I was worried I came too quick. She hushed me and told me to let go and never hold back.
Eventually I realized I just wanted to feel her gift, the bliss of penetration, for more than seconds. I wanted to get to edge so I could regain control.
She actively trained away my stamina. She doesn’t miss it, not at all.
This was her choice.
This was not my fetish. Mine was to last indefinitely and not cum. I was proud of my control.
She broke that down and I have none.
She praised me every time I spontaneously spilled.
She found it wondrous when I creamed myself in her arms from just her mere words pressing into my mind. She thinks it’s perfect.
She doesn’t need or want me to fuck. My cock - while I loved it - isn’t important to her. My mind is. She wants to fuck my mind.
She’s in control and her power is an aphrodisiac.
I’m floating in uncharted waters now. I’ve been kept climax free for 115 days today. I’ve worn my new MCN cage for 100 days today. I’ve b
My last orgasm was 120 days ago. 4 months. She gave me my last perfect pour — several twitch-free, climax-free, and so very slow, soft and