How I survived.....

My head felt like being filled with wool....it was impossible to think...all I felt was the uncontrolleable fear of what would happen.

- Three ! She said, I'm waiting!!

- Please, please!! I stuttered, shivering from horror, - please, Mistress..!!

- Four ! I'm still waiting !!

But I had a guardian angel after all. Suddenly an idea struck me.

- I'll eat my cum, Mistress, right here and now!

Even in my miserable state, I couldn't avoid noticing She was stunned. She looked at me with a genuine surprised look on Her face. Then She burst into laughter, a long, releasing laughter.

- You ARE sly ! Very sly ! She said, in a sudden good-natured mode. And to my deliriously happiness She turned off the water, hung the hose back, and let me down. She even hugged me, not minding at all being wet, fetched a huge towel from a nearby closet, and started to rubb me, and even giving me small kisses and hugs in between. Gosh, was I relieved ! And it felt so good ! She even did what usually drives me MAD from pleasure; using Her tongue to give me a quick lick in my ear...with ever so nice comforting smalltalk along with it.

The big, warm terry cloth, and Her hard rubbing very soon got me heated up.

- Yes, I must admit, that was creative !! I liked it, She continued.

This cheerfulness needs a little explantion: When we agreed upon a Mistress/slave contract, we had gone through the BDSM check-list to establish my limits. One of the things I was reluctant about, was to eat my own cum.

She didn't comment on anything when we went through the list, just taking notes. Afterwards She simply stated as a fact: - Your limits will be expanded, and you will appreciate it.

- What I liked, She said, when rubbing mme really glowingly warm, - was the fact that your orgasm denial period isn't due before one and a half week or so. And when you say you will eat your cum right now, that is not possible without ending that denial period right here, is it ? Very sly and inventiv!! Good boy ! But you will not get away with it quite as easy as you might think....

I stiffened...what did She have in mind now ??

She left me, went into my little workshop near by, and came back with a large sheet of rough sandpaper.

- Kneel!

I did, and She placed the sandpaper right before me.

- Now, let's have it, She said with an iimpatience voice.

I started to masturbate, but there wasn't much left of my horniness, and the whole scene was not inspiring at all, so I had some difficulties getting started....

- Oh, let me, She said in an irritable ttone, cupped my balls with Her one hand, and started milking me with the other in a way that in a matter of second made me explode, shoot and pump and gasp...All mighty !! For some seconds I was out of this world...

And there it was, on the rough sandpaper.

- As your orgasm denial period isn't duee, we better deposit it right back where it came from, She said very ironically, - go ahead !

I hesitated, but bent down, opened my mouth, - hesitated again, but knew I had no choice, and started licking.

It didn't taste much at all, but the consistency was awful ! But the worst was naturally, as She had devilishly figured out, the torment my tongue went through when licking clean the rough sandpaper. The tongue became so sore, it was really painful.....and I felt the it starting to swell, and continued to swell, making it even difficult to speak in a normal way. I must give Her that, my Mistress is truly inventiv,..a bit to much....

Well, to make it short, I cleaned up, and we went back upstairs. I sensed Mistress pitied me now, She gave me small hugs and kisses all the time, and whispered in an affectionate way (that was increadable pleasing) that the punishment was over. She examined several times my swollen tongue, and looked a little bit worried at the enormous peace of meat it had become.

But Then ! Then She got Her distant, far-away gaze again, and I once more got the sense She was calculating and planning something involving me. And the well known flash of adrenaline kicked in my fantasies.

- Poor little slaveboy, She said, and itt sounded like She ment it. - I will give that poor tongue of yours ease and alleviation. In fact, I thinkI have found a way that will be rewarding to both of us....come on...jump into bed !!

And to my great surpise and relief, She didn't tie me up this time, nor was I the victim of tabasco sauce and two condoms. Instead She invited me in a very affectinate tone to use Her 'ointment jar' to comfort my tongue. She didn't have to ask twice!

I adjusted myself so that I could maximize her pleasure. Still worried about her earlier threat, I used all of my best techniques and soon had her writhing with pleasure. A very intense orgasm washed over Her like a wave crashing in on the beach, and She more or less collapsed and laid gasping on Her back with Her eyes closed.

I watched Her as She slowly regained Her breath. Still with Her eyes closed, Her lips moved....Her voice so low and lazy I could hardly hear Her:

- You are doing quite well, slave! She wwhispered, and rolled over, and ticked off TWO ! days on my orgasm denial kalender, - snuggled into me and found Her favourite sleeping position...... I was very, very proud of myself...and looked at Her, deeply in love as She drifted into sleep with a smile on Her face. Sensing Her good mood, I plucked up all my courage, and whispered into Her ear:

- What did you mean when you said I didnn't have a safeword any longer ?

She didn't open Her eyes, but Her smile slowly broadened, and She turned lazily to me, gave me a little kiss on my forehead, and whispered very, very drowsy into my ear:

- Just.....to scare....you....(and with an even broader smile just before She fell into sleep): ....and it ...worked...din't it..?

It sure did.

To be continued.......