Mistress.
&
her little wanka boy.
How did I find her? I’m really into girls’ feet, shoes, sometimes socks – and wanking. A lot of wanking. And very occasionally, a pair of panties. And it was when I was idly browsing panties that I found her. Orgasm Control. A brief glance indicated this was about controlling my wanking for a week. I assumed it was about telling me when to wank; a thing I’d done with a friend which was really a turn on. And I like girls talking about men wanking, so I took it to bed to read – and to have a wank. As soon as I started reading it, I realised it wasn’t what I had thought. This was about her not allowing me to wank for a week, whilst enticing me to do it, and testing my resistance. This was different, so much more powerful! I came in about 40 seconds. I usually take 4 minutes. I was hooked.
I got in contact. She said a webcam would make it so much better. I bought a webcam. I could see her, and she could see me. She gave me my instructions. I was not to wank for one whole week. Not at all. If I did, she would know. If she thought I had wanked, on release day she would not allow me to wank. Release day! The day she releases the control of my cock back to me. The day I, with her permission, release all my cum that has built up over seven days. But if I wanked, or she thought I had wanked, she would not give me permission. Not in front of her. Not on the cam. Not so she would watch. But there’s no guarantee, even if you don’t wank. She will decide what your reward is. It might be something else. If you don’t wank. If she doesn’t think you’ve wanked. For seven whole days. And seven whole nights.
The nights are the worse. She chats to you on webcam in the evening. In the morning she will have sent you an email. She will write things that will turn you on – so much. She knows what you like. She remembers. She refers back. And it turns you on. She knows it does. She wants to build up your sperm. To levels where your balls are full. So she sends pictures. She might send instructions, a task. You know this will be arriving in the morning. You don’t sleep easily. You are hard. You cannot wank. You cannot cum. She is in control.
And during the day, she might send a text. You are always waiting. In anticipation. And she gives you tasks. I like feet and shoes, so I had to report to her on the feet and shoes I saw over the weekend. I had to look. I had to remember. I had to describe. She knew it would turn me on. Fill my balls. Make it difficult. And she knows I like to be called wanker. She calls me wanker. Wanka. Wanka-boy. Weak little wanka boy. To fill my balls. Until they are straining.
And then she turns up the pressure. She says you must not think about wanking. She will give you punishments. Mine is to do lines. One hundred lines, one for each punishment.
I MUST NOT WANK.
IM A DIRTY WANKA WANNA BEE.
I SHALL NOT WANK FOR DAYS YET - IM NOT ALLOWED.
She sends more texts. She gives me another task to make me think about wanking. She tells me NO WANKING. Then she makes me think about wanking. I get more punishments. There is no way out. But I must not wank. There are so many days to go, and I must not wank.
And I thought, when I started, I’ve gone before without wanking. I’ve done a week. I can do this. But I’ve probably not been tempted. I might see a girl one day, and be tempted. But she makes this constant. Everyday. Texts. Emails. Cam talk. Tasks. Punishments. So my cock is on alert all the time. That frizzle of excitement under my balls and in my cock, that says ‘I need a wank’. It’s there all the time. My balls feel to be filling with cum. But with no relief. No wanking. She will know. And it gets worse each day. You think it hasn’t, and suddenly, I need a wank so much. But I’m not going to get one. For a week. I want relief. I believed I could last for the week. She knows better. You can go for a week if you are busy. Thinking of other things. But she knows what turns me on, and what fills my balls with cum. She knows what to write. She writes it. What to get me to do. She makes me do it. My cock and balls feel excited - all of the time, and my balls fill with more cum
And what I realise is. This is not about me just not wanking. Resisting her teases. Me in control of my cock. It’s about her control. My cock is hers to do with as she wants. She will decide when I wank. She will decide when she turns me on. When I’m busy doing other things, she brings me back, with a text.
This wank. Building up to it. Over seven days and nights. I will get there. She tells me that I’ve a long way to go. It amuses her. I might get there. But not for a long time yet. And then perhaps not. She might not allow it. I must be good. She must allow it. Won’t she? She’ll watch? Won’t she. All that cum. Seven days cum. What’s that going to look like, pouring over my fingers. What’s that going to feel like, pulsing out of my cock. What will my balls feel like, after seven days build up of cum. Produced through her. By her. For her. How many days are left? How many nights. I WANT TO WANK! More lines. More punishment.
She caught me unawares today. Wrote something. That sent such an electric current through my balls and cock, that I nearly – nearly – had to succumb. Feverishly wank myself off. I didn’t. But driving home, I had a feeling I’d never had before. The feeling that I should have wanked hours ago, that this was the wish to wank, multiplied. A place you don’t get to. Because you wank long before you get to this. But here you are. With three more days to go. The days are long. The nights are longer. How much stronger is this feeling going to get. And there will be another email tomorrow…
Mistresses wanker boy Michael
