Beads of Fate

Literotic asexstories – Beads of Fate by ytelite,ytelite
My hands are slightly shaky as I fetch the bag for the weekly drawing. It has been eight weeks since my last orgasm, and the mere chance of getting some long-awaited release is enough to make me incredibly horny. My erection does not escape your notice.

“Aww, are you excited? Do you think you’ll actually get lucky today?”

“I really hope so.”

About six months ago, you decided on a new, randomized way to limit my orgasms. Every Wednesday, I get to draw three glass beads from a bag. The beads have different colors, and the color I draw determines my fate for the week. Today is Wednesday, and I am about to get this week’s draw.

“Ready? Let’s see what your allowance is for this week.”

I draw the first bead, it has a rosy salmon color.

“Nice!”

“Haha, so excited about just a little bit of fun.”

When I draw a salmon colored bead, I am allowed to masturbate for 10 minutes at some point during that week. You supervise this sessions to make sure that I do not go over the time limit, but you do not participate (other than through teasing and taunting me verbally). Given my current arousal and state of desperation, 10 minutes of play time seem like heaven.

“Go ahead, draw the next one.”

I draw a second bead and put it next to the first one. It is completely transparent, a wasted draw.

“Much better. I was already worried you’d get to have too much fun this week. Now, draw the last one.”

I reach into the bag once more, and get the third bead. My eyes get wide when I reveal it to be red.

“Hahaha, that’s funny. Better luck next week. And maybe that’ll teach you to behave better in the future.”

I groan a bit, but do not otherwise complain.

“Thank you, ma’am, for your strict guidance.”

The red bead is a punishment. It cancels all other draws for the week, which means I also lost the 10 minute session I thought I had earned. I also have to wear a blindfold whenever you let me pleasure you during the week, but sometimes you also just make me leave the room instead. You add red beads to the bag when I misbehave, but also sometimes randomly if you just want to be mean.

“Mhm, that was another fun draw. Maybe you’ll finally get your orgasm next week. What else is left in the bag?”

I empty the contents of the bag onto the nightstand. There is another salmon bead, and four transparent ones. I also have two blue beads, which you know are my favorite: They result in a teasing session in any way that you choose. Most of the time, these sessions involve you touching my body sensually, but also pinching my nipples, maybe some hits with the crop, and massaging my balls, and often culminate in a hand job or play with a toy. Of course, “teasing” means that I am not allowed to come.

That’s what the lone green bead is for, which is taunting me from amid its brethren. When I draw the green bead, and there is only ever one, I get to have an orgasm that week. You still decide how and when, of course, and you have teased that you might ruin it at some point, but so far the few times I got to come have been amazing. However, after my orgasm I have to wait as long as it had been since the last orgasm for the green bead to be added back to the bag. When we started, all these months ago, there were only 10 beads to begin with, and I got the green bead and my orgasm after only two weeks. Then I had to wait two more weeks for the bead to go back into the bag before there was even a chance that I could draw it again. It then took me two more weeks after that to draw it, resulting in four weeks of denial. That, in turn, meant that the green bead wasn’t added back to the bag for another four weeks after. You are very generous, though, and add it before I draw for the week, and I actually managed to get it right away that time. However, it was still four weeks before it became available again, and the next time I was not so lucky, and only got it three weeks later, after an agonizing seven weeks of denial. And then, last week, which was seven weeks from my last orgasm, you added the green bead to the bag again, but I did not draw it then, bringing me to my current eight week stretch, which will last for at least one more week.

This rule, that the bead is not added until the same time has passed, virtually guarantees that my denial periods are growing longer and longer (although you have hinted that you *might* add a second green bead once we reach 15 weeks of denial). I look up from my reflections with a thought.

“Um, ma’am, what happens if I draw a green in the same week as a red?”

Since the red bead cancels everything, I do not have any hopes I would get to come in such a scenario, but I wonder what will happen to the green.

“Hmm, good question. Obviously you won’t get to come. But I think the green should just go back into the bag. At least for now…”

“Thank you, ma’am, for your generosity.”

I let out a relieved sigh, since I just noticed that there is also another red bead still waiting in the bag. There is also one silver bead, which I am still not sure how to feel about. You like to describe them as “bonus chances” to come, but that is not how they’ve played out in practice. When I get a silver bead, you give me a “challenge,”

and if I beat the challenge I get to come. If not, I get spanked. (As you put it: “You like getting spanked. So either way, you win!”). So far, I got three challenges, and failed all three:

The first was to come in 15 minutes using only a vibrating butt plug.

The second was to come with only 100 strokes. I thought I had that one in the bag, until you declared that you were the one administering the strokes, and you alternated between 10 super slow and 10 very fast strokes, which was not enough to make me come, despite my desperation.

The third “challenge” was perhaps the meanest of the three. You cuffed my hands behind my back, tied my feet together, and had me lie face down on a towel on the bed. Then I had 10 minutes to come. While I was doing all I could to hump the towel, you played with yourself using a vibrator and laughed at my futile efforts to get any stimulation, but only one of us ended having an orgasm. As an extra incentive for me to pass the challenges, though, you said that they would also count for the purposes of the greens, meaning the challenges are the only way to reduce my denial periods again.

“So, we have four transparent, one salmon, two blue, one silver, one red, one green?”

“Yes, ma’am. 10 beads total. Hold on, there’s also one yellow, so 11 in total.”

I often forget about yellow beads, since they are a bit of a mixed bag: I don’t get any “pleasure,” but you still play with me, either giving me a spanking, torturing my feet, nipples and/or balls, scratching my body, or some other funishment.

“Good, now put the beads back into the bag, put on your blindfold and bring me my vibrator. Denying you makes me horny, and I know you want to make me come.”

You are right. Even though I will not be allowed to see your pleasure, and might not even be allowed to touch your boobs (which is the real punishment for me), I am eager to pleasure you. I am already very horny after reflecting on the bag, and being allowed to make you come is going to make me even more desperate, especially with the added frustration of the blind fold. However, being allowed to make you come also has another effect: For every orgasm I give you, you add one bead to the bag. You said if we ever run out of beads, there would be four weeks of no drawings or any stimulation for me, and then we restart with 10 new beads, giving me an added incentive to tend to your needs to prevent the bag from getting empty. Usually, stronger orgasms also result in “better” beads, but that’s not guaranteed, and what I get is entirely your decision.

During one of the first weeks, I tried to “argue,” as you put it (I would say I “suggested”), that one of your orgasms seemed so intense that I should get a blue, and you reminded me that you are in charge, and gave me a red bead instead. The lesson was that my enthusiasm for your orgasms should not depend on what I get out of them. My task is to serve for your pleasure and my own is purely for your amusement when it pleases you. You have also made it clear that regardless of the beads, if you want to be penetrated, you will make use of my penis. This does not mean I get to come, of course, unless I get a green bead, nor that I get any other stimulation. Overall, I only got four orgasms during the last six months, while you had dozens, and my frustration levels are through the roof, but I loved every second of it, and every single orgasm you allowed me to give you.

“Come here. Put your head between my legs. You may worship my thighs while I masturbate.”

Happily, I follow your orders, and lick and kiss your legs while you get all the orgasms you deny me. When you are satisfied, you get dressed again, and let me take off the blindfold.

“Mhm, those were four very nice orgasms. Now, let’s see… I’ll let you add three clear and one yellow bead to the bag.”

Knowing better than to argue, I accept them with gratitude.

“Thank you, ma’am, for letting me pleasure you and enforcing my denial.”

“Of course. It’s only fair. Now, I think these past six months have been quite enjoyable for both of us, and definitely satisfying for me. I know we said we’d see how it goes, but I like it, and want to make them permanent. So why don’t you write down the rules, so we don’t forget them?”

“Right away, ma’am.”

I take a piece of paper, and write:

“Denial rules

Every Wednesday, three beads are drawn from a bag:

Red bead: All beads of the week canceled; must be blindfolded when pleasuring you

Transparent bead: Nothing

Salmon bead: 10 minutes of supervised masturbation

Blue bead: Teasing session

Yellow bead: Funishment session

Silver bead: ‘Bonus challenge’

Green bead: Orgasm

The timing, ordering, and specifics of each session are decided by you.

For every orgasm I give you, you add a bead of your choice (except green) to the bag.

When the green bead is drawn, the time since my last orgasm determines when it is added to the bag again: If it has been x weeks, the green bead goes back into the bag x weeks after it has been drawn.

If there are no beads left in the bag, there are no draws for four weeks, and then you add 10 beads of your choice to restart the game. The green bead timer is not reset, though.”

“Perfect. Now with the four extra beads you’ll have 15 to draw from next week. A 20% chance to get your green bead isn’t so bad. Or, if you’re lucky, I’ll let you play with me some more on the weekend. You would like that, wouldn’t you? Even if it might mean that you’ll have to wait more weeks for your own orgasm?”

“Yes, ma’am. Please let me make you come more. Maybe without the blindfold?”

“NO, the blindfold rule stays. You had a red. But I’ll think about how I’ll let you pleasure me. Now go an put your bag away, you already got more than you should have today.”