Master keeps me performing

“Master, I am going to orgasm.” My voice wavers, I’m on the verge of squirting.

“Not yet…” Master insists, still jerking his cock to the beat of my fingers. I keep stuffing myself full of my fingertips, I can’t disobey him, but he doesn’t want me to cum yet either. The rest of my body slackens so I can focus solely on my dripping twat, clenching around my digits to release just a bit of the pressure in my gut.

“Aahh… ahhhh… haahh…” I recognize my own voice, a sultry sigh drawn from my throat by my tickled nethers. Normally I would have bitten my lip, stifled the sound which betrays my sensations, but now I’m too busy keeping my fluids in my trap.

I bend downwards to lessen the strain, and with both hands now clamped firmly between my thighs I continue to obey Master’s commands. He seems to approve, he faps loudly just a foot in front of me, letting out odd little grunts and groans of his own. When will he ask me to cum? I hope it’s soon, my pussy is already tender from my masturbation.