Punished For Masturbating
Punished For Masturbating
I knew I was taking a big chance. My partner and housemate Mistress Tania had laid out written ground rules, after I willingly gave her the recognition that I was her slave now. Number one on the list was no masturbation. I gave her total control of my pleasure and she decided when, and if, I was allowed to come. Being caught masturbating meant severe punishment. Mistress did not fool around.
We have had an interesting journey. In the beginning, I had been the master, and she the sub. We flirted with roll switching, and at one point it became evident that she was starting to take over the roll of Mistress. I admit, after years of being the dominant partner, I was enjoying being in her control, and she took to her new role with vigor. What started out as light lashes with a flogger became more forceful, her ability to keep me close to orgasm, and then deny it became masterful, and soon she became Mistress Tania, and I was at her command. A list of rules soon followed, and punishment for breaking a rule was never negotiable.
Besides whipping she would punish me with celibacy for a month or more at a time. It was hard to remember all the rules, since she only let me read them once. One day last month I forgot to shave immediately after showering, and as I exited the shower room, she immediately grabbed me and ordered me into the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she commanded me to kneel in front of her and tongue her to orgasm.
"You didn't shave. Rule 7 is that you will shave every morning because my thighs are extremely sensitive to stubble. I'm afraid you must be punished. You will be denied orgasm for at least 30 days, during which time you will satisfy me daily...and I see by your erection that satisfying me excites you. We'll see how you feel after a month of denial with a erection all day, every day.
And thus began my month of punishment. Every morning...and at bedtime, I had to take a viagra, and while at home could not wear more than a tee shirt. Remembering a past violation of rule number one, I vowed not to masturbate.
This particular month she was feeling particularly sadistic.
"Get in position" was a daily order. Every day I would put the 'ring on a string' as she called it, around my balls, kneel on the end of the bed with my knees spread as far as possible, and pull the string over my shoulder as tight as possible. Obviously, this presented my cock and balls to her every whim.
Denial is a powerful tool, and she and perfected the art. For 30 days she made me kneel before her and bring her to orgasm...sometimes 5 times. When she was satisfied, it was time for The Position. And for thirty days she would torture me with pleasure. Gently caressing my penis with lotion. Sometimes slowly wrapping her lips and bringing me to the brink of coming... but always knowing when to stop. Usually after an hour I was shaking and sweating, constantly on the edge but never given release.
By day 31 My balls were killing me. I knew I had to take a chance. Fortunately, it was a beautiful day and I knew that she would take advantage of it, working outside in the garden for a few hours. my excitement was twofold...finally deciding to masturbate... against my better judgement I might add...and running the risk of getting caught.
When I felt confident that she was preoccupied, I went into the bedroom and laid back on the bed. The anticipation of an orgasm had it's expected result...my penis was growing without even touching it. Taking it in my hand I started to slowly stroke it, thinking about my beautiful mistress and her gorgeous body. I closed my eyes and started working towards a long awaited climax. It wasn't long before I could feel it building...
Closer. Closer...
"What in the hell do you think you are doing"!
Her voice shattered my fantasy and I bolted up...almost falling off the bed.
" I...I...I...was just thinking about you. I couldn't help myself"
"Well, you will learn to help yourself when I get through with you! And unfortunately for you, today is day 31 of your celibate punishment. I had decided that was enough and was going to LET you masturbate. Now you will face the consequences...including a whipping and ANOTHER 30 days of no orgasm. GET IN POSITION. NOW!"
"Yes Mistress. I'm sorry. It's been so long my balls are aching. I'm sorry...I couldn't help myself."
"You have no idea what aching balls are... but you're about to find out."
I knew what I needed to do. Going to the bottom drawer of the night table I and took out two floggers. One about 8" long and one about 15" long. Both were serious business, and Tania knew exactly how to use them on my balls and the head of my penis with pinpoint accuracy. 100 lashes were not uncommon.
I also got out the ring on a string, some lubricating gel, and a 7" vibrating butt plug. Pulling my balls through the ring, I placed the floggers on the bed and handed her the butt plug.
"In position. Now"
I knelt, as always, on the end of the bed. Knees spread wide; butt up as far as possible. Tania turned on the butt plug and lubed my ass. This part was always uncomfortable, and I moaned as she slid the plug into my butt. She pulled the ring string on my balls up over my back through the crack in my ass and handed it to me.
" Pull. I want those balls pulled up as far as you can....and then farther. You are in for a long session. The butt plug will test your ability to exert self-control, which you obviously are severely lacking. You. Will. Not. Come. Understand?"
I mumbled something illegible.
"Excuse me?"
"Yes mistress"
"Good. I'm going back outside for an hour to finish my gardening. You will stay in position, waiting for a whipping, until I return. When I get through with you, you won't want to touch that cock of yours for a long, long time. Enjoy your butt plug" she said with a chuckle.
To be continued...
In the heat of the punishment, I found myself longing for release, but I remembered the severe consequences for masturbation, as stated in 'Punished For Masturbating'. Feeling the pain of 'whipping masturbation submissive' during our BDSM sessions served as a constant reminder of my submission.
After being denied orgasm for an extended period, the urge to pleasure myself became almost unbearable. However, the thought of the 'whipping' and the subsequent '30 more days of no orgasm' deterred me from acting on my desires, reminding me of the consequences of breaking BDSM rules.