I go by the name of "Sabrina X" on several on-line sites. I'm now a 68 year old widow (I was married twice before my third husband passed away from cancer several years ago.) I'm not too bad looking for 68, or, so I have been told by several different men.

Having been married to three different men, I learned a lot about what it is that "really" drives most male libidos. And it doesn't have much to do with the word "love!" It's far simpler, and more direct than that really. You could easily sum it up in just one word, actually. The word would be "ORGASM!"

Men will do practically anything at all for an orgasm. They are so incredibly mercenary about that; and a woman that's smart enough to tap into that simple, and yet one overriding principle, can get away with an amazing amount of shit with a guy IF she knows the right way to "handle" him!


Here's a perfect example of what I am talking about---

Take "Sonny."

Sonny had been bugging me for months through an on-line site I use a lot to allow him to come by for one my cock-teasing "sessions" that has made it difficult sometimes for me to keep the "supply" up with the "demand" for that sort of thing. It is a surprising fact just how many men (and especially married men!) crave that sort of treatment!

I liked stringing guys like Sonny along for as long as possible. Some guys would get pissed off at me after only a few polite rebuffs and quit contacting me. That was fine by me. Then, there were the men, like Sonny, who just wouldn't give up on me! Those were the one's I selected for further mind-fuck!


Sonny, I already knew, was a biker. He was married, too. But, his wife (Nadine) had a bad case of MS; and as a result, they hadn't fucked in a lot of years. He had been as dutiful of a husband as about any guy in his predicament could hope to be; and I liked him for that reason. There were other reasons, of course, but that was a big one.

Sonny was totally honest and up front about why he kept contacting me: he was horny! He was a man, after all! "I do love Nadine, and all," he'd said on any number of occasions, "but I got needs, Sabrina! I, I just got to have some sort of--well, release! You know what I mean!? Please? May I come over?"

Finally, I felt sorry for the poor guy, and I relented---but, and I explained it to him bluntly, that IF I did let him come by for a "session", then it would have to be on whatever basis I decided it should be! He didn't hesitate for a single second!

"I just wanted you to know what the rules are." I said.

"I accept WHATEVER 'rules' you want to establish! I promise you that."

"I'll hold you to that!"

"I know!"

"Alright then."

We made an appointment for later that same week.



I made shameless use of Sonny's long pent up sexual frustrations, and not just on the first visit, but on all the others that came to be!

I never, ever, under any circumstances whatever, allow my 'subjects' have an orgasm the first visit. That is a rule that I have never violated yet!

I had Sonny securely fastened in one of my restraining devices, where his cock and balls were tied up with nylon cordage, and then the rest of him, so that no matter what, he could not escape from my ministrations!


I tortured poor Sonny's cock, and his balls for over two hours that first visit. He had a large, thick cock shaft, and a nicely circumcised glans to go with it; and he also possessed a nice set of testicles! His wife, Nadine, had been quite a lucky lady before the on-set of her MS problems!

I took tremendous care to drive poor Sonny nearly out of his fucking skull with unending sexual frustration that afternoon. I don't feel the least bit ashamed of myself for doing this to him. He wanted me to! He had begged me repeatedly, and over many months! Oh, he wanted to have sexual release SO BAD that afternoon, and I had his big cock twitching and throbbing, right on the very edge of orgasm I have no idea how many times; but (and this was where I was the biggest cunt ever), I never did let him come!

"Fucking let me COME! Damn it!" He began saying; and I could hear the terrific need in him as he said it that way---and yet, when I let go of his purple-colored cock, I couldn't help but laugh!

"What's so funny!" He said. "I WANT to come! Now!"

"Fuck THAT!" I said, and stood up. "I 'aint doing that."

"What the fuck do you mean: 'Your not?!' I can't TAKE this any more!"

"Oh, I think you can take a hell of a lot more! And, you WILL!"

"Oh, come ON! Sabrina. PLEASE!?"

"Nope. I am NOT. You need to learn some manners, anyway. You're going to learn that you don't demand anything of me. Got that? You'll 'come' whenever I decide you can."

"Okay. Look. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be rude. It's just that I really want to come! It's been a long time since I have, and...."

"Well, if you come today, it won't be ME that provides it. We're done here."


I turned around and walked out of the room, and let him cool down a little before talking with him any more.

When I walked back in, he was noticeably calmer. Even his dick had sagged a little bit. The black plastic plate I'd put on the floor beneath him had quite a few clear drops of pre-cum on it. I knew perfectly well that Sonny was probably ragingly horny, and sexually frustrated beyond words; and yet, that was where I found most men needed the very sort of treatment I had just given to Sonny. Most of all, they needed to know that Sabrina X was NOT going to be bossed around. Men such as Sonny needed, above all, discipline. And, whether they understood it, or not, that was exactly why they sought a woman like me out!


I sat down on the rolling stool in front of Sonny, and began undoing the nylon cords I had so very carefully wrapped, and tied, around his cock shaft, and his balls.

"I said I was sorry, Sabrina."

"I know. I accept your apology, too." I smiled. "Really! It's just my policy to NEVER give a guy an orgasm on the first session. I wouldn't have done it, even if you hadn't gotten all pissy with me!" When I had his cock and balls free, I stood up and took a couple of steps back as he rose from the wooden contraption I'd had him secured to.


He got dressed in silence. He was sulky, and obviously disappointed; to say nothing of frustrated as hell!

"Look," I said, as he was nearly finished dressing, "if you can continue to refrain form jerking off until we see one another again, I promise to definitely reward you for that. I'm serious."

He stood there a moment looking at me.

"You promise?"

"Of course! But, you have to really, and truly REFRAIN! No cheating! If you cheat, that'll be the last time you ever come over here."



The funny thing is, Sonny DID refrain! When he came back the next week, I gave him some good cock teasing, as I always like to do, but I allowed him to come; and what a cum-shot he had! It was obvious that he had actually managed to 'hold his place' as I had demanded!

I held a large, black plastic dish underneath his cock head as he came, and as each thick, ropey glob of hot sperm exploded across the shiny surface, I complimented him on it! He'd earned that much, at least; the poor bastard!

But, I wasn't finished with Sonny just then. Oh no! Before I untied him from the milking chair, I made him lap up every last drop of his own sperm---and, he made no attempt to avoid it! In fact, as I held it there for him, I was convinced that I had a serious cum-drinker on my hands!

"HMMMMM!" I remember saying as I watched him, "I think we have ourselves a queer! Oh, yes. I do, indeed! I wonder if the wife knows this? Huh?"

This would be something that Sonny and I would "work through" for several months, until one afternoon, I got him to actually say the words: "Okay! I'm a Queer! I AM! I AM!!"

I was so very proud of Sonny. I was also proud of having been an intregal part in that confession, too! How satisfying was that?!