So I am trying something a bit new. This is a story I wrote in a High fantasy setting with wizards and dragons etc. In this particular tale, however, the Sorceress gains her power by denying and torturing her willing slave. I hope you enjoy.
David woke before his mistress. Their bodies nude and tangled in the bed sheets. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close as she slept. His cock throbbed within the magical force field that kept it confined. This was one of the most delightful torments she put him through, and he wasn’t sure she knew just how powerful it felt to sleep beside her, totally uncovered. To feel her skin against his was such a heady experience. She had purchased him at a slave auction ten years ago to serve as a personal servant and a focus for her power. Falling in love had been a bonus for both of them. It amplified her strength and made his daily life of servitude enjoyable. He slid out of bed and snuck down to the kitchen, still nude, to prepare their breakfast. Once the smells of food reached her, she sleepily padded down the stairs. He stopped and stared. She wore nothing but a silk dressing gown that was poorly closed in front. He could clearly see her nipples pressing against the thin fabric. The robe accentuated her near nudity as well as pointing out his complete nakedness. He went to her and she laid her sleepy head on his chest as they embraced. They sat across from each other eating breakfast, with her left hand resting in his right. Afterward, they returned to the bedroom where he helped dress her. Today they had an important audience, so she wore the formal raiment of her station: a black form-fitting dress embroidered with symbols of power in gold and red down the sleeve, around the collar, and at the waist. She hung a large focusing crystal around her neck which nestled just above her ample cleavage, along with a headband featuring small crystals at each temple. This outfit always took his breath away—though that was true for anything she wore. Once dressed, he cupped her cheek and she drew close; one arm wrapped around her back while the other hand glided effortlessly through the magical force field to wrap around his cock. He felt his strength leaving his knees. It had been four weeks since he last allowed himself an orgasm. Her power was derived from his need. Each week of denial added to her reserve, but when she permitted him one, it usually subtracted about a week’s worth. Therefore, he rarely came more than once every two weeks, yet four weeks felt longer than usual. He noticed the focus crystal in her cleavage glowing slightly with stored energy. She stepped away with a mischievous smile and left to prepare for their audience. His desperate cock strained against the force field; because guests were coming to their estate, he was allowed clothes. Dressed in a black formal suit, he hurried to help Sarah prepare. By lunchtime, King Leoric’s envoy arrived, and he was welcomed into the audience chamber. He sought aid from the great sorceress in the war against Iren, who had been setting magical traps and weapons on the battlefield. They discussed options and specifics, and Sarah determined that a ward over Leoric’s armies would be best. However, such magnitude required time and precision to cast. They agreed his armies would encamp near her estate within a month for completion of the spell. A formal dinner celebrated the agreement before King Leoric departed. David and Sarah retired to their bedchamber, but as soon as they were inside, she bound him magically and waved her hand to drop all his clothing to the ground. She flicked it back, throwing him onto the bed with hands and feet spread by invisible bindings. Slowly stripping before him, she wore nothing but her crystals. “A ward is relatively easy magic over a single target, but across an entire army, it will require incredible power, and the ceremony must be precise,” she said, sitting on the bed beside his supine form. “You must stay orgasm-free for the next month. I know you have been denied before, but to build the required power in that time, I must keep you constantly desperate, so expect frequent whippings. It will be hard, but I believe you can do it; otherwise, I would not have agreed.” “Do with me what you will, my mistress, my love. Lives depend on this, and besides, you know I love a challenge,” he replied. They exchanged loving looks as she dismissed the force field around his cock and began to fondle him… She teased and edged him for an hour before reforming the barrier and lying down beside him. They fell asleep nude in each other’s arms.
Chapter 2 The following days and weeks were filled with usual tasks punctuated by teasing and torment for David, building pleasure for Sarah. One day while sweeping the main hall, she tied a five-pound weight to his testicle which he dragged along the ground as he moved back and forth. On another night, she bound his hands overhead and edged him manually, timing it so that each time he reached the edge, she spent an equal amount of whipping him. She did this six times. One evening, she staked him out spread-eagled on the lawn, tuning the force field to vibrate and pulse all night, keeping him aroused and hard. The next morning, nearly delirious, she released him from work so he could sleep. As weeks passed, the crystal around her neck shone brighter—not just a dull glow but an inner light shining constantly. Finally, the full moon arrived, the night of the spell casting. They rose late and prepared for the day. Most went normally except for several times she stopped to edge him during daylight hours. After dinner, he prepped the room at the top of the tower while she took a warm bath. At sundown, she came to his preparation. He was bustling about when he saw her and stood dumbfounded. She wore only a black cord around her waist with cloth hanging front and back, plus crystals at her temples and between her breasts. With a wave of her hand, his arms were pulled overhead and legs spread. She began by drawing a large symbol of power on the floor centered beneath him. Then taking a thin cane, she made eight strokes to draw another symbol across his buttocks. Picking up a lighter whip, she worked him from shoulders to thighs for about half an hour, then teased him with her hand while he hung in restraints. She followed with a riding crop beating his hard cock. With a ribbon of magic, she wrapped the base of his testicles pulling them away and worked over them. She continued torturing and teasing until late night as the crystal shone radiantly and air swirled with built-up power; even her body began to glow. In the last half-hour, he lay spread on the floor while she rode his face, sometimes using the crop or her hand. She kept him on the edge just as he held her there with his tongue. Finally at midnight they came together. The air exploded around them and the spell settled over the nearby camp.
They lay in each other’s arms for an hour, utterly spent and unable to move. His magical bindings gone, they held one another tight.
She was guided down to her quarters where they took their time washing one another. Her energy had been nearly exhausted, leaving just enough strength for the chastity field to shimmer into place. He understood that with her state so depleted, it would take at least a month before he could experience his next orgasm. Once dry, they settled into bed together, drifting off as dawn light filled the room.