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Now
he imagined the curvy, blonde receptionist at his mother's veterinarian. Kristi
had huge rosebud lips and spoke in a breathless voice,
and her breasts were like balloons stretching the "
Then
of course there were the nasty little gang-girls who attended the
Easterling Esplinger Dill's penis was very hard. EE stroked
himself and thought of the hottie he'd seen while buying the paper that
morning. She'd been wearing a yellow fuzzy pullover and tap pants, and she'd
scolded her Boston Terrier for pulling on his leash with
his mouth.
Now EE imagined himself on the leash, cowering naked as the
fuzzy-sweater girl shouted at him, and perhaps struck him with a broken fishing
pole. WHACK! WHACK! Four or five times on his suffering cock! EE loved it...and
he could jerk off all day today, because it was Saturday, and no one could
bother him.
EE surveyed the walls of his new efficiency. HE couldn't
believe it but he'd finally moved out of Mother's house...he didn't have to
sneak around anymore.
EE looked over and saw his old
One afternoon EE had been bent over his teacher's desk, his gray tweed pants crumpled round his ankles and his tie hanging over the other side of the desk.
EE was just receiving the last swish of twelve as he'd fumbled his Latin construe ("You translite like a village idiot! Come up, sir and take down your britches")
When Dr. Clampe had finished caning EE and EE's bottom was a savaged mass of welts, weals, cuts and bruises (oh, how EE couldn't stand listening to the day student girls titter!)
Dr. Clampe took hold of EE's scalp and pulled him up. What's going on EE had thought. Usually this is when I pull up my pants and go back to my seat.
Not this time. Dr. Clampe screamed "Are you students aware that whenever I cane EE Dill his filthy privates become excited?"
EE had been near srhock as Dr. Clampe had pulled him up without allowing him to pull up his pants, exposing his rock hard cock to the class. And how they were howling! The townie girl on scholarship, EE's biology partner, who he had such a crush on was looking sympathetic, but EE knew his chances with her were kaput now.
Dr. Clampe was still screaming. "Every time I go out of my way to discipline this little pervert his disgusting pecker becomes large! Boy, are you a sodomite?"
EE had dropped his head in humiliation. It was true. Between the shame of having his naked bottom thrashed and the firey look in Mr. Clampe's eye when he called EE up to be punished, EE made sure he flubbed his translation at least three times a week.
Dr. Clampe now slapped EE across the face and then boxed his ears. "You are a filthy pervert, boy!"
Then Dr. Clampe had done something unbelievable. "Put your penis on this desk!" EE had looked at him in horror, but then shuffled obediently, pants clogging his ankles, til his penis had been lying across the ancient, hardwood desk. "I'll teach you to get your jollies in my class!"
Dr. Clampe had raised his cane. THWACK! EE had almost passed out as the cane had hit his glans, smashing it into the desk firmly SWAK! The cane had hit again, but EE's cock had remained hard, even growing more rigid.
This had enraged Dr. Clampe, who had then begun swatting EE's penis over and over again, jumping up in down to accentuate the slashes, until finally EE's poor wee-wee had just been a limp, bloody mess. And then he'd been able to go back to his seat? No...then Dr. Clampe had made EE stand before the class with his pecker hanging out until the end.
Shortly after this episode, Dr. Clampe had been removed from teaching at Hockenberry Academy, and no one had seen him again...but EE remembered, and how!
EE leaned back, playing with the tip of his wee-wee and thinking of Dr. Clampe wherever he was, and then returned to tortuous memories of the present...what could he fantasize about?
For a moment he flashed on Guinevere O'Ryan, the office
typist, and her angry, full jugs always stretching one striped top or the
other. EE could remember passing her and hearing her tell another woman about
how badly she was taking her period..."I just hate the damn tampons. I
wish men had to go through this."
EE thought of being Guinivere's husband, and having the
short-haired, big breasted woman forcing him to suck the blood from her tampons
as he was tied to the dining room table...and being beaten with a wooden paddle
til his buttocks were bloody for every day that she felt "icky" until
the menses period was done...oh, how he loved fantasies like this one...and the
more he denied his cock, the more interesting they got!
And he could just fantasize all he liked...for he was
independent!
Now, if EE saw a girl with big hair smoking and cursing
in the street, and he wanted to run home and self-abuse, there was no making
excuses to Mother about how long he was going to be in his room, and no he
didn't want to help her prune her roses.
If Mother was smart, she would have tied his hands behind
his back and whipped his cock with a thorny branch until he begged to help her
garden...but Mother had gotten therapy and she didn't do things like that any
more. EE jacked his cock thinking of a good whipping from Mother, who had been
quite strict with him until he was twenty, and then she'd gotten
"well".
Oooh...now he was imagining Fuzzy-Sweater girl whipping his
bare bottom with a thorny rose branch...oooh, it was nice, just thinking of the
pain and humiliation...
Ooops! He had to slow down. EE knew that he couldn't cum
until he'd been given permission by Mistress Olivia, his cyber-dom...or Lady Violet, his new local dom. They had not been very
generous with permission to let EE cum.
But the upside to this was he got to jerk off for
HOURS...and there was no stopping. Sure the pleasure of the orgasm wasn't there..but there was that great feeling of stroking, stroking and
more stroking...and all those fantasies!
And no one to interrupt him now that he was living by
himself!
This was a great apartment. It was small, but it was his and
his alone.
EE could now play with his dick all day long if he liked,
whenever he wanted to...that is, when he wasn't at work. Then it was limited to
when he could sneak off to the public lavatory. EE really envied one of his
friends online, FrustratedWeeWee49@yahoo,
who had a trust fund and was either edging himself all day seven days a week or
hiring call girls to come in and tie him down and jerk away. FrustratedWee
certainly must have some blue balls by now, EE thought.
Wow! No more sneaking off to the bathroom, or worrying that
Mother was going to be banging on the door offering him brownies when he was
trying to happily beat his meat!
"You spend too much time in your room, honey."
Yeah, right. What EE had learned at the ripe old age of thirty was...hey! It's
all about masturbation. Nothing else was as cool...even screwing girls...
Because they had needs. Real women had all sorts of desires,
and when your dick was so sensitive to your hands, it didn't get off going in
and out of a weird, strange vagina while the vagina's owner was screaming
"Yeah more more" while you were trying to
fantasize about being whipped and tortured by a high heeled Goddess!
Now, EE thought he might look into getting lunch, but then
again, he'd been so busy jerking off (without cumming) that he'd not gone to
the grocery store,and now that he wasn't living with Mother of course no one
else was shopping for him, either.
He actually didn't have a lot of money now...when he'd been
living with Mother, rent and expense free, EE could have banked quite a bit of
his fifty thousand dollar a year salary. But much of it had gone for porn, or
local visits to dominatrices, and of course there had been so much cash sent to
Mistress Olivia, who was "supervising" EE's masturbation schedule.
Mistress Olivia had charged EE $300 a month for her
tutorials, plus whenever he wanted new pictures of her in hot outfits, he had
to lay out between $50 and $200. Now and then she sent
him videos of her exercising or whipping other slaves, and these were even more
expensive. But worth it!
Would EE have been happier if he'd known that Mistress
Olivia was a strung-out punk rock guy who used his obese sister's voice to call EE and tantalize him on the phone? That the videos of
Mistress Olivia were only ancient S&M tapes of a long gone actress called
Georgia Gams? Ignorance is bliss...and EE, Edger was a bit blissful now!
Oh God...I'm about to CUMMMM....
EE was getting too close...he grabbed his balls with his free hand, squeezing
and pulling his nuts down with his index and middle finger and thumb. EE
kept the ring made with fingers and thumb around his testicles, harder and
harder, and as his dick began trying to cum, he was able to "tie off"
the orgasm, keeping the semen inside. Reaching into the bowl beside him, EE
rubbed ice on his balls, and the oozy freezing feeling caused his testicles to
become smaller, and his penis to calm itself.
Now EE knew that he was too close. He knew that if he
touched his cock much more, there would be a big orgasm,and
he was trying to be good...it was soo hard. EE had figured having his own place
would mean months of edging heaven, and no troubles...and he'd taken time off
work so he could just jack his dick all day, staring at porn, looking at
computer images, and rolling his penis around in his hands.
But now his cock was so sensitive that he couldn't touch it
any more! He'd promised Mistress Olivia the last time they'd been on the phone
that he would try to make it to six months celibacy, and he'd thought the whole
thing would be a breeze...you know, downside being he couldn't cum, but upside
was he could jerk himself forever... but now it was hellish. He couldn't touch
himself anyway!
For the past few days he had been in a state of misery. His
balls were aching, his cock was throbbing, and whenever he even brushed it with
a hand it began pulsating, as if to blow at any minute!
EE had heard of others who had gotten to this area in his
edging chat room. PoundingmyPud8293@hooligan.com
had once gotten to the point where he couldn't touch his dick and had to use
his hips to slap it against his stomach, and MeatBeat@hotmail
had to hit his dick against the doorjamb of his kitchen, for if his fingers
stroked it there was sure to be an accident.
EE had heard stories of using dildos, anal beads, butt
plugs, mineral oil, astro glide,alboline, vaseline and
group edging sessions. The strangest session he'd heard about was six
executives who had hired a stripper to march around in a body stocking
supervising the men jacking each other endlessly for hours...no orgasming
allowed!
EE was worried that he was going to lose his mind. He knew
that there were some out there who had become
their own masters. One fellow EE had read about, Vollmer, had
made a rule for himself: that he could no longer jerk himself manually, but
only by rubbing his dick against the wall of his shower once a week.
Vollmer had begun by allowing himself 500 rubs to get
an orgasm. "If I can't make it in 500 rubs" Vollmer had said "I
can't cum." 500 rubs had not gotten Vollmer his orgasm, though he'd
reported being very horny when he'd stepped out of the shower.
The following week, Vollmer had again rubbed his penis 500
times with no luck, coming away from the shower stall weeping in frustration.
But he'd sat on his hands til the next Sunday, when he'd cum in 442 rubs.
"Now," Vollmer informed the group, "I shall
either cum in 442 rubs, or not at all." The next week, Vollmer had cum in
395 rubs. "That will be next weeks limit. If I can't cum in 395 rubs, I
shan't cum at all." Now Vollmer was down to 83 rubs, and it had been
several weeks since he'd cum at all. But what would he do when he'd allowed
himself so few rubs there were no more orgasms? EE had to wonder.
As EE Dill sat carefully on his bed, keeping his hands apart from his knees and away from his crotch, he heard the laughter and conversation of people outside--playing Frisbee, picnicking, Rollerblading, and realized that indeed, he was a pathetic slave to edging...indeed he was trapped!
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