Teaching his cock

She took him firmly by the hand and led him to the rear of the house. As she opened the door that led to the garden he gasped as the chilly night air brushed against his naked body shrivelling his flaccid penis even further.

She led him promptly down the path to the side of the house, turned the heavy key in a door and ushered him inside. It was dark, cool but not cold, and smelt of warm wax, leather and another smell he couldn’t identify. She closed the door behind them and turned they key, leaving it in the lock. Using a switch to her right, she looked upwards as the soft bulb flickered to life, lighting a wooden staircase that led down into what he presumed was a cellar. She turned to him and spoke in a soft voice “as we hit the bottom step, you lose all your rights, this is your final chance to change your mind” she reminded him. “Once the journey has begun there are only two ways it will end, I will end it, or you will quit”

“I understand” he responded, his voice confident. They had exchanged many emails, texts and letters over the months; He had expressed his need quite clearly. He had for many years suffered with premature ejaculation and needed a solution. He also had regular fantasies about being dominated by a woman, and had assumed the two were related. He hoped that his idea of a session with a Domme would provide an answer to his problem.

She looked at him and smiled, he nodded in response they then descended the staircase together. As they neared the bottom, she slowed down, ensuring that he stepped onto the bottom stair first.

“Mark” she called as his foot touched the cellar floor; he spun round to face her. “Fetch me something from the wardrobe” she said, pointing in the direction of a large double door oak unit, and tossing a key towards him. He caught the key and walked towards the wardrobe.

“Quickly” she ushered, her words encouraging him to walk faster.

He pulled open the door and saw just 3 items, a silk scarf, a bottle of lube and a large vibrator. He selected the lube and returned to her. As he approached she indicated to a single circle painted on the concrete floor, and suggested that he stand within it. He stood within the circle, lube bottle hand and looked at her. She walked to the edge of the circle and reached out with one hand, taking his flaccid penis in the palm, she rubbed it gently with her thumb. “I’m not surprised you orgasm to quickly Mark” she smiled, “you need to have some training, a cock is like a tool, you need to learn how to handle it properly, how to use it efficiently and when to get the best out of it”

She rubbed her thumb along the soft shaft, encouraging it to swell and thicken. Her fingers wrapped around his growing member, teasing it too life, confusion filled his face, he had expected all manner of things, he had read stories of being tied up, being caned, being made to crawl on all fours at the feet of a Domme, and of being required to kiss her feet, being expected to tolerate all sorts of painful things, and here she was masturbating him happily, She had told him to expect the unexpected, but this didn’t make sense.

She worked her hands and fingers around his cock so beautifully, pulling it gently as it grew, his arousal becoming more apparent as she eased her finger over his crown. She held out the palm of her other hand, one word was spoken, clearly and simply “lube” he took the bottle and squirted a large amount into her outstretched palm, she cupped her hand under his testis and moulded her palm to his sac, massaging gently yet thoroughly, the first hand still paying his shaft attention as her strokes became more insistent, but still delicate.

After a few moments, she released his shaft and held her hand out, “lube” she stated, he complied. She eased her hand slowly up and down his shaft, the silkiness of the gel and the tenderness of her touch sent shivers down his spine, this was possibly the most erotic wank he had ever received.

“You will not orgasm, if you do, we will start again from the beginning” she calmly told him. “It doesn’t matter how many times we go through it today, you will accept all 3 things from the cupboard before you climax”

His manhood was at its most erect, her words filled him with dread, he had never really had control of his orgasms, yet it filled him with delight at the same time, no one had ever spoken to him in such a determined manner before.

The thought of her making him repeat this massage almost caused him to cum there and then, yet still she continued to massage his jewels with silk coated fingers, the feeling was most exquisite. She noticed the change in his breathing, noticed his erection begin to pulse as his enthusiasm increased. She offered her palm to him one more time, this time without words, he didn’t need them, he knew what was required and quickly expelled the lubricant into her hand, and she wrapped it around his shaft and increased the speed and depth of her attention, sliding smoothly up and down, increasing his desire rapidly.

As quickly as she had started she stopped, leaving him standing proudly to attention. She took a step back and watched as his cock throbbed gently, twitching with a need that had not been felt for some time.

She saw pre cum on the crowns tip, and looked him in the eye. “Select your next item, and whilst you are doing so I suggest you gather your thoughts, If you cum, we will start again. Go now, and be quick”

He left the painted circle, and returned to the cupboard, he paused for a moment debating which item to choose, knowing his resolve and inner strength was fading, and that if he wasn’t careful his body would soon defy him, he selected the silk scarf, hoping that it wouldn’t be as sensual or intense as the vibrator and would give him chance to regain his composure.

Seeing the scarf, she smiled and pointed to a hard chair that was placed against a wall. He took the scarf and sat down. The cold hard wood was not pleasant to sit on; his testicles touched the seat of the chair cooling his ardour momentarily.

She walked up to him and knelt between his legs, his cock jumped with eagerness, she licked her lips tormenting him further, increasing his desire. He recalled the last time he had felt a woman’s lips around his cock, and how delicious it had felt, he caught his breath and prepared himself.

She wrapped the silk scarf loosely around his hardness, drawing the material across his flesh, it was so tender, so delicate, and his thick swelling bucked and jolted as his imagination put her lips firmly around his cock. He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t stop thinking about her mouth encompassing his manhood. She wrapped the scarf around his tool and pulled softly on each end of the scarf, drawing the material tighter around him, in his mind it was her mouth, his eyes closed as the material grew even tighter, he throbbed and twitched, his balls tightened and despite a last minute desperate attempt on his behalf to fight it, his cock spewed a string of cum like an erupting volcano.

She saw what was happening, and quickly moved out of the way. As he gasped in horror that he had once again failed to control himself, she smirked, rose to her feet and returned the items he had previously chosen to the wardrobe.

She returned to the chair and took him by the hand to the bottom step of the stairway.

She looked at his penis still dripping from his climax and then looked at him with an air of disappointment.

“It’s a shame you can’t obey a simple rule Mark, now we will have to start again, Go back to the cupboard and select your first item, you WILL accept all 3 things from the cupboard before you climax”

“You have 30 seconds to compose yourself and make your new selection” she said as he walked towards the wardrobe once more. She just hoped that this time he would make a more sensible selection.