Today my slave will receive a lesson in self control. I'm going to let him experience the sensation of my leather gloved hand stroking his erect cock to the very edge of ejaculation. He lives for this, and rightfully so. But I assure you, he will literally GROW to hate it.

To accompany this immense pleasure, of which he is hardly worthy, my pet will also have to endure the painful strikes of my harshest leather paddle. With his eyes clenched ever so tightly, the frustration of my slave mounts as he comes oh so close to a desperately desired orgasm, his first in several weeks. His e...

Today my slave will receive a lesson in self control. I'm going to let him experience the sensation of my leather gloved hand stroking his erect cock to the very edge of ejaculation. He lives for this, and rightfully so. But I assure you, he will literally GROW to hate it.

To accompany this immense pleasure, of which he is hardly worthy, my pet will also have to endure the painful strikes of my harshest leather paddle. With his eyes clenched ever so tightly, the frustration of my slave mounts as he comes oh so close to a desperately desired orgasm, his first in several weeks. His erection swells larger and harder as I stroke him with my gloved hand. Just as quickly, his erection goes as I follow up with a few sharp, excruciating strikes of my paddle on his ass.

Like fire and ice, the contrast between a paddled ass and a fondled cock make for a clear and unmistakable delineation between pain and pleasure. At times, I will completely confuse his sensitive psyche by paddling and stroking him simultaneously. Agony or ecstasy? I'm sure not even my pet can decide between the two.

Ultimately, this pitiful slave will beg me for the supreme privilege of having an orgasm in my presence. But his pleas will be ignored and left to be considered another day. I will leave his arms suspended upward just as his cock remains so. I do not yet see fit to end his weeks of chastity and frustration. Perhaps in another month or so. We shall see.