there is this strapping young lad I had met a month ago that was interested in serving as a personal slave. he seemed too young and his smile too big for me to be completely confident of his desire to serve. we spoke at length and his past experiences far exceeded those of most his age which showed a willingness and passion to experiment and have varied experiences as a bottom. I decided to give him a try. I had him run some errands for me that saved me both time and money, with an additional last minute pick up before he arrived. as I was getting a facial earlier in the day, I contemplated what I was going to do with this chap and had a stroke of brilliance, I would give him a pair of saran wrap panties.
when he got here I ordered him to take off his bag, shoes, and to pour me a glass of the juice I had him pick up for me. easy task, right? he was so nervous about being in my presence that he failed. he opened the orange-pineapple juice without shaking it first. I instructed for him to pour it back, and shake it before doing so. the fool tried to pour into the narrow mouth of the container directly. I sighed and held out a funnel in my hand. he put the bottle under the funnel (still in my hand) and tried to pour from there. I had to tell him to take the funnel from my hand, put it in the container and then pour it back in. I couldn't help but shake my head openly at his failure to do such a simple task. wouldn't you know it, when he picked up the glass to put it in my expectant hand, he spilled it on the floor and counter. I had him strip prior and to watch him clean up his mess in the nude was amusing. cleaning his mess made his dick start to drip so I directed him to catch it and eat it, and so he did.
after I had moved to sit, I had him lay on the floor at my feet and take off my heels, one at a time and massage my tender soles. all the meanwhile I am smoking a clove that is squeezed into a stone cigarette holder. its heavily scent fills the air as I alternately spit and ash on his cock. it grew hard as my saliva covered it. when I finished my smoke I placed one foot on his chest and the other on his throat, while I played with his small nipples, my nails digging into his gentle flesh as I skillfully moved them about with purposed pinches, inducing pain. I told him to stroke his cock and make sure that my spit and the ash coated his him. I continued to spit on him as I increased the amount of pain I delivered to his nipples.
smiling sweetly, I said: "you know, you aren't allowed to cum yet, you may only cum when I tell you to, but I want you to keep stroking until you are close, then I want you to stop. then start again and then stop. I want you to keep doing this until you feel as though you are about to explode. when you feel like that, let me know."
his body quaked and moaned loudly. I slapped him, "you are too loud!", then twisted his nipples sharply and released, immediately slapping both hard. when he got to the point of explosion, he paused. I told him to keep going and stop again when it moved past this feeling to the point where it started to hurt. while working to this goal, I would direct him to stop and start again at my leisure, his legs convulsing and the muscles in his body twitching. when his need to cum started to hurt, I told him to stand and pulled out the saran wrap I had him retrieve earlier.
I instructed him to hold his dick to his stomach and to rotate as I made a make-shift saran wrap diaper on him. after he laid down again, I ran my nails over the saran wrap and taunted him with humiliating jest, telling him to somehow, through the plastic, make himself cum, still at my discretion. I had him repeatedly start and stop what looked like him scratching or furiously palming his shaft. he started shaking again so I taunted his need to orgasm, and gave the following instructions: "you may cum as I instruct, but only as I count to ten, if you do not cum at 10, you will be slapped hard in the balls, and not allowed to cum at all, summarily dismissed." he seemed dismayed as this prospect but gave a "yes Domina" to my command. I didn't feel he understood so asked forcefully: "do you understand?", with a more confident "Yes Domina!".
as he furiously rubbed his clit I could see the anxiety and tension build in his body. he whimpered as I counted down. at 9, I pulled the saran wrap tight to his hips and on 10 his orgasm exploded and he was nearly unresponsive after a few moments of convulsing on the floor. I instructed him lie there for a bit and then after he had recovered himself and was calm, I instructed him to leave on the saran wrap, put on his clothes and dismissed him; but only after pointing out the fact that others on the train home may smell his cum drying under the plastic and the crinkle noise that would surely be heard with his every movement.
building an orgasm with the constant potential of it being ruined or never achieved is a very lovely thing to do.
Eloquent retelling.
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