Yes, I've been busy. I have at least four excellent reports that I need to edit and queue up for your enjoyment. After some consideration, I decided to start with the one that touches me the most: a much-belated release report from my darling, yummy, Twitter-boy, @mykinkyother.
Private time is always difficult to find with mKo, so I took full advantage of the rare opportunity afforded by his recent business trip: To tease and torment him in new places. To enjoy his serving and pleasuring me as I desired. And... finally... to reward him with a very unusual and intense release. ;-)
Mmmm... editing this is making me warm in all the right places - all over again!
Enjoy!
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Mistress,
My last release for you was amongst the most humiliating, embarrassing and intense ever. Thank you so much!
I was away on business. I had let you know some time ago that I would be free overnight and it would be my pleasure to serve you via IM that night. The moment had been building for a long time, and I was terribly excited to be able to converse freely with you.
I was in the security queue for the plane, merrily tweeting to you when you posed the idea of getting me hard just as I was frisked. My face burned at the idea, and you certainly leaned on the moment, making Your cock throb and swell as I stood there. As I surrendered my bags and went through the scanners, I had forgotten all about my iPhone, right there in my top pocket from where we’d been chatting. I was hard, in public, trying desperately to conceal my embarrassment and the scanner went off!
I was patted down by the campest male attendant in the world, who delighted in rubbing his hand over my swollen briefs at least twice! I’ve never felt emotions like it, Mistress!
It was #ChastityStatus Day 7 [the last time he came was Day 0], which, by my standards, still feels like an age, and the knowledge of our impending time together was magnifying my frustration. Would I be allowed to cum? Would you tease me? Would you make me serve you over and over and ignore me? All these things rolled through my mind over and over and over. I was in Frustration Room 101!
I was based on Twitter most of the evening and managed to catch you briefly before I went to my dinner with colleagues. You delighted at the chance to wind me up some more and even gave me orders to edge during the dinner.
It was a formal sit down dinner, and I spent most of the starter with a napkin on my lap. There was a number of us, two of which were women. This was virtually the first time I’d been exposed to a woman in close proximity when being made to edge, and it seemed to enhance matters.
Between courses I slipped off to the restroom. I was raging hard by the time I got there. Thankfully, I was alone in there, and I reached the edge very quickly. Again, I dutifully licked away the pre-cum and waited patiently for my excitement to “dissipate”.
It took a long time and my absence was noted playfully by one of my female colleagues. They must have noted how flushed I was when I returned. A simple glance at my trousers would have seen an obvious swelling. I could taste and smell my own pre-cum; could the others? All this in mind the whole time only further enhanced my excitement and distraction. The closeness of my female colleagues and the idea that maybe they knew was driving me mad!
I eventually managed to retire to my room, having done the business I was there for, and stripped naked to wait for you.
We had an amazing time online. I served you as best I could. and it was a delight to hold you at the end in tender closeness, feeling the glow of your satisfaction and the throbbing hardness of my cock, bereft of all but the slightest of attention. As I twitched hard all the way through out time together, I refrained from touching myself at all. I’d never been so hard for so long, particularly whilst pleasuring someone else. It was a wonderful feeling. I was desperate to cum, but I was satiated by the knowledge I had pleased you. And my throbbing was testament to the fact I would love to keep on making you cum and serving you in any way you wished for as long as I was denied.
This was a new feeling for me, and I felt my subservience move on a new level this evening. A paradigm shift if you will. I hated being denied and not being allowed to cum, but all the other emotions and feelings totally overwhelmed those feelings.
[ It brought me a lot closer to you too, and I'm so glad that I was able to arrange things to spend the night with you. ~ M ]
However, I was eventually gifted a reward! If I was able to edge in the restroom at the airport then I was allowed a release. On the plane home! YIKES! It was a small short haul plane, cramped and close quarters. This frightened me massively but also turned me on more than I was willing to admit. The humiliation and embarrassment potential were massive.
I slept naked for you when we eventually signed off. My sleep was punctuated by my throbbing cock and dreams of You, Mistress.
My plans for the airport edge were formulated as I awoke. I booked in to the lounge area to ensure it was
quiet and there was no chance of my being heard or discovered. I outsmarted myself in the end.
As I went to the restroom I was in awe of its plush nature. It had four or five people in there, and it was VERY quiet! Disaster!
I took myself to a stall and unzipped Your hard, denied, throbbing cock, Mistress. As I jerked myself softly and quietly, I felt my edge build very quickly. I let go as I hit the point of no return, and I twitched desperately for the final contact required to go one stage further, the contact that had been taken away by You, Mistress.
I felt a surge, and I groped quickly to catch the huge amount of pre-cum that burst from me. It shocked and surprised me as I’d only been that excited once before. My surprise burst from my mouth as a muffled gasp. I instantly became aware it was a quiet room, and I’d lost control! I started licking the pre-cum from hand as someone, a concerned passenger no doubt, knocked on the door of the stall to ask if I was ok!!!
I could have died right there Mistress! I stammered an explanation about reading jokes and phone, and waited for him to depart! Oh the shame! The remainder of my tenure in the lounge was filled with the echoing sound of my gasp and thoughts of what was to come on board the plane.
I boarded late. Another mistake. I was left with a seat to the rear of the plane. On one side of me, a travelling female student in her early 20’s. The other, a 30-something business woman in a short-skirted business suit. The row in front and to our right was a Hen party! Oh. My. God.
How could I do this surrounded by women? The enormity weighed heavily on me during takeoff, and Your cock struggled to stay contained the entire time Mistress. It took some time of studying the in-flight magazine to calm down enough to even leave my chair! But I’m certain the suited lady clocked my arousal at least once. *still blushing*
I made my way to the toilet. It was small, cramped and there were bound to be people waiting whilst I was in there. This was all making me hornier and hornier.
I came in no time at all. I uttered the words that were right “Thank You, Mistress Magick” out loud without fear (I was too horny to care!) as wave after wave of cum pulsed from Your cock into my waiting hand.
There was a lot and some spilled into the hand basin. After I’d finished gingerly licking my hand and fingers clean, I wiped it all clear and left the restroom.
The suit was waiting right outside!!! I blushed to the roots of my hair, smiled, bowed my head and walked away trying desperately to avoid eye contact.
As I sat back in my seat the student also looked up and smiled! I was in purgatory! Humiliation Station Number 1!
I sat down, trying to ignore the smell of cum that was in my nostrils, and she looked over at me again.
The suit soon returned, smiled at me again and sat down. I was throbbing and rising in my trousers again just seconds after my release. Had either of them noticed the smell? Could they see the tell-tale glazing in my eyes? Had I even managed to clean the basin enough before the suit went in after me?
Thankfully neither of them really wanted to chat, and eventually we landed. I left the plane as horny and frustrated as I had gotten on to it! It was an amazingly humiliating experience, one that was right up there with the restaurant restroom that time.
I hate to admit that the embarrassment and humiliation factors turn me on Mistress for fear of what they may mean for future releases! But I cannot and should not lie to you. Equally, I’m sure I’m not telling you something you don’t already know!
Thank you once again for the entire sequence of events, Mistress. I am growing more and more fond of being owned by You.
[ Good! Because I am growing more and more warm... in my heart *and* further down... as I continue to enjoy you. :-) *deep kisses* ~ Your Mistress ]
Submissively Yours,
mKo
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Thursday, July 21, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
"Hard Core" Mirror Trick Edging & Release Report
by mKo
jezi and mKo are doing two different types of edging and release assignments involving mirrors so don't let all the mirrors confuse you. mKo provided the inspiration for me to order jezi and others to edge and release while watching themselves in a mirror, but what mKo is doing is far more intense, inspired by his interest in The Mirror Trick and I haven't tried it with anyone else... yet!
In his previous Mirror Trick reports, Yummy Mirror Trick & Release Report and The Next Mirror Session... , mKo was ordered to try to achieve a certain number of successful drops (a drop (or more) of pre-cum on the mirror within a 5-minute segmet of edging). However, I realized that in the original story (fantasy?), the sub achieved a drop each and every time. As mKo had been chaste longer and longer, I knew that the pre-cum would come (NPI) easier and easier, so I decided to test whether he could produce a drop in every 5-minute segment.
Under my new rules, if he did not achieve a drop during a 5-minute edging segment *or* if he had to stop due to getting too close to the edge, he would have to stop the entire attempt and try again another day. And, of course, the time he had to wait, his frustration growing, between attempts was further extended by the need for extended privacy in a place where he could set up, nude, with the mirror.
After he didn't make it to 5 drops, I must admit that I was worried that this was going to push him too far, but with a bit of time off, more patience... and more built up pre-cum!... he was able to make my requirement during his next attempt. I reduced it to four because I wanted the target to be attainable, but I also asked him to push himself to see if he could get to at least 6 drops, which was my original target number. I also really wanted him to cum... hard and intense... for Me, knowing that all My teasing and denial... all his frustration and chastity...had not only brought Me tremendous pleasure, but had also created the amazing intensity of his own finally-allowed release. ;-)
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Mistress,
I had gone 22 days without a permitted release for you. This was a period of time that included two full mirror sessions for you without any release at all. I had never gone that long nor endured that kind of teasing before. I was in a new realm of frustration and denial. A large part of me was loving you for putting me through me this; another part of me was desperate for a release, the chance to gasp your name as I came hard.
My challenge was simple. Kneel naked over a mirror and achieve 4 drops of pre-cum onto said mirror - one each in 4 consecutive, 5 minute sessions - to earn my release (with the mandatory 1 minute pause in between of course!). I also had to lick that pre-cum off of the mirror, every time. If I didn't achieve 4 droplets without having to stop (due to being too excited), or I couldn't produce a droplet of pre-cum onto the mirror during a 5-minute session, I'd fail and have to stop trying.
The real trial was that I was under orders to keep going as far as possible even after I reached my required four drops: to push onward, to see how many five minutes sessions I could endure, how much pre-cum I could make for You. In my mind, I wondered if this was a "bench marking" type session. To set the bar of days in denial and the number of times I would have to lick my pre-cum from the mirror.
[Oh, you can be sure that I'm taking notes. ;-) ~ M]
During my 22 days denial you had teased me a lot, especially focussing on my dislike of licking up my own cum. It's bad enough to eat out of my hand - I find being naked, exposed and vulnerable whilst kneeling on the floor and licking a mirror clean such a deliciously uncomfortable experience!
No coincidence then that you spent a little part of each time we talked reminding me of what I had do for you and how much you would enjoy it. The predicament was a real "Sophie's Choice" type thing. If I came, there would be a lot of it, and I'd have to lick it all off of the mirror. If I didn't then I wouldn't be pleasing you. And I knew that I wanted to please you; wanted it badly enough to be hungrily licking my cum off that mirror 5 times a day if required!
I had tried the previous week with a release target of 5 droplets. I'd failed due to over excitement. I still had my doubts if I could achieve this task and earn the right to cum for you. I did however have a strategy. Light and slow touches and lots and lots of lotion! Hopefully this would be enough to see me through.
So there I was. Naked, kneeling in the middle of a large room over a mirror for Your pleasure, Mistress. I was shivering slightly as I knelt there. So open, so vulnerable.
I can say without doubt that the first 5 minutes were torture and the amount of pre-cum I produced was incredible. More than anything I'd seen before. I whimpered as I licked it from the mirror. There was so much of it that it took almost the full minute respite to clean the mirror! Boy was I squirming!
I completed droplets 2 and 3 with the long, soft strokes you'd suggested Mistress. Your cock was throbbing, so hard, yearning to go that one little stroke further, to push that little bit more. Pre-cum oozing from me like water. Each time I looked at the mirror at the end of my 5 minutes I whimpered a little.
The minute gaps in between the 5 minute sessions never, ever feel long enough Mistress. Barely enough time to settle my pulse, control my breathing and reset the excitement levels. Believe me, if anyone else does this for you they'll know how demanding this is!
Panting, moaning...you just cannot help it. Especially not when I have image of you being there with me, watching me, touching yourself and enjoying my suffering for Your pleasure, Mistress.
At the end of the 20-minute mark, as I was gingerly licking my pre-cum from the mirror for the 4th time, I silently knew I had earned my release. But I also knew I had to continue, to go on. Lesser mortals may have given up at this stage and taken their release. But I pressed on, continued to push and tease myself to the point of almost howling in frustration so keen was I to impress you!
After 25 minutes I was genuinely unable to focus on anything. Your cock was on fire Mistress, every sense and nerve in my body tingling with being so close to orgasm for so long a period of time. I knew that 30 minutes would likely be my last session. The passion, the frustration, the denial was all too much for me.
As I neared the end of the 6th session, I pushed too hard. I felt that familiar shudder as I passed over the top of my edge and into the free fall of delicious orgasm. I knew I was allowed to cum know so stroked Your cock harder, longer faster, gasping out the mantra that now seems so right, so natural. I thanked you for allowing my release.
I came so hard. There was so much cum. I had never seen that much before! I swear that I nearly passed out it was that intense a release Mistress.
My moans and groans echoed long and loud as I knelt afterward lapping at the mirror. Feelings of shame and embarrassment rushing through me. Yet, I was thankful for you compelling me to do this for You, Mistress.
Your cock, Mistress. Your boy, Mistress. Your pleasure, Mistress.
mKo
In his previous Mirror Trick reports, Yummy Mirror Trick & Release Report and The Next Mirror Session... , mKo was ordered to try to achieve a certain number of successful drops (a drop (or more) of pre-cum on the mirror within a 5-minute segmet of edging). However, I realized that in the original story (fantasy?), the sub achieved a drop each and every time. As mKo had been chaste longer and longer, I knew that the pre-cum would come (NPI) easier and easier, so I decided to test whether he could produce a drop in every 5-minute segment.
Under my new rules, if he did not achieve a drop during a 5-minute edging segment *or* if he had to stop due to getting too close to the edge, he would have to stop the entire attempt and try again another day. And, of course, the time he had to wait, his frustration growing, between attempts was further extended by the need for extended privacy in a place where he could set up, nude, with the mirror.
After he didn't make it to 5 drops, I must admit that I was worried that this was going to push him too far, but with a bit of time off, more patience... and more built up pre-cum!... he was able to make my requirement during his next attempt. I reduced it to four because I wanted the target to be attainable, but I also asked him to push himself to see if he could get to at least 6 drops, which was my original target number. I also really wanted him to cum... hard and intense... for Me, knowing that all My teasing and denial... all his frustration and chastity...had not only brought Me tremendous pleasure, but had also created the amazing intensity of his own finally-allowed release. ;-)
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Mistress,
I had gone 22 days without a permitted release for you. This was a period of time that included two full mirror sessions for you without any release at all. I had never gone that long nor endured that kind of teasing before. I was in a new realm of frustration and denial. A large part of me was loving you for putting me through me this; another part of me was desperate for a release, the chance to gasp your name as I came hard.
My challenge was simple. Kneel naked over a mirror and achieve 4 drops of pre-cum onto said mirror - one each in 4 consecutive, 5 minute sessions - to earn my release (with the mandatory 1 minute pause in between of course!). I also had to lick that pre-cum off of the mirror, every time. If I didn't achieve 4 droplets without having to stop (due to being too excited), or I couldn't produce a droplet of pre-cum onto the mirror during a 5-minute session, I'd fail and have to stop trying.
The real trial was that I was under orders to keep going as far as possible even after I reached my required four drops: to push onward, to see how many five minutes sessions I could endure, how much pre-cum I could make for You. In my mind, I wondered if this was a "bench marking" type session. To set the bar of days in denial and the number of times I would have to lick my pre-cum from the mirror.
[Oh, you can be sure that I'm taking notes. ;-) ~ M]
During my 22 days denial you had teased me a lot, especially focussing on my dislike of licking up my own cum. It's bad enough to eat out of my hand - I find being naked, exposed and vulnerable whilst kneeling on the floor and licking a mirror clean such a deliciously uncomfortable experience!
No coincidence then that you spent a little part of each time we talked reminding me of what I had do for you and how much you would enjoy it. The predicament was a real "Sophie's Choice" type thing. If I came, there would be a lot of it, and I'd have to lick it all off of the mirror. If I didn't then I wouldn't be pleasing you. And I knew that I wanted to please you; wanted it badly enough to be hungrily licking my cum off that mirror 5 times a day if required!
I had tried the previous week with a release target of 5 droplets. I'd failed due to over excitement. I still had my doubts if I could achieve this task and earn the right to cum for you. I did however have a strategy. Light and slow touches and lots and lots of lotion! Hopefully this would be enough to see me through.
So there I was. Naked, kneeling in the middle of a large room over a mirror for Your pleasure, Mistress. I was shivering slightly as I knelt there. So open, so vulnerable.
I can say without doubt that the first 5 minutes were torture and the amount of pre-cum I produced was incredible. More than anything I'd seen before. I whimpered as I licked it from the mirror. There was so much of it that it took almost the full minute respite to clean the mirror! Boy was I squirming!
I completed droplets 2 and 3 with the long, soft strokes you'd suggested Mistress. Your cock was throbbing, so hard, yearning to go that one little stroke further, to push that little bit more. Pre-cum oozing from me like water. Each time I looked at the mirror at the end of my 5 minutes I whimpered a little.
The minute gaps in between the 5 minute sessions never, ever feel long enough Mistress. Barely enough time to settle my pulse, control my breathing and reset the excitement levels. Believe me, if anyone else does this for you they'll know how demanding this is!
Panting, moaning...you just cannot help it. Especially not when I have image of you being there with me, watching me, touching yourself and enjoying my suffering for Your pleasure, Mistress.
At the end of the 20-minute mark, as I was gingerly licking my pre-cum from the mirror for the 4th time, I silently knew I had earned my release. But I also knew I had to continue, to go on. Lesser mortals may have given up at this stage and taken their release. But I pressed on, continued to push and tease myself to the point of almost howling in frustration so keen was I to impress you!
After 25 minutes I was genuinely unable to focus on anything. Your cock was on fire Mistress, every sense and nerve in my body tingling with being so close to orgasm for so long a period of time. I knew that 30 minutes would likely be my last session. The passion, the frustration, the denial was all too much for me.
As I neared the end of the 6th session, I pushed too hard. I felt that familiar shudder as I passed over the top of my edge and into the free fall of delicious orgasm. I knew I was allowed to cum know so stroked Your cock harder, longer faster, gasping out the mantra that now seems so right, so natural. I thanked you for allowing my release.
I came so hard. There was so much cum. I had never seen that much before! I swear that I nearly passed out it was that intense a release Mistress.
My moans and groans echoed long and loud as I knelt afterward lapping at the mirror. Feelings of shame and embarrassment rushing through me. Yet, I was thankful for you compelling me to do this for You, Mistress.
Your cock, Mistress. Your boy, Mistress. Your pleasure, Mistress.
mKo
Sunday, June 12, 2011
The Next Mirror Session...
by mKo
Since everyone enjoyed mykinkyother's last Mirror Trick Report, I thought I'm go ahead and give you the second installment. It gets me so turned on to have him soooo hard, dripping and frustrated... all for my pleasure. I'm also sure that the longer he goes between releases, the more he will drip! ;-)
~ M
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Good evening Mistress,
Here is the report of my latest mirror session for You. Rather than a time line on this occasion I thought I would spend a little more time on 'how it feels'.
Firstly, I should probably say that I was on #ChastityStatus Day 4 for You. After the previous release I'd had on the Sunday morning I was still incredibly "hot under the collar" so having this challenge on the 4th night was already going to be tough.
I knew that I had to achieve a minimum of 6 drops of pre-cum on the mirror, all to be licked clean of course. I also knew that this would not guarantee me a release. I'd known this all day. It had been very difficult to concentrate on the day job! I was so worked up by the time I got started that the first 5 minute session ended with me licking the mirror clean. My face burning with shame and humiliation. Your cock throbbing in denial.
After 20 minutes and 4 attempts, I had only achieved 2 drops of pre-cum on the mirror.
In my previous report I'd neglected to mention the 1 minute breaks in-between 5 minute edging sessions. Let me say that they are so very, very necessary! In between each session I was able to try and settle my pulse, reset my breathing and try desperately to ignore how hard Your cock was.
Having to lick the mirror clean of my own pre-cum however almost totally denied me this switch off. A real Sophie's Choice moment! If I achieved a drop of a pre-cum I found it almost impossible to switch off; the thought of you with me, watching me, encouraging me, getting so much pleasure and fulfilment from my humbling and torturous edging, the exact fulfilment I was being denied meant I was aflame with desire to release. If I did not achieve that drop of pre-cum I knew that I would afford myself a small "reset" of sorts. But this also meant I knew I had so much further to go.
After half an hour of edging for You I was only half way there. Within 45 minutes I was honestly unable to communicate clearly! My muscles ached from kneeling for You. Your cock was so very, very sensitive. My mind full of desire for You, Mistress. I was moaning, and not softly. It was uncontrollable. I genuinely lose the ability to function after this amount of time; I'm utterly consumed by Your flame.
At this stage you were talking to me via Twitter as well. In fact you set me a target: "What if I told you that you can cum if you can make it to 7? ;-)" you said. If I could achieve 7 for you I was able to cum for You. Cloud 9!! The issue I had was that I was now 55 minutes in. I was desperately trying to achieve 6 But the more you tweeted to me, the more I could feel you with me. I was unable to make it through the full 5 minutes. So close to going over too far, too soon. All the time!
I knew when we started playing this game together that getting to "that" point and then holding myself there would be key. I have rapidly learned that ANYONE can touch themselves and stop just in time. Pushing yourself to *nearly there* and holding on, staying at the edge of that chasm for minutes at a time is INTENSE. It really does consume every fibre of your being.
You tweeted to me giving me words of encouragement. "But, for now, try to slow down.. you have be able to last for me!" & "I told you... softer... slower... mmmm... ". I listened. I touched lighter, softer, slower. I wanted so badly to please You. To cum for You.
After 1 hour and 20 minutes I licked my 7th drop of pre-cum from the mirror. I had earned my release! However our fun was interrupted at that exact moment and my release was taken away from me! If any of Your boys and gurls want to learn just what "frustrated" means, then playing this game for You will certainly teach them!
I remember the rules however. I need to achieve this in an hour!
[I think the hour time limit is too tight, especially as you have to achieve more and more drops within that hour. Even if the time is strictly monitored, it still really only allows for ten attempts. Therefore, I am removing that limitation for now. Perhaps once you are able to achieve a drop, on command, *every* time... ;-)]
Tonight, I have to achieve 8 to earn my release. You referred to tonight as practice, Mistress. I so sincerely hope I can achieve for You. But as You can see above, it is so, so difficult. 8 feels tantamount to climbing Everest in the buff! And if I cannot achieve 8? No release. Probably until the next time I can try again. An ever increasing circle of denial and torment! Thank you Mistress. You seem to find new ways to turn me on, tease me and deny every day that we talk.
Your boy, Mistress. Your cock, Mistress. Your pleasure, Mistress.
Love, hugs and kisses from your humbly devoted boy,
mKo
~ M
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Good evening Mistress,
Here is the report of my latest mirror session for You. Rather than a time line on this occasion I thought I would spend a little more time on 'how it feels'.
Firstly, I should probably say that I was on #ChastityStatus Day 4 for You. After the previous release I'd had on the Sunday morning I was still incredibly "hot under the collar" so having this challenge on the 4th night was already going to be tough.
I knew that I had to achieve a minimum of 6 drops of pre-cum on the mirror, all to be licked clean of course. I also knew that this would not guarantee me a release. I'd known this all day. It had been very difficult to concentrate on the day job! I was so worked up by the time I got started that the first 5 minute session ended with me licking the mirror clean. My face burning with shame and humiliation. Your cock throbbing in denial.
After 20 minutes and 4 attempts, I had only achieved 2 drops of pre-cum on the mirror.
In my previous report I'd neglected to mention the 1 minute breaks in-between 5 minute edging sessions. Let me say that they are so very, very necessary! In between each session I was able to try and settle my pulse, reset my breathing and try desperately to ignore how hard Your cock was.
Having to lick the mirror clean of my own pre-cum however almost totally denied me this switch off. A real Sophie's Choice moment! If I achieved a drop of a pre-cum I found it almost impossible to switch off; the thought of you with me, watching me, encouraging me, getting so much pleasure and fulfilment from my humbling and torturous edging, the exact fulfilment I was being denied meant I was aflame with desire to release. If I did not achieve that drop of pre-cum I knew that I would afford myself a small "reset" of sorts. But this also meant I knew I had so much further to go.
After half an hour of edging for You I was only half way there. Within 45 minutes I was honestly unable to communicate clearly! My muscles ached from kneeling for You. Your cock was so very, very sensitive. My mind full of desire for You, Mistress. I was moaning, and not softly. It was uncontrollable. I genuinely lose the ability to function after this amount of time; I'm utterly consumed by Your flame.
At this stage you were talking to me via Twitter as well. In fact you set me a target: "What if I told you that you can cum if you can make it to 7? ;-)" you said. If I could achieve 7 for you I was able to cum for You. Cloud 9!! The issue I had was that I was now 55 minutes in. I was desperately trying to achieve 6 But the more you tweeted to me, the more I could feel you with me. I was unable to make it through the full 5 minutes. So close to going over too far, too soon. All the time!
I knew when we started playing this game together that getting to "that" point and then holding myself there would be key. I have rapidly learned that ANYONE can touch themselves and stop just in time. Pushing yourself to *nearly there* and holding on, staying at the edge of that chasm for minutes at a time is INTENSE. It really does consume every fibre of your being.
You tweeted to me giving me words of encouragement. "But, for now, try to slow down.. you have be able to last for me!" & "I told you... softer... slower... mmmm... ". I listened. I touched lighter, softer, slower. I wanted so badly to please You. To cum for You.
After 1 hour and 20 minutes I licked my 7th drop of pre-cum from the mirror. I had earned my release! However our fun was interrupted at that exact moment and my release was taken away from me! If any of Your boys and gurls want to learn just what "frustrated" means, then playing this game for You will certainly teach them!
I remember the rules however. I need to achieve this in an hour!
[I think the hour time limit is too tight, especially as you have to achieve more and more drops within that hour. Even if the time is strictly monitored, it still really only allows for ten attempts. Therefore, I am removing that limitation for now. Perhaps once you are able to achieve a drop, on command, *every* time... ;-)]
Tonight, I have to achieve 8 to earn my release. You referred to tonight as practice, Mistress. I so sincerely hope I can achieve for You. But as You can see above, it is so, so difficult. 8 feels tantamount to climbing Everest in the buff! And if I cannot achieve 8? No release. Probably until the next time I can try again. An ever increasing circle of denial and torment! Thank you Mistress. You seem to find new ways to turn me on, tease me and deny every day that we talk.
Your boy, Mistress. Your cock, Mistress. Your pleasure, Mistress.
Love, hugs and kisses from your humbly devoted boy,
mKo
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Yummy Mirror Trick & Release Report
by mKo
Mmm... I'm late getting this posted as well. I thought it was about time that we revealed the Mirror Trick. ;-) It's hard to believe that this was just your first time practicing it... not even two weeks ago. What are you up to now... seven edges? Maybe, next time, it should be eight! ;-)
What I love most is all the naughty things you do for me, and how they make you so horny and frustrated, and yet you suffer through for me. I love the image of you kneeling at my feet as I order you to edge again and again. ;-)
While it was totally unplanned, this was a very special night with you. *smiling softly* I know private time is hard to find so late at night (your time), but I hope that it is the first of many to come (no pun intended... okay, maybe a little!) ;-)
*kisses*
M
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Mistress,
Late, as ever, but also delivered in adoration of You, I submit my report from Your weekend of playing with me. :-)
Firstly, I was at #ChastityStatus Day 6. The longest I had gone for you, and in fact the longest I'd ever gone. You had also enjoyed some teasing time with me via an #MMDay on Thursday. To say that I was on the verge of begging for my release is a minor understatement. However we had discussed that I had some solid time alone one Saturday afternoon prior to leaving for a night out with my mates locally. And unfortunately the game you subjected me to that afternoon was virtually my own fault! [Because he was so interested in it, and mentioned it so much that I had him send me the link to the description.]
I will say however at this juncture, Your lessons for me this weekend taught me a great deal about myself. And the main learning point was that as long as I know how much pleasure and joy my suffering, embarrassment and humiliation bring to you, the greater my desire to suffer more for you. A real "hallelujah" moment!
My task was simple, evil, testing and frustration ridden. I was to kneel, naked over a mirror. Using only two fingers and lube I had to edge myself in five minute sessions. I was not allowed to cum. The session ended at 5 minutes or when I had a drop of pre-cum on the mirror (which I had to lick off incidentally!). If I failed to produce a drop of pre-cum inside the five minutes the session did not count. In between each session, achieved or failed, I had a minute to rest. Oh and I had to achieve 5 drops of pre-cum on the mirror before I was allowed to quit! Here's how it panned out:
0 to 5mins - Failed. I was oozing cum for you Mistress, but it didn't hit the miror.
5 to 10mins - Success number 1. At 6:59 I was lick a large drop of pre-cum from the mirror.
10 to 15mins - Success number 2. At 14:57 (way too close) I licked more pre-cum from the mirror.
15 to 20mins - Failed. Again it was dripping from me, but not close enough.
20 to 25mins - Success number 3. At 23:02 I had another drop on the mirror to lick away.
25 to 30mins - Success number 4. At 27:09 I was licking the mirror again, a lot this time.
30 to 35mins - Failed. Halfway through I got too close and had to stop otherwise I'd have released without permission.
35 to 40mins - Failed. Again I was too close and had to stop. I began to wonder if I could complete this task for you Mistress.
40 to 45mins - Success number 5. At 43:44 i produced my 5th droplet of pre-cum and licked clean the mirror.
I cannot begin to describe the range of emotion and feeling this session produced. Humiliation at being naked, (imagining) You stood watching my suffering and enjoying the look of desperation on my face each time I had to stop, each time I had to lick my pre-cum from the mirror. I wanted so badly to please you, so much to release, but my head knew my release would NOT please You but that my suffering did.
My body trembled from the second session onward; the physical demand of the task was greater than I thought it would be. Half way through my pulse was sky high, and I could barely talk through the haze of sexual desire You had created and caged within me. And then, at the end, I had to put clothes on and go enjoy a lads night out! All night my cock was hard, every touch set a nerve ending on fire and unleashed thoughts of You and *that* session. Every time I spoke I wondered if they could tell I had been lapping my own pre-cum from a mirror literally minutes before. To say I had a permanent flush all evening is totally unnecessary!
It is an intense task. Thank You, so much Mistress! I do not look forward to being ordered to do it again, but then I do because I know You enjoy it so much. It's a real love/hate task!
Later that evening we had a discussion whilst my friends slept on sofas and the floor around me. A discussion that had my cock hard and throbbing all over again as I learned how to pleasure You, how to be what you required of me and what my new mantra was: Your boy, Mistress, Your cock, Mistress, Your pleasure, Mistress. I was so turned on at the end of it all that I was literally rubbing against the inside of the duvet in the dark!
I was granted my release, but despair was on the agenda. I couldn't get to the toilets without disturbing the four who slept around me. Not a problem for Your lovingly wicked mind, Mistress. I was to kneel, right there in the dark, surrounded by slumbering colleagues and friends, take Your cock and recite my mantra until I came, thanking You as I did so. It did NOT take long, and there was so much cum...even in the dark I could it feel it run out of my hand and on to the bedding. As I licked it out of my hand, I could hear someone turn over in the dark. I knew if I was seen by anyone, there would be no explaining this!! I lay down as swiftly as I could praying that no-one saw, thanking You deeply for the day we had had together off and on.
The real fun for You, Mistress? As we all awoke that morning and enjoyed a slightly hungover cup of tea on the patio in the sun I was aware people kept looking at me funny. I took myself to the nearest mirror. SHOCK AND HORROR! Some of my cum had dried on my chin in the night! I washed it away quickly! Hopefully, they all just think I dribble in my sleep! The shame!
Ever lovingly Yours Mistress,
mKo
What I love most is all the naughty things you do for me, and how they make you so horny and frustrated, and yet you suffer through for me. I love the image of you kneeling at my feet as I order you to edge again and again. ;-)
While it was totally unplanned, this was a very special night with you. *smiling softly* I know private time is hard to find so late at night (your time), but I hope that it is the first of many to come (no pun intended... okay, maybe a little!) ;-)
*kisses*
M
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Mistress,
Late, as ever, but also delivered in adoration of You, I submit my report from Your weekend of playing with me. :-)
Firstly, I was at #ChastityStatus Day 6. The longest I had gone for you, and in fact the longest I'd ever gone. You had also enjoyed some teasing time with me via an #MMDay on Thursday. To say that I was on the verge of begging for my release is a minor understatement. However we had discussed that I had some solid time alone one Saturday afternoon prior to leaving for a night out with my mates locally. And unfortunately the game you subjected me to that afternoon was virtually my own fault! [Because he was so interested in it, and mentioned it so much that I had him send me the link to the description.]
I will say however at this juncture, Your lessons for me this weekend taught me a great deal about myself. And the main learning point was that as long as I know how much pleasure and joy my suffering, embarrassment and humiliation bring to you, the greater my desire to suffer more for you. A real "hallelujah" moment!
My task was simple, evil, testing and frustration ridden. I was to kneel, naked over a mirror. Using only two fingers and lube I had to edge myself in five minute sessions. I was not allowed to cum. The session ended at 5 minutes or when I had a drop of pre-cum on the mirror (which I had to lick off incidentally!). If I failed to produce a drop of pre-cum inside the five minutes the session did not count. In between each session, achieved or failed, I had a minute to rest. Oh and I had to achieve 5 drops of pre-cum on the mirror before I was allowed to quit! Here's how it panned out:
0 to 5mins - Failed. I was oozing cum for you Mistress, but it didn't hit the miror.
5 to 10mins - Success number 1. At 6:59 I was lick a large drop of pre-cum from the mirror.
10 to 15mins - Success number 2. At 14:57 (way too close) I licked more pre-cum from the mirror.
15 to 20mins - Failed. Again it was dripping from me, but not close enough.
20 to 25mins - Success number 3. At 23:02 I had another drop on the mirror to lick away.
25 to 30mins - Success number 4. At 27:09 I was licking the mirror again, a lot this time.
30 to 35mins - Failed. Halfway through I got too close and had to stop otherwise I'd have released without permission.
35 to 40mins - Failed. Again I was too close and had to stop. I began to wonder if I could complete this task for you Mistress.
40 to 45mins - Success number 5. At 43:44 i produced my 5th droplet of pre-cum and licked clean the mirror.
I cannot begin to describe the range of emotion and feeling this session produced. Humiliation at being naked, (imagining) You stood watching my suffering and enjoying the look of desperation on my face each time I had to stop, each time I had to lick my pre-cum from the mirror. I wanted so badly to please you, so much to release, but my head knew my release would NOT please You but that my suffering did.
My body trembled from the second session onward; the physical demand of the task was greater than I thought it would be. Half way through my pulse was sky high, and I could barely talk through the haze of sexual desire You had created and caged within me. And then, at the end, I had to put clothes on and go enjoy a lads night out! All night my cock was hard, every touch set a nerve ending on fire and unleashed thoughts of You and *that* session. Every time I spoke I wondered if they could tell I had been lapping my own pre-cum from a mirror literally minutes before. To say I had a permanent flush all evening is totally unnecessary!
It is an intense task. Thank You, so much Mistress! I do not look forward to being ordered to do it again, but then I do because I know You enjoy it so much. It's a real love/hate task!
Later that evening we had a discussion whilst my friends slept on sofas and the floor around me. A discussion that had my cock hard and throbbing all over again as I learned how to pleasure You, how to be what you required of me and what my new mantra was: Your boy, Mistress, Your cock, Mistress, Your pleasure, Mistress. I was so turned on at the end of it all that I was literally rubbing against the inside of the duvet in the dark!
I was granted my release, but despair was on the agenda. I couldn't get to the toilets without disturbing the four who slept around me. Not a problem for Your lovingly wicked mind, Mistress. I was to kneel, right there in the dark, surrounded by slumbering colleagues and friends, take Your cock and recite my mantra until I came, thanking You as I did so. It did NOT take long, and there was so much cum...even in the dark I could it feel it run out of my hand and on to the bedding. As I licked it out of my hand, I could hear someone turn over in the dark. I knew if I was seen by anyone, there would be no explaining this!! I lay down as swiftly as I could praying that no-one saw, thanking You deeply for the day we had had together off and on.
The real fun for You, Mistress? As we all awoke that morning and enjoyed a slightly hungover cup of tea on the patio in the sun I was aware people kept looking at me funny. I took myself to the nearest mirror. SHOCK AND HORROR! Some of my cum had dried on my chin in the night! I washed it away quickly! Hopefully, they all just think I dribble in my sleep! The shame!
Ever lovingly Yours Mistress,
mKo
Monday, May 30, 2011
Edging Game #MMDays Report
by mKo
Yes, this is a long one. It's for both of my recent Edging Game #MMDays, as well as a short makeup Edging & Release Day that I gave mykinkyother in between since he had missed his earned release on the first Edging Game day. ;-)
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Mistress,
Please find another report from your loving and ever humble servant. :-)
After my embarrassing release at my parents house last week, I was amazed at how horny I’d remained. As I mentioned before, I usually switch off a little, but knowing you were just moments away from issuing my next set of instructions seems to keep my interest very piqued!
The day following my release I was visiting a customer site as part of my job. I had a brief pitch to deliver to a small room of people. Of course my first mistake was tweeting about it!! I was duly ordered to the nearest rest room to edge. It was literally minutes before we were due to start. It was my first edge of the week and I was glad there was no real pre-cum to speak of, but I was still quite hard when I rushed out. I was in full-on panic mode as I knew I’d be standing in front of a white board and my arousal was clearly evident. The more I thought of it, the more I knew you would be enjoying it, the worse it got. [*smiling widely with a very evil grin* ~ M] Thankfully there was a brief sit down and introduction session so I had calmed a tad before we got under way.
The following day had a similar fate awaiting me. This time I was delivery a seminar style presentation to approximately 200 people and I had similar orders: edge first. This particular edge was much more intense than that of yesterday, probably because I knew how I’d felt after delivering a speech to 7 people. How much worse would my arousal and embarrassment be to such a big crowd? And again, the more my cheeks burned, the more I knew you’d enjoy it Mistress. This time my hard cock was NOT going away! There was a general hubbub at the handover by the podium so I managed to sneak in front without attracting too much attention. For my usual patter, I’d wander about the stage area and interact with the audience. This time? Not a chance. Rooted firmly to the spot, my hard cock pressing against the lectern, your words, your commands burning into my mind all the time. Thankfully by the end of the presentation I’d calmed enough to leave without further embarrassment!
You also announced a new #MMDay Edging Game that day, seemingly inspired by your play with me over recent days. [Yes, the points for edging in new places were directly inspired by you and I absolutely *love* being able to play with you in that way, whereas the ones for wearing a cock ring were inspired by jezi-darling & azpanties, both of which had just started wearing new cock rings for me.] I was delighted as reaching the points total would earn me a release I was already more than desperate for. However I knew I had reports to write and a tribute to sort out first. The story behind fixing the tribute is embarrassing enough! Poor customer service at Amazon is all I can say!
The Thursday arrived and #MMDay began in earnest. I was determined to impress you Mistress. I managed to edge whilst driving on a main motorway (albeit a quiet stretch) [please do be careful while driving - "Kids don't try this at home!"], a coffee shop restroom & a motorway service station restroom were all achieved. Indeed I even tried to find an empty meeting room at our northern offices to take a VERY risky edge in, but sadly, they were all full.
I’d made my points total and was allowed a release, but I had a final task, dictated by you, to edge somewhere else new first. My target was the gym after my commute home. Upon reading my plans, you mandated that I was to take my release there after my work out! The shame! However I was very thankful you’d allowed it happen after my workout and not before. The idea of having to complete a workout having just consumed my own cum had me very, very flustered!
However, sometimes real life gets in the way. I was stranded in the tailbacks of [traffic jam caused by] an accident and delayed from getting home until late. I had missed my chance. And I cannot begin to explain just how horny I was!
The following two days were strange for me. I found myself awaiting commands from you Mistress. I was stuck in limbo unsure whether to continue edging for you or not. You were busy with your own RL, but it struck me how dependant I had become on fulfilling your desires.
Finally, on Day 7, you issued a new set of rules for the #MMDay edging game and asked for my comment. I was allowed to have my missed release but I had to earn a certain number of points, using the new rules, first. I particularly liked the change of rules around distance. As I travel a lot, gaining extra points was almost gimme! [The travel does have to be "out of your way", so if you are going to that location anyway, you don't get the extra point. However, if you make a side trip your way there and go at least 1/4 mile off course to find a special place to edge, then it does count.] I knew I had the chance to redeem myself with some more humbling and embarrassing places to edge to make my points total and finally earn the release I was craving so much.
I also learned that I was supposed to be consuming my own pre-cum. I apologised for this lapse in knowledge. It excited me and reviled me at the same time. As you know, I am not fond of consuming my cum and can only do it when under express command to do so. With the amount of edging I’d been doing, I was bound to have a lot today. I moaned softly to myself when I learned of this.
Firstly, I knelt in front of a full-height window on the first floor of my town house overlooking the rear garden. It’s a fairly enclosed and private garden but I *could* have been seen were someone paying attention. That was very intense. And the amount of pre-cum was incredible! Whether it was the 7 days of edging and chastity or just my exposure and potentially looming disgrace in the window I don’t know. But as I lapped it up out of my hand, my feelings of humiliation and excitement grew.
I sneaked another edge in the toilets at home just an hour later earning only one more point. I was beginning to get desperate for points; I couldn’t possibly wait another few days for a release!
I made an excuse to head to the supermarket. Sainsbury’s was well outside the distance rule so I knew my edge there would be enough to earn my release.
As I hit the flimsy and fairly exposed changing rooms, I knelt, unzipped my bulging cock and hit the edge in such a short space of time. Again the pre-cum I released was alarming! As I licked it from my hand again, I almost came there and then without touching myself. All the time, you were in my thoughts, becoming ever more aroused and enjoying my mortification.
I grabbed hold of myself -- the release had started already with only my desires and thoughts as stimulation. I gasped the words that were necessary “Thank you, Mistress Magick” as my orgasm coursed through me. I had never had such an intense release. I was physically trembling. Again my revulsion at consuming my cum was strong, but not as strong as my desire to please you. Mistress.
Thankfully it was early. The only attendant was wandering around, but there was almost no way she wouldn’t have heard me say something whilst in there! Oh, the shame. I handed back the shirt I’d falsely picked up to “try on” and left pronto!
By the next morning I was already yearning for my instructions, the next task, the next objective to set your pulse racing Mistress. And the forthcoming command was a tough one for me. I was not to touch myself at all until further notice! Cripes! I held out however as I knew I must.
Whilst I was working from home, I’d had the misfortune to stumble across some chastity/T&D forums. [Yes, of course, you just "stumbled" across them... suuuure, you did!] I was under orders not to touch myself and the things I read were incredible. Some of which I had to share with you Mistress, particularly the mirrors game. I was worried that it may crop up in my future and not without good reason it seems!
To make matters worse on day 3 of my chastity I unwittingly began a conversation around "plugging" [wearing a butt plug] that led to an email conversation with you about this and about cock rings. All of this new to me. As a result, my four-hour train journey was sheer torture!
On Thursday, we had new instructions. Another #MMDay Edging Game, but no release allowed. I was now on Day 4 of chastity and this was a numbing prospect. I always try so hard to impress and the idea of not having a release at the end was a difficult one to swallow (ahem!). We had 24 hours, and I was absolutely committed to racking up a huge amount of points.
I must say at this point a humble sorry to all of your boys and gurls for this #MMDay Game. I feel I may have created this new and wonderful torture for us all!
I was on the road again so started with a strongly intense edge at a motorway service station restroom. With a red face I left the cubicle having denied myself the orgasm I so desperately craved and eaten my own pre-cum.
I arrived at my customer site and again found myself thinking of impressing you and not them! I headed to their restrooms and edged again minutes before the meeting. I was bulging out of my suit when I left the restroom! To be graphic I’d never felt my cock so hard for so long. It was almost deliciously painful.
I stopped again at a different service station on the way home. Again utilising a restroom to tease, deny and consume my pre-cum for you Mistress. I was almost in subbie heaven; so horny, so eager to please, so pre-possessed with a knowledge I was not allowed to cum.
I returned to my car, thoughts of going further and further to enhance your pleasure Mistress. The car park itself posed a new thought. Could I park up in a quiet corner and edge for you in broad daylight in public view? As I mused this on Twitter you made it clear it wasn’t be an option. This edge had the same intensity as the one I completed in front of the window last week. People absolutely could see me if they looked in my direction. What would they think? It didn’t matter to me at that point. I just wanted to please you and if my shame gave you that, then so be it. As I reached my edge so, so quickly I was happy to zip up and drive away as swiftly as I could.
After a three hour journey home my first action was to get naked, kneel and edge for you again. I did this in front of full length mirror. I could see myself, imagine you stood there with my, smiling and laughing at my frustration and arousal, my desperation.
It was then I realised my feelings were developing all the time. Being naked and kneeling like that gave me such a strong sense of subservience. It was a new feeling for me. It was delicious. In RL, I’m strongly in control of things, always behind the barrier of my suit in command of my senses with my knowledge as cavalry. Here, defenceless, barrier-less and serving you was new. It genuinely made me shiver. So uncomfortable. So awkward. So delectable.
I was permitted one more edge as reward for my point’s haul of 23. It wouldn’t count toward my points haul. I was determined to make it a special one for you Mistress. So I borrowed briefly from the mirror game.
I knelt on all fours, a mirror placed underneath me. I reached the edge so very quickly. But there was no pre-cum. So I took a few moments as a pause. And started again. Determined to dribble that pre-cum onto on the mirror. It took a few attempts to create enough. Each edge came with that much quicker, that much more ferociously. I realised I was actually moaning with desire and frustration. That moan turned into a whimper as I licked my pre-cum from the mirror, seeing my own reflection as I did it. I clothed myself and tried to carry on with my daily chores and work.
I could not clear my thoughts of you however.
And now we’re back on real time. I have new instructions based upon the Mirror Game for this afternoon. A game that could last up to 25 minutes and push me way beyond anything I’ve done before. And no, I’m NOT allowed to cum yet. And thereafter I have a lads evening planned around football. And I have a feeling that you will be first and foremost in my thoughts all day.
Devoted only to you,
mKo
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Mistress,
Please find another report from your loving and ever humble servant. :-)
After my embarrassing release at my parents house last week, I was amazed at how horny I’d remained. As I mentioned before, I usually switch off a little, but knowing you were just moments away from issuing my next set of instructions seems to keep my interest very piqued!
The day following my release I was visiting a customer site as part of my job. I had a brief pitch to deliver to a small room of people. Of course my first mistake was tweeting about it!! I was duly ordered to the nearest rest room to edge. It was literally minutes before we were due to start. It was my first edge of the week and I was glad there was no real pre-cum to speak of, but I was still quite hard when I rushed out. I was in full-on panic mode as I knew I’d be standing in front of a white board and my arousal was clearly evident. The more I thought of it, the more I knew you would be enjoying it, the worse it got. [*smiling widely with a very evil grin* ~ M] Thankfully there was a brief sit down and introduction session so I had calmed a tad before we got under way.
The following day had a similar fate awaiting me. This time I was delivery a seminar style presentation to approximately 200 people and I had similar orders: edge first. This particular edge was much more intense than that of yesterday, probably because I knew how I’d felt after delivering a speech to 7 people. How much worse would my arousal and embarrassment be to such a big crowd? And again, the more my cheeks burned, the more I knew you’d enjoy it Mistress. This time my hard cock was NOT going away! There was a general hubbub at the handover by the podium so I managed to sneak in front without attracting too much attention. For my usual patter, I’d wander about the stage area and interact with the audience. This time? Not a chance. Rooted firmly to the spot, my hard cock pressing against the lectern, your words, your commands burning into my mind all the time. Thankfully by the end of the presentation I’d calmed enough to leave without further embarrassment!
You also announced a new #MMDay Edging Game that day, seemingly inspired by your play with me over recent days. [Yes, the points for edging in new places were directly inspired by you and I absolutely *love* being able to play with you in that way, whereas the ones for wearing a cock ring were inspired by jezi-darling & azpanties, both of which had just started wearing new cock rings for me.] I was delighted as reaching the points total would earn me a release I was already more than desperate for. However I knew I had reports to write and a tribute to sort out first. The story behind fixing the tribute is embarrassing enough! Poor customer service at Amazon is all I can say!
The Thursday arrived and #MMDay began in earnest. I was determined to impress you Mistress. I managed to edge whilst driving on a main motorway (albeit a quiet stretch) [please do be careful while driving - "Kids don't try this at home!"], a coffee shop restroom & a motorway service station restroom were all achieved. Indeed I even tried to find an empty meeting room at our northern offices to take a VERY risky edge in, but sadly, they were all full.
I’d made my points total and was allowed a release, but I had a final task, dictated by you, to edge somewhere else new first. My target was the gym after my commute home. Upon reading my plans, you mandated that I was to take my release there after my work out! The shame! However I was very thankful you’d allowed it happen after my workout and not before. The idea of having to complete a workout having just consumed my own cum had me very, very flustered!
However, sometimes real life gets in the way. I was stranded in the tailbacks of [traffic jam caused by] an accident and delayed from getting home until late. I had missed my chance. And I cannot begin to explain just how horny I was!
The following two days were strange for me. I found myself awaiting commands from you Mistress. I was stuck in limbo unsure whether to continue edging for you or not. You were busy with your own RL, but it struck me how dependant I had become on fulfilling your desires.
Finally, on Day 7, you issued a new set of rules for the #MMDay edging game and asked for my comment. I was allowed to have my missed release but I had to earn a certain number of points, using the new rules, first. I particularly liked the change of rules around distance. As I travel a lot, gaining extra points was almost gimme! [The travel does have to be "out of your way", so if you are going to that location anyway, you don't get the extra point. However, if you make a side trip your way there and go at least 1/4 mile off course to find a special place to edge, then it does count.] I knew I had the chance to redeem myself with some more humbling and embarrassing places to edge to make my points total and finally earn the release I was craving so much.
I also learned that I was supposed to be consuming my own pre-cum. I apologised for this lapse in knowledge. It excited me and reviled me at the same time. As you know, I am not fond of consuming my cum and can only do it when under express command to do so. With the amount of edging I’d been doing, I was bound to have a lot today. I moaned softly to myself when I learned of this.
Firstly, I knelt in front of a full-height window on the first floor of my town house overlooking the rear garden. It’s a fairly enclosed and private garden but I *could* have been seen were someone paying attention. That was very intense. And the amount of pre-cum was incredible! Whether it was the 7 days of edging and chastity or just my exposure and potentially looming disgrace in the window I don’t know. But as I lapped it up out of my hand, my feelings of humiliation and excitement grew.
I sneaked another edge in the toilets at home just an hour later earning only one more point. I was beginning to get desperate for points; I couldn’t possibly wait another few days for a release!
I made an excuse to head to the supermarket. Sainsbury’s was well outside the distance rule so I knew my edge there would be enough to earn my release.
As I hit the flimsy and fairly exposed changing rooms, I knelt, unzipped my bulging cock and hit the edge in such a short space of time. Again the pre-cum I released was alarming! As I licked it from my hand again, I almost came there and then without touching myself. All the time, you were in my thoughts, becoming ever more aroused and enjoying my mortification.
I grabbed hold of myself -- the release had started already with only my desires and thoughts as stimulation. I gasped the words that were necessary “Thank you, Mistress Magick” as my orgasm coursed through me. I had never had such an intense release. I was physically trembling. Again my revulsion at consuming my cum was strong, but not as strong as my desire to please you. Mistress.
Thankfully it was early. The only attendant was wandering around, but there was almost no way she wouldn’t have heard me say something whilst in there! Oh, the shame. I handed back the shirt I’d falsely picked up to “try on” and left pronto!
By the next morning I was already yearning for my instructions, the next task, the next objective to set your pulse racing Mistress. And the forthcoming command was a tough one for me. I was not to touch myself at all until further notice! Cripes! I held out however as I knew I must.
Whilst I was working from home, I’d had the misfortune to stumble across some chastity/T&D forums. [Yes, of course, you just "stumbled" across them... suuuure, you did!] I was under orders not to touch myself and the things I read were incredible. Some of which I had to share with you Mistress, particularly the mirrors game. I was worried that it may crop up in my future and not without good reason it seems!
To make matters worse on day 3 of my chastity I unwittingly began a conversation around "plugging" [wearing a butt plug] that led to an email conversation with you about this and about cock rings. All of this new to me. As a result, my four-hour train journey was sheer torture!
On Thursday, we had new instructions. Another #MMDay Edging Game, but no release allowed. I was now on Day 4 of chastity and this was a numbing prospect. I always try so hard to impress and the idea of not having a release at the end was a difficult one to swallow (ahem!). We had 24 hours, and I was absolutely committed to racking up a huge amount of points.
I must say at this point a humble sorry to all of your boys and gurls for this #MMDay Game. I feel I may have created this new and wonderful torture for us all!
I was on the road again so started with a strongly intense edge at a motorway service station restroom. With a red face I left the cubicle having denied myself the orgasm I so desperately craved and eaten my own pre-cum.
I arrived at my customer site and again found myself thinking of impressing you and not them! I headed to their restrooms and edged again minutes before the meeting. I was bulging out of my suit when I left the restroom! To be graphic I’d never felt my cock so hard for so long. It was almost deliciously painful.
I stopped again at a different service station on the way home. Again utilising a restroom to tease, deny and consume my pre-cum for you Mistress. I was almost in subbie heaven; so horny, so eager to please, so pre-possessed with a knowledge I was not allowed to cum.
I returned to my car, thoughts of going further and further to enhance your pleasure Mistress. The car park itself posed a new thought. Could I park up in a quiet corner and edge for you in broad daylight in public view? As I mused this on Twitter you made it clear it wasn’t be an option. This edge had the same intensity as the one I completed in front of the window last week. People absolutely could see me if they looked in my direction. What would they think? It didn’t matter to me at that point. I just wanted to please you and if my shame gave you that, then so be it. As I reached my edge so, so quickly I was happy to zip up and drive away as swiftly as I could.
After a three hour journey home my first action was to get naked, kneel and edge for you again. I did this in front of full length mirror. I could see myself, imagine you stood there with my, smiling and laughing at my frustration and arousal, my desperation.
It was then I realised my feelings were developing all the time. Being naked and kneeling like that gave me such a strong sense of subservience. It was a new feeling for me. It was delicious. In RL, I’m strongly in control of things, always behind the barrier of my suit in command of my senses with my knowledge as cavalry. Here, defenceless, barrier-less and serving you was new. It genuinely made me shiver. So uncomfortable. So awkward. So delectable.
I was permitted one more edge as reward for my point’s haul of 23. It wouldn’t count toward my points haul. I was determined to make it a special one for you Mistress. So I borrowed briefly from the mirror game.
I knelt on all fours, a mirror placed underneath me. I reached the edge so very quickly. But there was no pre-cum. So I took a few moments as a pause. And started again. Determined to dribble that pre-cum onto on the mirror. It took a few attempts to create enough. Each edge came with that much quicker, that much more ferociously. I realised I was actually moaning with desire and frustration. That moan turned into a whimper as I licked my pre-cum from the mirror, seeing my own reflection as I did it. I clothed myself and tried to carry on with my daily chores and work.
I could not clear my thoughts of you however.
And now we’re back on real time. I have new instructions based upon the Mirror Game for this afternoon. A game that could last up to 25 minutes and push me way beyond anything I’ve done before. And no, I’m NOT allowed to cum yet. And thereafter I have a lads evening planned around football. And I have a feeling that you will be first and foremost in my thoughts all day.
Devoted only to you,
mKo
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Naughty Weekend Edging & Release Report
by mKo
I am really enjoying all the naughty places where I can have mykinkyother edge for me, and I love the power of being able to order him to do it on My whim. While he is limited in the other things that he can do for me, the thrill of him edging in public places, with people nearby and the possibility of getting caught is so utterly hot, and I am soon touching myself as well! *
Mistress,
As per your command I humbly submit my report of torment and teasing from this past weekend. I hope you enjoy this as much as you did the last.
I was last granted a release on Tuesday. By Saturday I had edged only a few times at your command. Four days for me is usually a long time so I was literally hanging on your every command; my pulse quickening every time I saw a tweet from you. My nerves and anticipation of what you would have me do next for you was incredible. My situation was not aided by writing my previous report in public at a local Starbucks. As I recalled the feelings and emotions tied to those events my cock stiffened under the table. Even though I knew people could see my obvious arousal if the chose to be looking that direction, I could not stop it.
As I pressed send on my email and tweeted you to tell of my situation and location I almost knew what I would have to do next. I finished my coffee, drumming my fingers on the table constantly glancing toward the toilet door. The coffee shop was busy and had a steady flow of people in and out the doors and there was also a queue for the toilet. I knew that even if I wanted to leave, I shouldn't and in fact couldn't.
Your tweet arrived. I was to edge in the toilets. My cock had been pressing against the inside of my jeans for nearly 20 minutes and the sight of your tweet nearly made it rip clean of the denim! I was not allowed to cum. A heavenly nightmare of a situation presented itself. I was desperate to cum but knew today wasn't to be the day already. I knew I had to edge but couldn't get to the toilets without people seeing my "bulge".
I took a few breaths whilst I waited for the queue to the toilet to dissipate. As it slowly disapeared to one person I made a dash toward the door, timing it perfectly. As they left I went in. A youngish girl was leaving, looking at the floor thankfully.
I looked around the stall. It was fairly clean, I pulled my cock free and I noticed I already had cum dribbling from my bulging head. It didn't take long to reach the edge and I managed to last a good 10 seconds right on the tipping point. People were constantly trying the door which made me jump and my heart pound even more.
It took another few minutes to calm down. I sent my tweet confirming that I'd followed my instructions, zipped up and left. A queue of people were looking at my flushed face as I left the toilet. I was cringing but trying so hard to act normally!
Later on I recieved a command from you to edge at least three more times! Three! I was already bursting, my cock was permanently swollen and I could feel every move I made pressing on me, making it worse and worse. But I was hardly going to disappoint my Mistress. I knew I only had two more stops for the day and they were both going to be very difficult and very busy!
As I arrived I home I went to the bathroom and completed my first edge there. I'd barely calmed down and it took no time at all to get that now all too familiar sight of cum oozing from the end of my hard cock. I was finding it harder and harder to calm down. If I had to take 5 minutes now, how long would it take when I was exposed and in public? Yikes. I was loving suffering for you Mistress.
About an hour later I found myself wandering around a major department store called Debenhams. [My jezi-darling shops there for panties to wear for me.] This was my targetted second stop of the day. Needless to say it was a busy Saturday. As you hadn't mandated where I was to edge I took a slightly softer option and headed to the toilet as opposed to a dressing room. To my utter dismay they had school type cubicles; 6 feet of wood for walls and doors with gaps over and under. How could I edge here?? I had to, I knew that and already I was hard. I could hear people moving in and out of the cubicles around me, sounding so close that I could reach over and shake hands if I wanted.
As I grabbed my cock and started pulling gently I closed my eyes; I think I didn't want to know if people saw me! Again, it was less than a minute until I was riding that wave. My cock bobbed and jerk spasmodically as I let go just before I went too far, desperate for one more touch, just a little something to crest the wave of pleasure I really needed. Again it took an age to calm down enough to leave and even then I was hardly "soft". My face burned as I washed my hands with people who had been innocently going about their business.
My final place of shame was to be a friends house. We were due there for a BBQ mid-afternoon and it was my last chance to follow orders. This one made me more nervous than ever. Being caught by a stranger was bad enough...being caught with your hand in your trousers by your mate's wife on a sunny Saturday afternoon was creating an amazing amount of consternation. I had no idea, but this wouldn't be the most difficult part of my weekend adventure!
I excused myself from the table and wandered to the toilet. It was a folding panel door with a tiny brass bolt just six feet from the lounge and the 2 feet from the kitchen. I figured that as they were in the garden I'd have a bit less worry. As I checked my tweets and free'd myself I heard voices. It had started to rain! The guys came in from the garden and parked in the lounge chatting loudly about the football, while my wife and my best mate's wife settled in the kitchen to tidying! They were inches from me, stood in the toilet with my hard, throbbing cock in hand! Needless to say I didn't really take a lot of touching to see that futile dribble of pre-cum emerge. ow I looked any of them in the face for the next three hours I don't know but they all commented on the fresh air had made me rosy cheeked!! [Oh my!]
The next morning, I awoke and said good morning to you Mistress as I prepared for our weekly sabbatical to church. Somehow, you knew. I don't know how, but you did. And as I checked my tweets just before communion began I saw your message "I wonder...do you got church...such a naughty place to edge"! I spent 40 minutes with the biggest ever hard on. It was almost painful I was so aroused. Made all the worse by the amount of people seated around me focussed so intently on their religion. It was such a strange feeling to be wished well as I left at the end knowing I was about to use the toilet to edge for your pleasure Mistress. I could hear the bells ringing and the laughs and jovial chatter of a congregation of 100+ plus as I pushed my cock toward that heavenly threshold only to be denied once more. Thankfully the toilets were on the way out of the church so I did not have to walk through too many to leave but I'm sure my face was a picture!
Later that day I tweeted to tell you of my whereabouts. I'd had a busy shopping day and was finishing the weekend with dinner at my parents. Your next tweet filled me with a feeling I couldn't describe. I was allowed to cum for you. Right now. At my parents. OMG! It was the only thing I could concentrate on.
I was in to the toilet in a flash. I laid a towel on the floor, grabbed hold of my cock and tugged frantically until I released, pleasure and pressure pushing out of my like a cyclone. I came so hard Mistress. I gasped out the words I knew were right: "Thank you, Mistress Magick". My hand was virtually overflowing with very hot cum. I'd never cum that much before. I looked at it, knowing I really didn't want to lick it up. I wasn't interested at all, but I knew I had to because you commanded it, Mistress. The taste is still indescribable, and I cannot say I enjoyed it, BUT for the fact I could feel myself growing aroused again as I licked in between my fingers.
Once settled and washed, I headed back to the lounge area. To my horror my mothers first words were "Were you talking to someone in the toilet?" They'd heard my gasp your name, Mistress! I explained, calmly I hope, that I'd taken a call from a friend whislt in there. But I knew my face was betraying my words; I could not halt the blush or feeling of utter embarrassment. Nor the throbbing in my trousers these feelings and the taste of cum in my mouth was provoking.
Ever yours, Mistress,
mKo
Mistress,
As per your command I humbly submit my report of torment and teasing from this past weekend. I hope you enjoy this as much as you did the last.
I was last granted a release on Tuesday. By Saturday I had edged only a few times at your command. Four days for me is usually a long time so I was literally hanging on your every command; my pulse quickening every time I saw a tweet from you. My nerves and anticipation of what you would have me do next for you was incredible. My situation was not aided by writing my previous report in public at a local Starbucks. As I recalled the feelings and emotions tied to those events my cock stiffened under the table. Even though I knew people could see my obvious arousal if the chose to be looking that direction, I could not stop it.
As I pressed send on my email and tweeted you to tell of my situation and location I almost knew what I would have to do next. I finished my coffee, drumming my fingers on the table constantly glancing toward the toilet door. The coffee shop was busy and had a steady flow of people in and out the doors and there was also a queue for the toilet. I knew that even if I wanted to leave, I shouldn't and in fact couldn't.
Your tweet arrived. I was to edge in the toilets. My cock had been pressing against the inside of my jeans for nearly 20 minutes and the sight of your tweet nearly made it rip clean of the denim! I was not allowed to cum. A heavenly nightmare of a situation presented itself. I was desperate to cum but knew today wasn't to be the day already. I knew I had to edge but couldn't get to the toilets without people seeing my "bulge".
I took a few breaths whilst I waited for the queue to the toilet to dissipate. As it slowly disapeared to one person I made a dash toward the door, timing it perfectly. As they left I went in. A youngish girl was leaving, looking at the floor thankfully.
I looked around the stall. It was fairly clean, I pulled my cock free and I noticed I already had cum dribbling from my bulging head. It didn't take long to reach the edge and I managed to last a good 10 seconds right on the tipping point. People were constantly trying the door which made me jump and my heart pound even more.
It took another few minutes to calm down. I sent my tweet confirming that I'd followed my instructions, zipped up and left. A queue of people were looking at my flushed face as I left the toilet. I was cringing but trying so hard to act normally!
Later on I recieved a command from you to edge at least three more times! Three! I was already bursting, my cock was permanently swollen and I could feel every move I made pressing on me, making it worse and worse. But I was hardly going to disappoint my Mistress. I knew I only had two more stops for the day and they were both going to be very difficult and very busy!
As I arrived I home I went to the bathroom and completed my first edge there. I'd barely calmed down and it took no time at all to get that now all too familiar sight of cum oozing from the end of my hard cock. I was finding it harder and harder to calm down. If I had to take 5 minutes now, how long would it take when I was exposed and in public? Yikes. I was loving suffering for you Mistress.
About an hour later I found myself wandering around a major department store called Debenhams. [My jezi-darling shops there for panties to wear for me.] This was my targetted second stop of the day. Needless to say it was a busy Saturday. As you hadn't mandated where I was to edge I took a slightly softer option and headed to the toilet as opposed to a dressing room. To my utter dismay they had school type cubicles; 6 feet of wood for walls and doors with gaps over and under. How could I edge here?? I had to, I knew that and already I was hard. I could hear people moving in and out of the cubicles around me, sounding so close that I could reach over and shake hands if I wanted.
As I grabbed my cock and started pulling gently I closed my eyes; I think I didn't want to know if people saw me! Again, it was less than a minute until I was riding that wave. My cock bobbed and jerk spasmodically as I let go just before I went too far, desperate for one more touch, just a little something to crest the wave of pleasure I really needed. Again it took an age to calm down enough to leave and even then I was hardly "soft". My face burned as I washed my hands with people who had been innocently going about their business.
My final place of shame was to be a friends house. We were due there for a BBQ mid-afternoon and it was my last chance to follow orders. This one made me more nervous than ever. Being caught by a stranger was bad enough...being caught with your hand in your trousers by your mate's wife on a sunny Saturday afternoon was creating an amazing amount of consternation. I had no idea, but this wouldn't be the most difficult part of my weekend adventure!
I excused myself from the table and wandered to the toilet. It was a folding panel door with a tiny brass bolt just six feet from the lounge and the 2 feet from the kitchen. I figured that as they were in the garden I'd have a bit less worry. As I checked my tweets and free'd myself I heard voices. It had started to rain! The guys came in from the garden and parked in the lounge chatting loudly about the football, while my wife and my best mate's wife settled in the kitchen to tidying! They were inches from me, stood in the toilet with my hard, throbbing cock in hand! Needless to say I didn't really take a lot of touching to see that futile dribble of pre-cum emerge. ow I looked any of them in the face for the next three hours I don't know but they all commented on the fresh air had made me rosy cheeked!! [Oh my!]
The next morning, I awoke and said good morning to you Mistress as I prepared for our weekly sabbatical to church. Somehow, you knew. I don't know how, but you did. And as I checked my tweets just before communion began I saw your message "I wonder...do you got church...such a naughty place to edge"! I spent 40 minutes with the biggest ever hard on. It was almost painful I was so aroused. Made all the worse by the amount of people seated around me focussed so intently on their religion. It was such a strange feeling to be wished well as I left at the end knowing I was about to use the toilet to edge for your pleasure Mistress. I could hear the bells ringing and the laughs and jovial chatter of a congregation of 100+ plus as I pushed my cock toward that heavenly threshold only to be denied once more. Thankfully the toilets were on the way out of the church so I did not have to walk through too many to leave but I'm sure my face was a picture!
Later that day I tweeted to tell you of my whereabouts. I'd had a busy shopping day and was finishing the weekend with dinner at my parents. Your next tweet filled me with a feeling I couldn't describe. I was allowed to cum for you. Right now. At my parents. OMG! It was the only thing I could concentrate on.
I was in to the toilet in a flash. I laid a towel on the floor, grabbed hold of my cock and tugged frantically until I released, pleasure and pressure pushing out of my like a cyclone. I came so hard Mistress. I gasped out the words I knew were right: "Thank you, Mistress Magick". My hand was virtually overflowing with very hot cum. I'd never cum that much before. I looked at it, knowing I really didn't want to lick it up. I wasn't interested at all, but I knew I had to because you commanded it, Mistress. The taste is still indescribable, and I cannot say I enjoyed it, BUT for the fact I could feel myself growing aroused again as I licked in between my fingers.
Once settled and washed, I headed back to the lounge area. To my horror my mothers first words were "Were you talking to someone in the toilet?" They'd heard my gasp your name, Mistress! I explained, calmly I hope, that I'd taken a call from a friend whislt in there. But I knew my face was betraying my words; I could not halt the blush or feeling of utter embarrassment. Nor the throbbing in my trousers these feelings and the taste of cum in my mouth was provoking.
Ever yours, Mistress,
mKo
Monday, May 16, 2011
#MMDay Edging & Release Report
by mykinkyother
I'm really enjoying playing with "my kinky other" (mKo). Sending him off to edge on my whim, and to release in very naughty places, is reminding me of all the fun that I had with edward cantor in that regard, and exactly how hot and bothered having the right boy as my toy can make me.
In this case, mKo misunderstood my instructions that he was no longer allowed to touch after his release to mean that he had to ruin his orgasm as well.. to stop stroking as soon as he passed that point of no return, so that he was not allowed the full pleasure and satisfaction of his orgasm.
I don't usually "believe" in ruined orgasms. Since the energy and pleasures of all releases are to be dedicated to me (if they are not in service of a wife/long-term partner), I expect them to be fully enjoyed, and in fact, my training is also intended to make them much more intense.
However, in this case, I found the ruined orgasm to be an interesting addition. I wonder if the feeling of submissiveness that it brought made it easier for him to consume his own cum. I think I may have to conduct a careful study of his reactions to different types of orgasms. ;-)
For now, enjoy his first report:
* * *
Mistress,
On Tuesday I was, rightly so, participating in #MMDay. I hadn't cum since the previous Friday so I was very horny. The instructions were to edge as much as we wanted to, and we were allowed a release within 24 hours as long as we stopped touching when we finally pushed over the edge. Consuming my cum was also a prerequisite.
I was excited as the idea of letting go at that point was entirely alien to me. Equally, i had only once before consumed my own cum. It is not something I enjoy, but the idea of being compelled to do so is....*shiver*...just delicious.
As the day wore on I had edged many times. I was using the single restroom at my work office. These edging sessions including a marathon 20 minute effort, in which I lost count of the times I pushed to "that" point but no further. My cock was literally throbbing with frustration, and I couldn't even touch myself by the end for fear of going too far. Every time I left the rest room I felt a burn of embarrassment; sure that my colleagues could see a bulge in my trousers where my denied and frustrated cock sat. Needless to say I was desperate to cum by the time I left for the day.
I arrived at the gym by 5:30. It was then I realised with horror: "I have a business dinner arranged!". How was I going to be able to take my permission for a ruined orgasm if I had no time to myself?
Mistress, you had plenty of ideas in store for me! I tweeted whilst on the treadmill to report my potential failure to follow your instructions and the reasons why.
Your suggestion? Of course, I was to take myself to the restroom and finish there. Ensuring that I consumed my load of course. I instantly got hard and had to stop the treadmill, feigning cramp to hide my embarrassment! Surely it wasn't possible! But the more I thought on it, the more your words of command burned into my subconscious. By the time I finished my workout and arrived at the restaurant I was unable to think of anything else.
[I loved when he tweeted about his reaction on the treadmill. It made me so warm, and, of course, after such an intense reaction to my simple suggestion, I had to have him follow through and do it! ~ M ]
My mind reeled with the possibilities that lay before me. If my reaction was this strong, would you make a habit of commanding me to do this kind of thing more? [Oh, most definitely! ;-)] What if my colleagues noticed something was amiss? Could I do what I needed to in the restroom without attracting attention? Arrrgh!
After mostly inane chatter and business speak over the starter and main course I was unable to contain myself any longer. I yearned incandescently to do what you required of me. I excused myself and headed to the restroom.
I was familiar with these toilets as I'd lunched here before. It had a largish, well appointed single cubicle I could use. As I closed the door to the cubicle my heart was racing, my cock pushing it's way out of my jeans.
It didn't take long to reach the point of no return. I was careful to follow instructions. As my edge built, I stroked one further time and let go. My body shuddered as the peak of my orgasm built and faded, but the physical reaction could not be contained. "Thank you Mistress Magick" I gasped as four days of pent up sexual energy created an alarmingly LARGE load. I usually cum very hard but as I had released my cock my cum oozed forth rather than burst. I was desperate to touch myself again, to finish what I had started, but I didn't. I knew better.
I was in a strange place psychologically. Usually after I have cum I switch off. My "horny button" resets, and I am no longer interested. But for some reason, this time it hadn't. Maybe it was the denied orgasm, maybe it was the setting and the circumstance. Probably it was both. I gazed at my handful of cum and the idea of consuming it just turned me on more and more despite my revulsion at the idea. As I lapped it up my cock began to swell again, and my face was a mask of confused emotion.
I eventually left the cubicle, washed my hands, departed the restroom and walked back through the restaurant to my table. I was convinced that all the eyes in the restaurant could see my shame! My cheeks felt on fire. The more I thought about it, the worse it got! Could my colleagues smell cum on my breath? What if I hadn't washed my hands properly? And all the time, the denial of my orgasm left me wanting more. I couldn't explain how I felt other than saying I wash awash in a sea of emotion that you had created for me Mistress. I was on a peculiar cloud nine and loving it.
Thank you Mistress.
Humbly yours,
mKo
In this case, mKo misunderstood my instructions that he was no longer allowed to touch after his release to mean that he had to ruin his orgasm as well.. to stop stroking as soon as he passed that point of no return, so that he was not allowed the full pleasure and satisfaction of his orgasm.
I don't usually "believe" in ruined orgasms. Since the energy and pleasures of all releases are to be dedicated to me (if they are not in service of a wife/long-term partner), I expect them to be fully enjoyed, and in fact, my training is also intended to make them much more intense.
However, in this case, I found the ruined orgasm to be an interesting addition. I wonder if the feeling of submissiveness that it brought made it easier for him to consume his own cum. I think I may have to conduct a careful study of his reactions to different types of orgasms. ;-)
For now, enjoy his first report:
* * *
Mistress,
On Tuesday I was, rightly so, participating in #MMDay. I hadn't cum since the previous Friday so I was very horny. The instructions were to edge as much as we wanted to, and we were allowed a release within 24 hours as long as we stopped touching when we finally pushed over the edge. Consuming my cum was also a prerequisite.
I was excited as the idea of letting go at that point was entirely alien to me. Equally, i had only once before consumed my own cum. It is not something I enjoy, but the idea of being compelled to do so is....*shiver*...just delicious.
As the day wore on I had edged many times. I was using the single restroom at my work office. These edging sessions including a marathon 20 minute effort, in which I lost count of the times I pushed to "that" point but no further. My cock was literally throbbing with frustration, and I couldn't even touch myself by the end for fear of going too far. Every time I left the rest room I felt a burn of embarrassment; sure that my colleagues could see a bulge in my trousers where my denied and frustrated cock sat. Needless to say I was desperate to cum by the time I left for the day.
I arrived at the gym by 5:30. It was then I realised with horror: "I have a business dinner arranged!". How was I going to be able to take my permission for a ruined orgasm if I had no time to myself?
Mistress, you had plenty of ideas in store for me! I tweeted whilst on the treadmill to report my potential failure to follow your instructions and the reasons why.
Your suggestion? Of course, I was to take myself to the restroom and finish there. Ensuring that I consumed my load of course. I instantly got hard and had to stop the treadmill, feigning cramp to hide my embarrassment! Surely it wasn't possible! But the more I thought on it, the more your words of command burned into my subconscious. By the time I finished my workout and arrived at the restaurant I was unable to think of anything else.
[I loved when he tweeted about his reaction on the treadmill. It made me so warm, and, of course, after such an intense reaction to my simple suggestion, I had to have him follow through and do it! ~ M ]
My mind reeled with the possibilities that lay before me. If my reaction was this strong, would you make a habit of commanding me to do this kind of thing more? [Oh, most definitely! ;-)] What if my colleagues noticed something was amiss? Could I do what I needed to in the restroom without attracting attention? Arrrgh!
After mostly inane chatter and business speak over the starter and main course I was unable to contain myself any longer. I yearned incandescently to do what you required of me. I excused myself and headed to the restroom.
I was familiar with these toilets as I'd lunched here before. It had a largish, well appointed single cubicle I could use. As I closed the door to the cubicle my heart was racing, my cock pushing it's way out of my jeans.
It didn't take long to reach the point of no return. I was careful to follow instructions. As my edge built, I stroked one further time and let go. My body shuddered as the peak of my orgasm built and faded, but the physical reaction could not be contained. "Thank you Mistress Magick" I gasped as four days of pent up sexual energy created an alarmingly LARGE load. I usually cum very hard but as I had released my cock my cum oozed forth rather than burst. I was desperate to touch myself again, to finish what I had started, but I didn't. I knew better.
I was in a strange place psychologically. Usually after I have cum I switch off. My "horny button" resets, and I am no longer interested. But for some reason, this time it hadn't. Maybe it was the denied orgasm, maybe it was the setting and the circumstance. Probably it was both. I gazed at my handful of cum and the idea of consuming it just turned me on more and more despite my revulsion at the idea. As I lapped it up my cock began to swell again, and my face was a mask of confused emotion.
I eventually left the cubicle, washed my hands, departed the restroom and walked back through the restaurant to my table. I was convinced that all the eyes in the restaurant could see my shame! My cheeks felt on fire. The more I thought about it, the worse it got! Could my colleagues smell cum on my breath? What if I hadn't washed my hands properly? And all the time, the denial of my orgasm left me wanting more. I couldn't explain how I felt other than saying I wash awash in a sea of emotion that you had created for me Mistress. I was on a peculiar cloud nine and loving it.
Thank you Mistress.
Humbly yours,
mKo
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