A Friendly Game

The continuation of parts 1-4

He would soon learn that the new game Ms. Carson was playing with him was called edging. He loved and hated it in equal measure.

She made it clear that they would need to talk and establish formal rules but she wanted to do that in person. Because he was completely new to BDSM, she gave him little reading assignments and encouraged him to continue attending the munches at the university. In the meantime, because he'd enjoyed being caged so much, she suggested that she begin taking control of his orgasms. She explained that it would be just as meaningful for him to learn to use his own self-control as it was to use a physical restraint.

"I realize you could cheat and I would never know," she'd said. "But, believe it or not, the person you'd really be cheating is yourself."

He'd understood and agreed. "You can trust me to keep my word, Domina."

"Trust is the crux of it all. We will learn to trust each other."

He had impressed her and she did trust him to obey her. If there was anyone she doubted, it was herself. Even though she was sure of her decision and overjoyed to have Diego in her life, she felt the weight of the age difference. She knew from experience that things could get complicated.

But she also knew magic when she felt it.

So she guarded those worries within herself, determined to give Diego the best introduction possible to kink. She'd just take one thing at a time.

And the first thing was to find time to spend training him. She had asked him to send her a copy of his schedule. He'd written his usual work shifts on the printout from the registrar's office and sent a photo of it to her. Daisy began instructing him how to touch himself through the speaker of his phone on weekday afternoons. He'd tried to convince her to switch to video calls but she'd insisted on voice only. She wanted him to be fully present in his body and listening to her words, not distracted looking at a screen.

Diego locked the deadbolt in case Greg came back early from class.

On Friday, after a week of daily, short, timed sessions exactly like the first night when he was allowed to pleasure himself but not reach climax, she told him the next day he'd finally be able to have an orgasm.

"I'll be teaching a class so you get an afternoon off and can play with yourself however you like."

Instead of the excited response she was expecting, he was silent.

"Diego? Are you okay?" she asked. "I thought you'd be thrilled to finally have a release."

"Honestly, Domina, I'd rather have time with you than an orgasm."

It had only been a week, but he'd come to anticipate the calls as the highlights of his days. He'd practically skip back to his room after a quick lunch, his head dizzy with excitement at the thought of hearing Daisy's voice telling him how she wanted him to touch himself. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever done in his life. He thought of all the years of hearing about Jake's sexual escapades and felt like all of that paled in comparison to having a woman like Ms. Carson take such a deep and direct interest in his cock, even if it was to deny him. And while electrically charged, the quiet moments he spent with her also grounded him. Between rushing to classes, completing assignments, going to the gym, and working at the boisterous bar, the moments he set aside to share with her were precious. He couldn't hide his disappointment at the thought of missing a day.

"Are you serious?" she asked, completely taken aback.

"I've been having orgasms since I was about seven. I can spare some of those. But I've never had anyone take the time with me like you have. It's always the best part of my day."

Daisy felt her heart melt. Now it was her turn to be quiet.

"Did I say something wrong?" Diego finally said.

"No, everything you said was perfect, dear. I just wasn't expecting that." She forged on before she could get too emotional. "But besides truly being busy on the weekends, for the next lessons, I need you to NOT be ready to explode just at the mere thought of reaching inside your pants."

"How'd you know?" He asked a little snarkily, lightening the mood.

"Just a lucky guess," she laughed. "Enjoy your climax tomorrow, Diego." And she hung up.

She ended up giving him permission to have as many orgasms as he wanted all weekend. While he missed his Daisy time, he took advantage of the freedom and reached a personal record of five in one day.

Luckily, Greg was out of town.

On Monday, she introduced the new game. She asked him to masturbate *almost* to the point of no return, and stop right there. There would be no timer, no starting and stopping. Just pushing himself as close to the edge as he could and then...nothing. Uncomfortable, throbbing nothing.

He slowly took this in, with all its implications, before letting out a long "Wooooooow."

"That's going to be really difficult," he said, still trying to decide if it was even possible.

"Were you expecting easy when you showed up to my house to convince me to do this with you?" She asked."You wanted me to teach you. That's what I'm doing."

"Yes, yes, I know. You just seem to invent things I would have never dreamed of and sometimes they take me off guard."

She laughed. "There's so much more, Diego. But we'll take it slow. Now, don't think about this new task too hard. There's no timer so you can begin when you are ready. Just tell me."

"Ready." As he began to squeeze and stroke his dick, he understood why Ms. Carson had wanted him to release before this. Being able to stop and start within the time limit made it possible to keep himself safely at a moderate level of excitement to avoid accidentally cumming. But having to get as close as possible and stop himself just in time was a different beast.

And Ms. Carson wasn't helping. "That's it, Diego, do it for me." She said seductively. "Close your eyes and imagine your hands are my mouth taking you in deeeeeeeep..."

A frustrated "Grrrrrrrrr" escaped him. "I'm not going to last if you say things like that!"

"The point isn't for you to last. This isn't for your enjoyment, I'm sorry to say. The point is for you to find exactly where your edge is and learn to control it."

He wasn't paying much attention to her words at that point. "I can't anymore." He stopped, his body shaking, his dick on the edge of spasming but obediently not ejaculating.

"Good boy," she talked him down. "You've pleased me very much. I love how good you are for me. I love knowing your dick is becoming mine."

Hearing her praise him made the discomfort worth it.

The edging made him crazier than the timed sessions. He was determined to obey her and not let himself cum. He could be pretty stubborn when he'd set his mind to something, and while he'd thought it had been challenging before, this was a new level of difficulty.

But the truth was, he was awakening to a new world with Ms. Carson's guidance and the challenge of it only made it that much more satisfying. And he had learned more about his own body in just a few weeks than he'd explored in his whole life.

She asked him to begin edging every morning as well. "I want you to dedicate that dick to me every day first thing when you wake up." He added it to his routine, beginning to enjoy the sensation without the climax. And he was getting good at hiding his jerking off from his roommate, which was made easier since he wasn't expelling anything that needed to be cleaned up.

Sometimes he thought Ms. Carson was an evil genius.

Daisy looked forward to the phone conversations with Diego as much as he did. Every day she waited for his message, 'Ready to serve you, Domina,' as she'd asked. She purposely kept their interactions short, not wanting to interfere with his studies or become a burden. She knew he was excited at the newness of it and would have gladly given her hours of every day, but she also knew that setting a pace and building anticipation would keep them both wanting more. Consistency was more important to her, and to his training, than quantity.

And limiting their indulgence helped to calm the unease that she couldn't quite completely shake about the age gap. Diego had shown her he was responsible. She had to be the same with him.

She never touched herself during the calls. She would close her eyes and imagine being there with him, guiding him in person. Another reason she'd initially decided not to embark on a D/s journey with Diego was the distance. But he'd changed her mind and, everything aside, she was glad he had. She had missed having an obedient boy in her life, more than she'd wanted to admit.

Daisy had made the mistake of seriously dating another salsa dancer over a decade ago, before she'd married her ex-husband. Even as things were heating up between them, something in the back of her brain was whispering that she should know better. But she was young and trusting and the dancing was really hot between them, in public and behind closed doors. She'd really thought he was 'the one' until the night he showed up without warning with another dancer, completely ignoring her. She was humiliated. For weeks he made things almost unbearable for her in the dancing world, showing off with his new partner and even trying to tarnish her reputation as an instructor. Luckily she had a lot of good friends and clients in the scene who stood by her and she'd managed to hold on until things blew over and her ex got ostracized when he tried to play the same tricks with yet another woman.

She kicked herself for having been so naive, and had learned a lesson: she never remotely considered dating another dancer. Things could get really spicy on the dance floor and she had a lot of partners that she felt affection for, but she made herself unavailable outside of the public community.

After her marriage had dissolved, she'd begun exploring kink for the first time. It was something she'd always been curious about but had gone in a different direction with her vanilla partners. She decided this time she wasn't going to rush into anything and was going to let herself explore. She was often a literal leader in her role as dance instructor, making the men play follower to learn the basic steps. So it was natural for her to fall into the role of Domme, and she loved it.

Samuel was never supposed to be more than a kink partner. The age difference had been difficult for her to accept then, as well. That voice was whispering in her head again that she should know better, and while she'd learned her lesson with salsa dancers, it seemed she was having a harder time resisting young submissive boys.

She could feel Diego's eagerness to please her from across the miles and sexual energy was flowing through her again. She felt more alive than she had in over a year. Even some of the dancers she saw regularly noticed, commenting on her mood. She just brushed it off, attributing it to the spring.

But she knew it was from the afternoon trysts with Diego.

She never spoke to him of how she felt, though, except to tell him how much his actions pleased her. She wanted the focus to be on how he was feeling. But each day they talked, she prepared herself as if she were going to see him in person. She'd take a quick shower, slip into lingerie or a sexy bra, and lie on her bed 15 minutes before she expected his message. She'd lightly touch herself with her fingers, imagining his frustration and delighting in his acceptance of her wishes for his body.

And in fact, in some ways she tortured herself as much as she tortured him. While waiting for his text, she would make sure to get her juices flowing and put herself into a Domspace to be ready to play with him. When she heard the voice of her dedicated little student, she would stop stimulating herself, wanting to give all her attention to him. And she wouldn't let herself cum until later, making herself feel a bit of what he was suffering.

But, almost every night, she let herself indulge in a climax.

She was the Domme, after all.

And it had been a while since anyone had excited her like this. She didn't realize how much she'd been needing it.

She'd waited until she thought he was sufficiently prepared to try a special little experiment.

They had fallen into a routine. Diego's weekdays began with edging, and in the afternoon he hurriedly returned to his room to enjoy Daisy guiding his masturbation. Weekends she gave him freedom.

So he was surprised when one Friday she directed him to continue the edging over the weekend without her. "Send me a text each time you've completed your task, so I know you are thinking of me."

"Really? But I think of you ALL the time! Please!" he protested, taken by surprise. He'd gotten used to the rhythm of weekend-only orgasms, and the thought of continuing edging, possibly forever, at Ms. Carson's whim, suddenly seemed overwhelming.

"Do you want to quit, then?" she asked, her voice stern in a way he hadn't heard before. He instantly regretted it.

"No, Domina, no, of course not. I'm sorry. Whatever you wish. I'm really grateful you take the time to do this with me."

"Hmpf. You'll edge before bed as well, then. And with every text I want a detailed description of what you thought about. I want your dick AND your mind. It seems both still have some learning to do."

He humbly carried out her wishes all weekend. He picked up a double shift at the bar on Saturday to distract himself from the almost insupportable arousal, but had to make time to edge an extra time before leaving for the day to comply with his orders.

On Monday, she had a different surprise.

The session began as normal and he got close to cumming. He had noticed that he was getting better at knowing exactly when to stop. He expected her to praise him and end the call like usual, but she told him to wait. Her end of the line was mostly quiet except for muffled moaning sounds.

"Diego...Go again, but don't finish," she said insistently, the moans getting louder.

Of course, the thought of her climaxing was a theme in his fantasies, but he'd never considered that she might do it with him in one of their phone sessions. Everything they'd done until that point had really been about him...him getting spanked, him being caged, his dick being trained...not that he didn't want to learn to do things to and for her, she just hadn't given him the opportunity.

"Ms. Carson? Are you...?" He trailed off, too embarrassed to be able to put it into words.

"Do you have any idea how much you turn me on, Diego García?" was her answer. He almost exploded when he heard those words and had to squeeze the base of his shaft hard, something he'd recently discovered helped prevent ejaculation. He'd never, until that moment, thought of himself as being sexy or desirable for Ms. Carson. He knew she liked to play games with him, and he was waiting for the talk she'd promised when they finally saw each other in person to understand more of her perspective as a Domme. Ironically, the job that had ultimately helped him convince her to do these things with him also kept him from going back home to actually see her.

"I do?"

"Shut up and keep going!" her voice was urgent and he obeyed without saying another word.

"Mmmmmmmm... are you close now?" she asked.

"Very close."

"Now, Diego, now!"

She was an expert at denying him, but she'd never ordered him to cum before. His whole body shook and he couldn't help but cry out a little too loud for the dorm. "Daisy..." He often thought of her real name when he masturbated to her.

She didn't seem to notice. "Yesssssssss!" He realized she was cumming, too. His dick was still jerking, spewing out semen. He'd never had such a long orgasm before.

She was laughing and yelling obscenities on the other end. "Oh my God.... Fuck!"

Finally, she got quiet. "Diego?"

"I'm here."

"Was it okay for you?"

It was his turn to laugh. "What just happened, Domina?"

"Congratulations, dear boy. You're on your way to master the elusive art of simultaneous orgasms."

He took in her words with amazement. "I wish I could see you right now."

She switched the call to video for the first time. Her hair was down and her face was flushed. He'd never seen her without her glasses on. "You look beautiful."

"It's called postcoital glow," she said smiling. "If you're really good, it's a look you'll see often."

"I would really like that, Domina. I hope you'll teach me how to make you glow."

"You already do, dear boy," she said. "You already do."

She'd given him a reprieve from edging for a few days, denying him any touch at all. He was happy to obey. After the mutual orgasm, he'd felt like he was floating. He had never felt so satisfied from masturbating. Doing it at her command had been incredible.

They still had their talks which she used to ask him about how he was feeling so far about their activities. They discussed an article about power exchange dynamics she'd assigned him to read.

By the end of the week, he was feeling horny again.

'Domina, may I please have a few minutes to touch myself?' he asked in a text that Friday. She'd said she had important business and wouldn't be able to talk.

'No,' had been the terse reply.

He went to his afternoon class feeling grumpy. He hadn't had a call or permission to do anything. After the high on Monday, he felt let down. How could she make him feel so good, then just leave him hanging?

He checked his phone when his class ended. There was a text from Ms. Carson.

'You're horny?'

His dick responded immediately. His fingers quickly followed on the keyboard. 'Yes.'

'You have permission.'

'Really?'

'Really. Right now.'

He looked at the message, confused.

'Better hurry, your next class starts in 15 minutes.'

'But I'm in the engineering building.'

'I know. I have your schedule. I also know your next class is in the same building, same floor. You now only have 14 minutes.'

He stared at the messages. 'You want me to masturbate in the public bathroom?'

'Might be a better option than in the hallway.'

He nearly choked on a laugh. She was crazy. But he was already walking toward the bathroom, closing himself in a stall. 'I can cum?'

'You not only have permission, it's an order. Let me know if you manage to comply.'

He hung his backpack on the little hook on the door and pulled his pants down far enough to remove his already stiff cock. He could hear other guys using the urinals, the door opening and closing. His cheeks were hot with embarrassment. If anyone realized what he was doing, he was sure he'd die. And yet, his dick was throbbing harder than ever, knowing she had put him in this predicament. "She's just playing with me," he thought. "And I can't seem to get enough." He got to work, pumping himself with intention. He felt rushed, enjoying it much less than he would have liked. He managed to not make any noise when he began to spasm, the thick white liquid squirting into his hand, some of it landing on his shirt. "Damn it," he uttered under his breath. He used toilet paper to clean himself up as best as he could, then left the stall and washed his hands. He tucked his T-shirt into his jeans, which he never did, but it was the only way to hide the wet spot.

'Mission accomplished' he wrote, feeling simultaneously annoyed and relieved as he collapsed into a seat in the lecture hall.

'Good boy. What do you say?'

He shook his head and smiled. He couldn't possibly stay mad at her. 'Thank you, Domina.'

'You're welcome.'

The class was long and he dozed off a little. He'd done all the reading and the professor was mostly going over everything in the book. He didn't need a recap and the orgasm had left him feeling sleepy. When the other kids started getting up and leaving, he snapped awake and grabbed his stuff.