Election Night Denial

by TiltingatWindmills

story tags: femdom, denial, tease_and_denial, chastity, humiliation,
cum_eating

https://www.literotica.com/s/election-night-denial


*Note from the author*

/This story contains themes of female domination, humiliation, and male
chastity. If that doesn't interest you I'd recommend another story. I'd
also like to credit the works of White_Raven47 which inspired this
piece./

Though the ballots for Wednesday's election will offer two candidates,
in reality the vote has come down to a referendum: Does the nation
support forced male chastity?

It's worth revisiting the timeline that brought us here. Following a
string of assaults on campuses in Salt Lake City, the conservative
state of Utah seized on an unlikely coalition of religious
conservatives and forward-thinking feminists to impose the nation's
first mandatory male chastity law.

Initially all men of reproductive age were required to wear a locked
device that prevented erections when in public. Later the law was
extended to include any time when a supervising female of legal age,
colloquially known as a keyholder, was not present. The state
immediately experienced a plunge in sexual assaults and teen
pregnancies, but unintended effects soon followed.

The stagnant birth rate recovered as married men who previously found
satisfaction in pornography turned increasingly to their female
partners for relief. Economic productivity and entrepreneurial
innovation also increased as single men focused their efforts on their
work life. In short, the policy was an overwhelming success.

When feminist Presidential candidate Sofia Perez included a locking
policy on her platform, pundits claimed that it was only there to
appease her base, and that the law would never see the senate floor let
alone leave committee. But the bill narrowly passed the senate, and was
upheld by the courts, shocking the nation.

The government was quick to establish the Department of Chastity to
oversee the implementation of the new mandate. As soon as enforcement
began, women across the nation praised the effects of the new laws,
with many noting that they no longer feared walking alone at night.
Some men also expressed a qualified endorsement, acknowledging that the
new lifestyle allowed them to focus their energy on other pursuits.

Technologists have been quick to note that two key developments have
enabled the success of the locking laws. First, an advanced polymer
with a breathable design has not only allowed for sanitary long term
security of the male genitalia, but also integrates with smart
technology, communicating the user's status to his keyholder and nearby
law enforcement.

Second, the widespread use of "memspecs", video recording devices which
upload footage to the cloud directly from a small implant in the user's
retina, has given keyholders unparalleled levels of accountability for
their charges. When the laws were first established in Utah, men
complained of the discomfort associated with chastity, while keyholders
found many of their men achieving orgasms through the use of vibrators
or other means. New technology has rendered these complaints obsolete.

Of course, many still oppose the law. Presidential candidate Mike
Talbot, who is currently well ahead in the polls, has vowed to repeal
the legislation on his first day in office. Without a shift in the
electorate, the locking laws may be nothing more than a four year
experiment.

---

Cameron swiped the news story off his phone screen just as he exited
the commuter train. Putting in his headphones he queued up a podcast
for the short walk to the polling station. When he arrived he found a
line still exiting the building, and fell in behind a young man in a
suit who looked to also be fresh from his shift at an office.

The tension among the waiting voters was palpable. Cameron
surreptitiously looked over some of the women in line. Several wore
keys on bracelets or necklaces. According to the polls, Sofia Perez,
the pro-locking candidate, maintained an unprecedented lead among
female voters. Cameron found it strange to think that so many of the
women in line with him would not only know that he was presently caged,
but were voting to make that reality permanent.

As Cameron entertained these thoughts, the young man in front of him
was joined by a rather attractive woman in a short summer dress. She
glanced at Cameron who nodded to acknowledge that he didn't mind her
jumping the line.

The woman cozied up to her partner and began whispering in his ear. At
first Cameron couldn't hear what they were saying, but when they made
their way inside the silence of the building he turned off his podcast
and caught snippets of their conversation.

"I'm not telling you what to do, I just think you should be an informed
voter." The woman said to the man.

"Look babe, I understand the issues, I just think this is my private
choice to make."

"I agree, but what happens to your cock is my private choice."

Up until this point Cameron had studiously avoided checking out the
woman in front of him. His balls were already aching and he didn't need
more stimulation. But at the suggestion of sex he allowed his eyes to
roam quickly over her body, slowing over the outline of her underwear
just barely visible through the tight cotton dress.

He didn't want to linger too long - he shared a memspecs account with
his wife, a common arrangement for married couples these days. This
meant she had access to all of his recorded visual data. It wasn't like
she poured through his footage every day, but he tried to be discreet
just in case.

"Babe, it's been three weeks already." Here the man spoke in an urgent
whisper that brought Cameron back to the moment. "You promised me when
I gave you the key that it would never go this long."

"Well I had that trip with the girls and then my period came. So you
ran into some bad luck. Just don't make more bad luck for yourself with
this vote. Anyway, who you pick won't actually decide the election.
There are millions of people voting, the chances of your ballot
mattering are like winning a lottery. And probably this Talbot guy is
going to win and you'll get your freedom back in a couple months. I
just want to know that you support me. That you support women."

Cameron grimaced - it was not the first time he had heard this
argument. Just yesterday his wife had told him nearly the same thing.

"I do support you baby," the man insisted. "I'm not one of those sexist
freedom guys, you know that."

"I think I'd just feel more secure if I knew you voted for Perez."

The couple in front were the next in line and it was clear their
argument was about to be cut off prematurely.

Taking advantage of her remaining moments, the woman leaned in. "Listen
hun, I know you'll do the right thing. But if you don't, you're gonna
spend another three weeks in that cage while I wander around the house
in my underwear."

Cameron saw her make a sly wink and felt his legs grow weak while he
imagined this woman in her bra and panties while her partner looked on
helplessly.

Cameron's turn came soon and he found himself staring down at the
ballot. Perez or Talbot. A vote for chastity or a vote for his own
freedom.

---

Mariko sat at home, scrolling through her phone as she waited for her
husband. As was often the case, she was on Keyholder. Previously a
product information site started by a male chastity company, Keyholder
had sprawled into a women-only social media phenomenon. Access to the
website required a continuous retinal scan associated with a female
keyholder's profile. Short of peeking over a woman's shoulder, men were
completely unable to view the site.

Only a small portion of the content related to chastity on any given
day: most of the posts were vacation photos, funny cat videos and so
forth. But the exclusive nature gave it wide appeal.

Though today's content was dominated by the upcoming election, Mariko
was revisiting a classic tag that had never quite gone stale: "Managing
your man".

/Queen_of_Kings: I lost interest in having sex with my husband probably
fifteen years ago. My libido was always weak and a few years of
marriage killed what was left. When the locking laws came into force I
was irritated - now I had to coddle him when he used to be perfectly
independent. So I established a rule that whenever the cage comes off,
he needs to orgasm, and he needs to eat it. Done and dusted./

It's so funny watching him get progressively more agitated as the week
goes on until he can't handle it anymore and sheepishly asks me for the
key. I give it to him and watch him spill his seed however he chooses,
just so long as it doesn't get on me, and then he cleans it all up.

The weird thing is after a while this routine started turning me on. At
first I would wait until he slunk away and then touch myself quietly.
But then I realized there was nobody to shame me. He was the one who
would rather humiliate himself every week rather than stop playing with
his favorite toy. So unless I'm in a hurry I'll lie in bed with my
vibrator as he strokes himself and try to time my orgasm for right
after he finishes. I like the idea of him listening to my moans while
he's still on his knees licking cum off the floor.

Dentata_42: I have a husband, three boys and a daughter. Like some
other busy women, I was wary of the locking laws adding to my household
duties. My husband and I have great sex, but it was still a hassle
managing his grooming and making sure he was always safely locked up
before leaving for work. The last thing our bank account needed was a
hefty fine for chastity non-compliance! But then I had three boys to
worry about as well and who knew what they would get up to. So when our
daughter, the youngest, turned 18, we immediately enrolled her in the
Keyholder course and got her licensed for multiple users.

Having her take over the supervision of her brothers' cages was a
godsend. Sibling squabbles disappeared overnight. You wouldn't believe
how well those boys treat their younger sister now. At first I worried
about her becoming an entitled brat. Sure she asks for massages or
favors for her and her friends, but she's also keeps track of her
brothers' chores and oversees their browser histories.

Once, when I went on a work trip, I even let her supervise her father.
Sometimes I still rewatch the footage of me handing her the key while
he looks down in horror. I instructed her that he was to receive a
maximum of one orgasm while I was away. Two weeks in she sent me a
message letting me know that she would unlock him shortly and so I
opened his memspec account to watch the live footage from his point of
view.

The video showed one of her friends seated on the family couch, fully
clothed and giving him instructions on how to touch himself. Faster,
tighter, stop, wait, and so forth. Every so often she'd lick her lips
or adjust the hemline of her skirt a little higher just to egg him on.
Then she'd chide him like a child for not maintaining eye contact.
Nothing outlandish and all very tasteful.

After 45 minutes of watching this talented young woman torment my
husband, she finally let him off the leash for too long. He begged her
to kneel and she agreed thinking he was being subservient, though he
later confessed to me that he did it intentionally to get a better view
up her skirt.

As soon as he caught a glimpse of her white panties it became too much
for him to handle and he sprayed his load over her innocent feet and
calves while she and my daughter shrieked and giggled and swore that
he'd be in so much trouble when I got home. And of course he was. But
it was a lesson for the two of them and I felt good knowing that we
were preparing the next generation for a new kind of feminism.

Mariko didn't always approve of these posts. Some were too kinky.
Others too callous towards their men. But they often gave her ideas
that eventually found a use. As Mariko scrolled she was surprised to
find her own post, which she had written over a year ago, now being
recirculated.

/Mary_Co: I think it's important to remember that while we go through
the troubles of chastity for womankind, we also do it for our men. Our
men want to be horny. Being horny feels good. But they don't have the
self-control to keep themselves in that state. If I left my husband
alone with his key for one hour he'd probably masturbate himself raw.
In his rational mind he knows sex is better when he can't have it all
the time, but I'm the only one strong enough to actually make that
decision for him./

Our men also want to feel attracted to their partner. But humans are
designed to seek out new stimulation, and so unless we reign in those
urges men will try and find satisfaction elsewhere (which doesn't mean
cheating, it could just be looking at VR pornography). Sometimes my
husband and I have sex three nights in a row. Then I might lock him up
and not let him even see my body for two weeks. Chastity can be used as
a tool to keep his eyes on you because he knows that you alone are the
source of all his sexual satisfaction.

So a responsible keyholder knows that she benefits from male chastity.
No cheating, a safer society, a man that worships her very body... but
it also takes some work. Thinking of new ways to tease and deny them.
Lovingly criticizing them even if you think they're doing the best job
possible so that they don't fall into a rut. Making them do things in
the bedroom that are a little demeaning so they appreciate it all the
more when you let them have their way.

Ladies, it's a new era and we may be on top for now, but I think the
key to keeping us there is making sure that in their heart of hearts,
men know it's better this way.

As she scrolled further she heard the front door open and set down her
phone to greet her husband with a kiss.

"I brought home everything you asked for," Cameron said, his hands full
of grocery bags.

"Shh shh. This is your big day honey. No boring domestic talk. I'll put
these away and you can go straight to the shower and then the bedroom.
I'm very excited for you!"

Cameron thanked the gods that he was with this woman and hurried up the
stairs. He had already showered that morning, so he rinsed off quickly,
slowing down just enough for the soap and water to pass through the
semi-porous cage. But by the time he had his towel in hand he could
feel the strain of his shaft swelling inside its polymer prison.

He went into the bedroom, finding it unoccupied. There were ropes on
all four posters of the bed and he knew he was required to tie himself
down. He lied there waiting, wearing nothing but his cage, his ribs
rising and falling with each nervous breath. When Mariko entered she
found him spread eagle on the bed, fully restrained but for his right
wrist which he could not do alone.

She was wearing a pink nightie and she noted Cameron eying her nipples
through the semi-sheer fabric. As she tightened the final binding she
saw his cage shift in anticipation.

"So first thing is first, we'll get you out of that cage and then we
can check if you were obedient today." Her smile was somehow both
devilish and loving.

Cameron savored her gentle touch as she cupped his balls to hold the
cage steady, and then unlocked it with a click. As soon as the cage
came off his penis began filling with blood, rising into the air in a
stop and start fashion. Mariko allowed her hand to rest gently on his
balls, but nothing more.

"Melody" she called out to the household AI, "Bring up Cameron's
memspec footage at the polling station."

Two screens emanated from what had looked to be ordinary paint on the
walls. One was opposite the bed, and one directly overhead on the
ceiling. Cameron watched as the footage taken earlier from his own eyes
began playing.

Cameron winced when he realized the AI had decided that footage from
the voting booth should commence exactly when Cameron walked in the
building. He saw the center of the video shift blatantly as he checked
out the woman in front of him in line. He drew a deep breath and
avoided looking Mariko in the eyes.

It was worse than he had remembered. The video focus shifted down to
her ass, then back up at her chest, and then down to her ass again
before moving quickly to a poster on to the wall as if that disguised
what was going on.

Mariko smiled to herself. These things used to make her jealous, but
now that she had complete control over Cameron's sex, there was really
no need for concern. Still, she had so few remaining things to punish
him for that she needed to keep him on his toes with misdemeanors like
this one.

It occurred to her that maybe she could have Melody compile a half hour
clip of the most egregious times that Cameron checked out women, and
edge him to the brink of orgasm as they rewatched the clips together.
It would cause delightful guilt and anguish before she applied a bag of
ice and caged him for the week.

That was for another time though. She let the footage play patiently
until Cameron made his way to the voting booth. There were only two
names on the card: Sofia Perez and Michael Talbot.

For a second Mariko thought the video had stalled or glitched, the
image remained so frozen. Then it became clear what was happening --
Cameron couldn't make up his mind.

Part of her wanted to lock him up right then and there just for
hesitating. But after a moment his pencil moved and placed an X next to
Sofia Perez. She could see sweat on his palms in the video. Then he
folded up the ballot and walked to drop it off.

"Melody, pause the video," Mariko instructed. She turned her attention
back to Cameron. "Good boy. I knew you'd do the right thing." She
realized she had been holding his testicles a little too tightly and he
exhaled as she released her grip.

"Tell me baby, what do you actually want to happen in the election
tonight?" She stroked his cock ever so slightly as she spoke.

Cameron was never very good at lying. "I... I guess part of me hopes
that Talbot wins. I'm happy with how things are but I'm worried that
Perez will make too many changes too quickly." Shades of the truth. So
maybe a gray lie at worst. One that he had heard other men make to
their spouses.

"But if the locking laws end, you'll be okay with us continuing this
lifestyle, right?" She stopped stroking him to casually nudge the thin
straps of her nightie so they fell off her shoulders. The nightie
drooped ever so slightly, her pert breasts just a little shake away
from being exposed. His eyes willed the gown to fall further but it did
not.

Cameron knew how this worked. Obey and the good feelings continue.
Disobey and the cage goes back on. His most recent orgasm was five
weeks ago. Nothing had touched his cock since early last week when
Mariko had decided that his balls were too swollen for constant edging
and so had stopped altogether. Yesterday she had taken off the cage
only to blow air lightly on his erect penis and then lock him back up.

He needed this.

"Of course we can continue and see if you still enjoy it. You know I
trust your judgment." Cameron managed to get the words out through
ragged breaths.

"Good." She resumed her slow, feather-light stroking. "You agreed that
this has been a blessing for our marriage. You've gotten into such good
shape. We're sharing household duties. All our arguments have stopped.
I wouldn't want to go back."

"No, of course not."

"Great. Well, no matter what happens tonight, I want to make this
special for you. We'll take things real slow so you can enjoy it. You
don't mind if I check in on the election though do you? East coast
results will already be rolling in."

He nodded, only hoping that she would keep her hand on him as she
watched.

"Melody, bring up election night coverage."

The video on the ceiling switched from a freeze frame of Cameron's
memspecs to a national news station.

"Oh my god, there's a lot of pink on that map." Mariko exclaimed
suddenly.

The result was so stunning that Cameron briefly forgot about his urgent
needs and stared at the display. A female news anchor spoke,

"The pink wave that we're seeing here on the east coast is completely
unexpected. Texas still isn't reporting but with Florida already
claimed by Sofia Perez it's hard to imagine how Talbot can pull off a
win tonight."

Cameron felt a knot tighten in his stomach. What sort of matriarchal
world were they headed for?

"The polling error we are seeing is just unprecedented. Our analysts
are attributing this to the shy male voter. Men who claimed they were
voting Talbot haven't followed through in the voting booth and that
change of heart has given the feminist Sofia Perez an early advantage."

The video shifted from the anchor to a female correspondent in the
field. "I'm here in Austin Texas, and you can see Perez supporters in
the streets cheering. They just announced a new batch of results and
they're skewing heavily pink."

A bead of sweat ran down Cameron's forehead. He had never actually been
scared to be in this country before, but he realized that people like
him were no longer in control. Not even close. But the fear was mixed
with a sickening arousal, and he remained perfectly stiff beneath his
wife's neglectful hand.

Mariko on the other hand was simply beaming. He rarely saw her so
gleeful. Every so often she would squeal and clap as a new result came
in. This went on for some time as Cameron became more disconsolate.

Finally, the anchor announced, "I've heard from our decision desk that
they've seen enough. With the results from Michigan, we are forecasting
a Perez victory, and probably a landslide at that."

Mariko cheered again and leaned down to kiss Cameron full on the lips.
Then she grabbed her phone off the nightstand and sent a few excited
messages to friends.

At long last his erection had withered and in between messages Mariko
remarked wryly, "Well I'm glad you support me baby, but I can't really
blame this little guy for not liking the results" and she tapped the
head of his limp penis playfully.

After a few minutes, the news anchor cut to Sofia Perez herself, who
was preparing to address the nation.

Perez was behind the podium, hugging members of her mostly female
campaign team. Known for being provocative, Perez was wearing a
scandalously tight pink dress with a deep neckline. The youngest
President ever elected, she looked more like a femme fatal than a
politician.

A large, antique key dangled from a gold necklace between her
impressive cleavage. One could be forgiven for assuming that the key
was ornamental, but her boyfriend stood behind her on the stage, and
through his outrageously tight suit pants one could make out an
obscenely sized padlock and the outline of a full chastity belt that
suggested the almost medieval key was as practical as it was symbolic.

As she walked towards the podium she noticed that a strap on her
stilettos had come loose. The moment felt staged to Cameron, but all
the same the audience applauded as she pointed at her feet and her
boyfriend knelt to fix her heels for her. Planned or not, the image of
this woman, now the most powerful person on earth, commanding her
locked up man to kneel before her was captivating.

As her boyfriend finished his work and stood to move out of the
spotlight, she put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down.
Obsequiously he continued kneeling next to her, and she patted him on
the head. The absurd display of dominance activated something in
Cameron's brain and he felt a tingle in his crotch again.

Mariko noticed.

"I'm glad this is turning you on too baby. Even if you're just getting
hard watching Perez boss around her boy toy."

She paused to savor the victory.

"Do you realize this means that you're never going to touch your own
cock again for the rest of your life without my permission? Fuck it
makes me so wet."

And Mariko lied down next to Cameron so that she could look up at the
screen and masturbate while she watched. She shimmied out of her silk
panties and then hung them over Cameron's boner like it was a coat
rack, and since he was tied up, he made no effort to remove them.

She smiled mischievously at his predicament and then her mouth formed a
capital O as her fingers sank into her waiting pussy. Cameron listened
with desperation as the slick sound of Mariko penetrating herself
competed for his attention with the words of President Perez.

"Thank you ladies! Thank you! Tonight is a historic night. We have done
something together that no one thought we could do. A woman has been
re-elected President!"

Cheers surged from the crowd.

Perez continued her speech, "And we're not finished doing great things.
In fact, we've barely started. Next year, to honor our partnership with
congregations around the nation, we are going to ban unsupervised male
pornography. Then we are going to extend our locking laws to all
visiting tourists so women can rest easy knowing that every man they
meet on the streets is safely contained. And we are going to change
voting laws so that keyholders have the influence they deserve, like
the right to accompany their charges into the voting booth to provide
timely advice."

Mariko knew that Perez was understating her plans. This would be the
last election that Cameron ever voted in. And if men could not vote,
the locking laws would be permanent. She looked over at his bound,
vulnerable form with pity. She knew this was for the best, but wouldn't
have the heart to tell him what it all meant just yet. She was grateful
though that she would be there to hold his hand through this new era.
Somehow these feelings of tenderness and affection mingled with her
arousal and she moaned involuntarily.

Perez's voice interrupted her.

"Moving forward, our scientists are developing new technologies: It
won't be long before keyholders can use an app to track their man's
every attempted erection."

"It may sound like everything is getting better, but I will tell you
one thing that will never improve under my watch. The government
agencies that provide a safe outlet for men without a keyholder will
always be a last resort. Wives will never have to worry that their
husband can book a quick visit to the clinic and get his rocks off
whenever he feels like it. The wait times will be long, the visits will
be short, and the staff will be professional nurses who always say "no"
to a man that does not understand his place."

"Now some members of the media are in shock tonight. But if you haven't
figured out how we did this yet, then you haven't been paying
attention! This is thanks to your hard work." And she pointed at her
supporters in the audience.

"This is thanks to every mother who sat her college aged son down and
explained to him how he would benefit under a pink government." She
paused till the cheers and clapping died down. "This is thanks to every
wife who dragged a reluctant husband to the polling booth and every
girlfriend who spent weeks preparing their partner so that when
election day came they understood, deep in their very loins, that
voting pink was in their best interest." Here the audience laughed and
clapped.

Next to Cameron, Mariko's breath was becoming labored. Her conflicted
feelings about her loyalty to her husband versus her loyalty to
womankind were drowned in the rush of contributing to this feminist
coup. Like millions of other women, she had done her part by
manipulating her husband to hand over his own freedom. And he had
chosen that night's satisfaction over a lifetime of independence.

As she touched herself with her left hand she allowed her right to roam
over Cameron's body. She caressed his stomach and then his inner thigh
and finally slipped her hand beneath his balls and brushed his skin
with the lightest contact. But she would not even graze the one place
where he needed her so badly.

"Please, please touch me" he pleaded with her as he watched Perez
claiming her victory.

"Oh? Do you want me to masturbate you while you fantasize about the
woman who took away your erections?" Her hand moved tantalizingly close
to him.

"Yes, please." He admitted ashamedly.

"Are you sure you're ready? You've waited a long time to just go back
in your cage again. Ah, but you want to finish while she's still on
screen don't you? You want to ogle her as I help you pump out all the
warm goo you've been saving up?"

"Yes, please, I'm sorry. I want it."

"Hmm, well you're going to have to wait a bit longer I'm afraid," and
she removed her hand from the edges of his groin and used it to
reinsert a finger inside herself.

As this was happening Perez continued above them. "Tonight, some of you
will decide that your man deserves a little relief after making the
right choice. And that's fine. A lot of men in this nation are going to
sleep deep tonight. But if your man gave you grief this election
season, even if he voted the right way in the end, then you may decide
that he needs a few uncomfortable nights rolling around wishing he had
behaved better. Because until he learns to put your pussy on a pedestal
his training is not finished."

At this, Mariko's animal side took over and she acted quickly.

"Fuck baby, this is so hot, I want you to make me cum while she's
talking." Without waiting for a response, Mariko repositioned herself
so that she straddled Cameron's face.

Cameron was thirsty for the taste of his wife. Her shaved pussy was
already dripping, and he knew from the sounds she had been making that
he didn't need to ease her into it. As she descended on him he buried
his tongue in her wetness, and knowing that no part of him would go
deeper into her tonight, he contented himself with moving upwards to
pleasure her clit with his mouth.

Cameron stared at Mariko while he did his best to bring her to climax.
Her face was exultant as she watched the President speaking. Her
nightgown had fallen around her hips, partially obscuring Cameron's
view of her breasts which Mariko herself was violently squeezing. He
wanted so badly to slide his hands over her smooth thighs and onto her
ass. To feel her warm flesh above him, but his arms would not budge.

Perez continued, "Our history has shown that men cannot be trusted with
their own bodies. And our four-year experiment with the locking laws
has proven that our nation is stronger when male orgasms are regulated
by responsible women."

Mariko was getting closer. She leaned back with one hand and fumbled
for a hold on Cameron's cock. He twitched in response, so desperate for
her touch. But in her own ecstasy she quickly gave up and placed her
hand on the bed between his legs instead, while his hips thrust
ineffectually into the air. Meanwhile her thighs clenched the side of
his face as an orgasm rose within her.

In a daze, Cameron listened to Perez's triumphant voice. "And I can
tell you that, as women, we will never give back the rights we have
won. The right to walk the streets safely. The right to equal division
of labor in the household. The right to torment your husband, your
boyfriend, your son, your brother. The right to keep his manhood in a
little cage, to make it your plaything, always available to you but
never to him. The right to tell him, 'Get on your knees and beg me for
your next orgasm.'"

Mariko began shaking uncontrollably and her screams drowned out the
presidential speech. "Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck, fuck fuck!"

As Mariko climaxed she curled her body forward and Cameron continued
licking her until her shaking subsided. He felt her juices running down
the side of his face and neck and swallowed what gathered in his mouth.

Then she leaned back, remembering her promise that this evening was
going to be all about him. She reached for his hard cock, and stroked
it once, before the words of the President came back to her.

Cameron looked up at her eyes from between her legs. In the heat of
this historic moment, he knew that he would not be allowed to cum.

She took a moment to catch her breath. Then she spoke. "Cameron,
tonight I have claimed permanent control of your penis. I know I
promised you release, but now I truly have the right to take it away.
So I'm going to start stroking your cock, and you're going to beg me to
stop and lock you back up in your little cage because you know that
deep down you are nothing but a man who deserves to be denied."

Mariko moved off his chest and knelt beside him so that she could be
methodical about what came next.

She took the thick white cream that had accumulated on the lower
entrance of her pussy and smeared it on his cock while it jerked and
flailed about powerlessly. His balls throbbed with each beat of his
heart and his limbs pulled pointlessly against their bindings. As soon
as her hand began pumping his shaft he knew he could not last.

"Oh fuck, fuck. Please, please stop stroking my cock, I can't take it
anymore."

"Louder Cameron. I thought you would know how to beg by now." Her
strokes were slow, but tight, squeezing the cum out of his cock like
paint from a tube.

"Please, please stop touching my aching cock. I'm so close. I don't
want to be bad and make a mess. I don't want to jizz all over myself.
Lock me in my cage so I can be a good boy."

"Very good." Mariko stopped stroking, but held his cock firmly. As he
tried to stave off his orgasm his eyes turned to the screen above him.
Sofia Perez had her hands raised in victory and his focus settled on
her breasts and the key in between them.

Mariko followed his gaze. "Before I lock you up for the month..." she
let the word 'month' linger in the air like a sword over the bed, "I
want you to thank President Perez for giving me control of your
precious orgasms."

Cameron shuddered. Even though Mariko's hand was not moving, he didn't
think he could hold back the tension building in his balls much longer,
and the thought of groveling almost pushed him over the edge.
Reluctantly he looked directly at the image of the President and spoke
through ragged breaths, "Thank you President Perez for locking up my
cock and taking away my orgasms."

Mariko smiled and removed her hand, but it was too late.

"Oh God, no, not like this, no, ahhh..." Cameron moaned, unable to stop
his body from what came next.

His cock bobbed in the air, up and down, and after a long delay, a slow
stream of semen poured out of him as he squirmed under the futility of
a ruined orgasm.

Mariko laughed at his aggravation and then scolded him. "You naughty,
naughty boy. You know I punish boys who are disobedient. And I don't
think you'll like what I'm going to do."

Cameron was aghast. He had enjoyed none of the benefits of an orgasm,
but would now take all of the consequences.

Mariko ran her index finger through the white pool collecting on his
stomach, even as more flowed out from his frantic, despairing cock.

She inspected the thin glaze that now coated her finger. In the last
few years she had forgotten what semen tasted like. She daintily
touched the tip of her finger to her tongue and the sea salt flavor
came back to her.

Cameron sat up as high as he could to watch her do this and then
collapsed and writhed against the ropes in what Mariko knew to be
exquisite sexual frustration.

Now quite certain that she did not miss swallowing Cameron's orgasms,
she tauntingly scooped more cum off his belly and rubbed it on both
breasts. When her smooth, dark nipples gleamed with a wet sheen, she
lowered them to Cameron's waiting mouth which opened to take them
without complaint. As his lips suckled quietly, his cock drooled and
twitched for the attention that it would not receive, flopping
helplessly about in a puddle of its own making.

---

The next day a thread titled "Election Night Denial" topped the front
page of Keyholder. While Mariko relaxed on her lunch break she searched
for her own post to see how it had fared since she published it that
morning.

/Sandy_sandals28: The night of the election my husband came home from a
late shift around midnight. I had told him the week before that if he
voted pink then I'd let him eat me out when he got home and as long as
I finished he could have a blow job. Of course, when I heard Perez's
speech I decided to add a twist. So I gave myself two orgasms with a
vibrator while he watched naked from across the room. He didn't quit
though. He was down there for an hour licking me every way he knew how
and he stayed hard as the granite countertop he spent all weekend
installing, but I just scrolled through my phone and enjoyed the
aftercare. Don't worry, he gets to try again tonight./

Carefree_in_Carolina: My boyfriend and I are both in 3rd year of
college and live a few hours from our hometown. Until recently his mom
was his keyholder and she would let him out so that we could sleep
together whenever we visited over the holidays or on weekends. But this
summer she pulled me aside and said that if I'm still dating him in six
months then she'll transfer his key to me.

Well, half a year came and went a few days before the election so she
put the key in the mail. I told my boyfriend that if he voted for Perez
I'd unlock him as soon as it arrived. As it happens, the delivery drone
dropped off the package right after the election speech, but I knew
that in this new world I needed to show a little discipline. So I told
him the package was just some makeup and there must be a delay. He
looked so heartbroken it was adorable. Then I got him to attach a
strap-on designed to fit to his cage and he fucked me senseless for two
hours.

As much as I love to feel him finish inside me, I just want to have sex
a few more times where he's still horny at the end rather than sleepy
and disengaged. Two more weeks should be enough.

Third from the top she found her own post. Shared by 200,000 users and
counting. She had hundreds of responses and a new direct message to
read over later (DMs were pretty rare on this particular app).

She suddenly felt a wave of guilt for divulging the night's events,
albeit anonymously, and for her cruelty in how she had described them.
As a punishment, it was perhaps a step too far. She began rereading
what she had written.

/Mary_Co: Like many of you I promised my husband the night of his life
if he voted pink. And like many of you I had second thoughts when I
realized how secure we were in our victory. There wasn't some other
president coming to free my husband with an executive order. He was
trapped. Then I saw Perez make her boyfriend kneel on the stage... my
panties were instantly flooded and I knew there was no way my husband
was cumming that night./

I climbed on his face and he happily ate me out without being asked.
After an earth-shattering climax I teased his cock (it was so purple I
thought it might explode) and told him to beg me to stuff him back in
his cage. The thing is, he had no incentive to do that. He should have
been begging me for an orgasm instead. But a few years of chastity have
turned my macho husband into putty in my hands.

I'm going to make him rewatch the memspecs footage with me tonight. In
the video from my perspective the bottom of his face is still covered
in my juices, and he looks so forlorn as he begs me to stop touching
him so he can be a good boy and not make a mess (I always make him talk
like that when I let him out of the cage).

But I decided to push him further. I told him to thank President Perez
for taking away his orgasms. He looked up at her on the screen with
these puppy dog eyes and said it like he actually meant it. I let go of
his cock, but he was too turned on by being forced to thank the woman
who placed him in permanent chastity that he ended up having a
hands-free orgasm tied to the bed. I guess we both got our happy ending
on election night.

P.S. @President_Perez I know you sometimes check these forums. If you
ever want to brighten your day with some footage of my husband thanking
you for putting his dick in a cage and then cumming all over himself
please feel free to DM me.

Story Tags: femdom; denial; tease%20and%20denial; chastity;
humiliation; cum%20eating

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