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Subject: Under Control - part twenty-five
Date: Sat, 15 Oct 2005 13:32:37 +0000
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Under Control
by Victor Bruno.
part twenty-five
At last it was over and Delia surveyed Paul with considerable
satisfaction. Then she sat on the edge of the wooden bench and
began to play with him idly once more. Paul's reaction was
swift... the previous night's debauch seeming to have made no
difference, especially now that she had put that razor away.
"Do you realise, slave," she said as she squeezed the solid
root, "that when I have finished with you, you will not only be
unable to have a woman again, but neither will you be able to
play with yourself or even have an erection?"
Paul regarded her with disbelieving dismay, despite being aware
of the pleasure she was giving him.
"Oh n-no... no... mistress...." he gasped. "You c-can't mean
it....."
"Oh yes," replied Delia, "indeed I do. In view of that, for my
own amusement and pleasure, I have decided that I shall be the
last woman you will ever service."
Paul's nerves flared. With equal delight and terror, it seemed.
Delight of course; for the implication was that at long last he
was to have a 'fuck'.
But terror, oh such terror! Could she really mean it?
At least Gloria had occasionally released him from the
restrainer long enough to gain some amusement in 'exercising
it', before locking 'it' away again. Cruelly frustrating as that
was, it was at least something!
"You've got a nice big cock on you," she continued in that
casual way of hers, "so I might as well make use of it while
it's still big, and still available. Because it's going to
shrink soon slave!"
"M-Mistress.... oohh... mistress...." croaked Paul, in
almost childlike tones of wonder.
The thought that he was actually going to be in a woman again
(after what seemed a lifetime), was like wine in his veins. The
implications of her words and the horrors that might follow
receded into the distance temporarily.
Grinning lustfully as she looked down upon her victim, Delia
knelt and straddled him. She took his root and ran his knob along
the wet-warm cunt lips.
"M-Mistress...." he croaked again, every nerve seemingly
alight.
Delia sank down on to him with a soft sigh. "Don't you dare
come till I tell you," she said. "Because I've got the cane
ready for you if you do!"
Paul did not think he could recall a more ecstatic moment.
After all the months of frustration and denial at Gloria's
hands, to feel the clinging-melting softness of a luscious young
woman again was almost unbearably wonderful. He looked into her
face to see lust had transformed her features.
"Don't you dare look at me like that, dildo," she cruelly
ordered, making it plain that he was there purely for her
pleasure. "Eyes submissively lowered, slave," she insisted.
He shuddered groaning aloud, aware, through half closed eyes, of
Delia's quivering breasts just above his face. Already she had
begun to rise and fall on his erect ramrod, with an easy sinuous
motion.
For a few moments, panic as well as pleasure gripped Paul. How
could he endure such delight for long? For as long as Delia
wanted? He gritted his teeth and groaned again, summoning all the
added strength of will his experiences had given him.
Delia moved faster, beginning to pant, and Paul realised that the
crisis was at hand for him. He fought with every fibre of his
being as Delia jerked convulsively in her first orgasm. How
surprisingly quickly it had come, he thought, before remembering
for how long he had been titillating her with his tongue.
Then, to his infinite relief, as Delia slowed again, sighing
softly with content, Paul seemed to gain a new lease of life.
Gradually he began to gain the kind of control which was
translated into an erection which he felt he could maintain for
quite a long time.
It was then he became aware of that his previous night's
debauch was standing him in good stead. Without those explosions
of relief he would never have achieved such a measure of control.
For a fleeting moment the idea occurred to him that being without
a restrainer the previous night might not have been an accident!
He sneaked a glimpse at Delia as if by way of confirmation of the
thought.
That Delia was overjoyed with the massive solidity of male flesh
he was presenting her with, there could be no doubt. You could
see it by the lust on her pretty face and the jerking-juddering
of her shapely haunches; you could hear it by the repeated gasps
and whimpers that came happily from her.
A second orgasm...
And, not much later, a third...
Her wriggling passage was liquid-velvet hot as it gripped
around Paul's upward jerking organ.
His brain... and his whole being... seemed on fire with the
fiercest sexual lust he could ever recall. Was that an
illusion, caused by long abstinence? Maybe. But what did that
matter, it was this experience that counted.
At one point he heard Delia panting in his ear. "I... I... wish I
personally... owned you... s-slave...." she said.
Momentarily disloyal, Paul ardently wished so too. For there was
no mistaking the implication of the remark, or the way she would
make use of him if she had indeed been his owner.
As it was, he was Gloria's. Hers were the ultimate decisions. And
it seemed that they had already been made. Would that Gloria
wanted to use him in this way!
"Now... NOW!" cried Delia exultantly at last... thrashing about
like an eel, jerking up and down, breasts bouncing madly.
Literally sobbing, Paul unleashed himself... the liquid lava of
his lust torrenting into Delia who collapsed in a quivering heap
upon him. It would, he thought dazedly... his mind and being
still reeling in complete ecstasy... have been a wonderful moment
to die.
Unfortunately for Paul, no such simple escape was open to him.
Other plans had been made and would be carried out!
Copyright: Victor Bruno.
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