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WELL EARNED!

I kept him locked in a chastity cage for almost six weeks. It opened his eyes, shut his mouth and brought out the best in him. I was happy with his performance and I felt he deserved a reward. So I tied him to the bed, arms and legs wide apart, and removed the chastity cage. His dick gave Me a standing ovation. Taking him the to edge was easy, because his swollen balls were ready to explode. His body twitched and he asked Me to let him cum. That was cute, but certainly not enough! I wanted to hear him beg and wanted to see some tears. Which was, needless to say, just a matter of time. Besides, I had no intention of letting him cum, not yet anyway, and certainly not because he wanted it, so I pinched the tip of his cock, pinched it hard. He roared in agony.
I took him to the top again … and slowed down … Up … and down. My long hair touched the tip of his penis and his body arched and quivered. He was pleading for mercy now, so I tightened My grip and put it up a notch. His sperm rose up the shaft like lava in a volcano. His body convulsed as I let go of his dick. The seed flowed from his cock. He moaned in frustration. This was not the powerful sperm eruption he had hoped for, it was more like an overflowing cup. Poor baby!
So I grabbed his dick seconds after cumming and continued to jerk. Most men find it unbearable, and that was exactly the reason why I was doing it. I ran the palm of My hand over the tip of his cock and he screamed and wailed like a wounded animal.
That’s what I call a Happy Ending.

HANDJOB-DAY

Years ago, My husband foolishly agreed to be My slave. He quickly regretted it, but I had him by the balls and I was not planning on letting him go. I’m not a coldhearted bitch (I’m much worse that that), so I introduced Handjob-Day. It’s held twice a year and all he has to do is hold back an orgasm for eight minutes. And be honest: what’s eight minutes in the scheme of things, right? If he succeeds, he’s a free man. If not, he will be My slave for another six months. Now, My dear husband is not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, because he really thinks he has a fighting chance. How pathetic. He’s a walking vulnerability, an open book. I don’t even have to wear shiny boots, a mini-skirt or a leather jacket; mentioning it is enough to drive him crazy. Touching his penis makes him quiver and shake, and his body arches in immediate response. His dick is already leaking like a broken sewer pipe, and I haven’t even started yet! And he wants to fight ME? Come on! I can give an erection to an eunuch, for God’s sake, and I can make my husband cum just by looking at his dick. He cums whenever I please and he will be my fucking slave till the end of time.

TEASE & DENIAL

She’d tied his ankles and hands to the four corners of the bed and had been teasing his dick for several hours. Again and again She stroked, kissed and sucked his penis until he was ready to blast a hole in the ceiling. But She didn’t allow him to cum. His hips twitched violently, pushing upwards, in a desperate attempt to push himself into orgasm. Which turned out to be just as useless as swimming without water, or running without legs. He screamed, begged, bribed and even cried for help. She was not impressed and kept him on the brink of orgasm. He was about to lose his mind and ready to pass out. Death was imminent, dramatically speaking.
I can’t take this anymore, he scried, with tears streaming down his face.
She stopped immediately and stood up.
You’re absolutely right, She said deadly serious, you just wind down and calm your mind, OK?
She opened the bedroom door.
No, no, I wanna cum. I wanna cum for You! Please! My sperm is boiling and I’m ready to explode!
Ah, that’s so sweet, She said all flowery. Then She stepped out of the room and closed the door to an unforgettable orgasm.