0 comments/ 71060 views/ 2 favorites A Surprise Ending... By: wikidkul A Surprise Ending To A Normal Evening We were sitting in the family room watching TV. It was just another Saturday night at home. There was nothing on but trading spaces. I was resigning myself to watching it. When you got up and said " I need to go get a few things, be naked when I get back." You quickly disappeared upstairs and I was left a little dumbfounded. Well this seamed like no time to disobey your request. So I took my clothes off and sat to wait for your return. When you appeared wearing your fleece robe and carrying a chair. You set the chair down and asked me to sit on it. Then taking some of my ties out of the pocket in your robe. First tying my hands behind my back, and to the chair. Then you tied my ankles to the legs on the chair. I realized that the chair was facing the couch. Then you disappeared; for what seamed like ten minutes, it was probably much less. When you returned you had my gym bag in your hand. It was placed next to the couch and was closed at the time. You then sat on the couch reaching over to grab the remote and turned off the TV. Then standing up turning around you took off the robe and placed it on the end of the couch. I must of sprang to life instantly, my penis that is maybe my senses too. You were wearing a corset with black stockings and black heels. You had panties on also, but must be planning on discarding them soon because they were on the outside of your stocking straps. As you started to open the bag, you looked up at me and asked if I liked what I saw. Well I thought it was obvious with my penis sticking up in the air saying, "Hey look at me." After rummaging around the bag for a while you must have gotten every thing where you wanted it. Then placed it on the floor next to where you were sitting. Looking up you smiled at me and told me that I seamed pretty happy so far. Reaching your hands up and cupping your breasts your eyes closed. Slowly the massage began. This continued with rubbing, and squeezing, lifting and pressing them against your chest. Then reaching in the cups of the corset you tweaked and pinched your nipples. I had notice a glistening of pre cum starting to form on the head of my penis already. All of a sudden you opened your eyes and stood up. Grabbing the top of your panties you turned around and slowly worked them down your thighs. In the process you bent over, giving me a great view of your beautiful ass. A tease of pubic hair on your pussy escaped into view. Once the panties were removed, and placed in to the bag you gave me the same view, only spreading you legs a bit this time. A hand appeared between your legs and rubbed back and forth very slowly. Then with both hands you reached back and spread your cheeks apart. Giving me a great view of you beautiful ass and pussy. Moving your hand back between your legs you ran a finger back and forth over your pussy spreading the lips. Then moving your finger back and forth a bit more before inserting it to in your pussy. In and out it moved then a second finger was added. The movements were becoming more forceful, and then a third (I wasn't sure if your whole hand was going to end up in you or not at this point). Soon you removed your hand and slowly turned around and sat on the couch. Bringing you hand to your mouth and began liking your fingers clean. Then you reached into the bag and removed a bottle of KY. Looking over to me you asked if I was enjoying the show so far. Then before I could reply you said that it looks as if Mr. Happy couldn't hold his liquid. I looked down, and pre-cum was now leaking down the shaft. Unfazed you began to open the bottle of KY and apply some to your hand and pussy. Then went back to work rubbing your pussy and pulling the lips apart. Slowly pushing two fingers in and out. You worked on you pussy with one hand, and were rubbing your breast with the other. Every once in a while you would rub your clit for a few seconds. Then your fingers would sink back in. This beautiful scene unfolded for about another five minutes. You sat up a bit and reached into the bag and took out a small vibrator. You laid back and slowly ran the vibe back and forth across your neck. Then it moved down your chest, and around your breasts. Slowly it moved back, and forth around, and around. Soon it was moving down to your sweet pussy. Your feet are resting on the table, legs bent at the knee, and beginning to spread more. Across, and down your leg the little hummer went. Moving freely up one leg, and then the other. Stopping only briefly in the middle before moving on. At this point you stopped, and bent over to reach into the bag again. You pulled out a big dong, and moved it to your mouth. Sticking your tongue out you licked it and sucked on the tip a few times. Then you reached in the bag and grabbed the KY. Applying it liberally to the dong stroking your hand up and down on it a few times. It was moved down to your pussy, I thought that I was going to burst. Then you started sliding up, and down over your pussy. It was positioned at the opening and slowly inch-by-inch it disappeared into you. It then reappears, only to be pushed back in. Eventually the thrusts become faster, pumping into you fully. You Look so hot, and sexy. Your legs spread with that big dong sliding in, and out of you. Soon it was long strokes, and then it started moving in and out more like a piston. Suddenly the vibe was on your clit, and you pressed it firmly against your clit. I watched as you rubbed it back, and forth. Your legs started to raise and move in closer to your chest. All of a sudden you started to shake wildly while rubbing your clit and ramming the dong into you. Then you stopped, slowly lowering your legs to the ground, sitting up, and opening your eyes. Looking at me you walked over with the dong still in you, and kneeled in front of me. You started licking my balls, which were now covered with pre-cum. Slowly licking up, and down the shaft before taking it in your mouth. Moving you tongue back down to my balls you were licking, and sucking them while stroking my dick. Sensing I was about ready to blow you moved back up to the head. Bobbed a few before I exploded in you mouth. Your head moved back a bit as I exploded and a little cum escaped from the side of you mouth. Once I finished you pulled off and put a finger to the side of your mouth, and wiped the cum onto your finger. Then licked it off like it was your favorite flavor. You leaned back, now sitting on your bottom. Spread your legs and slowly pulled the dong out of your pussy, and tossing it aside. Looking up at me you said well I guess that you have had enough of a rest. My dick was now standing at full attention. You untied me and bent over the couch, and invited me in. saying only if I thought had the energy to go on? Well not to be one that would every pass up this opportunity. I placed my raging hot hard on to the opening, and thrust right in. I figured that you were pretty well lubed up at this point. Grabbing your hips I slammed in, and out of you like a man on a mission. This must have gone on for ten minutes. You were clinching the pillows in front of you with your hands. I could see you biting your upper lip through the reflection in the mirror across the room. All to soon I finished almost falling back. As I stepped back I could see our juices starting to seep down your legs. You turn to me we held each other, and kissed softly. Then we broke it off and noticed that it was all most four in the morning. You pick up your props and stuck them in the bag. I turned off the lights, put the chair away, and lock the doors. We did our nightly duties and headed up to bed. Neither of us had any problem getting to sleep that night. A Surprise Ending I climbed the steps to Mistress Seoul's second floor studio with great anticipation. This was our third meeting, and each previous session had been amazing. She was an Asian beauty, of medium height and relatively voluptuous. I knocked, and almost immediately the door opened a foot to reveal her smiling face peeking around the edge of the door. She stepped back to let me in, and immediately closed and locked the door behind me. She greeted me with a quick hug, and asked me if I needed to use the rest room or wanted some water. I declined both, and she sat down on a large armchair. Mistress Seoul didn't look like a dominatrix at the moment. She was wearing a red silk robe with decorative embroidery. The small anteroom we were in gave no hints either -- it was a tiny but cozy sitting room, lit by a few electric candles. Her black hair cascaded around her shoulders, and she looked both at ease and gorgeous as she inspected me. "First, off with the clothes. You know where they go." Like most mistresses, she always had a pre-session chat. The second time, though, she had me undress first, and the plan seemed to be the same for this one. I quickly shed my clothes, hanging them on a hook on the opposite wall and placing my shoes on the floor underneath them. Mistress gestured to a pillow on the floor near her feet, saying, "Have a seat, get comfortable." She liked her subs nude and below her, but at least she didn't go in for uncomfortable kneeling positions with one's head on the floor. After a few pleasantries about the weather and my trip to her city, she outlined her plan. "By now, I know what you like and what turns you off. I have a good idea of your tolerance for discomfort and pain. You enjoy the sensual and erotic aspects of BDSM, and you enjoy an orgasm far more than orgasm denial. That's not unusual, of course, but some clients..." She didn't finish the sentence. "Your email said you wanted me to push your boundaries, and closed with, 'surprise me!'" I can do both, but that means we can't discuss too many details up front. Still good?" I assured her that her plan was fine so far. "So," she continued, "I need to be sure one part of the plan is OK with you. We've always used a safe word which, if you used it, caused me to stop whatever I was doing immediately. For most of our session, we'll continue to do that. If something is too painful, or if you think I'm going to make you orgasm before I'm ready, you can use your safe word." "But, when we get to one part of the session, the safe word protocol changes. If you use it, I will continue what I'm doing for 60 seconds. I'll let you know when we are almost there, and if you use it again, I will stop after 60 more seconds. If you don't use it again, we keep going and start a new cycle." "That means that your safe word won't stop me for two minutes. Or longer, if you change your mind before you say it again. That may seem scary, but I can assure you of a couple of things. First, while we are using this protocol, I won't be doing anything that can injure you or even cause you pain that will last after I stop. Second, as with everything I do, I'll be keeping an eye on your responses and if I feel there's any kind of emergency, I'll stop with or without a safe word. But, I know what I'm doing and I don't expect any emergencies. The activity I have in mind may be intense, but it's also quite harmless." I thought about her suggestion for a moment. Going into a session without a safe word that would stop things immediately was something I had never done before, but I trusted Mistress Seoul's judgment and skill completely. So, I didn't think for long. Casting caution and doubts to the wind, I agreed to her terms. "Excellent!" she said with a big smile, "You won't regret it. At least, I hope not!" She followed the last statement with a wink, which I hoped meant she was kidding. We both stood, and she showed me to an interior door. The next room was larger and somewhat brighter. Restraints, ropes, and all types of floggers and paddles hung from hooks on the walls. An X-shaped cross stood at one end of the room, and a small electric hoist hung from the ceiling nearby. Various bulky gear was pushed against the walls. The center of the room was dominated by a padded table. The table looked rather like a large massage table, but it had a few interesting features. Steel rings were located every few inches in the wood beams that supported the padded top. These, I knew, made attaching restraints simple and fast. They could be used with metal clips or with ropes equally well. It was a bit larger than a typical massage table, and appeared to be unusually sturdy. "We're going to use just the table today," she said, "so we won't have any interruptions to change equipment or positions. In some sessions, those little breaks are good. Today, though, the action is going to be non-stop." With another wink, she added, "For better or worse." She instructed me to sit on the edge of the table, and rapidly attached leather wrist and ankle restraints. This was her usual approach, as the rings on the restraints made changing setups faster than complicated rope work. Then, she surprised me by adding a thick belt around my waist and a pair of leather thigh restraints. "Get on the table, on your back," she instructed. When I was centered to her satisfaction, she clipped my wrists to the waist belt. She proceeded to use nylon bands to attach the waist belt to the table, and then the thigh and ankle restraints. From the waist down, I was quite immobile, though I could move my upper torso a bit. "We're not done yet," she said, and pulled a thick roll of pink plastic wrap off a nearby shelf. She first wrapped my stomach and ribs, encircling me and the table multiple times. When the number of layers seemed sufficient, she surveyed her work. The wrap didn't get as high as my nipples, and she gave one, then the other, a slightly painful pinch. She immediately proceeded to repeat the procedure with my thighs. If the restraints had allowed me a little wiggle room before, now I had none. I had been restrained many times before, often in helpless and inescapable postions, but never had I been immobilized so completely. I could move my head a little, and wiggle my fingers in the gap between the upper and lower wraps, but nothing else budged. My Mistress stood back to survey her work. Satisfied, she said, "I guess it's safe to do this..." With that, she undid her robe, slipped it off her shoulders, and tossed it aside. To my surprise, she was wearing just a corset, nothing else. In past sessions, she had remained completely covered, one time in a latex catsuit and the other in a PVC minidress with a matching thong. "You didn't know that I'm a bit of an exhibitionist," she said. "I only let that side of me come out on special occasions, though, and only when my slave is particularly helpless." "Your bondage is even more complete than usual. Unfortunately, it doesn't give me access to your ass. You know I enjoy that -- there's nothing that makes me feel more in charge than being inside a helpless slave." "But, tonight, I'm going to focus only on a few parts of you... your cock, for starters..." With that, she raked her nails across my cock and balls. My cock swelled just a bit, but she didn't continue. "Your nipples, just a bit..." As she said that, she reached out with both hands, and gave each nipple a prolonged squeeze. It hurt, though not too badly. Despite the discomfort, my cock seemed to have a mind of its own and responded a bit more. "And, of course, your brain..." In one smooth move, she leaped onto the table, put one foot on either side of me, and positioned her exposed pussy and ass inches above my face. "Don't even think about raising your head," she cautioned. Glancing back at my stiffening cock, she chuckled. "Well, I guess you are thinking about it, but don't you dare do it... Your brain is your most powerful sex organ, and we'll work that a little tonight, too." She gracefully climbed off the table and stood next to me. Then, turning her back to me, she began organizing various implements on an adjacent table. She leaned over at her waist, again exposing her bare bottom. I was sure she was doing that just to taunt and excite me. "We're going to work with very few interruptions tonight," she said. "I want to maintain the intensity of what we are doing, and not give you a chance to relax. Or, this a chance to relax..." she said, giving my cock a flick with her finger. Reaching behind her, she grabbed a length of round, shoelace-type cord. Quickly, she looped it around the base of my cock a couple of times, then my balls, and then tied the ends snugly. Raking her nails up the length of my cock, she watched it begin to engorge. The tie, I knew, would tend to keep me harder than usual and make it more difficult for my erection to subside. Once again, she pinched both nipples, hard and long. She looked into my eyes as she did that, but I didn't know if she was gauging my tolerance for the pain or daring me to use our safeword. She quickly turned to her table and, when she turned back, she held an electrical device emitting a low buzzing sound. She brought it to my nipples, and I felt a mild prickling sensation. It wasn't unpleasant or painful. She moved it to my balls, and then, bit by bit, up my cock. When she reached the head, she lingered a bit, touching different spots and then withdrawing it. "That's not too bad, is it?" she prompted. "No, Mistress," I replied. With that, she reached around and turned a knob. Now, as she touched my cock, the mild prickling became a little zap. She proceeded to tour my exposed bits again, ending with my nipples. When she again turned the dial, I suspected the zap would turn into a more painful sensation. It did. Now, she held the probe away from me, bringing it in to touch, or nearly touch, me for just a second at a time. Each touch cause a flinch or involuntary jerk on my part, at least as much of a jerk as my restraints would allow. Through this, my cock got even harder. "You seem to like this," she said. She placed the electrical device back on the her table. "Maybe you need even more electricity." She proceeded to place what I knew were electrode pads at the head of my cock, down the shaft, and on my thighs. She must have had everything set up, as in a few seconds I felt a pulsing tingle in my cock. I've had different electrostim devices used on me, and the sensations ranged from painful or annoying to interesting and unusual. None were overly erotic, and after a few tries I didn't suggest them when discussion session plans. As my Mistress played with the controls, I was happy that the sensations were a sort of gentle thrumming that weren't unpleasant. They felt almost like a vibration, and there was a sensation of motion. "How does that feel?" "Interesting," I replied. Smiling, she continued to play with the controls. The sensations shifted, and grew stronger and weaker. As a few minutes passed, she focused on my face while adjusting the controls. I felt a more powerful sensation in the head of my cock. It was as if there was something inside the head, producing an odd vibrating motion. The sensation was slightly uncomfortable due to its power but was also more pleasurable than other electrostim feelings I'd had. "I think we found your hot button," she giggled. She increased the intensity a bit more, and my whole body wiggled slightly under the restraints. "That feels really good," I admitted. For the first time ever, I thought I could be brought to orgasm by electricity alone. I was quite sure she wasn't ready for that, though, and I prepared to warn her that if she kept it up for much longer I'd be in danger of coming. She was focused intensely on my face, though, and before I could say a word, she ratcheted down the intensity. A few seconds later, she swiftly removed the electrodes and gave my cock a few strokes. "We seem to be enjoying ourselves," she chuckled. I couldn't disagree, as she had the evidence grasped in her hand. She proceeded to alternate discomfort, pain, and pleasure. She would rap my cock and balls lightly with a crop, then stroke them. A few times, she leaned over me and let her long hair brush against my exposed abdomen and cock. A stroke or two might be followed by a light slap. She continued this process of alternating pain and pleasure. At one point, after pinching both nipples hard and long, she leaned over and brushed her own firm nipples against the knuckles of my exposed but immobilized fingers. "Oops!" was all she said, with a sly smile. Through all this, my cock remained engorged and hard. During a normal session, the delays in changing equipment or restraints would cause my erection to wane before being aroused again. Not tonight, though. I was definitely excited and beginning to hope she'd release me soon. "You are staying nice and hard for me," she said, pointing out the obvious. She gave me some long, slow strokes, one after the other, that I thought might be leading to my desired finale. Then, as I felt the stirrings of an orgasm, or at least the precursor to one, she turned to her table and grabbed a ball gag. I was surprised, as she had never used a gag of any kind. I'm not a fan of gags, as they limit communication and, on one occasion, resulted in an earlier-than-expected orgasm when the mistress ignored my attempts to warn her I was getting close. In seconds, though, she had the ball in my mouth and the strap secured behind my head. She returned her attention to my cock, and began to explain. "I told you we'd have a different safeword arrangement during part of the session. That time is now. Your safeword is three quick grunts, uh-uh-uh. Let's hear it," she said. "Uh-uh-uh," I squeezed out around the gag. "Perfect," she continued. "Don't use it to warn me when you are going to come. I know you are going to come, because I'm going to make it happen. Got that?" I nodded that I understood. She gently played with my cock and balls. "Good. Use the safeword only if what I am doing is so intense you want me to stop. And remember, I won't stop right away. After sixty seconds, if you use the safeword again, I'll stop completely after another sixty seconds. If you don't use it at that point, we'll start over. Understand?" Once again, I nodded, though I was a bit confused. She seemed to be getting me ready to finish, not for more pain and pleasure play. I was in no position to control the flow of events, though, so I relaxed to let her do whatever she had planned. She released the cord constraining my cock and balls, and began to massage the areas that had been bound. The expanded circulation felt good, and her efforts meant that there was no danger of my erection going away without the binding. She drizzled a little oil into her hand and began stroking me more vigorously. After her lengthy teasing session, my excitement was at a peak. She watched my reactions, though, and didn't push me too fast. Once, when I was sure my orgasm was imminent, she slowed her efforts and I found that I hadn't quite hit the point of no return. Eventually, though, she smiled and said, "Now's the time..." And it was. She increased her speed and pressure, and rubbed the head with one hand while stroking the other to the base. I couldn't have stopped if my life depended on it, and I found myself groaning into the gag as my cock spurted and my hips tried unsuccessfully to thrust. Being so completely immobile was a strange sensation, but I let her hands do the work and soaked up the pleasurable sensations. As her hands slowed and my spasms ceased, I had forgotten about the safeword arrangement and was already thinking how pleasant a hot shower and a glass of wine would be after she got me off the table. My first inkling that we weren't done was when we were at the point where I expected her to stop stroking and head for the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth. She did neither. She kept stroking and even increased the pressure on my cock head a little. It still felt good, but it was beginning to get a little uncomfortable. Like most guys (and women, too), after an orgasm I usually experience a period of sensitivity where continued stimulation can be uncomfortable or even painful. I've occasionally asked partners to stop their efforts when I hit that point, as the transition can happen fairly quickly. She looked at me with an innocent expression on her face. "Was that good for you?" I nodded vigorously, but was also thinking that she should be wrapping things up. "Glad to hear that... but we're not quite done here," she said. With that, she looked deeply into my eyes and began stroking harder and faster. My discomfort ratcheted up in a major way. She held her gaze, and smiled. Was that an evil smile? Or just an "I'm in control" smile? Either way, she wasn't letting up. My glans was by far the most sensitive part of my cock, and she gave it special attention every few seconds. The discomfort was approaching pain, and the overall sensation was intense. There was a tiny underlying element of remembered pleasure there, but now the pain and overall intensity were driving me wild. I tried to squirm, and for the first time realized why she had bound me so securely. There was nothing I could do to lessen the intensity of what she was doing. I couldn't thrust, or squirm away, or do anything other than lie there as she tortured my ultra-sensitive cock. The sensations were approaching the point of being unbearable. I grunted three times quickly, knowing that even then I was a full two minutes away from salvation. "Giving up already? But we've just begun. OK, I'm watching the second hand on the clock." She continued vigorous stroking, and I hoped the time would go quickly. "Oh, I forgot to mention something... When you use the safeword a second time, I've still got a whole minute to torture you. And, I'll make that minute twice as intense as what you've had so far. So, I suggest you try and hold off." As she said that, her intensity decreased. She spent more time on my less-sensitive shaft, and reduced the pressure on my glans. It was almost bearable, and I feared what she had in store for me if I used the safeword again. "Decision in five seconds... three... two... one..." She looked at me intently. I stayed silent. After a few seconds, she burst into a big smile. "Great choice! I'm sooo glad we get to play some more!" With those words, she again resumed her more intense stroking. The sensations were soon unbearable. Every now and then she backed off a bit, as if she sensed I was ready to use the safeword again. But then, she'd start up again. I don't know how long that continued. I was almost in another world mentally. Perhaps that's what they call sub space, though I've never actually experienced that. When she peaked her pressure again, I grunted three times. "Oooh, giving up again? Remember my warning... you may be better off letting me play than forcing me to squeeze all of my enjoyment into one, final minute..." "Besides," she cooed, "I'm getting really excited by this!" She swiftly lifted herself onto the table, straddling my arms and facing my feet. She did this so quickly she barely let go of my cock. She kept gently stroking the shaft, mostly avoiding the super-sensitive head. "Can you tell how aroused I am?" She lowered her bare pussy to within a few inches of my face, saying, "Five seconds to decide... But I really am turned on." I looked longingly at her fully exposed pussy, and it did seem to glisten with moisture. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I detected the aroma of arousal, too. A Surprise Ending She edged her bottom a bit closer, and I began to lean my head upward, desperately trying to reach her with an extended tongue. Before I could make contact, she lifted herself out of reach and slid back down to the floor. "Thanks for not using your safeword again, now we can start over!" I realized that she had distracted me on purpose to extend her torture session. I groaned through my gag. She giggled. "Oh, did I distract you?" she asked with an innocent look on her face? I groaned and nodded, and all the while she played with my sensitive cock. Looking down at me, she said, "I guess if I couldn't keep you from using your safeword for five seconds with my gorgeous, wet pussy it would be time for me to hang up my whips and chains for good!" She gradually increased her intensity. Her hand slipped to my sensitive head more frequently, and with more pressure. Each time, I shook under my restraints. I lasted a few more seconds, and grunted three times again. "So soon? I wonder if I can convince you to let me keep going again..." She backed off the pressure and avoided the glans for a few seconds. "On second thought, though, I think you may really mean it this time. So, I have nothing to gain by giving you a break now. With that, she immediately increased her speed and pressure, and once again I groaned through the gag and struggled against my restraints. Again, as we approached my deadline, she slowed things down in the hope I'd be persuaded to let her keep going. "Five seconds..." My decision time was here. I knew if I let her keep going, she'd increase her intensity again and again. I decided to take my chances, and when she said, "zero!" I emitted another three grunts. She made a little unhappy face, but then, glancing at the clock, warmed to the task of maximizing my torture for another minute. Grasping my cock firmly with her left hand, she began rubbing the head with her right. Her motion was what one might use to polish a brass doorknob. My hips strained so hard I thought I might break the restraints. I groaned and bucked, though my head was the only part of me that actually moved. After a few seconds, she changed to a vigorous stroking motion focused on my glans. Her hand pumped so quickly it was almost a blur. The painful sensations increased in frequency. I wondered how much time was left, though I knew most of the final minute still lay ahead of me. Then, I felt something different. Her high speed stroking hadn't changed, but I felt another sensation building inside me. In the midst of this painful stimulation, I was having another orgasm! It didn't take long to build, and within a second or two I felt the contractions and twitching. I looked toward my cock and saw a tiny dribble of come emerge. The orgasm wasn't the normal explosion of pleasure. The discomfort of the motion and pressure on my glans actually increased as my orgasm peaked. But, underneath that, there was a tiny bit of good sensation, a sort of tickle of pleasure. This tickle was less powerful than the pain but seemed to offset it a bit. "Whoa, did you just come again?" my Mistress asked, looking down at her still pumping fist. I nodded, even as I continued to groan through the gag. I thought she might let up, but she didn't. "Awesome, I'm glad to see you are enjoying yourself!" she said with a smile, as she watched me writhe and moan. Suddenly, she stopped, saying simply, "Time's up!" The pain ceased immediately. I found I was perspiring and shivering a little. "That's the adrenaline making you shiver. Don't worry, it will go away in a few minutes." She reached for a handful of wet wipes and cleaned up the results of my two orgasms. She then began to cut the plastic wrap with a pair of surgical scissors. "That second forced orgasm was a surprise," she said. "Really young guys do that sometimes, but get beyond your 20s and it's less likely. Plus, the painful sensations often overwhelm the feelings that lead to an orgasm." With the wrap gone, she started undoing my other restraints. "Now you know why I needed to fully immobilize you, especially your hips. I've tried this with simple spread-eagle restraints, and there's too much motion. It makes it hard for me to work, and increased the chance of some kind of muscle strain or injury." She smiled. "Plus, I really enjoy the feeling of control I have when your cock is in my hand and you can't move at all, even a tiny bit." "So, what do you think of post-orgasm torture? I couldn't really explain too much in advance without ruining the surprise." "Intense," I replied. I still wasn't sure how I felt about it, though my body was now relaxed and I felt a bit euphoric. The shivering seemed to be abating, and, as my Mistress had promised, there was no lingering pain at all in my groin area. My now-flaccid cock felt fine, if somewhat spent. "You did very well," she said. "It varies a lot. I had one guy who didn't get sensitive after he came, and just looked more and more bored. Another guy was so sensitive I stopped the session after just a minute total. I was afraid he'd pass out or worse. But you are in that sweet spot -- very sensitive, so the torture really is torture, but with that underlying bit of pleasure. I was able to keep you pretty hard for the whole process, which makes everything work better. It's not absolutely necessary, I've made limp penises come, but the sensations are usually stronger when it's hard." She had finished removing the final restraint, and helped me sit up. "Take your time standing up," she cautioned, "I don't want to get this far and have you go down on me." She giggled, glancing down at her still-uncovered crotch. "Oops, I meant fall to the floor, silly! I'm not usually this exposed in front of an unrestrained sub, but I don't think you are quite ready to get frisky. Not quite up to it, I don't think." I stood and she directed me to the bathroom to clean up and dress. When I emerged, she was in her robe again, still looking lovely. "Think you are up to try that again sometime? Maybe with a longer safeword time? Or," she said with a sly smile, "with no safeword at all? Would you put me in complete control, to torture you as long as I wanted?" I didn't reply immediately, and she grinned. "You'd be getting hard right now thinking about that if I hadn't drained you so completely. You know that your biggest turn-on is me being in control. You got hard the first time I tied you to my table, before I even touched you. Just imagine being completely helpless, unable to move, no safeword to fall back on, with me doing whatever I want to your cock... I certainly find that exciting!" "Don't answer me now... Think about it. We'll see how you feel by your next session." She led me to the door, and with a quick hug, we parted. A few days passed, and I found my feelings about our session evolving. My first reaction had been to never repeat the post-orgasm torture phase. When my Mistress was abusing my sensitive cock, I wanted nothing more than for her to stop. If I had been able to use a normal safeword, I would have done so. But as the days passed, I seemed to focus less on the pain and more on the delicious sensory overload of her pushing past my orgasm and continuing to stimulate me. Even the second orgasm, which had been more painful than pleasurable when it happened, in retrospect became more erotic. And the feelings of simultaneous relaxation and euphoria that followed our last session seemed far better than I had experienced with previous BDSM sessions. To my great surprise, I began to think seriously not only about letting my Mistress repeat the conclusion to our last session but giving her even more control. I wondered if I would be able to endure an even longer safeword delay time. I wondered, too, what my Mistress would do if I had no safeword at all. How long would she torture me? Would she vary the intensity and give me short breaks as she had done the first time? Or, with me unable to stop her, would she go for maximum intensity and maintain it? Would she know when it was really unbearable and stop? As I pondered these questions, her prediction came true: I began to stiffen involuntarily. Apparently, she understood me all too well. I took my physical reaction as an indicator of what I should do. Reaching for my phone, I called her to set up our next session. I wasn't quite sure what it would entail, but I was eager to find out.