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One Minute of Pleasure - Mine!
A Femdomme tale, told from Her side....
As any Dominant Lady knows, She Who Is In Charge must govern what goes on between their man's legs. Control and manipulate it towards your ends, otherwise...well, you just can't have it any other way!
I have a simple approach to controlling my man's cock - he's never to play with himself, which is an easy enough rule for him to follow as he's either wearing a chastity device or restrictive undergarments like a tight girdle or foundation wear. Night and day, every day, it's one or the other...and occasionally both, which he simply hates. I can understand that - it must be very awkward and uncomfortable when he's at work, sitting at his desk or at a meeting, or worse, using the loo. Peeling down a hot, sticky, uncomfortable girdle but for no real freedom – ha! And then having to lift it all back up in place, making sure the device sits reasonably comfortable under the tightness of the girdle. Oh well, that's what you get when you agree to abide by my rules and live under my authority.
I'm quite content to let his cock remain hidden away for long, long, periods – the reality is, I get off on denying him. That's my right as his Domme. I don't want or need a penis for my sexual pleasures – I'm quite content with other means, whether it be his fingers, tongue, a vibrator or dildo (which, often enough, arises rigidly from a mouth gag I'll have him wear). In all cases, I've trained him to meet my sexual needs to perfection.
Which brings me to how I let him have relief and control his orgasms. I allow him an orgasm once a month, so it's twelve times a year, max. But there is a caveat - relief for him is not a right but a privilege, one that can be withdrawn if I conclude he has not shown sufficient obedience and discipline over the course of the proceeding month. And, unfortunately for him, I apply the rules of the house very firmly and consistently, which often translates into a need to withdraw the privilege. As a consequence he's only had relief four times over the course of the last year. “Them's the rules” as they say!
As for those few occasions when he is able to touch himself, I prefer to have no set day or date within the month – the element of surprise makes matters all the more delicious for me. I want him to have absolutely no expectations of when his orgasm may arrive and at the same time, I want him to be conscious of the fact that it could be at any time of the month when his 'little squirty' will arrive. Some months he may get to relieve his urges on the last day of the month only to find himself back at it the next day, the first of the next month. I love the fact he knows that it may then be anything up to 8 weeks before his next play.
He is never dressed in 'normal' adult male attire at home. Often enough he's dressed in some type of female attire, as a dour housemaid, young secretary, school girl, little girl, even a baby girl. And sometimes he's dressed - and therefore treated - as a 'little boy', perhaps in a school uniform, perhaps in day clothes. (Underwear though, is always feminine). He could be ironing, cleaning, cooking, dusting, vacuuming or performing some other household duty, learning a task like knitting or sewing or perhaps writing lines or an essay that I've set for him when I'll simply announce, out of the blue, something like, “Little squirty time has arrived.” He must immediately stop whatever he is doing, stand to attention and ask, “Please Ma'am, may I fetch my puddle dish?” I love hearing him make that humiliating request. I, of course, acquiesce. Off he scurries, bringing back a shallow glass dish that he keeps in his bedroom. I always check that it is spotless – if not, he forfeits the month's relief and then receives a thorough punishment for being so tawdry and for wasting my time.
If he's dressed as a boy, it's simply a matter of me undoing the button and zip on his shorts (it's always shorts for boys) and letting them drop around his ankles and shoes then unlocking and removing the chastity cage. But mostly he wears female clothes – and usually layers and layers worth. A dress, skirt or pinafore, perhaps an apron too, a petticoat or two or three, hose or tights, panties, maybe a girdle or foundation garment too. I'll lift the hem of a skirt, dress or pinny then pin it to the waist, have him take down all the layers until there's nothing left except his shaved cock and balls sitting there in their little cage. He must then stand to attention then I hand him back the glass dish before unlocking the cage. Next I don a pair of latex gloves and commence rubbing a suitable balm or cream thoroughly over his privates. Then, once I judge he is ready, I inform him to start rubbing.
Now this all sounds straightforward but there are two devious twists I've used from the outset of our relationship. Some of you might find them overly cruel I'm sure, others may admire my approach. Simply, I love testing my man...and this certainly tests him every time.
The first twist is this: that balm or cream I rub over his balls, shaft and scrotum will be something like Wintergreen, Tiger Balm or Deep Heat. The result takes a minute or two to arrive and then...well, the look on his face is priceless.
It's the second twist I really love: he has exactly one minute in which to reach orgasm, not a single second more.
Yes, not much time...but that's the whole point! He barely gets hard before he has to spurt, then it's straight away locked up for another month and back to whatever task or duty he was performing when I interrupted him. Of course with a little added heat downstairs to remind him of the experience.
I'm sure some of you find it hard to believe that a man can get it all together from flaccid-to-spurt in 60 seconds but I assure you, with the right guidance, training and intent, any man can be made to do so. Grab yourself a good stop watch and start training that cock of yours to perform – it's fun!
When he feels he is about to orgasm he must say to me, “Permission to Squirt, please Ma'am?” and when I respond with a “Yes” he brings the dish out in front of him and aims his cum into it. He must immediately lick the dish clean.
Of course even the best laid plans can go astray at times and this little scenario is no different. Because of his thorough training and mindset he can usually be relied on to spurt in less than 45 seconds, helped along by a goodly amount of urgings and promptings from yours truly. He can be very quick on occasion – quick being a relative term when there's only sixty seconds to play with - his record is 13 seconds. Not bad, if I say so myself :) But there are occasions when he ignores my simple rule and doesn't manage to get it all out in time. And then he is in 'Very Big Trouble'. Straight up it's an automatic forfeit of the next month's pleasures for him. And then, for every five seconds over, he receives a stroke from one of my canes. And I don't use canes lightly, as his bottom can testify. Delivered straight after he finishes swallowing his cum. I get a particular thrill announcing the number of the stroke every five seconds.
Immediately after I announce that the first sixty seconds has passed, he must kneel down and, still playing with himself, place the dish on the floor below him then bend forward and support himself with his left arm. He must now ejaculate into the dish without picking it up and, most importantly, without letting a single drop of his sticky mess, miss the dish – if it does miss, then he'll be getting an extremely painful, and unpleasant, extra punishment.
If, after another minute, he still hasn't cum then he forfeits another month's relief. The count of the cane continues every five seconds until the end of the third minute, by which time he forfeits another month's fiddle and I call a halt to proceedings. (Three whole minutes to rub himself to orgasm – that's more than enough in my books. He should feel very fortunate and privileged that I let him play with himself that long!). He is then told to fetch the cane and after handing it to me, I take to his bottom rigorously. Additional punishments follow though what they are depends entirely on my mood and intent.
So there you go, that's my approach to controlling my man's sexual urges. Simple, effective, amusing, but most of all, very arousing - for Moi.
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