She giggled as she dropped to the pillow at my feet. “Ok! First, let’s find out what kind of stroking turns you on the most! There are many different possibilities and I want to be thorough, so this will take some time.”She ran her finger slowly up the underside of my shaft. Then she did it again, and yet again. She kept this up for so long I started to get worried.There was no way I was going to last as long as she wanted me to.Finally, she stopped and, now gripping my shaft, started to stroke me from the base of my cock to the tip. However, she didn’t slide her hand down after the upward stroke. She would let go and then start again with another excruciatingly slow upward stroke.I groaned as the third stroke began and she quickly looked up at me as she grabbed the little black box with her other hand.I tried to yell, “NO,” to let her know that she didn’t need to use the box yet, but it came out as more of an “MMMMMPHF!”Fortunately, she must have seen the look of desperation in my eyes because she stopped and asked, “Are you about to cum?”I quickly shook my head and she smiled.”You just got lucky! However, I think I’ll hold onto this, so my reaction can be faster next time! What do you think about that?”With the gag in my mouth, I couldn’t say anything, so I just groaned.She pressed and released the button quickly and I jumped and yelled in surprise!She laughed hard at her little joke but began to stroke me softly in consolation.”I’m Ümraniye Escort sorry baby,” she said, standing up, “but I couldn’t resist that! Watching you jump like that turns me on. Don’t hate me for having a little bit of fun!” Then she whispered in my ear, “Hate me later for making you beg for as long as I’m going to.” She stuck her tongue in my ear, licked it, and then bit me before kneeling back down on the pillow as I desperately fought the urge to groan.”Now, where were we? Oh, yes…” and she resumed the upward strokes.I started to count them because I was curious and also because I thought that maybe some mental activity would help curb my moaning tendencies!Somewhere around fifty strokes, she stopped and said, “Well done baby! I’m surprised I didn’t have to use the box on you yet! Let’s try a different stroke, shall we?” At this, she reversed what she had been doing and now every stroke was a downward one.What I had, of course, not let on was that I was indeed beginning to struggle with the stroking, and with the first downward stroke I couldn’t help but let out the smallest of groans.She looked at me sharply and started another stroke.I groaned louder.”Careful,” she said and she waved the box at me.The next stroke brought a groan tinged with a bit of desperation and she must have picked up on the change in tone because midway through the next stroke(and groan) she Ümraniye Escort Bayan pressed the button.Once again I jumped and yelled through my gag as I fought the jolts stemming from my core.Once again, she laughed as she watched me jerking helplessly in my chains.At last, she released the button and resumed her downward strokes.During those fifty or so agonizingly slow strokes, she used the box on me three more times. Each time my reaction was the same. Finally, the time came to change strokes again.”This is so fun baby! Aren’t you having fun?” she asked as I felt a little bit of sweat begin to run down my face.I nodded in agreement, too afraid to say anything else at the moment!”You really like that kind of stroke it seems! So I’m guessing, well, hoping you’ll like this one even better,” she said with a wink.My heart hammered as I realized what that meant for me and my fears were confirmed when she started another downward stroke, but this time twisting her hand around my shaft as the stroke descended.This round I lost track of the strokes because about every five or six strokes I got hit with the box! It didn’t help that she began to pull on the nipple clamp chain periodically and it all made it hard for me to keep track and I began to focus more on my breathing and keeping my body under control. I knew counting was basically a fool’s errand at this point.Then round three began. Escort Ümraniye This round consisted of a full up and down stroke at an even slower speed, but with the grip strength at least doubled. I can’t tell you how many times the box was used, how many times I yelled, how many times she laughed. I was totally at her mercy and she was using me. I was hers. Though I definitely felt tormented, the feeling of belonging to her was exciting, wonderful even. Liberating.When the round was finished, I languished in my chains, panting heavily, my cock and nipples throbbing. I could hardly remember my name and I could feel the sweat running down my back.She must have noticed too because she got up and stepped around me.”You’re being such a good boy, baby,” she said. “I think it’s time I help you cool down a little.”She stepped back around me and I saw that she was holding a tray of ice cubes.She smiled as she saw my eyes widen yet again and then she set to work, tracing the ice cubes all over my body. Across my chest, around my nipples, along my cock, and between my spread thighs. Against my hot and sweating skin, they both burned and chilled at the same time.I’m not sure if it was from the coldness of the ice cubes against my nakedness or the overload of sensations I was experiencing, but by the time she was done, I was shivering uncontrollably.”Aww baby,” she said taking in the sight of my glistening wet body, “let’s take care of you a bit.”She took her towel and began to dry me off.Now and then I’d feel the touch of her hand against me. Hot when compared to the coolness of my skin. I relished each and every touch, happy that I had finally made it through the ordeal! I was even a bit pleased with myself for never having to beg!