Completing my report for Tuesday, Miss Jay.
Having completed my spanking, I was looking forward to my 10X stroking. I went to your gallery and started the slideshow, switching to full screen as images of your lovely body paraded past. Your cock was soon hard just from your beauty, and I lubed up and started--slowly, one stroke per photo.
God, I've become such a slut for you, Miss Jay. I'm reveling in these slow strokes, keeping your cock just aroused enough to demand one more, just following the pace of the slideshow, one slow stroke at a time, counting as I writhe just a little. I'm outside of time now, I have no idea how long I've been doing this, one slow stroke at a time...
200 strokes. Time for a breather, a rest. And time to start the extra twist I've chosen--clothespins, 15 clipped to Miss Jay's ballsack, then yanked off. I pull them one at a time, each pinch more excruciating than the last as the little clamp comes free. Breathe, breathe... give it a minute to let the fire subside a little bit.
More stroking, that'll make everything right! Add to the lube, and swipe the touchpad to bring back Miss Jay's gorgeous breasts, pert bottom, and sexy lingerie. Let's let the pattern swing a little more this time--slow, quick, syncopated, pauses. I stop the slideshow at a favorite image, your legs in black stockings, a garter belt framing your perfect ass. Thank you, Miss Jay.
300 strokes. Hold on there, cowboy, you've still got clothespins to pull! Round two, scrotum bristling with pegs and looking somehow like a strange sea urchin. Ow, dammit, that hurts!
A few minutes' break please, Miss Jay. 250 strokes left, can I actually make it through them all? I'm starting to fatigue, it's been a long day in the real world, and tomorrow's not far away now. Fuck it, I'm not wasting those strokes. Soldier on!
248, 249... 250. Thank you Miss Jay. Off to try to sleep now, throbbing...
Good night, Miss Jay.
tantalus
