Hi Ms Julie, who, with your permission I may henceforth occasionally refer to as "Diabolical Mistress Genius of the Highest Order" for reasons that will quickly become apparent.
Thought you'd be interested to know, I got out of the CB today having reached the session's maximum time. As it turns out, the link requirements were very much met, attracting more than 100, almost all of whom just couldn't stop themselves from adding an hour to my predicament. Of course after a point that stops having any effect because the session can never go beyond the maximum time as long as the requirement links are met.
I had a few hours spare as I'd made up some time by packing up, loading and fuelling the car yesterday, sorting out everything in the house, even laying out my clothes. Oh, er and I may or may not have used a proxy server to knock the last couple of hours off my time with my friend link on a different computer. Needs must.
My plan as described earlier in this thread was that I would not immediately just start slapping the salami the moment I was released. I wanted to savour the feeling and try and build up to what I anticipated could possibly become one of the best orgasms I have ever had, what with having been a chronic bishop basher since puberty. The sexual equivalent of someone who continually blows their wad at MacDonalds several times a day instead of saving up and indulging in a spectacularly tender dish of pulled pork in a rich cream sauce at a gourmet restaurant every couple of weeks.
I miraculously managed not to immediately go at it and instead, following a quick wash-up which itself was taking me to the edge of insanity, I embarked on a tease as I'd promised myself I would do to earn my climax on release from the CB.
The tease I ended up with was this one:
http://www.milovana.com/webteases/showf ... p?id=25661
I chose it because I am particularly unskilled at edging. You might recall I failed miserably at my "mid term" tease challenge a few days ago, which stopped prematurely with an orgasm that I did at least have the willpower to ruin. This tease, stated as aimed at the inexperienced seemed more my level. The promise made several times through the tease, of cumming at the end was incredibly exciting and really gave me the strength to try my hardest to get to those edges and stop in time.
The tease I had chosen was called "O Control (Level 1)". You might be starting to get an idea of the direction we're headed now.
I got through the tease. It took everything I had, it really did. It was so very close right at that very last unexpectedly and infuriatingly long two minute edge, and my heart, amongst other things, leapt as the final page turned to give me my permission. More ready, desperate even, for my release than I have ever been. Honestly, I used to polish the rocket just because I was bored I don't think I've ever been in a situation where I absolutely, positively could not even entertain the possibility that I wouldn't get to dish out the gentleman relish within the next 30 seconds.
I kind of thought that there may have been a chance I'd be ordered to ruin the orgasm. That fits with the promise of getting to cum but with an evil twist. I was dreading it if that turned out to be the case, I was so impossibly in need of release, the feel of a full orgasm. And this would not be just an "everyday" orgasm but the one I'd dedicated my ten days to earning. I was ready. More than ready, I needed it, I had to have it. I was begging my computer screen under my breath for a full orgasm, but in my mind I'd grudgingly prepared myself to be thankful even for the chance of a ruined orgasm.
Prepared for what I actually saw on that final page, I was not. I believe my heart stopped momentarily. You, m'lady, are a Diabolical Mistress Genius of the Highest Order. I tip my hat off to you. And I didn't need any hands to do it either.
It wasn't until I looked at the author profile trying to understand what kind of sadistic mind could do this to me (and what other teases of said mind I could look forward to later), that I saw this thread in the posting list and it twigged that it was you.
Now I know I have you to thank for my, what did you call it? Angry Cock. Yes. It's angry. Pretty damned confused too if you ask me.
This tale of inadequate rifle cleaning doesn't stop there. Oh, no. As you know, my orders are now that I cannot cum until I wait at least 24 hours and do the tease again and go to part 2. I even managed to stop myself from peeking at what lay ahead in part 2, and closed the tease. Not sure I understand my own thinking there, maybe I'm finally really trying to fulfill my desire to feel controlled.
I still had some time left and things I had to get from the shops before I go, and I know there's a real possibility I'll accidentally take it over the edge on my second go at the tease next week, so I wanted to stop in its tracks any possibility that I won't be prepared for the punishment attracted in case of failure to stop at the edge.
I decided to try out said punishment in advance by walking the shops with my balls wrapped in elastic bands. I've had balls tied during teases before, sometimes more than 30 minutes. It's uncomfortable, painful even, but I've never had a problem with it. Easy.
My first mistake, I wore boxers.
It turns out that ball tying has a very different effect when walking any appreciable distance. The balls are forced away from the old chap and in between the thighs, where they receive a non-stop sensual massage.
I'm going to go out on a limb here, and guess that you knew that, right? I should have been wearing my erection-concealing tight briefs.
There must have been some sort of hot girl convention going on in my neighbourhood today. I kid you not, there have not ever been so many beautiful women around here. Why'd they pick today to parade around?
What should have taken 30 minutes to get to the shop and back easily took 60 because I had to stop in a shop doorway or something every 2 minutes and pretend to look at the merchandise while the angry cyclops got a chance to calm back down to socially acceptable levels. That plan backfired spectacularly when I got to the lingerie shop.
I so very nearly stopped and turned back. But I really did need stuff from the store, and I was enjoying the stimulation that I would not be permitted otherwise.
I pressed on.
Things took a turn for the worse at the store. I can only imagine that was where the hot girl convention was being held.
I'd barely got past the melon section when I was stopped in my tracks by what appeared to be three sets of perfectly tanned legs with barely a skirt to share between them and breasts that almost got priced up by a nearby clerk.
In an attempt to defeat my crotch zombie with mind-over-matter I began filling my mind with unsexy thoughts, but it turns out at that point even Janet Reno giving Rupert Murdoch a blow job only served to heighten my arousal.
I pressed on.
Dried food aisle, I got flanked on both sides by two women with the most incredible cleavage. I had nowhere to look but down.
Dammit, sexy feet in sandles. I instinctively swung round and damn near cleared off the whole noodle shelf.
High heel boots. Crap.
I retreated.
I count myself lucky I wasn't stopped by store security for trying to smuggle out cucumbers.
I'm heading out the door in ten minutes, having had no release whatsoever, and with my strict instructions not to touch my tentpole until I can do the tease again which won't be until next week now. I am in fact going camping, and I'm afraid my morning condition will outreach the actual tentpole and bring the structure crashing down on the other startled and justifiably frightened occupants.
I'll let you know how part 2 goes next week, assuming I don't get arrested for posession of a poorly-concealed loaded weapon over the weekend.
Thanks, I think!
Jash
ps. this post got a lot longer than I intended, and I'm actually very late now but I had to have some sort of outlet for my frustration and frankly anything that serves to minimize my exposure to polite society right now is probably a good thing.