Ruined Orgasm or Continuously Milked - I couldn't tell. (FEMDOM m/f) - part 3
After my facial was completed, I was instructed that I could take a few minutes to myself, whatever that meant, as I was still tied tightly to the floor or table, or whatever the hell I was strapped to. Dick still locked down, balls tied tight, and I could imagine the whole package purple with veins sticking out like some sort of silicon product you could buy online. I was offered a drink, I wasn't sure how long the session had been going on for, as time was totally elusive to me in my current situation. I was sure however, that I NEEDED a drink, so I gladly accepted when, even through a straw, I was given the opportunity to drink as much as I wanted. As I did relax a little, I realized that the white noise was gone from my ear buds, and had been replaced by some hypnotic music or trance rhythm. How long that had been playing, I had no idea, but it was much better than just listening to static. As I was slowly starting to enjoy the rhythm and just the idea of how I must look to my Mistress, I started to get aroused more than ever. I know how she liked this look, and I know how she loved to torture and play with her Toys, this excited me more than anything. This was apparently very noticeable to my goddess, because as she was sponging me down from the events that had transpired so far, the 'music' stopped, and a voice announced,
"My Toy, I can see that you have recaptured your imagination and excitement level has been regained. This is good, for me, but for you, I was about to give you a 15 minute real break, but I guess we may continue now."
Immediately after the voice was gone, and the hypnotic trance returned, I felt a whack on the tip of my dick. Since I had no longer a ball gag, or penis gag, in my mouth, I inadvertently let out a yelp, that I truly did NOT mean to be that audible with. Of course, this gained me another whack because of my disobedience to my first rule of "no talking", even though a yelp is not really a word, it counted in my Mistress' dictionary apparently. I was sure not to make the same mistake again, and while the second hurt more than the first, not a 'word' was let out of my mouth. Mistress was apparently pleased with how I handled the second whack, as there were no more to follow.
After my drink, sponging, and punishment, I realized that my ass was still stuffed with something, that had now begin to vibrate intensely. To be fair, it could have been doing that the entire time, and I just didn't notice because of all the other stimulation, so I was not sure exactly if it had been turned "up", or just turned "on". While I was debating with my brain on this topic, I could feel hands, but not really skin, start to massage my dick and balls once more, with lotion, oil, cream, or something along those lines. The substance that was being used was very strong and began to make them all tingle, and at the same time, feel 'cold' as well. I was guessing now, that what had been applied was some type of sports cream, and it was only a matter of minutes, before the sensation was going to be overwhelmingly either excruciating, or exhilarating. Around the same time, my mind started to feel very 'free', I started to guess, and privately "thank" my Mistress for what I believe happened. Mixed in with my drink, was some form of relaxant, maybe a small does of cannabis liquid, that would allow me to be more free and open. While again, I was very thankful for that, I was also starting to wonder "why now", would she need do that; until the sensations kicked in full blast with my dick, balls, and ass and I am pretty sure I started to orgasm and shoot a load that I had never done before all over my body. It was incredible, and the best part about it, is, I didn't feel like I completed 'the orgasm', as my Mistress was ready and as soon as I started, I believe she had tighten a rope around my dick and balls to "block" the release. I had to use my "YELLOW" safe word, and true to her word, all activities stopped and I could hear a timer begin - which I assumed was my 15 minutes of rest. Now, while I really needed this rest, the problem with the timing on me using this "time-out" was, I still had a vibrating device in my ass, and some type of heating cream on my dick and balls.
I know I zoned out for a bit during the 15 minutes, because before I knew it, my attention was reestablished with a "WHACK" on my balls, a direct hit, that definitely brought me back to reality. The trance music stopped, and an announcement was given,
"Toy, that is your first pause, you made it a long way before using it, to that, I am impressed and since I am impressed, let me share with you what has transpired so far."
I have to admit that I was very interested in hearing this, and that, while I could not wait for this information, once again, my dick and balls were on fire, ass being vibrated to a point where, I basically could not really tell how fast, or slow, the vibrations were.
"We are 4 hours into our weekend"
When I heard that, I almost audibly questioned it, there was NO WAY, this had only been 4 hours. That realization hit like a ton, which again, secretly excited me I guess as, even through all the pain, I started to feel the sensation of another orgasm take place which I was fighting as best I could. She continued,
"and so far, you were inspected and found that you did an adequate job of complying with your shaving obligations. You were told this upon the completion of your inspection, but I am sure you do not really remember that announcement."
What was interesting with this comment was, yes, I did remember that announcement, but to me, it had been days ago, not hours.
"You have been milked 3x's, and contrary to what I would have thought, you have done an excellent job. I am not sure you remember the 2
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