At this rate he's going to cum without me even touching his cock, and
that is simply not acceptable. I remove my crotch from his hungry mouth,
and get off the bed.
Time for a little pain, I think.
First though I play around with the feather duster, tickling his sides
and ever so briefly teasing his cock. But I soon tire of the light
stuff, and get stuck in with the crop. It's been a while since I've had a
crack at the whip etc, and I feel exhilarated
with each stroke. It's also been a bit of a stressful week, and it
feels good to realise the tension with some constructive, consensual
and controlled violence.
I'm only giving Thomas medium hard strokes and he's clearly still
enjoying himself, as the never ending erection is still standing proud. I
know he can take a lot more, and want to make the erection wilt a
little before I start in with the sex toys. Otherwise
he most likely will blow his load as soon as I hit his prostate. And
that simply won't do either, as I have designs for his person.
I increase the severity of my strokes. But he's still clearly enjoying
himself. So I really go for it and let rip, with nearly double the
force. And after a five or so strokes of that, he thankfully breaks.
"Mercy...mercy..." he pleads, rolling half over to try and escape the blows.
I stand motionless for a while, just watching him. He's had way too much
stimulation, so now it's high time for a little sensory deprivation.
And slowly but surely the erection begins to subside.
"Finally!" I think, relieved.
I walk over to him and give him another quick peck on the forehead.
"Good boy. It pleases me how you take my crop. A very good effort.
So now time for your reward.."
He vaguely nods, far gone in subspace. I again grab the amyl bottle and
hold it under his nose, but for a lot longer this time. He gladly
inhales the nasty smelling tonic.
"There there, that's better. Poor thing, you poor poor thing.." I coo,
as I again tenderly stroke his chest. Then when I feel he's had his fill
of amyl (and then some!) I put the bottle back on the table.
"Now we're nearly ready for your treat."
"Aye, peachy!"
"But first a few preliminaries...".
I pick up the latex eye & mouth covers. I kiss him deeply on the
mouth, before placing the latex cover over his still gaping mouth and
pressing the popper studs tightly together. Then I do a silly grinning
wave goodbye and kiss the small holes in the latex
hood above his eyes, before firmly pressing the metal studs on
the latex strip securely into place.
His breath rate increases with long conscious inhalations, as his only
source of air is the two small holes at the base of the nose cavity. It
really is a beautifully made & useful piece of kit. The latex eye
& mouth strips barely allow any air to get through,
if any.
"Now slave, just one more thing. And then the real fun begins...".
tbc...
