The Climax
Kneeling there beside her throne, I gaze up at Miss Vera nearly speechless.
This was indeed what I'd been waiting for, nay, hoping for, ever since she'd first drawn me into her web that night at the restaurant. To know that the time had seemingly come at last was nearly enough to knock me senseless.
Yet as she looked down at me, Miss Vera began to explain the terms which came with such an important and longed-for moment.
"You must know that there is a price. If I do this, if I allow you the release you so desperately crave, then I will own you, now and forever. There will be no turning back from this point on. Once you cum for me, you will belong to me for life. Is that clear, Edward?"
Mad with lust as I'd already been upon my arrival here, let alone after the teasing I'd already incurred, I would have happily agreed to anything Miss Vera said. Of course, I'd always known such a possibility was in the cards for me, or at the very least, had hoped so.
You see, from the moment I'd laid eyes upon her, a part of me had prayed the day would come in which Miss Vera would at long last grant me the honor and privilege of truly serving her. Of truly becoming her devoted slave. And now, it seemed the time had come.
What else could I say?
"Yes, Miss Vera. I understand."
Some might say that I didn't, not really, especially given the state of mind I was in and had been in for quite some time. Yet the truth was, whether I did or not, I didn't care. I wanted- no, needed, to cum for Miss Vera. To at long last spill my seed in tribute to her and her alone. I'd spent so much time edging for her, being denied over and over again, that to turn away from an opportunity of release seemed downright foolish.
Whatever consequences lay before me when all was said and done, they would be worth it.
Miss Vera smiled at my submission, then gently tugged on my leash. "Very well, Edward... Stroke your little dicklet for me."
I didn't need to be told twice. By this point, such an act was second nature to me, especially where she was concerned.
Taking hold of my hard, aching cock, I slowly began to run my hand along it, up and down the shaft, the precum I'd already spilled for Miss Vera allowing me to glide my hand along without the slightest difficulty. And though I hoped she would touch it as well, I knew that if she wished to see me stroke for her first, then that's exactly what I would do.
As I stroked, I found it rather strange to realize that, if I were at home right now, I'd likely be doing the very same thing. My daily ritual of edging for Miss Vera morning and night had started up again in full force the moment she had allowed me to, and having the opportunity to do it for her in person filled me with utter bliss.
Staring at her lovely image on my computer screen whilst I edged my cock was one thing. Gazing up at her beautiful leather-clad body as I did the deed was something else entirely. Knowing that Miss Vera was right there, watching me stroke from her seat upon her throne, only made me harder than I already was.
Yet much as I wanted to cum, I also didn't want this moment to end.
All the time I'd spent edging for her had been leading up to this moment in more ways than one, and I realized that she'd wanted me to be able to withstand a fair amount of teasing prior to blowing my load. Miss Vera had been training me to make sure that wouldn't happen.
In retrospect, I was quite pleased that she had. Otherwise, I likely would have finished long ago, and we both would have been disappointed.
I continued to stroke my cock slowly, just as I did at home, and Miss Vera watched me with academic interest. Her eyes were locked on the repetitive motion of my hand as it moved up and down my shaft from my balls to the tip and back again, noting the increase in precum production which came hand-in-hand with my edging.
A small moan escaped from my lips, yet before I could truly enjoy the pleasure now beginning to make itself known throughout my body, Miss Vera tugged hard at my leash, pulling me out of my brief reverie and back to reality. "Stop. I think you're enjoying yourself a bit too much, Edward..."
Letting go of the leash, she rose from her throne and walked out of the room, leaving me both confused and a little concerned. I could clearly hear her bootheels clicking along the floor of the dungeon, and after a moment, realized that Miss Vera was heading back the way we'd come.
Back towards the implements of punishment.
I shuddered in despair, unsure as to what such a thing could mean yet knowing that it was unlikely to be pleasant for me. I could hear her stop for a moment, and then the sound of her heels returned, growing closer by the second. She was on her way back, and I knelt there waiting with bated breath to see just what Miss Vera had picked out and why.
As she stepped through the doorway, my eyes widened at the sight of the riding crop in her gloved hand. With a wicked grin, Miss Vera stepped past me and returned to her seat, then picked up the leash once more. "You may continue, Edward."
With a gulp, I did as she ordered, taking hold of my now slightly-less erect cock, stroking it slowly even as my gaze lingered on the crop she was holding in her other hand. It was clear that she had every intention of using it on me, even if I wasn't quite certain why just yet.
After a few minutes, my cock returned to its previous, rock-hard state, and the moment it did, the sting of the crop as it smacked the tip of my erection sent an unexpected shot of pain throughout my body. I nearly let out a scream, though I managed to hold it in even as I slowly came to understand just what was going in.
Miss Vera was going to let me cum, yes, but on her terms. And if she wished to inflict pain on me along the way, then she would do so.
And she did.
While I continued to stroke, Miss Vera would occasionally attack my unprotected nether regions with her crop. The tip of my cock, the uncovered parts of my shaft, even my balls, not a single spot was spared from her assault. And while I tried my best not to cry or scream, more than once a groan of pain slipped out, much to Miss Vera's enjoyment.
"You need to earn your orgasm, Edward," she said quite matter-of-factly after another smack upon my precum-covered tip. "After all, such pleasure doesn't come for free..."
I groaned as the crop struck once more, my cock continuing to leak regardless of the pain coursing through it and me. And just when I thought that perhaps I could handle it, just when I believed that the assault on my erection was as bad as it could possibly get, my Goddess changed her tactics.
My hand was mid-stroke when the crop came down once again, not on my cock as I'd come to expect, but on my bare ass cheek instead. I squealed in shock at the sensation, and Miss Vera giggled at my reaction. Though it was not the first time she'd seen fit to punish my bottom in such a way, I'd expected it then. This time it had come as such a surprise that I nearly stopped edging my cock.
But I dared not do such a thing. Not unless Miss Vera told me to.
This little game continued for quite some time, though how long I can't say for sure for the room lacked a clock. Me, stroking my ever-aching cock, and Miss Vera striking me with her crop, switching between my erection, my balls and my bottom whenever the urge took her.
