Ready, set…. jack off

You start to work your hand slowly up the shaft of your cock, as commanded. Your hands, taking notice of  how stiff that man meat is getting ,begin to stroke purposefully. I instruct you to lightly caress your balls. The pleasure, that this stroking  gives you, is heightened with my fixed gaze on you. I can see in your facial expression , just how much you love it. Now, it’s my turn, to use my own brand of cock control on you! Grabbing that stiffened rod, I jerk it quickly, with a vise grip that makes your cock tingle. You might just erupt like a volcano, but not yet, I won’t let you. Slowing down, to feel every bulging vein in your cock, I catch the look of longing in your eyes. That feeling only comes from long term orgasm denial, not  being able to release your cock milk whenever you please.

Going over the edge

I will allow you to use your hand again, but my explicit instructions are to be followed. No rapid jerking is permitted. You must keep hand movements steady,even when I look deeply into your eyes. My presence is obviously a turn-on, as you automatically increase speed. Commanded to slow down, you let a whimper escape from your lips. Your weakness amuses me. Slapping your hand out of the way, I start to jack that cock ferociously. Up and down my hand sweeps, grazing that mushroom head just right. You can’t help but twist your face and buck your hips, considering the impending euphoria that awaits.  Ah… my little chronic stroker, your body betrays you. As you balls pulsate and push for the last time, I know you are about to shoot a hot load. I hear you cry out, “Mistress, I’m about to c….’  Clamping my hand down on your cock head and releasing my grip on the shaft, I feel you cum just ooze out.  Oh, did I just ruin that orgasm? The look on your face is one of extreme frustration…..I LOVE that!!!