Orgasm Controlled

This is what happened after Cuffed by Dr. J. Read this first, if you want to want to know how Eliot got here and to watch the video.

“What have you done, Darla?”

“Let’s go see.”

She grabbed my handcuffed hands and pulled me down the hall to our spare room. I wanted to sink my teeth into her luscious ass. I loved it when she wanted control. When we entered the room, I spotted the exercise bench. The devilish look in her eye made me hotter as we moved closer to the apparatus. She was in a playful mood, and I was her plaything.

“You know, we could have made that video.”

“Looks like it.” The bench was decked out with the same cuffs as the video. Darla must have been working on this plan for a while.

“I think we should do a little research on orgasm control.”

“You just like to be in charge. I’m glad we work so well together.”

“I like being bossy, too. Now let’s get these clothes off so you can sit on the bench.”

Her sexy scent wafted through the air confirming that her sexual interest was engaged. “Yes, ma’am.”

She pushed my pants down my legs. I stepped out of them and straddled the bench.

Darla had cuffed my feet before she unfastened the handcuffs. Stepping between my legs, she unbuttoned my shirt and shimmied her breasts in my face. When I leaned forward to feel them, she shook her head, pushed me back and glided my shirt off, one shoulder at a time. Oh, yes, this was her show. Warm hands skated over my skin, and when she raked my nipples, I knew she meant business. She nipped my ear then kissed me softly as she cuffed my wrists to the bench. She would give me pain.

I was now under her control. Would Darla do what was in the video or did she have something else in mind? She rolled a stool in front of me and sat. Her chest heaved, and I could see hard nipples. All my systems were alert and ready to go.

“I have some interesting things planned. Things we’ve not done before. Are you going to be a good little slave?”

This side of her drove me insane and had me craving whatever she wanted to do. Oh, baby, make me hurt.

“I will be good, ma’am.”

She scooted a table closer to her stool. I saw the ball gag.

“I can see your hands well, so if you need me to stop, give me a signal.”

“How about I’ll cross my fingers.”

“Good. Are you ready?” I nodded and opened my mouth. She slipped the ball gag between my teeth and then fastened the straps. I drew in a long breath of air through my nose as I adjusted to the feel and taste. This toy was a first. I wanted this.

Sensing that, Darla moved on to sweet torture. Her soft lips kissed me around my mouth and then she licked the ball gag. Holy hell. My intake of air went deep as she scraped her fingernails over my nipples. Her clawing brought me to a quick sexual need. My evident arousal sported a drop of fluid at the tip.

She poured lube into her hands and rubbed them together before she touched me. With a warm, firm stroke, she swirled around my head and then leisurely slid her hand down to the base. I was hyper-sensitive and lifted slightly off the bench. Her other hand cupped my balls, and then she slipped her finger over my perineum, to my asshole and forward again. This rocking motion became her action rhythm. I was lost in erotic sensations. My nose whistled an intake of air, and I moaned like the man on the video. She pulled the arousal from me with her talented hands.

Teasing me with her fingers, she never said a word. My nasal breathing filled the room punctuating my groaning and limited body movements slapping the bench. If I lifted up, she slipped her wet fingers further down my crack. Double timing me, her one hand owned my cock’s length and head, her other hand my balls and ass. The combination was insane. I inched forward on the bench so she could reach everywhere. She brought me to the brink and pulled back, again and again. I suffered hard, sweet pain.

How many times did she take me to the edge? Countless. But she knew I was in the zone and that she made it happen. I don’t know what caused it, my pleading eyes, grimacing face or whimpering groans but she finally let me go over the edge.

As my orgasmic reflex lifted me up off the bench, my body reached up to her like a rubber band stretching and then it slapped back down on the bench. She let go of my cock, and it erupted. Yes. Release, sweet release. Hot, wet spunk landed on my stomach. My glutes and thigh muscles ached from tensing them over and over. My jaw throbbed from holding the ball gag in position. Loving fingers stroked my face while my abdomen quivered and my breathing settled down. What an explosion.

Darla patted my face.

“Aaah, good pet, Eliot. You think we are done, don’t you? I’m just getting started.”

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