Pushing you further
I really hope you haven't been touching your cock in the last few pages. Remember, you are only allowed to touch it when I say so, and I never explicitly gave you permission. If you so much as even *thought* about touching it, I want you to close your eyes, savagely rip that dildo out of your asshole and shove it deep down your throat.
Hope you didn't have any presents left on it. Or if you did, I hope you like butt chocolate. You probably do, you sick bastard.
You can put the dildo aside for a little while. We're not done with it, but we're done for now. I want to refocus our efforts on your bright red penis (it better still be tied).
My gift to you: you may stroke yourself however you like, and get yourself right to the edge of orgasm. I'm not talking about a normal edge, I want you to be so close that you're unsure whether you can stop yourself at my command. I want you so close that sweat starts forming on your forehead and the only thing keeping you back from cumming is your careful short breaths.
When you're there, you may continue...