A fun filled week with the Melbourne Cup on Tuesday and for the first time, all three of My collared boys were free to partake in a lunch at My house in celebration of this world renowned race. slave tate took care of supplying U/us with champagne while slave connor and butch provided the delicious spread of food with My assistance. Unfortunately I did not back the winning horse this year although slave tate and My 24/7 did so there were a couple of winners amongst U/us.
slave tate had the day off today and what better way to spend the afternoon than with My slave before Me in My dungeon. I had already planned ahead and knew exactly what I would inflict upon My slave – he on the other hand had no idea what to expect which is just how I like it *WEG*.
My ever so punctual slave was ringing My doorbell on the dot of 3.30pm. A short chat to begin with before he was instructed to disrobe and wait for Me in the dungeon. My slave waited in anticipation until I finally walked in with a plastic box in hand although he was not able to see what I had. Out came My black bondage tape and yes, bondage was the theme once again only without rope on this occasion.
I think My slave underestimated just how tightly this tape can be used and by the time I had secured it around 6 sections of his body, there was very little room left for manouvre. slave tate still looked rather bare for My liking, now for the second stage – a leather hood, blindfold and harness ball gag.
Once My slave was well secured in all the bits and pieces, I left him standing for awhile as I watched…the saliva build up….and begin to dribble a bit…then dribble a bit more…and then dribble a lot. At one stage it was almost like a slow dripping tap. It was dripping down his stomach and onto a rather excited cock. I had to laugh and made a comment to My slave about how it looked like he was purposely lubricating himself.
This entire scenario was most entertaining to Me for some time until I was ready to begin his torment with some tease and denial, more tease and denial, followed by even more tease and denial. Oh what joy and fun I was having at My slave’s expense *wicked smile*. Every now and again I would give My slave a little break from My torment and he never knew how long these ‘rest’ periods would last as he couldn’t see Me. Such a delicious predicament, especially from My point of view *winks*.
I lost track of time and eventually decided to bring things to a head so to speak (pun intended) and the teasing became incessant. slave tate tried to jiggle around but his limited movement was not particularly effective and he was unable to squirm himself out of My reach. Slowly the tempo became more upbeat until he could not take any more and reached the point of no return. My slave was allowed to orgasm and end his period of teasing torment.
The question now is: when will My slave’s next orgasm be???