Today was the day, the first day of the month.
Today was the day when all the rules changed. For the previous thirty days he had been denied. There had been daily teasing sessions, of course, where he was allowed to become erect and was stroked, stimulated and coaxed to the very edge of orgasm, but he was never allowed the release that he so desperately wanted. Outside of these teasing sessions, the tight, plastic confines of the CB-3000 was home to his frustration. But today was different. Today he would ejaculate. Not merely permitted to ejaculate, but required to ejaculate.
He had been ceremonially stripped and shaved and his denuded body now lay face up on the bed, spread-eagled by the tight leather straps that bound his arms and legs to the bed posts.
He had been erect for well over an hour now, thanks to the ET-312 electro-stimulation box to which he was wired. One electrode was a stainless steel ring that tightly gripped the sensitive skin just below the exposed head of his penis. The other was a large chrome dildo which had been inserted deep into his rectum. The ET-312 had been running on a low setting, the tingling sizzle being sufficient to keep him rock-hard but insufficient to cause ejaculation.
Placed on his stomach and positioned beneath the tip of his cock was a broad, shallow dish which would collect the accumulated fluid of his thirty days of denial. The contents of this dish would be recycled - he would be providing his own breakfast today.
She had first treated him to a striptease. Standing astride him on the bed, she had gyrated provocatively, casting off her clothes until she wore only her skimpy, sexy underwear. These too had then been disposed of, leaving her as naked as was he.
His tongue and jaw ached from the cunnilingus that he had been forced to perform. His face was still wet and sticky from her juices - a consequence of the multiple orgasms that he had coaxed out of her.
During the previous month of teasing, she had been intimate with him, using her hand, her mouth and, very occasionally, her cunt to stimulate him and bring him to the edge of orgasm. But today, when he was actually going to ejaculate, it would be by remote control. The power of electricity alone would force him to lose control.
She increased the power level of the ET-312 to the halfway point. The sensations it caused in him strode a fine line between pleasure and pain and he could feel the ejaculation beginning to swell up inside him. Its inevitability was irresistible.
Raising herself off his face, she rewarded him with a view of her glistening labia and swollen clitoris. Then, she played her final, wicked trick on him. She positioned a pea-sized quantity of icy-hot over the hole at the tip of his penis. Squeezing his glans between her thumb and forefinger, she opened the hole and used a Q-Tip to scoop all the icy-hot into the opening and push it down deep inside of him. She stroked the full length of the Q-Tip in and out, slowly massaging the cream into the walls of his urethra.
Including the chrome dildo that she had earlier thrust into his anus, the urethral insertion was his second penetration of the day. She enjoyed the power that these penetrations gave her - she penetrating him rather than he penetrating her. But more than this, she loved the effect that this latest violation would have on him. It was her favourite part. Lowering her hips so that she was sitting astride his chest, she could feel herself lubricating again in anticipation. She would ride his bucking, twisting body as a month's worth of ejaculate was transformed into a river of fire coursing through his penis. It would be a memorable orgasm for him, but not a particularly pleasant one.
Smoothly, she swept the power control of the ET-312 up to its maximum setting.
Today was the day, the first day of the month.
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