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"Be right back," she'd said. That was almost an hour ago.

With each "break" she was spending more an more time away from me,

leaving me to dwell on my predicament; to wait and wonder if the next time

would be the one.

The first half hour had been the hardest. I mean, I knew she wasn't

just going to tie me down to the bed and then 'Bam!' bring me off on the

first go. Or the second. Or the third. No matter what she said or how much

she'd hinted, I knew it was just an act to keep me horny. I knew I was in

for the long haul.

"The Long Haul" was currently clocking in at seven hours. Seven hours

of being blindfolded and tied spread-eagled to her bed. With each passing

hour, however, my confidence grew greater and greater.

This time, I assured myself, this time would be the one.

I could hear her clattering away in her study at the computer. She was

scanning the newsgroups, chatting with friends; doubtless bragging to some

about her hapless slave in the next room.

The typing stopped and I braced myself. This was it.

This had to be it. She had to be getting bored of the game and would

finish it, if only to move on to some new game. At the least it was

getting on in the day and she'd want to go to bed sometime.

I gasped out loud as I heard her enter the room. In my mind's eye I saw

her: beautiful and radiating power as she sashayed across the room in her

jeans and a "T". I could also hear the rattle of ice in the bucket, but

that didn't concern me. It was a prop, a gimmick to keep me from

distinguishing this time from all the others. This time she wouldn't need

the ice.

"What do you think?" she asked with mock curiosity. "You think this

will be the one?"

"As you wish, Mistress," I replied.

"But, you want it to be this time. You'd like it to be, wouldn't you?"

she countered, sitting on the edge of the bed beside my hip.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered honestly, "I want so badly to cum this

time."

 

 

 

"We'll see," she said, taking my cock into her smooth, cool hand.

 

It was cool because of the ice she'd fished out of the freezer, but it

was soon warmed by a few quick strokes across the shaft of my penis. I

groaned in pleasure and appreciation.

 

"You like?"

I moaned ecstatically.

"A little harder?" she tightened her grip and picked up her pace. Every

 

time she came to the head of my cock, she'd give it a little extra

squeeze, causing all sorts of incoherent sounds to come from my mouth.

I had entered this room, a lifetime ago, a man. I had entered as a man

who thought himself a little superior to others of his sex because unlike

them - I thought - my life had not been centered around the organ tucked

away in my BVD's. Now, after seven hours of continuous teasing and

manipulation, all I was, was the organ. Every thought was about it. Every

beat of my heart was to feed it blood. Every other part of me, my hands

and feet, were forgotten, useless, lost to me; because, even during the

breaks, as she left me alone for longer and longer stretches, all I could

think of was my cock, the orgasm that would eventually come and fulfill my

destiny - for what other destiny had a cock but to cum? And no at long

last my destiny was at hand.

She reached over with her other hand and began stroking and fondling my

balls. She knew the exact amount of pressure required to cross the line

from what was pleasure for me into what was pain; and she kept my

testicles compressed at the exact threshold between. I whimpered like a

starving dog.

"Be good, now," she said. "Tell me when."

By now she knew all the signs herself of course, but I was still

obligated to keep track of the building warmth deep inside my belly; the

ticklish jolts of electric surges that ran up an down my spine as my body

moved inexorably towards climax.

One such cascade of nervous impulses was too much for me and I arched

my back, straining against the ropes that held me down.

She said my name in a threatening tone. "Don't even think about not

telling me."

This was it! This had to be it! Oh, God, the joyous rush that swept

through me!

"Now!" I cried. "Please Mistress! I'm ready..."

"No!" she said, pulling her hand away from the screaming flesh of my

cock and leaping off the bed with lightning speed.

 

I had a split second to cry out in outrage, to twist and tear at my

bonds in fury; then every fiber of my being had to be focused on shutting

down the climax that threatened to erupt even without Mistress' ardent

ministrations. Every muscle tensed. My blunt fingernails were nevertheless

driven deep into the palms of my hands for the umpteenth time that night

as my fists balled up and became hard as granite. My teeth ached from the

pressure put upon them as I clenched my jaws unbearably tight. The only

sound I made was an agonized hissing through my teeth.

It was not that I was afraid of what she would do to me if I failed. It

was lust that drove me, pure and simple. For how much more intense, how

much more earth shattering, would that final climax be, when it was

proceeded by my Mistress' command to cum? To know that then - and only

then - would it please her to have me cum? My whole existence had now

become centered around hearing her say that one little word. I began to

weep softly.

She waited until the worst of it was over, when even the touch of ice

would bring me over, then she moved in slowly.

"Guess this wasn't the one," she said, her voice dripping with

insincere sympathy. The ice burned against the searing flesh of my pick. I

howled in misery and frustration. My world collapsed in on itself, until

it drooped flaccidly like a deflated balloon.

Next time, a feeble voice called out inside my head, next time will be

the one. With agonizing slowness, my psyche began to back away from the

edge of despair. Yes, she had to be tired by now, next time had to be the

one.

"Oh, Damn!" she called out in alarm. "Letterman's on!"

She planted a quick kiss on my trembling lips. In my mind's eye I could

see her grinning, flushed and triumphant yet again.

"Be right back," she said.

  

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