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Yesterday was a roller coaster for me in my service to Mistress Trecia.

First, she sent a birthday present to me at the hotel where I am staying for my business conference.  The gift was a silver pendant (the Chinese symbol for "slave") on a thin leather cord and completely blew me away.  Mistress said that I was to look at this like a discrete collar I could wear in public but that would still mark me as hers.  I was touched and excited by the gesture and immediately donned my marking.

A little while later, Mistress finally gave me the assignment for which I had to collect the hair clips and 9-volt battery.  Before starting my nightly devotion, I was to place two of the clips on my nipples.  Then, as I stroked my cock, I was to shock myself on the shaft at least 15 times for no less than 5 seconds each and three of the shocks had to happen when I was on the edge.  (Mistress upgraded the torture shortly thereafter and gave me the additional condition that 10 of the 15 shocks had to be done to my "honeyspot" the super-sensitive area just underneath the cock head.

I’d felt the sting of the 9-volt before, but never to such a degree, so I was extremely apprehensive about my session.  At least things started well - pain slut that I am, my cock got rock hard as soon as the clamps bit down into my nipples.  (I finally accept that I’m just wired to be a masochist.)  And then, the stroking began.

As my cock became more and more wet from the mixture of precum and lube, each shock grew in intensity making 5 seconds seem like an eternity.  The last three shocks were the hardest because I had to wait until I was right at the edge, but the shock would pull me back from the edge meaning more stroking to get back there for the next shock.

By the time that ordeal was over, I was aching from the torture but also horny as hell.  As I surfed the web, I found myself absentmindedly stroking myself.  What in the hell possessed me to do so is beyond me, except perhaps that part of me is wired to automatically suffer for Mistress without any specific commands.

After I mentioned this to Mistress, she came up with another task for me.  Starting right then at 11:34, I was to stroke to the edge at the same time every other hour until 5:34 a.m.  This meant setting the alarm, getting up from a dead sleep, kneeling to complete my edge play devotion, then starting all over again.

By 5:45 a.m., my cock was raw, the world seemed fuzzy due to my screwed up sleep cycle, and I was even more horny then when I started the exercise.  To make matters worse, I remembered that I have 10 days left before I can be granted some release.  Aches on top of aches to top of aches, all to honor my devotion to Mistress and her wicked assignments.

When I first discussed tease and denial with Mistress Trecia, I honestly thought it was no big deal.  I mean, with my wife and I on the outs and me completely repressing my sexuality, not having sex or jerking off for days or weeks at a time was practically my day-to-day existence.  I had no idea that it would be this difficult or that the ache from lack of release would just make my libido increase even more.  (I’m assuming this is because I’m wired to get off on pain, but there might be more to it that I haven’t discovered yet.)

As I’ve mentioned before, Mistress is constantly surprising me with her assignments and at how subtly she’s managed to completely take over all aspects of my sexuality and push my limit well beyond what I thought I was capable.  I can’t wait to see (and feel) where our relationship goes over time.