I arrive at Mistress' studio.
She greets me, and takes my spring jacket.
Under it, I am wearing a lycra sports shirt.
Mistress steps up to me, placing her hand on my ass, squeezing lightly.
"What are you wearing under your jeans?" she asks.
"Black pantyhose, as you instructed", I answer.
"How do they feel?"
"sexy. slinky. very sensual"
Mistress places a blindfold over me. She rubs her hands across my chest, stroking the material.
"How you abstained from orgasm?", she asks.
"Yes", I whisper. "Good", another voice says from behind me.
"Yes, I have an assistant today", adds Mistress.
"Assistant, please remove his pants".
Hands reach around my waste, and begin to undo my buckle. I can feel the press of her bosom against my back, and feel her breath on my neck. I take a breath.
My buckle and fly lose, and my pants are staying up, they are caught on the bulge... The assistant slides them lose, making sure to stroke my bulge.
She pushes me forward so I'l step out of my pants. The assistant begins to rub my chest and tummy, tickling ribs, as she stands behind me.
"Very nice hose", Mistress says... "but no access".
She returns a moment later, having fetched a scissor, and pulling the material around my balls out a bit, snips some off. She lets go, and I can feel the 1 inch hole. Mistress pulls my cock and balls through this hole, and I stand at complete attention.
"Good" she says. "Put out your hand", she commands, and she hands me a tensor bandage. "Can you put this on blindfolded?" she challenges.
I do. I wrap it around my shaft, and around my balls, and finish at my shaft. The head of my penis sticks out. "What do you think V?" Mistress asks. "I like this", the assistant says, touching a finger to my very over-sensitive head.
Grabbing my shaft, Mistress guides me across the room to her massage table, and she tells me to lie down on my back. She takes my arms, and pulling them above my head, a quick wrap of duct tape secures them to the headboard.
The Assistant is putting cuffs on my ankles, and then is securing my legs.
The two ladies then begin a very slow sensual massage, using their hands to rub the silky material against my skin, and mixing in some finger nails.
An occasional hand goes up my shirt; sometimes a cold one that tickles my ribs. Fingers ruffle through my hair. The inside of thighs get teased, always suggesting that they will climb to my shaft, but never seeming to make it past the outside of my prostrate.
Mistress reminds me to breath, setting a pace for breathing with long massage strokes. They ask me questions about our previous time together. About things that I've written about. I can tell they have read every story in my blog... this is exciting for me.
Mistress reminds me: "I own this cock. It's mine. If it ejaculates or gives you an orgasm, it's because I want it to. If it is doesn't, it because I didn't want it to. It's not yours. You aren't to control it."
As she said this, I felt some attention from the Assistant on the tip of "the" cock. After a week of build up, the attention was overwhelming, and I began to breath hard. Had I even been there more than 10 minutes?
Mistress calmed me. She reminded me that I could not control it. I was now allowed to control it. She told me that her assistant needed more practice, and I was to relax and enjoy. She stroked the rest of my body. Mistress asked/suggested to me things that her assistant might have time to do to me later on. "You haven't had a shower yet. My assistant has been a very dirty girl. I could use someone to wash her", Mistress suggested.
"The" cock exploded. I was completely in the NOW. I watched my body react.
Mistress unwrapped "the" cock, and squeezed every drop out. The assistant didn't stop stroking. The tension in my body began to mount again, and it began to overtake the inner calm... the continuing attention was painful. It was pleasureable. It was exquisite torture.
Mistress helped me to breath again, and as soon as the calm returned my body was overwhelmed with another orgasm.
After a few minutes, Mistress removed the tape from my arms, and told me to turn over. "We aren't done yet.", she added. "My assistant learned to find your prostate last time. Now, we are going to empty it"...
