The scientific method - fantasy cum proposal

I was thinking the other day about Mistress doing a scientific experiment to work out what is the worst way to make a man orgasm.

For some reason i thought of recording all the permutations in a similar form, where the story started with the same intro, on the lines of 'it was a dark and stormy night...' That's to say repetitive and maybe poetic, but swiftly so, cutting to the nub, as it were while making clear each was part of the same story.

Something like...

It had been a long, long month, locked by her command. Now in a quiet room he lay, bound and panting with denied demand. Hours passed and when breathless and dizzy, she leant in close and whispered time for your jizzy!

She put an arm under his neck and reached back to fondle his left tit. Her head shifted to his right tit and lips pressed sweetly around it, teeth resting on soft flesh like thorns.

Her right hand grasped his cock and started to pump, slowly and firmly. His moans were very loud, in spite of his gag.  He knew he was going to climax, but his joy at his impending relief was tempered by the terror he felt at how she would deliver it.

She worked him close to the edge and gripped him very firmly. She choked his cock until until his impending climax receded.

When it had she began to stroke him slowly and firmly again. He approached orgasm even quicker this time and again she stopped and squeezed his cock on her fist.

His climax abated but a terrible realisation dawned on him. He guessed how it would come, how she would bring him off. He started to shake his head but lifting her head to look at him her eyes smiled at him, mocking his realisation as she slowly and firmly pumped him again. Even fewer strokes were needed this time and when he was stretched and tensed to full extent she gave him one more, feeling him start to climax, and gripped him very tightly just on the shaft. Gripped him horribly hard, closing off his pipe while his cock head sat atop her frightful fist like a trembling purple plum.

He thrashed and squealed, as she gripped his left tit in one hand, her mouth locked now on his right as her right gripped his cock with terrible force. He wanted to spray and spray, a month of denial poured out on his belly, but her grip was implacable and she allowed not a drop to escape - her white knuckles beating his straining purple cock.

Long minutes followed as his thrashing and protestations subsided. The burn of cum forced back into his body, his cock shrivelling, her grip softening only as she felt him soften. Crushed and sore it dribbled the vestiges of the eruption she'd forestalled.

She ripped off the tape at his mouth and extracted his gag. She snuggled next to him, right up to his face and put a comforting arm about him, cradling his head.

So pet, how was that for you?

Nothing more than an anguished groan came in response.

Then later, as he knew he must -

Thank you Mistress.






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