The Test of Pleasure.

"This test is going to be even more simple, but impossible to cheat. You see there is one other way a sissy gets to cum. Your "tutoring" has a backdoor override. Sissies can recognize the tone and timbre of a real man. And all a real man has to do to make a sissy spurt is simply say 'RELEASE'.

Before you can try to make sense of his diatribe, your body is writhing on the floor, wracked with a climatic current of electric ecstasy. Your clitty spurts shoot across your smooth stomach and soft breasts. You catch a little on your tongue and smile contentedly. You are going to like this test.

"RELEASE...RELEASE...RELEASE."

Three brutal blistering blissful explosions rock you back to back. Your eyes roll in the back of your head. Drool runs down your chin. Your clitty shoots weak, watery stream of sissy spurts and you roll around in your own filth, mindless and moaning. You struggle to think, but your brain is to slippery and wet and wanton to get a grip on right now.

"Oh I almost forgot the only rule. Get to a hundred without losing your mind." A hundred?! Did he really just say...

"RELEASE RELEASE RELEASE RELEASE RELEASE."

You try to count how many sissygasms are ripping through you at once but you lose count at number pink. You can taste your brain boiling in the back of your throat. It tastes sweet, like cotton candy. And the sissygasms shred you so sweetly. Like feral beasts with serotonin spiked spittle. You are swimming in a pool of your own spurts, ready to just let it swallow you up...

"RELEASERELEASERELEASERELEASERELEASE RELEASERELEASERELEASERELEASERELEASE."