sub-burbs

Late last night I was IMing with Mistress Trecia working on some of the many projects she has tasked me with when she suddenly says that she wanted me to drop everything I was doing and call her.

I phone up Mistress and we share some small talk, then she tells me to get on cam.  I hurriedly set up my "shrine" (throwing down my kneeling mat and plugging in my web cam) and then quickly strip.  (During my previous cam session, Mistress Trecia said I should be naked whenever I am on cam with her.)  Kneeling naked in front of the cam, we then continue our small talk for a few minutes, when Mistress mentions that she read my post about how much I’ve been aching lately and lamenting about how long its been since I was last allowed release.

She then demanded that I start stroking her cock.

In just a few minutes time, I was right at the edge, moaning and trying to talk to Mistress through my panting.  Mistress just laughed, saying "look at you!" as I struggled at the egde, completely unsure if this was a tease or if she would grant me some sort of release.

The torture contined as we discussed my upcoming trip and she again described the scene for me, kneeling naked at her feet, her making me rub against her feet and legs, towering over me and taunting me as a hung on the edge.  This, of course, made my current effort to not cum all the more difficult, my cock dripping pre-cum like a faucet.

At that point, the pressure was too much and I started to beg and plead for release.  "Please, Mistress.  Please.  Please let me cum.  Please…  "

Suddenly, Mistress’s light, taunting tone turned extremely stern and she commanded, "Come now!  NOW!  That cum is mine and I want it!"  It wasn’t more than a few strokes later and I was shooting spurt after spurt of sticky cum onto the carpet.    (Note to self:  Invest in a steam cleaner.)

Even before I was done cuming, Mistress said "Keep going - I want it all…" which meant I had to keep stroking my oh-so-sensitive cock, my body almost convulsing from the mix of exstacy and pain that can only come at that special moment.  It was my turn to beg again, asking Mistress for mercy and permission to stop.

When she finally gave the command, I stopped and fell forward to brace myself on the floor, my body shaking, sweat pouring from my brow, and the intoxicating after glow already coursing through my veins.  From some other planet, I heard Mistress’s voice say "good boy" and then sign off our call. 

After a few minutes, I was able to regain my composure and started the clean up, mopping my cum out of the carpet and getting redressed. 

That night, I slept a fit, dreamless sleep, oblivious to the world, just basking in the subspace buzz and the knowledge that I had pleased Mistress.