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Tease Island

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The Early Season

"The new boat comes today" M. Fulbright Penopskott commented to Dawn as he squirmed on the bed. Dawn nodded, and continued her trail of flicks against M.Fulbright's suffering shaft.

Dawn leaned closer, staring intently under her platinum blonde bangs, as her pink nails painted to match her tube top poked and stroked M. Fulbright's purplish shaft.

"You bet you, M., and you're making some nice change from it, huh?"

Dawn looked right into M's eyes and licked her full lips slowly, and reached over to her tube top and flashed him a nipple.

Then she grasped his shaft in a pulling motion and gave it an up and down stroking, harder and harder.

This was quite a contrast from the light scrapes and scratches that she'd been torturing his penis with all afternoon.

Dawn pumped and pumped harder and harder, and M. Fulbright began breathing through his nose.

And he pushed his dick against her soft hand in the hope of possibly getting to cum.

It had been 134 days since his last humiliating orgasm, when he'd been forced to jerk off and lick it up at an Island awards ceremony...

And M Fulbright really wanted to cum badly!

M. Fulbright's Trials

Dawn pumped a little faster, and M. Fulbright bit his tongue and hoped for the best, rubbing his dick against her palms, slick with lubricant.

He'd had such a time of it--some would say you have to be careful of what you ask for when you are the director of an island devoted only to teasing and denial.

M. had had way lots of teasing, and very little release!

The average client, call him X, would come to Tease Island, having paid the exorbitant prices, and receive a bungalow and a chastity belt.

X would have two or three scheduled teasing sessions from different therapists on his "team" who would visit him at the bungalow.

Yes, cuffing him and removing the chastity device, for long, excruciating hand jobs and foot jobs by his scantily clad "counselors".

But except for the four two hour teasing sessions the client got during the day, he was free to enjoy the other vacation aspects of the island--

Windsurfing, sailing and that sort of thing.

Clients generally wore Hawaiian shirts, shorts and flip- flops, and could interact with other therapists on the island on an equal basis.

Flirting at the juice bar, joking at the beach...

But if the client ran into one of his "team" therapists, she was entitled to order him to strip, be it at the beach, juice bar or formal dining room.

Hey, and have his hands cuffed. (all therapists wore the cuffs on the belt buckles of their skin-tight short-shorts.

Then the therapist or counselor would unlock the client's chastity belt and remove it.

And often tickle and poke the client's penis as he stood humiliated and aroused.

Yes, while other clients and therapists socializing in the area jeered and giggled at the poor bastard's predicament.

After ten or fifteen minutes or so, the therapist would ask a bartender for some ice...

And then ice the poor man's bloated dick down to the point that he could be locked back into the chastity device--

To stay frustrated until the day he left the island, when he'd be allowed to jerk off in front of his entire team and his neighbors in other bungalows.

Most clients could afford to stay at the Island for one or two weeks if they were very lucky--

At ten thousand dollars a day, it was rare that one would stay for a month!

So the stresses of teasing and chastity were not really all that bad.

After all, you could learn where your therapist hung out, and avoid it...

Yes, if you wanted your dick to have a little relief, and you didn't want humiliation.

All you had to do was avoid the four girls on your "team"...not so for the founder!

But for M. Fulbright, who owned it all, and had lived at the Island forever, it was a lot tougher.

Not only was Dawn allowed to remove M. Fulbright's chastity belt...

But every girl on the Island, from 48 year old Molly, who had been a teasetrix for twenty-six years...

Yes, to 19 year old Fawn, who had only been an Island girl for about forty-five days, had a Master key to M. Fulbright's chastity belt.

And all were entitled to unlock and tease him at any time!

M. Fulbright moved around, trying to create even more friction between his tumescent member, and Dawn's soft elegant hands.

It was so hard for him sometimes, being the head guy, as here at Tease Island, that actually meant being on the bottom of the totem pole.

For 134 days this time, and of course for the last quarter century...

M. Fulbright had had to suffer the indignities of being the one who was allowed to be manipulated and punished by everyone.

Just that morning, Shari, his chauffer had picked M. up to take him on the inspection rounds.

"Sit up front with me, M. Fulbright"

Shari thought it was comical to wear her chauffer's hat perched atop her long, dark mane...

The car was a Jeep with no hood, and generally Shari wore a low cut bikini.

Immediately as M. Fulbright had sat down, Shari had cuffed his hands behind his back.

This making him sit on them, and had pulled M's shorts down, unlocking his chastity belt and stroking his cock as a second gear shift.

Yes, as they'd driven about to inspect various points on the island.

People had waved and shouted as they'd watched the beautiful, tanned girl rubbing the chunky businessman's penis as the jeep drove by them.

When Shari had stopped at the Fishnet, a saloon on the south side of the island with a neon leg.

Kirsten, the Fishnet's manager had come out, and waved Shari from unlocking the cuffs and putting on the belt.

"No biggie, babe, I'll just lead him in. "

Kirsten had guided the blushing M. Fulbright through the bar, surprisingly crowded for ten in the morning.

And up to the manager's office, where he'd gone through the books as she'd pointed her pen at different ledger entries...

Yes, he'd done some addition and subtraction, and when he made a mistake, she'd paddled him!

This was a hell of a note for the billionaire island owner to have to suffer from his $30,000 yearly employee...

After M. Fulbright had spent some time sobbing in the corner (those wooden paddles are NASTY)

Shari had guided him back out to the Jeep, and he'd had to endure lots of snickers and catcalls about his now bright red welted bottom.

Then Shari had continued to stroke M. Fulbright, as he twisted and turned trying to keep his bottom from having full contact with the seat, until they arrived at the gym.

Here where M. was teased and milked by two or three gym girls...

And then forced to run on the treadmill with little 21 year old Barbi (Her name was Gertrude but she looked like Barbi Benton) swatting his ass further as he slowed down in his jog.

After this M. Fulbright had been teased on the X frame of the Tease Island Dungeon.

Yes, and then had undergone several teases from girls who were "auditioning" to be therapists, before arriving to see Dawn.

Dawn, who had been his Head Tease Counselor for well over a decade.

M. Fulbright and Dawn had been together for a long time, he knew he had to have the Amazonian Rockette the first time he'd seen her at Radio City Music Hall.

Six feet one inch to M's five five, Dawn could still make him drool by tossing her long blonde hair and breathing deeply.

Making her 40DD chest bounce in the flimsy tubes and halters she always wore.

Dawn also brought in a great deal of money and repeat clients, as she was not only M's therapist, but treated a number of other visiting slave boys to the island.

Dawn was responsible for training new girls, teaching them the best ways to make men beg.

And demonstrating interesting lubricants, feathers and other materials on practice penises, one of which was often M. Fulbright's.

Dawn alone dictated when M. Fulbright was allowed to cum.

The clients were teased and denied mercilessly during their visits, and then were allowed to masturbate to orgasm upon leaving.

With M. Fulbright, of course this was an impossibility, as he never left the island, except occasionally to recruit new therapists...

Thus, Dawn and Dawn alone decided when M was allowed to cum, and it wasn't that often.

Often M. Fulbright would plead, beg and cajole the other girls who teased him.

"Oh, won't you please let me squirt, Diana?

Dawn will never know."

But of course Dawn could tell the difference between a limp dick and one that was fully elongated and bloated with months of backed up seed.

On the few occasions that a girl had taken pity on M. Fulbright, he'd squealed with relief.

And then as soon as his composure returned, he'd told her how ashamed he was of her for giving in to M's entreaties, and then he would summon Dawn, and the young lady would be on the first plane out of Tease Island.

It didn't take long for the girls to understand that to be a good therapist, one had to a. give the client the idea that he might get release at any moment.

And b., heartlessly deny him until his day of departure.

Or in the case of the Tease Island owner, until Ms. Dawn permitted!

Today, it looked as if Dawn might be giving in.

She was still rubbing and pulling M's dick back and forth, and seductively moving her legs about in the snug white miniskirt.

"So you're all excited about the new clients, M. Fulbright, huh?"

Dawn let her tongue tremble across her glossed lower lip as her pinkie stroked M's frenum, the sensitive spot just below his cockhead.

M.Fulbright's hands and feet were secured to the bedposts...

Or he surely would have escaped, masturbating madly as he vaulted the window...

Ah but Dawn had been a Girl Scout, and she knew her knots.

As Dawn continued maddeningly masturbating M's glans, she spoke softly.

"And I hear Kaidel is coming back--to visit?"

M closed his eyes and willed himself to orgasm.

Although he knew that Dawn's experienced fingers would instantly feel the semen rising to the tip.

Suddenly he felt a sharp flick--

Dawn's nail had scraped his glans, making him focus.

"Yes, Dawn?"

Oooh that hurts so much after all the teasing...

His penis head was bloated enough without being stung like that!

"Pay attention, dear." Dawn smiled.

"I understand Kaidel, my old friend is coming back for a visit?"

Dawn resumed rubbing the glans softly.

"Y-yes, and to do some work.

Her husband is going to some sort of dental convention...

And so Kaidel thought it would be a good time to make some extra cash."

Dawn pumped M.'s dick faster and faster, and M attempted to elevate his hips.

Dawn looked terribly bored...bored and regal!

She thought about Kaidel, who had been a tease/denial therapist at the island for six years...

Just before accepting a marriage proposal from a rich dentist in Scarsdale, New York.

It wasn't the money Kaidel was after, Dawn thought...

It must be the excitement.

How much fun is it to tease and deny the same guy again and again?

Dawn was bored enough with Dweeb-o here, though he paid her $100,000 a year to take care of him.

Dawn sensed the rumbling in M.'s penis, sensed it rather than felt it.

"You're getting ready, baby...are you ready to cum?"

M.Fulbright moaned.

"Yes ma'am..."

"You sure?"

Dawn flashed her panties at M. Fulbright and pumped even harder...

And then pulled her hand away and doused his crotch with a pitcher of ice water and left the room.

As M. Fulbright sobbed, Dawn lit a cigarette and chuckled.

He would lie in his wet bed, tied for several hours...

Meanwhile she could go to the plane and see Kaidel!

The Arrival of Heath Wilson

Heath Wilson climbed off the airplane wearily, but with a sense of excitement.

He smiled at the redhead who had been sitting in front of him as she passed on the runway.

Did she work here?

Certainly they had no female clients here at the Island, he thought. "Heath?"

A girl with curly blonde hair came up to him, smiling.

"Are you Heath Wilson?"

Heath nodded, checking her out. Jesus. Blonde hair, crop-top, and those boobs!

The curly blonde walked right up to him on stiletto heels.

She kissed his neck bold as brass, giving Heath a big hug.

His penis contorted against her little crotch, but just as he was getting into it, she pushed him back, grinning.

"I'm Imani, your Head Tease Therapist, unless, of course you want someone else later on."

Heath shook his head

"No, I'm sure that won't happen."

He grinned at Imani, who linked her arm in his, and guided him to her Jeep.

The ride was fairly routine, Imani asking Heath about his flight, and learning that Heath had only been able to afford this marvelous fortnight at the Island because his Internet company had gone public.

"This has been a dream of mine for a long time" Heath admitted.

Imani smiled knowingly.

"It's tough, isn't it?

You get a girlfriend to tease you and her hand hurts after a while, right?

You want her to supervise you while you clean the bathroom naked.

And she tries to blow you, like you're a real man, and you're not ready for that..."

Heath was astounded. How did she know?

"It doesn't make sense, does it?" Imani asked him.

"You'd think any girl in her right mind would love to have a lavishly attentive slave-boy to look after her house and perform between her legs for hours.

Right, and not have to give any rewards in return--

I mean, blowing a weenie type guy isn't much fun..."

Heath blushed and Imani giggled.

"But girls keep mistaking what they want, and trying to turn perfectly sweet submissives into he-men, and it's so counter-productive, right honey?"

Heath blushed again and grinned.

"It'd make much more sense to diaper and tease a boy like you, get him to clean up my place before a real guy comes over...and then tease you some more!"

Imani kept putting her left hand on Heath's leg, near his crotch as she drove.

Yes, rubbing it up and down and patting for emphasis.

In the brochure that Heath had read when he'd signed up for Tease Island, he'd been urged to stay sexually abstinent for at least 3 weeks--

Orgasm-less completely--before taking the trip.

"This will assist us in emphasizing your true chastity and helplessness" the brochure, written by a Ms. Dawn, had emphasized..

Heath wanted to do things right, but, being a compulsive masturbator, he had only been able to log eight days of celibacy before he'd left.

Yes, and it had taken a helluva lot of golden showers!

But even with only eight days of horniness, he was still going nearly insane, watching Imani's tanned hands with their French manicure.

Those fingers playing about his leg, squeezing the inner thigh and patting dangerously near his zipper.

By the time they arrived at the little row of attractive cottages called bungalows, Heath's dick was about to burst through the crotch.

Imani seemed to be inwardly giggling.

When they got to his bungalow, Imani unlocked the door and gave Heath a copy of the key.

"I and my team will each have keys to your little house here.

We can come in at any time of the day and night, but no one else will."

She smiled at Heath.

After watching him unpack, sitting on a chair in the middle of the room waving one of her superbly shaped legs in the air, she got down to business.

"Heath, I want you to take everything off, and come stand in front of me, honey."

Heath knew that it would be embarrassing standing stark naked in front of this lovely young lady.

And he'd certainly anticipated that there would be something like this going on.

Ah but he was still even more humiliated than he thought he'd be.

It might be that Imani had a true sense of self--

She seemed as if she was ready to handle peace talks with Sadam Hussein or something!

Imani grinned slightly as Heath's penis grew hard as he attempted to stare into the cleavage just beneath her little crop top.

"Put your hands behind your back, Heath.

No, I've seen it all before, believe you, me.

You weren't ashamed in front of your Mommy when you were a little boy were you?

No, then you shouldn't be in front of Miss Imani, even if I am only twenty-three."

Imani casually reached out and began to fondle Heath's penis.

And it grew harder in her hand.

"Now you seem to have signed up for the expensive deal, Mr. Wilson--two weeks!"

Imani tickled Heath's balls with her long nails as she played with his dickie with the other.

What do you think, you think you can handle two weeks of me doing this?"

As she said "this" Imani began grazing her thumb under Heath's penis as her forefingers drummed the top as if she were about to smoke a cigar.

Imani's tongue peeked out from between her lips and waggled back and forth.

And she leaned forward so Heath could get better visual access into her cleavage.

"I know you're staring at my honeys, Heath." Imani said in a soft voice, as she continued to stroke his cock slowly.

"Don't you wish you could touch them?

Think of what a normal guy would do with twenty grand--

That's what you paid to be here, right?

He could hire twenty girls like me who'd do whatever he liked...

But you know you don't deserve that, do you...

Keep those hands behind your back, honey."

Heath's cock got harder, and Imani pulled the glans a bit.

Continuing in her soft voice she said

"Heathie, baby...

A normal guy could have so much fun with a slut like me...

But all you can do is stare at, not even my full boobs, but just the cleavage, the tops...

You're getting the same show you got in high school.

And I have you here naked and begging."

Imani leaned over and gave Heath a long kiss, and he smelled her perfume.

She kissed him again, and her tongue shot in his mouth, as a leapfrog traps a fly.

" At least the girls in high school didn't always know that you were gaping at them.

They didn't have access to this naked cock..."

Imani's fingers twiddled the frenum.

"Really, you are kind of pathetic, honey. Aren't you?" Heath nodded sadly, and his lip trembled.

Imani began rubbing a little faster, alternating ten fast strokes with ten slow ones.

"I mean, I have a big old boyfriend who loves to fuck me..

But you could've had me for ten grand.

But you just want to be a pathetic little girl, right, just a loser."

Despite his stiff rod, Heath's eyes began welling up as he thought of how true this girl's assessment was...

Imani's voice grew softer and more honeyed.

Her nails seemed to be hitting all of Heath's penile nerves, and he was dying to cum

"Yes, you can't have any good lovin' from me...

Because your mommy prolly beat your ass when you were a little boy?

Beat your bare ass in front of your sisters, or the neighborhood children?

And you were a sissy boy, maybe with violin lessons, right?"

Heath thought of Mommy's hairbrush, and began sobbing softly.

He reached out for Imani and she slapped him across the face.

"Didn't I tell you to keep your hands behind your back?"

Her voice was now sharp.

"Yes Ma'am..." Heath cried quietly.

Imani played with his penis some more as she hummed quietly in his ear about what a loser he was..

Oh, and then suddenly she stopped.

Heath stared in horror as she stepped back and reached into a handbag, pulling out a metal chastity belt.

"Ta-daa!" Imani laughed.

Kaidel's Return

Kaidel watched Heath Wilson leave the runway with Imani, and smiled.

God, the island hadn't changed at all.

When Kaidel left, Imani was just a green recruit in training, and look at how self-assured the young beauty was now!

Kaidel wondered if Imani would ever fall in love with a client.

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