My second session
After my first session I really came to trust Miss Celine. I was very eager and less nervous than the first time when I prepared for this second session. But don't think I was less excited! On the contrary, my body ached for the "touch" of my Mistress! Finally, the so awaited sound popped. The Miss was online. I scrambled for my stuff, counted everything twice. Triple checked everything... Again. Then I called. We started in the best way I can think of: by tying my balls. 4 turns. My cock swelled and pulsed while I felt the rough fabric of the shoelace tighten around my scrotum, feeling my balls secure and constricted. Then, by Her command, the oil started gliding down my cock, while I spread it slowly over the skin and head. Needless to say, I was completely in the sub zone. If I had to compare it to something, it's like I am slightly drunk, lightheaded, acritical. Almost like I am in a dream. I started to jerk and the Miss worried about my stamina. All in all, it was two and a half hours of edging. That's not a small number. But I swore to preserve the cum where te Mistress wanted it, no matter what. I have to confess, this thought was more dangerous to that promise than anything else. After I was really lubricated and ready I was ordered to take the tobasco. To be honest, I was very anxious... Last time had been... Well... Overwhelming... But this time I wasn't so nervous about side effects so I could relax and enjoy the hot, burning feeling in the tip of my slippery cock. But this evening had all kinds of surprises in store for me. The bottle of vodka. I thought about the need of vodka for this session for several days. Would I drink it? Would I pour it over me? Not in me, right Miss? Why not rum or whiskey or water or wine? Why vodka? Well, I was goind to find out soon enough. I picked up the bottle and showed it to the Mistress. She accepted the tool I prepared. Next, she told me to sit on it, so that my balls would be in contact with the freezing cold glass. I hesitated ever so slightly. Not because I was afraid, mind me, I was expectant. Even relieved. I started looking forward to that sensation. the cold in my balls. How would it be? The adrenaline kicked in and I hurriedly put it beneath me, siting on my balls, crushing them between the iced glass and my burning cock. Soon enough the pain spoke louder than the pleasure of discovery and I changed position for a more manageable one. Then, Miss celine toyed with me, with my cock. I was indulging myself in her fantasies, in her desires. My body was tingling with pleasure and my skin sensitive. The clock marked 45 minutes into the session. I was constantly on the brink of my limits, caressing and teasing myself for the pleasure of my Mistress. She told me to stand up and slap my balls with the bottle. And again. And one more time. Then from another direction. Then in another position. It hurt. A lot. It was so good... My face contorted itself in pain, but there was no hesitation, no regret, no resistance, I was Hers then and I loved it, I needed it. There was nothing I couldn't do for Her, for Her pleasure. And so I bashed my balls with the bottle as I felt the sensation go up in my stomach and becoming stronger, as my hard on intensified itself on my submission. The Mistress appreciated my obedience. It pleased Her.
And we're back to the jerk off instructions. I never quite experienced JOI like Mistres Celine gives. It's like she knows me better than I do. I follow her instruction to the letter, my muscles almost giving out from the continuated pleasure, my mind going blank. When the clock marked a little bit over the hour, I got permission to cum under precise instruction. But I failed my Miss, I couldn't spurt like she wanted no matter how I tried. Being the attentive and fabulous Mistress She is, Miss Celine gave me an alternative. A countdown. I jerked furiously to meet the deadline. I let myself completely go into the pleasure, held nothing back. Exactly when the count hit zero, cum started spurting out of my cock. In volumes. It flew everywhere: my face, my hair, chest, stomack, legs, floor, computer, couch... Seven long, thick, warm streams of jizz shot in one of the most earthshattering orgasms I've ever heard of. There was no porn that even came close to this amount of cum. Real cum, no tricks, no acting, real sperm. My Mistress was very satisfied, while watching my still rigid dick ooze out the last cum remains on the floor that I was to exhausted to clean up. We still talked a little bit more. All in all, the session stopped at the 1h20 mark. I was quite proud of that. Of my stamina, obedience and making my Mistress happy. Miss still wanted to make me cum again. Unfortunately, real life came between what I wanted and what could be done. I told myself: "next time, maybe next time".