She trailed her fingers up and down his cock and marveled at it's appearance. The veins stood out proudly and the head glistened with moisture, deposited there from her tongue. The ball gag in his mouth muffled his response.
"Mmmffff!"
She laughed. Glancing at the clock, she noted the time.
Her teasing of his cock had been going on for close to an hour. Tied to the massage table, on his back, cuffs kept his hands at his sides and his ankles secured to a spreader bar. Leather belts held him tightly, placed at his thighs, waist and chest. The bar kept his legs separated, giving him no opportunity to resist her caresses, teasing fingers and tongue. A blindfold kept him from anticipating her moves.
The sounds he was making had an element of anguish that made her wet. So wet. Yet he still held the small red ball in his right hand. She'd been watching for that. That was his red, releasing the ball. The ball had a bell inside and was fairly loud when dropped. She wouldn't miss it if he chose to tap out. And yet here he was, an hour into their play! She thrilled to his level of endurance.
This time there was no pain, which he'd been expecting. She loved to deliver pain, of this he was well aware. Their play almost always left marks, which turned him on when he saw them in the mirror, for however long they lasted. He could get hard just from seeing the marks...and remembering.
This time, though, it was nothing but pleasure. Insane amounts of pleasure. But paced, controlled, and doled out slowly. Too slowly to come! So frustrating, yet so erotic. His whole body tingled and he was concerned about hyperventilating.
She took the head of his cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. His moan sounded tortured, just the way she liked it. She dipped her fingers into the wetness created by his desperate desire to come, and her refusal to allow it. Pulling the gag from his mouth she slipped her fingers in and gave him a taste.
He'd been edging for days - those were her orders. 5 days of edging 3 times a day. He was frantic to come when he arrived. Now, there was an element of unreality to the scene. He sucked her fingers slowly and enjoyed the flavor of her desire.
She would never let him come. He'd resigned himself to that. Because countless times she'd brought him right to the brink and stopped. He wanted to cry, and he wanted this to never end. Desire this intense was unfamiliar to him. He was held in its thrall. His balls ached. The head of his cock was the focus of his being.
She kissed him while gripping his cock hard with one hand and tickling his balls with the other.
So. Much. Pleasure.
Was there such a thing as too much pleasure? A distant part of his mind pondered the question. He gripped the red ball firmly and decided.
He would find out.
