My orgasm denial period will end on sunday night! Mistress always keep Her promises, and further more, She always announces well ahead what's coming up, independent that being punishment or rewards. It really demonstrates Her sophistic mind control. No matter what, these announcements enlargend the expectations, which is of course exactly what She wants. And what is really scaring: - No matter how much I realize this, it has no influence whatsover upon my attitude towards it. I''m simply constantly under Her spell. Butterflies in the stomach.......you know the feeling?

It started two days ago. It seemed that Mistress was deliberately attempting to be seductive, dressed in an unusual alluring fashion...a black dress, extremely short.... without sleeves, reaching only half way down on Her thighs, a pair of black, long gloves all the way past Her elbows, black net-stockings, walking statuesque in Her high heels... Her motions seemed deliberately sexy and bold. She would casually brush Her breasts up against my body and then excuse herself.. She excusing to anyone..!!

I was already so tense..... I started to dog Her around, hugging and kissing Her and trying to get Her in the mood for play. After all, Her behaviour simply radiated invitation to hot and steamy sex. But I was waved off like an annoying flie.

- I'll let you know, She said, but I knnew from the glint in Her eye, that She just enjoyed the sadistic prolongation of time, and, I'm pretty certain; the pleasures She most likely expected for Herself with a randy slave-stud close to danger of explosion...... (I hope She never find this diary)

Sunday afternoon however turned out to be a bad day in other ways. It was extremely difficult to concentrate on anything else then Mistress in Her alluring outfit and the pleasures waiting for me. On the football-ground, this resulted in me getting an yellow card for roughness, and a furios coach howling nasty comments about my probable unhappy love affairs, - he never knew how close he was...

And Mistress of course was irritated an disappointed about my sillyness. She hasn't been that much interessted in football before, but has started watching me on the sunday afternoon TV-games. The yellow card led to my first introduction to Her riding crop as I was ordered head down and ass up as soon as I got home, and got six inconceivable painfull strokes while being scolded for not looking where I was running. My poor fellow horses in the racing stable! Now I know how they feel.

Then, finally, late Sunday night, She went for for the bedroom, turned to me with a beautiful, warm smile, gave a distinct, exciting and inviting signal with Her finger...and I walked, - correction - I staggered after Her into the bedroom, and probably looked like I was trying to walk on high heels for the first time.

She undressed me. Then She put me up for inspection. Her teasing fingers felt all over me. I was leaking pre-cum, and had to plead: - Please, ! If you keep on like this, I will cum any second now !

- Never forget the contract is still vaalid! She answered. You are not to orgasm before I give the signal ! The consequences will otherwise be very serious, you ought to know that by now !

I was about to shout: - You are cruel ! But I'm to scared about Her (and so desperately in love) to try anything of the sort.

She continued:

- Remember what I said about training yyour self-control,

- This will be a test. You better pass ! And more: I will start your training at the same time in how to make a woman happy in bed. You have done quite well so far, I told you so, but on the other hand: Your repertoireis deadly monotonous. It will be expanded !

- Now, how would you start making love to a woman if the initiativ was all yours? Go ahead, the scene is your, slave boy!

Well, for weeks now, kissing had become equal to using my mouth on Her erogenous zones, which of course made me attack these familiar zones with the forcefulness of a bull aiming at the toreador's red blanket.

- You stupid slave ! She shouted. If thhis is your idea of a passionate foreplay, you will most likely end in jail accused for rape before you can count to three ! A loving kiss is ment to be on the lips ! We have all night, discipline your hormones ! Bend forward, fetch your ankles! Then came one enormous crack from the riding crop again, and I simply couldn't help it, I just had to let go of my grip and raise my back with a yell and start to rub my butt like mad.

And this time I said it:

- You are cruel !

- Of course I am, She answered, and I hhave noe bad conscience about it. And there is no such thing as universal justice. Try again !

And I really did managed to kiss Her in a way that obviously pleased Her, - taking my time, enjoying the smell from Her skin, Her hair, letting my lips carefully search their way towards Her soft, moist lips. Yes...it was definately more pleasant and exciting than the primitive rape attack, She was right, as always......

- Much better ! She whispered with a looving voice, and was more caring, almost submissive, then I ever had experienced Her before.

Encouraged by this, I decided to give Her my best show, and started blowing in Her right ear. The result was shocking.

- You stupid slave ! She shouted. You lliterally blew the whole mood now ! Which of your over- sex- chromosomed football stallion pals told you this was a sure way to seduce any woman?? The very lightest warm puff of air can be ever so erotic, but there is a world of difference between being erotic and blowing like you're trying to pump your bicycle inner tube and have lost the pump !

And I had to fetch my ankles again, and was kissed once more by the riding crop. It stinged like hell, and I couldn't help it. I started to cry. I had been looking so much forward to this Sunday evening, and it all seemed to end up in misery. I gave a damn and cried like a helpless child.

Mistress' attitude changed. She told me in a caring voice to get up, and while I was sobbing like a baby, pulled me into Her arms. It was a very tender moment. I experienced a flash of what can only be described as total communication. I have never been that emotionally and completely naked before, and She sensed it.

- I know how you feel, She whispered inn Her most tender voice, - and I feel honoured to be the woman whom you bare your soul to.

We just kept on holding each other and relished in the love it flashed upon us that we have for one another. We stayed like this for quite a while. After my crying tapered off, She carefully freed Herself from my arms, undressed very quickly and lead me by Her hand to the bed, lied down, openened Her arms, and whispered one single word: - "arve....".

And when I came into the bed: - "It's all yours...."She whispered in my ear, demonstrating what She ment by the warm, erotic puff of air, while fondling my balls with one hand, and slowly caressing my hardon with the other.

I felt Her totally submitting while I laid down on top of Her. She was so wet I entered Her almost effortlessly and began slowly to move in and out. We made passionate love. It was a true torment to suppress my orgasm, but I was still afraid of Her reaction. The first time I asked permission to come She said "no, not yet", and I had to calm myself, and then start building up again. The second time I asked permission She smiled and said "yes", and a second later I exploded. It felt like burning oil was poured down my back. I couldn't see, I couldn't think, I couldt'nt sense anything, just went off into ecstasies, and fainted....vanished from this earth, hardly noticing Mistress convulsions and screams in a bone crushing orgasm that seemed to last forever.

Afterwards we both laid there in a puddle of sweat and sex until we regained consciousness, and I could hear Mistress whisper once more in my ear: " you have potentials, slave-by....".

I slept like a baby the rest of the night, filled with dreams of Mistress on high-heels, wearing no more than Her black, stay-up stockings, with the riding crop in Her hand, looking down on Her slave.

First for the first time since She took me in, I woke to the wonderful smell of breakfast bacon the next morning.......