving yourself, your womanhood, your
excruciating need to cum.  All of this, total concentration, you feel it,
the pleasure, the sensations, so wonderful, but to endure you must lay open
before him, now your beginning to realize what it's like, your pleasure is
his, your desire, your need, your satisfaction; your ultimate gift as his
wife.

   Day one had begun, sobbing with need, wracked with desire, begging,
pleading with him, please help me through this, help me not to cum, please,
please don't make me cum.  With that, smiling down at you, kissing,
whispering how very much he loves you, he kisses you deeply, again
swallowing your screams, holding ,you, caring for you, once more placing
his seed within you, using your body for his pleasure, you begin your life
as his.  This next year, you realize this next year will be the most
difficult of your life, this next year, you now know this will be a
wonderfully agonizingly beautiful year.

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