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Things took a very interesting turn last night in my continued teasing and denial at Mistress Trecia’s hand.

The assignment went like this:  I was to put mousetraps (the lovely glitter-encrusted ones from the goody bag) on my nipples and mix a handful of Devil’s Spit (Icy Hot and lotion).  Then I was to stroke for 9 minutes, insert the Aneros,  then continue stroking for another 15 minutes.

First off, I’m in such a horny state that 24 minutes of stroking without cuming is extremely difficult just by itself.  The other elements (especially the Aneros) meant I had a really tough night ahead.

Although it wasn’t specified, I was listening to Mistress’s audio files while I stroked, something that always gets me hot even without touching.  The first 9 minutes was agony.  First, the Devil’s Spit just lit my cock on fire even in the weak concentration I was told to use.  While the pain slut in me responds to that, it also makes for a tough time when stroking for long periods of time.  The mousetraps also added something interesting.  The stood straight out from my nipples, so each stroke caused them to bob a little bit giving me a little goose with each stroke which just intensified the situation.

There was one close call where I had to clamp down HARD to stop a cum, but I survived the first 9 minutes.  Then, the real fun began.

I popped in the Aneros and started stroking again, keeping an eye on the clock trying to pace myself.  The pain/heat from the Devil’s Spit started to fade, which took away my one solid crutch to help stave off orgasm.  No fewer than five times, I had to struggle as I teetered on the edge so  close to going over and forcing myself to keep it inside.  As the final seconds ticked away during minute 15, I started to shake from the frustration and fatigue of keeping the release at bay.

After laying on the floor for a few minutes to compose myself, I cleaned up and finished the very last step of my assignment - I strapped my leather cuffs to my wrists and crawled into bed, aching but pleased that I passed the challenge and fell almost immediately into a deep sleep.

Today, Mistress took things up to yet another level.  I am now forbidden from touching myself.  Each touch I confess to will bring me 3 strokes from Mistress’s paddle or cane during my "real space" visit.  This is going to be tough - I earned my first penalty just a few minutes after the new rule was put into place.  My cock is always semi-hard at this point and I’m constantly horny as hell, so my hand just tends to drift to my cock when I’m relaxing. 

I’m pleased that I got a minor reprieve from Mistress.  Later in the day, she said that I could stroke but only while actively working on projects for her.  I am not to just surf the web and stroke or do any other sort of self-play without her express permission.

Every day after my devotion, I start to think, "Yeah, this one wasn’t so bad.  I can manage at this level and hold my own."  The very next day almost always means Mistress escalates the assignments to a new level, forcing me to reach deeper inside myself to meet the challenge and honor her wishes.  Not being able to plan or become practiced at any one thing is as much of a mindfuck as anything else. 

I am but a puppet and Mistress is expertly pulling on my strings, taking me to places I didn’t know existed.  Not a day goes by that I don’t dread the assignment, but get overwhelmingly excited by the possibilities.