Good morning to you Miss Jay. I'm reaching the end of my third no-touch day, and the buzz in my groin has done nothing but intensify. Your favorable response to my first hard ball squeeze on the shower floor inspired me a little, so I tried to push the intensity level up a bit. I turned the water to cold, and knelt beneath the stream. I made a ring of my thumb and index finger, and trapped my balls tightly in their sack, still careful not to touch your cock. I squeezed with my whole hand, as hard as I could stand, and counted slowly to 15: "One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand..." The pain spread from my balls to my belly, and I had to catch my breath for a moment before I could say, "Thank you, Miss Jay."
I repeated the ball squeeze a few times during the day, when I could sneak off to the men's room. And I sit here now naked, still untouched, and hornier than I've been in years. I'll crush them for you once again before I sleep.
I had a fantasy about the moments that might follow the dinner I'd prepare for you. I offer it here for your pleasure, and the pleasure of your other pets. Enjoy, guys...
After dinner
Little Miss Jay brought the last bite of her dessert to her lips, savoring its warm, creamy texture and using the tip of her tongue to lick the spoon, sensuously. Dinner had been delicious, and the naked man kneeling beside her had prepared and served it with care.
“Thank you, boy. I enjoyed that. That's called bread pudding, you say?”
“Yes, Miss Jay. That’s as close as I can come to the way it’s served at Commander’s Palace in the Quarter.”
“I’ll remember that. Nicely done, tantalus. I feel well fed, pet.”
To be called “pet” by Little Miss Jay gave tantalus gooseflesh. “Thank you, Miss Jay. New Orleans has had some hard luck lately, but it’s coming back. Would you like to sample the local nightlife? Bourbon Street’s mostly for tourists, but we could see who’s playing at Tipi’s…”
“Oh, I think I’ll take my entertainment for the evening right here. Plenty of time to see the town tomorrow. I’m still recovering from the flight.”
“Of course, Miss, I should have anticipated. May I draw you a bath?”
“That would be refreshing, pet.”
tantalus came to his feet and took a step toward the stairs in the Garden District mansion. Miss Jay pre-empted his exit with a raised hand, stopping the naked man in his tracks. “Just a moment, boy. I haven’t thanked you for dinner. Stand, feet apart, hands clasped behind you.”
His heart beating madly, tantalus assumed the position his beautiful guest demanded. She rose from her chair and stood before him. Even in her traveling clothes, she had a commanding presence. tantalus could feel the blood rushing from his head directly to his cock—or, more correctly, Little Miss Jay’s cock, since he’d granted her ownership of his sex and control of his orgasm.
She came closer, and tantalus could feel her warm breath as she leaned forward to give him a peck on the cheek. She stayed close, locking eyes with her slave, and reached forward to take his shaved ball sack in her hand. His cock, now rock hard, twitched as she gripped his balls a little tighter. He gave a little gasp.
“Thank you, pet!” she whispered in his ear. “Now you may draw my bath.”
tantalus
PS Miss Jay, it's my understanding that I'm to perform the Impossible/Possible Task tomorrow night. I'll plan on it, unless you'd prefer me to undertake something else. I confess, I'm looking forward to some stroking,
your obedient servant,
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and I'm not really in the mood to play. But sometimes I squeeze in a few 
they really made the task harder for me to not have an accident.
I found the ginger packet it came in but no ginger ! aggh nowhere even tipped contents into new liner ! me on me knees in the kitchen looking like a nuttter / tramp ... 
(just looked down and as i write a long stream of pre cum is drooling out of your cock Miss JAy!)
stroking excrutiatingly slowly
*drip*
