I hope you like the story. Feel free to give me some feedback.Me and my sub were going on holidays from Thursday to Sunday. I had booked us a nice vacation home in the north of Germany. It was a very old building but the interior was very modern. It had the newest cooking fields and one of those godlike showers that have water coming from all sides to massage you. To me it was especially important that we had a decent coffee machine. I wanted to have breakfast at the big table in the kitchen with a good coffee and the Financial Times as my newspaper of choice.The flat was rather over dimensioned as a vacation home for a couple. It had two bedrooms, a large bathroom with a big shower and a very nice kitchen with windows as tall as the walls and on three sides. To cover the room from nosy looks, the windows had blinds. The very common blinds you can move up and down and adjust for your liking. The shower was rather an entire room of its own. It was separated from the rest of the room by glass. The whole flat consisted nearly entirely of wood. The floor was, with the exception of the shower, a very dark parquet, that got really well accentuated by all the light shining through the plenty and large windows. The beds seemed to have been built in a century when they insisted on quality and build things to outlast following generations. For entertainment the living room had a very big and high quality flatscreen. In front of it stood two oversized armchairs and a wrap-around couch. One wall was covered completely by a bookshelf. I like reading very much, but I had other plans on holidays. I appreciated it anyway since it gave the room the touch of an old gentleman room. Oh, this would be a great weekend!In the morning, when we got ready for our journey, she had her bra and socks on already and was about to push her first foot through the opening of her jeans when I told her it would make the travel very diverting, if we would find a way of entertainment. She stopped in the movement and looked at me questioningly. She oftentimes has a feel when I am up to no good and starts to be very careful, expecting potential danger. It was an interesting sight, to see her bend over with one knee pulled to her upper body and reminded me of a flamingo. She squinted her eyes trying to figure out, if she was supposed to make a suggestion or whether I had something in my mind already.I pointed at her white dress that ended shortly above her knees and emphasized her hourglass figure with those firm tits and the nice butt. I could not understand she did not want to take it with her. Sure, it was a bit short, but there was nothing that suited her better! The white color matched perfectly with her pale skin and her black nails. To finish off the look I instructed her to wear the black, open high heels. She gave a sigh like she wanted to say “boys will be boys”, but seemed relieved. What a naive little girl she can be…When we walked out of our home a gentle breeze caught her dress and lifted it up a bit. Not enough to see her underwear, because she realized it fast and held it where it belonged, but I felt my dick growing induced by that sexy, yet innocent look.The only problem was, that this breeze crossed my plans. Exactly when the wind lifted her dress and forced her attention on making sure she does not reveal too much, she was supposed to see something. I came up with a masterplan when I was packing the car in the evening the day before. I had placed a subtle hint in the back of the car of what she had to expect from our journey.So, with her being relaxed and not expecting anything we left our town and started to drive on the highway, which would be our road for the next five hours. After a while I asked her, if she would agree that it would be great to play some fun games to kill time. Again, she looked at me curious but concerned. She knew it could be not good for her when I say fun games. Or was I just teasing?Sometimes I do that. I play with her mind by the choice of my words. Making her expect something mean but doing something completely harmless instead. To me it is important to leave hope till the last second. People come to terms with their situation once they know there is no way to change it. Her face told it all. She wanted to know what my plan was. I, of course, did not even think about giving her a mental relief so quickly! We all know expectation can be a gift on its own. Okay, maybe not in her shoes. Although, her nipples signing off underneath the top of her dress showed her arousal pretty clearly, but I mean she did not know what would hit her.I did not want to give her too much time to think. I wanted to guide her through my plan without any more deviation from the plan, unveiling my devious plan step by step and controlling her completely.I knew she was watching me. Trying to figure out what I was up to. Now, I did not want her to take a look at the back anymore. So, I told her to give me her panties and take her bra off. Now, one did not have to take a second look at her top anymore to adumbrate her nipples being hard. Like nails they were pinching through the fabric of her dress.It was obvious she was not a fan of the idea being completely naked under a dress that, not even half an hour ago, would have been lifted up way too far by a mild breeze, if she did not react in time. Yet, she got a bit more relaxed since the probability of wind in a car is slim after all and the seatbelt would keep everything in place anyway, even in the unlikely event of someone passing us slowly enough to take a good look inside.After a while I said that I feel like the air humidity would feel much higher and I would like to investigate the cause of that. We both knew the humidity did not change at all, but she spread her legs instantly anyway. She is a good girl. Or was she just horny and glad for an opportunity to receive some stimulation?I laid my hands on the inside of her thigh and started moving towards her pussy. I did that very slowly and pushed aside her dress a bit more with every centimeter. Although I barely even touched her, she started to get restless on her seat. It must have felt like an eternity for her, because I really took my time moving upwards until I reached her pussy. I gave it a rub and could feel how warm it was. Well, if I had not had a boner the entire time caused by the anticipation of what would come, I would have had one most definitely by now. To be honest, it was really hard to not give away that I was as horny as she was!I knew my baby girl was wet already. Not dripping, but wet enough to put a finger inside her. So, I gave her pussy a good rub for just about three seconds and put my finger where it belonged. But not to finger her. That would be way too soon. I just wanted to get some off her juice on my finger and hold it in front of her face and make her suck it off. When I put my finger in her little warm cave, she closed her eyes and as I pulled out my finger, she opened her eyes and took in a very slow but deep breath – with her own juice right under her nose. How frustrating it can be to be daddy’s girl.She sucked my finger very firmly and made sure it is as clean as before. We had over four more hours to go and I was very unsure if I would make it without getting off. I had to remind myself that with power comes responsibility and that I had to be a good example of discipline, if I expect discipline from her!I knew she wanted to touch herself very badly. Her pussy was too hot and needy already to be ignored effectively and there was no way to be distracted from that. Since she is not allowed to touch herself without permission, she started looking at me very eagerly. She was caught in my net. Just, she did not know to which extend yet.I reached behind her seat and gave her the towel I had placed there before. I had wanted her to see it when she passed the back of the car, making her wonder why a random towel was laying there. She was supposed to think about it and get horny by the pure imagination of what might come, but the wind… Well, we got here anyway and the real fun was about to begin.She placed the towel under her tight little ass, but did not dare to touch herself. We both knew what the towel was for, but there is no such thing as implicit permission! I did not want her to realize that my plan was even close to be finished with making her masturbate in the car. Therefore, I had to put up my best poker face and try to convince her this was about her begging me for stimulation.She knew her only way to receive my permission was to be as cute as possible. With that dress, the need in her Bambi eyes and the smell in the car, she did not have to do anything to achieve that. Actually, even if she had to do something, it was in my own interested that she would touch herself. My plan might not have worked as precise as a Swiss clockwork, yet it was still on its way to be executed with success. I just had to hide it from her – and so I did.She did not realize she ran into my trap and played nearly every trick she had to convince me. After only a few minutes which felt so much longer, I gave her permission. Stupid little girl. She might have had a chance still.She was leaning back into her seat and started to moan more frequently. She started to rub faster and I was so turned on by the look and the sounds and the smell I forgot about my plan and did not tell her to slow down. Do not judge me too hard. The sound of her greedy wet pussy eating her fingers, her moaning, the smell of musk in the air and that stunning look! The pinching nipples, the wet dress soaked by her pussy juice and becoming transparent and that look on her face. That arousal. I saw she was close to an orgasm and as she realized that too she asked for my permission. Oh, that sweet high voice and dazzling view of her needy body. The trembling from all the excitement that could be seen and heard. I was so close to say yes.Seeing her in the state of the most arousal is the best thing a man can see. When she is wet, needy, desperate. Her clit is swollen and hard. Her pussy being so dripping wet and hot, exuding that unique scent. Her facial expression Michelangelo could not sculpture and I do not have the words to describe it. You know the look.I do not know how I found the strength to deny her, but somehow, I did. Now she was sitting there in her seat. A picture of misery. I could see that she had no idea where to put her hands. There was only one natural place. Right onto her pussy. But since I denied her, she did not know what to do with them. I saw that and thought I could ease her calamitousness. I told her to put her wet fingers into my mouth. And now it was me sucking her pussy juice.It tasted amazing. Like a cold Coke in the middle of a hot day full of exhausting gardening work. Frankly, I do not think me sucking her helped her very much. I am inclined to say it made it worse for her, judging by her reaction. I had good intentions once poor girl and it did not help you.I recovered very fast from my pitifulness. I made her an offer I knew she could not decline. Be honest to yourself, being in her situation, would you reject a potentially saving straw? I told her she might convince me to let her come, if she amplifies how her pussy feels and why it needs to come – all while keeping herself on the edge – or, if she does not accept my offer, she will not touch her pussy until we have arrived at our destination. A cocktail of happiness hormones versus the void of unfulfilled desires.While she was edging, with her eyes closed, telling me how good her pussy feels, how much she needed a relief, how desperate she was and begged me for mercy, I saw a sign that reminded me that my plan has not been over yet! So she was on her countless edge when I told her to stop and open her eyes. Her sight is still haunting me today. I can only imagine what went on through her head when she was so close to an orgasm had to open her eyes and realized I had taken an exit from the highway and was driving towards a refilling station with a big rest area.Hastily, she tried to adjust her dress. I had to laugh. That clumsy attempt to look normal. Her dress completely wet and transparent, her nipples still on their way to puncture the fabric and her hair… She was a mess. My plan was to make her horny and wet. I wanted to send her in the refueling station without pants and a bra, being afraid someone could realize what could go on underneath that dress, buying a snack.Well, I had to deviate from my plan again. This time not due to unlucky timing, but due to me being unable to get a grip on myself. If I would send her in like that now, not only would everybody realize. She might actually be in danger. This did not look like the nicest place and we were traveling on a day at a time with basically no traffic.I had overplayed my hand. I could not send her in there that was sure. But what else to do? She did not know yet that I already knew I could not do that. I felt that she was starting to be less horny but more afraid. So I told her, that my little girl would not have to leave the car and that I would not do it either. I took some clothing pins from the bag in the back, that I had placed there together with the towel, and told her to seal her pussy for me.It was another impossible idea of mine. Her being seated, her pussy blank from the waxing the day before yesterday and her hand and pussy covered in slippery juice, she had no chance to get a even the slightest grab on her lips. Before she could start to think about me sending her out, if she does not manage to clamp her pussy, i told her to clamp each lip and her nipples instead. Normally this would have been some very harsh punishment, since her nipples are really sensitive. Yet, after I had given her back the feel of easy and she had to touch and clamp her pussy, she was as horny as she might not have ever been before, so I thought she could take it with all that pain tolerance from the serotonin rushing though her body.My biggest issue was my own arousal. I cannot remember having felt so horny before. It would have been unreasonable to drive while being so distracted. Maybe it was that or I just really wanted to come. I drove away from the buildings and took a place that was hidden a bit by bushes and trees. I took of my seatbelt and told her to suck my dick. When she bent over to me our faces were very close for a second and I saw her smiling at me and giving me a look of such affection and love I nearly came without being touched once. Since I knew, I was not going to last long I allowed her to touch herself again. I really wanted to keep her close or on the edge for a much longer period. After her tongue played with the tip of my dick for less than a minute I came. I am not ashamed. I did my job and there were a few more hours more to come on our way to the best holidays I had so far. The fun did not end here for me and for her it was only a short period where she was not focused on her own satisfaction only. female orgasm denial Get your own Orgasm Control toys: For men: http://www.amzn.to/1V6XQvv For women: https://ift.tt/1UWn54n