Short Story:
After weeks of waiting I made him blast over my thighs with one finger "handjob" π€
Long Story:
I&
#039;ve decided it&
#039;s time to give him back part of his sanity, but he didn&
#039;t know that until the very end π€
It&
#039;s been a while since I let him have a full orgasm and he tried really hard to achieve any relief at all. So, contrary to what it looks like I enjoy making him cum. The only thing I care about is that it has to be intense. I guess, that&
#039;s the name of the game in general. I don&
#039;t know if I&
#039;ve become desensitized, or if there is anything "wrong" with me. But I honestly don&
#039;t care. I live for those moments. I crave the emotions, the edge, the desire, frustration, despair ... all of it. Surprisingly I am not too partial about pain, but I find nothing sexier than all the shades of mindfuck π
I hope that one day I&
#039;ll have more room to store something better than this foldable milking table. But this is what I have and I love to use it. It&
#039;s a ton of fun and it fits everywhere. I just hope some guest won&
#039;t pull it out by accident, because I would have no answer for the "vase holder" in the middle of it. πThough, my apartment is starting to be a bit hoarded with erotic toys, so any guest would have to sit and not touch anything anyway. Every other drawer has a dildo, chastity cage, handcuffs, or strapon in them π
Anyway, as imperfect as it might be, I still love the table. I love how he can&
#039;t wiggle out of my touch. Once his dick is through the hole, is mine to do anything I like it. It&
#039;s up to me whether I am going to be nice, or whether I am going to frustrate him out of what&
#039;s left of his mind. π He could be literally crying with horniness on the other side, but still couldn&
#039;t move even an inch. No random thrusting, not even a little extra push into my hand. I can imagine how a gloryhole could be very thrilling in femdom settings. It&
#039;s basically combining blindfold and bondage. He can&
#039;t see what&
#039;s going on there and he can&
#039;t move aside. I might give him a sensual and satisfying handjob, or I can tickle him into pleasureless ruined dribble. π
Of course, I spoiled this one for you in the beginning, but it&
#039;s not so black and white. I knew I was going to try to let him cum, and I decided that he deserve a full-(ish) orgasm π€ But it&
#039;s just too tempting not to mess with him at least a little bit. So by the end of it, I&
#039;ve decided that one finer fiddling is good enough for my slut. I mean, if he couldn&
#039;t cum with one finger, then I would assume it&
#039;s not ripe yet π So I better check you know. Last time, he couldn&
#039;t cum with the prostate massager, so clearly, he didn&
#039;t need to. π€ I bet his mind had to be racing like crazy, because often when I do something silly like one finger "handjob" it&
#039;s a good indication that I might pull even that one finger away when he&
#039;s ready to shoot his load.
But that wasn&
#039;t the case this time. Even though I just finished him with one finger, I really did finish him. I could almost feel the orgasmic spasms with him. Finally, after such a long time, he got to cum. Rope after rope of that pent-up frustration. Those are exactly the moments I live for. Yes, I love teasing him and denying him, I love making him my obedient little pet. But when I feel he&
#039;s ready, I can feel his soul melting into my hands when I finally grant him the long-awaited orgasm. Well, maybe it&
#039;s not a soul, but at that moment I doubt he can tell the difference π