Will Mistress want more?

Slowly he came awake again. At first, he could not remember where he was or what he was doing. Slowly it came back to him. Slowly he remembered. Slowly he began to realize the pleasure/pain still glowing from his body. He whispered, “Mistress?”

“Mistress, are you there?”

Nothing but silence. He began to panic as it all flooded back to him. All the pain. All the pleasure. Everything She had done to him and for him. He grabbed the phone off the floor and tried to redial Her, but saw that She had used an unregistered number.

He tried to get up, but his legs were still unsteady. He looked around him at the toys, the implements of Her love. He looked at his cum still drying on the towel, already dry on his body. He was covered in it. He could not remember ever cumming like that. He had to talk to Her again. He had to.

He quickly signed on to the computer and went to the private chat room immediately.

“Mistress?”

“Mistress?”

“Oh, Mistress, please. Please talk to me. Please.”

He waited. Nothing. He looked down and realized his cock was in his hand. He was so hard. His cock. Her cock. So hard. So hot. He stroked and stroked. Moving his fist up and down, alternating between fast hard strokes and strokes so slow and gentle it nearly made him crazy. Using the kinds of strokes he thought She would use. Strokes designed to keep him just on the painful edge of release, yet making him hold back a little longer.

He stroked himself for nearly 40 minutes before he realized that as much as he wanted to cum, needed to cum, he could not. He could not cum! The thought was shocking and then he could feel the panic rising in him again. He could not bear the thought of never hearing that voice again. Telling him. Commanding him. He did not know what was happening to him. What had happened to him, but he knew he needed Her. Knew he would never be satisfied again without Her. Knew he could not cum unless She told him to. The last realization terrifying in its reality. His body really was no longer his. His body, his mind, his self belonged completely to Her.

“Oh god,” he moaned. “Oh Mistress, please . . . please . . . please . . .”

He could not stop stroking even when his cock began to throb in pain from the friction of his hand desperately trying to get off. He could not stop.

The screen lit up in front of him.

“Is my cock in your hand, slut? Is it hard again? Have you discovered yet that you will never cum again without me? Have you discovered that?”

He wanted to reply but he couldn’t make his hand do anything except continue to stroke. Pump his oh so hard cock up and down up and down. Again and again and again. The need driving him crazy. His moans of **** need getting louder and louder.

“Mmmmmmmm . . . Squeeze my cock very hard now, slut. Very hard. Harder, slut, and watch the beautiful hot cum erupt from the tip. Cum, my slut. Cum now.”

He saw the words and in the split second it took for his mind to process them, he was squeezing his cock so hard he began to scream then watch as hot, thick cum boiled out of his cock. More and more with each hard squeeze. He was cumming so hard and the pain/pleasure it gave him made him moan long and loud.

“Slut. Remember. It is my cock and my cock will not cum unless I tell it to. Mmmmm . . . Be a good slut and I will make it cum often.”

The screen went black.