A week later at her place

It's been almost a week since you've had more than thirty or so fleeting minutes to spend with your new girlfriend. In your spare moments, and more than a few that should have been devoted to schoolwork, you've texted and called and even emailed back and forth constantly.

You've talked about anything and everything but it seems that the conversation always makes its way back around to the same two topics. You've explained more about the chastity device and how the unending build up and constant arousal and teasing are actually more pleasing to you than the release itself. You even went as far as to reveal that you already own such a device, though you've never actually so much as tried it on. And in turn, she's slowly opened up to you about her secret life as the doll, 'white'. It's evident that she isn't used to much in the way of acceptance over it. So you've gone out of your way to be supportive.

And tonight, just as you've done for the past five nights, you pace the halls of an empty office building, trusty flashlight in hand. As if that'd do much good should you ran into an intruder. Then again, who'd break into a place like this anyway. Just office, after office, after unending office. You sort of imagine that this must be what Hell looks like. What do they even do here anyway?

You feel your pocket vibrant and immediately your mood brightens. You fish out your phone.

Blanche: Busy?

Sam: Never too busy for you.

Blanche: Thanks! :) Still off tomorrow?

Sam: Sure am.

Blanche: I just found out my class tomorrow night got cancelled. You know what that means?

You nearly drop your flashlight. Of course you know what that means!

Sam: I think I might. ;)

Blanche: So, what do you want to do?

Well, you know what you WANT to do. What you don't want is to rush anything if she's not ready. You have only been on one date, so far. Then again, fortune favors the bold!

Sam: Maybe I could just come over to your place?

You would invite her over to yours, if not for your douche bag room mate. He's not home often but knowing your luck he'd show up right in the middle of things and make everyone uncomfortable.

Blanche: ...Is it bad that I was hoping you'd say that?

Sam: No. Of course not. It's not bad that I said it, is it?

Blanche: Your a guy. It's expected. :p

Sam: We don't have to do anything you don't want to. I'll be content to just hold hands and talk about feelings if you want.

Blanche: Ha! I bet. That is sweet, though. You better bring that toy of yours, just in case I decide I want to do more than talk about feelings.

At that, you do drop your flashlight. It hits the checker-tile floor with a metallic thud and flickers out. Thankfully a good shake coaxed it back to life.

Sam: Absolutely!

Blanche: Thought you might say that. You haven't touched it, have you?

Your cock, already hard, stiffens like an unbreakable steel rod upon reading her question.

Sam: I really wanted to, but no.

Blanche: Not even once?

Sam: promise.

Blanche: Good. :) I was also thinking about letting you meet white. But please don't be disappointed if I loose my nerve, okay?

Sam: When your ready, I'm ready.

Blanche: Thanks! I better get to bed, now. Still have class in the morning.

Sam: Good night, babe.

Blanche: Night

And so, the next night you find yourself fidgeting nervously outside her dorm. You have your backpack over your right shoulder, a ****-grip on the strap.

"One sec!" you hear from inside.

Just as you're starting to wonder weather or not this is going to be a continuing theme in the relationship, the door opens. She stands in the doorway wearing a more than fashionably tight pair of jeen shorts and a white belly shirt with some Chinese or Japanese symbols stretched tightly across the center by her gorgeous, full breasts.

"Wow," you say and suddenly HOPE that this is going to be a continuing theme.

She just grins and heads back inside. You of course follow, making sure to close and lock the door behind you. The first thing you notice, well besides the plethora of anime themed stuffed animals on her bed, is just how big her dorm room is. Most have just enough room for a bed, a desk, and maybe a small refrigerator. But hers has room for a love seat and a couple of other furnishings. Obviously it was originally intended to be shared. You wonder how she managed to get it all to herself. A dozen cantles flicker throughout the room, settingthe mood for the events to come.

"I've... been looking forward to this all day. You know, running over in my head how it's going to go. I just... now I'm drawing a blank," she says, throwing herself onto the love seat.

"Nervous?" you ask.

"Yes, and you standing there isn't helping. Sit down. Manhandle me or something," she says lightheartedly.

You immediately join her, throwing an arm over her shoulders.

"Blanche, you are literally the most beautiful woman who has ever given me the time of day. Essentially you couldn't screw this up if you tried," you say.

She smiles. "Thanks."

You tentatively lay your hand on her bare thigh. She leans in and your lips meet. It quickly becomes obvious that she's very handy with her tongue. Your hand quickly makes its way up to one of her breasts. They're round and firm and everything you've ever dreamed they would be.

Then you feel her hand on you, rubbing your cock through your pants. It quickly becomes hard and soon the first in a long stream of moans escapes your lips. God, your in heaven! And then she stops.

"Noooo...," you moan.

"Sorry. It's my first time. I don't want you to get too excited," she says.

"It's okay. It's just that... well, your very talented," you say.

She blushes.

"What’s the longest you've ever went, anyway," she asks.

"A week. It's hard to last very long when I can just touch it any time," you confess.

As your talking you can hear your pants button being popped and the slow 'zzzz' of its accompanying zipper unzipping.

"Not much in the way of willpower," she says and begins slowly jacking you.

"N- no...," you moan.

"Well, you're not coming tonight," she says, speeding up just a little bit.

"Thank you," you moan.

With every stroke she goes faster until you can feel yourself building to a monster climax.

"I- I-," you try to warn her but just can't quite get the words out.

It's amazing and wonderful and just as you're about to spurt your load, she stops. You grunt and strain, almost coming up out of your seat, but she stopped just in time. Gradually your able to calm down and regain some composure.

"How was that?" she asks.

You look down at your cock, glistening in the candlelight from the near waterfall of precum.

"Oh gods... I've never wanted to cum so bad in my life," you say.

At that, she wraps her hand around your cock again. The sight of her long, curving blue nails, with their cutesy little oriental designs, becoming coated in your precum nearly drives you over the edge. You want to tell her as much, but she's already begun stroking you again.

"I'm thinking of keeping you in chastity for two months," she whispers into your ear. "I'll invite you over and tease you again and again, like this, and then I'll just lock you up, all frustrated and horny. Would you like that?"

All you can do is pant and nod. With every stroke you can feel yourself tensing. But this time, rather than stopping when you get close, she slows down to a crawl. Her hand is barely even touching you now; just sliding lightly over the layer of precum coating your cock. And she continues like this for what seems like hours. Your so close! Just one REAL stroke and you know you'd cum like crazy!

When she takes her hand away you suddenly gasp, sucking in as much air as humanly possible. You immediately **** the air back out of your lungs, only suck in another breath. Several breaths later, you finally look over at her.