All Hallow's Tease

All Hallow's Tease
G. F. Savidge

A short taleof chastity magic at Halloween. If you like this story, why not check out Treasures of the Flesh, available in the Kindle store and on Kindle Unlimited?

Not long after our wedding, my wife Michi and I attended a Halloween party thrown by an old college friend: Lady Jane.

On our way out, the hostess gave Michi a small gift bag. "Enjoy yourself," she said with a sly wink.

"Jane's a pistol, isn't she?" asked my wife as we waited for our rideshare. It was a crisp fall night with a hint of spice on the wind.

"I'll say. Her partner's quiet. I don't think I heard him say a word all night."

"Jane probably didn't give him permission to speak. He's a well-trained submissive."

I had no idea my wife's friend was into female domination. Michi and I had a vanilla sex life with which I was satisfied but the knowledge that the upright Lady Jane was a dominant mistress in private got my mind whirling. I imagined what it would be like to be under my wife's thumb and was rewarded with a tingling shiver throughout my body.

"What's in the bag?" I asked.

"I think we should wait until we get home to open it."

On the outside of the bag, in discreet type, were the words "Treasures of the Flesh."

I blushed. "Oh my goodness. Did she give us a sex toy as a party favor?"

"Like I said: when we get home." She paused and licked her lips, slowly. "You don't mind if I make you wait, do you?" She ran her finger down the side of my face. Her touch was electric.

For the party, Michi had dressed as a glamorous witch. Her long black skirts and corset clung to the curves of her body. I cursed that we lived a thirty-minute ride away because right then I wanted nothing more than to tear her costume off and ravish her.

Assuming she didn't make me wait, of course. I swallowed as the thought of Michi taking charge in the bedroom reared its head again. I wasn't submissive or so I thought, but the idea had an undeniable appeal.

"Can you at least let me peek in the bag?" I asked.

She pouted and shook her head. "No peeking. Naughty."


To my delight, Michi led the way to the bedroom as soon as we were home. I began to disrobe. I was half undressed before I noticed my wife was not doing the same.

"Please continue," she said.

"I'm sorry. I just assumed."

"At the risk of making yourself an ass." Her tone was faux-annoyed. "Carry on. I want to see you naked, dear."

"Sure thing."

She smoothed the folds of her skirt. Her expression turned serious. "As long as it's Halloween, I think you should use my title. Call me Supreme Sorceress from now on. Do you understand?"

My cock twitched with immediate arousal. "Yes, Supreme Sorceress. I understand."

"Excellent. But please try to control your dick."

Her words had the opposite effect. I grew stiffer.

She placed her hands on her hips and struck a pose. "What is going on? I gave you a direct instruction and as Supreme Sorceress I expect my orders to be followed to the letter."

"I'm sorry, Supreme Sorceress, it's just that you're so…"

"Sexy?" she asked. "Alluring? Powerful? All of the above? You bet your sweet cheeks I am. I also want you to get control of your cock or I'm going to have to do it for you."

It was no use. The more she mocked me for my inability to control my penis, the harder I became.

"Well then," she said. "It's a good job Jane gave me her little party favor. Finish stripping naked and lie on your back. Arms and legs spread."

I did as I was told, eager with anticipation. Even if it was just for one night, my wife's little "Supreme Sorceress" game was a welcome injection of fantasy into our sex life. It wasn't something I would have known I wanted but I was glad for it. I wondered where it would go next.

The first item Michi took from the "Treasures of the Flesh" bag was a card with instructions. She read them carefully and then put them aside without offering them to me. Next were three small candles in metal tins. She placed them around the room at the points of a triangle with me in the center. When she lit them, the room filled with powerful aromas: ginger cookies, roasted nuts, and autumn leaves.

My limbs grew heavy. I tried to move an arm but found it was pinned to the bed as if my wrist were bound to the headboard by an invisible cuff. I tried to move the other arm to similar effect. My legs were bound by unseen forces as well.

"What's going on?" I asked with a hint of panic in my voice.

Michi coughed and stared.

"Supreme Sorceress," I added.

"It's the most magical night of the year," she said.

"Magic isn't real, Supreme Sorceress."

"We'll see what you think by the end of the night."

The last item from the bag was a ring made of what appeared to be flexible black rubber.

She balanced it on the tip of my cock and said: "With this ring, I claim this cock. So be it."

She pulled the ring halfway down my shaft and said: "With this ring, I control this cock. So be it."

She dragged the ring all the way to the base of my cock and said: "With this ring, I command this man's pleasure. So be it."

Then, she pulled the ring wide enough to loop over my balls. She let it snap tight against my scrotum. I yelped — more from surprise than pain.

"With this ring, I block this man's flow. So be it."

She leaned forward and kissed the tip of my penis. I braced myself with eager anticipation: Michi's blow jobs were sensual works of art. She ran her tongue across the helmet.

"You like this?" she asked and leaned back.

Even though she was no longer touching me with her tongue, it felt as though she was. I wasn't imagining it. It was as if my wife was giving me a teasingly delicate tongue job, but she was standing next to the bed watching with an amused expression on her face.

"Michi? What is this?"

"Supreme Sorceress!" she scolded. "I don't want to have to tell you again."

She leaned over and grasped my cock with her hand for a moment. After she took it away, in addition to her tongue and mouth, I also felt a well-lubricated hand stroke my shaft with a rapid rhythm, even though she was no longer touching me.

Under such extreme sexual attention, I quickly came to the point of orgasm. "Supreme Sorceress," I said. "I don't know what's going on but I'm about to cum everywhere."

"We'll see about that," she said.

I spasmed and raced to the edge. "Oh god!" I screamed. No orgasm arrived. The phantom tongue and hand continued to pleasure me without respite; my body continued to dance along the hard edge of climax but there was no grand finale.

"It's called a Vortex Ring," said my wife. "For as long as I decide, it will tease you, edge you, and absolutely deny you. You'll stay on the edge of orgasm: twitching and moaning and writhing in frustration until it's time to let you out."

The edge subsided for a moment, then raced back towards deferred climax even stronger than before. I yelled as the unfamiliar feelings washed over my cock and through my body.

"I think I'll go take a bath," said Michi. "I feel like having a nice long soak while you stay here and take your teasing like a man."

"Please, Supreme Sorceress," I begged. "I need to cum."

She shook her head. "No: you want to cum. You need to keep a civil tongue in your mouth and not ask for things you don't deserve. How should I punish you?"

She leaned over and took my entire cock inside her warm mouth. When she took it away, I was left with the sensation of a deep, lusty blow job on top of the teasing tongue and pumping hand she had already inflicted on me.

"Bath time!" she said, in a sing-song voice. She left me alone with nothing but an invisible tongue, hand, and mouth to keep me company. They were more than enough.


As Michi drew her bath, I spasmed out of control as one edge after another tore through me from the tip of my dick to my head and toes.

How was this happening to me? The cock ring Lady Jane had given my wife as a party favor had the power to control my pleasure. Not only to prevent me from having an orgasm, but also tease me out of my mind with illusory stimulation.

My mind turned to the hostess of the party. All I knew about Lady Jane was that she and Michi were old college friends. They weren't especially close but saw each other once or twice a year. Lady Jane was attractive and fit. The costume she'd chosen for her own party was that of a video-game-heroine: a tight green tank top, very short shorts, and a pair of pistols holstered on a low-slung belt. The outfit had accentuated her lithe limbs and firm breasts.

For a moment, an image of Lady Jane filled my mind with new arousal. I yelped as a jolt of pain stabbed into my cock and balls.

"What was that?" my wife shouted from the bathroom.

"Your cock ring shocked me, Supreme Sorceress."

"You must have been thinking about another woman. Who was it? Don't bother lying: the Vortex Ring can detect your unfaithful thoughts. If you don't tell me the truth now, you can kiss goodbye to the possibility of tonight's games having a happy ending."

I couldn't bear the thought of enduring such intensity of tease and denial without a release. "It was your friend, Lady Jane. I'm sorry, Supreme Sorceress. My mind wandered."

"I don't blame you. I quite fancy her myself."

The thought of my wife and Lady Jane together did nothing to dampen my arousal. The ring gave me another jolt.

"Did you see her ass in those tight little shorts," said my wife. "Mmm, yes please!"

Another jolt as I remembered in vivid detail.

"Please, Supreme Sorceress. Can you stop talking about her?"

"Are you having trouble controlling your thoughts? You're really quite useless, aren't you? Can't control your cock. Can't stop yourself thinking about my friends in their sexy, video-game vixen outfits. I don't know what I'm going to do with you."

"I'm sorry, Supreme Sorceress."

"Just be quiet while I enjoy my bath. One more yelp out of you and there'll be no orgasm for you tonight. I don't care if you are thinking about Lady Jane's tits in a tank top that might as well have been spray-painted on."

I did as I was told and bit down on my cries as the Vortex Ring shocked me several more times. Eventually, I was able to purge the memories of Lady Jane from my mind by focusing on how sexy Michi had looked in her glamorous witch costume. The black corset had framed her breasts like twin works of art.

Without the pain to distract me, all I could focus on was the relentless teasing of the phantom hand, tongue, and mouth. As Michi luxuriated in the bath, I endured what felt like an age on the edge of climax. I tried to gasp as quietly as I could but it was hard when every nerve in my pelvis was alive with the sensation of denied pleasure.

How much longer would Michi put me through this?


She emerged from the bathroom, glistening with water and aromatic oils, in a scent cloud of exotic fragrances. She was like a mermaid washed up on dry land: magical, alluring, naked, and wet.

She crawled to me on all fours. As she kissed me, deeply and passionately, she held her pussy less than an inch from the tip of my quivering, straining cock.

"Poor thing," she said. "You must be out of your mind with frustration. A hand job, a blow job, and a teasing tongue all at once. Although, now I think of it, there's something missing."

She pressed the opening of her vagina against my cock for a moment and then pulled it away. The magic of the Vortex Ring immediately added the sensation of her fucking me to the cornucopia of pleasures I was already experiencing.

I buried the back of my head into the pillow and bellowed. For the best part of an hour, it had felt like I'd been perched a few feet from the summit of a mountainous orgasm. Now, it turned out to have been a false summit: I was now just short of an even greater pleasure. With the warmth of her phantasmal vagina taking me deep inside, the frustration was doubled.

She brought her pussy up to my mouth and lowered herself onto me.

"I think we can put your mouth to better use than making a fuss," she said. "Eat me out."

"Please, Supreme Sorceress. Can you let me cum? I promise I'll eat you out as much as you want after."

"Tsk, tsk. Such a selfish little toy. You'll eat me out as much as I want because if you don't, you can kiss your sad little orgasm goodbye. If you do a good job, I won't even ruin it."

I didn't know what ruining an orgasm meant, but from the context, I was sure I wouldn't want it. I needed a real orgasm or my night of constant teasing would mean nothing.

Michi pressed her crotch harder against my face until I could barely breathe, let alone talk. I licked at her clit but it was hard to focus when so much pure sensation was pouring into my penis.

"Come on," she said. "Give me everything you've got. I want to see you drowning in my juices."

I swirled my tongue in the figure-of-eight motion I knew would drive her wild. She grabbed the back of my head and thrust herself against me, grinding against my chin as I serviced her with my tongue. She came quick, hard, and loud.

Finally, she'd had her orgasm and now it would be my turn. I should have known better. Unlike other nights, she wouldn't be satisfied with just one climax.

"More," she said. "I need more. I've given you four different kinds of phantom fuck and I want you to eat me to four orgasms to match."

I suppressed a groan and went to work. My body was so infused with constant edging, tears rolled down my cheeks to season Michi's juices with salt.

Her next two orgasms followed in quick succession but the fourth proved wily. At first, I went after her clit faster and hard but when I realized she was not responding to this, I pulled back. I alternated light teasing with the tip of my tongue with long strokes from the base of her vagina, along her labia to the end of her clit. The climax took a while to build but when it finally broke it was epic. She pounded my trapped head between her thighs as wave after wave of ecstasy rippled through her.


"How is my little Halloween toy doing?" asked Michi.

"Good, Supreme Sorceress." My voiced wavered. "Any chance of that orgasm now?"

She stroked my lips. "You're so needy. Isn't it enough to know you gave your magical mistress so much pleasure?"

There was the honest answer and there was the answer I thought she would want to hear. After all, in the Halloween game we were playing where she was the powerful, sexy witch who had me in her grasp, I was nothing more than a toy. I existed to please her and service her: nothing more.

"I am yours to command, Supreme Sorceress. Of course, your needs come first."

"Good. And what I need now is some dick. I think we've had enough of these phantasmal pleasures."

She snapped her fingers and the invisible quartet of lustful sirens caressing my cock disappeared in an instant. For the first time in two hours, my penis was unstimulated.

It lasted for less than five seconds before Michi impaled her wetness upon me. "You still can't cum," she said. "Not until I allow it."

She rode me like a prize bull at the rodeo. Hard as diamond, my cock was hers to use as a dildo. She took me deep inside and fucked me with unleashed passion until she came hard. She teased the tip of my cock just inside the folds of her vagina — a tease which matched the intensity of the four I'd suffered earlier. That this also made her orgasm was a surprise to her, I think.

I felt everything. I enjoyed all of the sensations of sex. The one thing that eluded me was the end, the climax: the orgasm I craved. I edged over and over, twitching and writhing beneath Michi as she extracted pleasure from my helpless member.

"Please, please, please let me cum, Supreme Sorceress. I'm begging you."

"It's not that easy," she gasped. "As soon as I let you cum, the Vortex Ring will lose its power. We'll be done for the night and I don't know if I'm ready to give you up just yet. What can you offer me in return?"

"Anything! What do you want?"

I was desperate for release.

"I want you to do all the household chores for a month."

"Yes! Please!"

"I'm going to hold you to this."

She snapped her fingers. The magical block which had held my orgasm in check disappeared. My climax erupted inside her like a volcano of semen. Joy and relief washed over me as I spent my seed in the most amazing orgasm I'd ever had.


Michi blew out the candles. I could move again.

We embraced on the bed. I shivered in the aftermath of my explosive release.

"That was incredible," I said. "Tortuous but incredible."

"Do you want to do it again?" she asked. "We can go to Treasures of the Flesh together and get some more magical toys."

"Like what?"

She ran a finger over my exhausted cock. "I hear they have some excellent chastity cages. Maybe I should keep you locked up until you've finished your month of chores."

I swallowed. Whatever else happened, the days of vanilla sex were over and I couldn't have been happier.


If you enjoyed this story, why not check out Treasures of the Flesh, available in the Kindle store and on Kindle Unlimited?

This story is a work of erotic fantasy. All characters, names, locations, and events in this story are fictional or used in a fantastical way to entertain. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental.

This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. It cannot and should not be imitated. Always follow safe, sane, and consensual BDSM practices.

The author cannot be held liable for activities based on or derived as a result of this story.

Be smart and safe.


By G. F. Savidge

Copyright © 2018 by G. F. Savidge

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