Locktober ended on Halloween and it was a coincidence that i had a session with Lady Helena just that day. We had planned for the week before, but She had to reschedule.
So, with Domina Shelle's permission, this was the perfect opportunity to test my new stroking-machine for the first time.
Lady Helena seemed to be as eager as i was and went to start without that little chat that we usually have before playing. With me tied spread-eagle on my bed and the machine sucking very slowly on my cock, She started to take me into trance while playing with the controls.
It didn't take Her long before She knew exactly which settings got the desired reaction from me.
Especially setting the up and down stroke to different speeds yielded interesting sensations. A slowly down and fast up was the most frustrating feeling of all. It felt like i was half way to the edge, but never able to get there.
Fast down and slow up strokes. on the other hand, felt like hard fucking. No way to resist this pattern.
And this was exactly the pattern She used to make me cum. Lady Helena had timed everything so perfectly, i came in the very moment She gave the command.
I enjoyed my orgasm for a second, but the machine didn't stop. My whole body was tensed and i wanted the sensations to stop. Should i start to beg?
No, Lady Helena was enjoying Herself to much and in the past i often regretted to beg too early. Between my moans and heavy breathing, i managed a 'i'm so sensitive, it's so intense...', hoping that She would maybe slow down a bit. "I know..." She giggled...
I kept fighting a bit longer, but finally asked Her to stop. She did, at least for a minute or so and then started the machine again on a slow speed. It wasn't uncomfortable, but i wasn't in the mood for further stimulation either. Phrases from my daily mantra started to appear in my thoughts. "i trust my owner...", "She knows what's best...", "She owns my body and mind...". I was enduring this for Her, accepted being Her toy and with that, i started to get aroused again.
The stroking stopped. How did Lady Helena know, that it was just getting fun again? Had She waited for this moment? She released me and our session ended, but She had somehow triggered thoughts that occupied my mind for the rest of the evening.
I thought about the moments when i begged for mercy and afterwards i often regretted it. I realized that i didn't beg because it was getting too much, but just because i didn't like it in that moment.
There have been a few times where i decided against begging and looking back, those were the best sessions, because afterwards the endorphins had kicked in and i felt awesome for the rest of the day.
I wrote Lady Helena an email about my thoughts and we have agreed to interpret begging as "i'm now suffering for You". We have agreed on a safeword instead.
I'm also going to share my calendar with my Owners so they can schedule sessions on short notice as they see fit. It gives them more flexibility with their schedule and i like the thrill of not knowing when we will have a session.
