Excerpt: Chastity Training

Mistress Alpha continued her subject's training with a variety of challenges and tests, including a complete cessation of masturbation for periodic intervals of one month. When he returned to her at the end of the month, he would be in obvious pain, and once told her that during the days before their session that week, he had suffered a constant erection. During one of his early training periods, he reported an accidental orgasm in his sleep. From that time on he was locked into a chastity device nightly. During subsequent periods of denial, she would make him masturbate daily for a minimum of ten minutes and a maximum of as long as he could stand, without allowing himself release.

Time took its sweet time passing, but the day inevitably came when she would decide whether to give permission for his emission. He came to her exhausted, wearing the necessary baggy pants and oversized coat that had become his uniform during such stretches of abstinence in order to hide his constant protuberance. She instructed him to strip down, get on his knees, and masturbate. He was to give her a performance, and continually touch his cock, but not to come until she said it was time. Two hours passed, as she read a chapter of a book, filed her nails, returned three phone calls, shaved her legs, accepted a package from UPS, and tried on the new latex lingerie that just happened to be inside that package. For every second he stopped touching himself, she added five minutes on to his performance.

Since he was constantly on the verge of an orgasm, he figured out that he would have to spend most of the time with both of his hands wrapped tightly around his cock and balls, squeezing much too hard in an effort to hold himself back. When she noticed it was getting particularly difficult for him—for example when the whimpering or begging got louder—she would give him a swift kick in the balls that made him double over, turn red in the face and sweat, though it had very little effect on diminishing the tenacity of his erection.

Finally she announced that it was almost time, but he would have to beg as poetically and persuasively as he possibly could. Thirty minutes of begging passed, and eventually, she gave him permission. He came immediately, without so much as a single stroke. As soon as his dick stopped spurting, but before it stopped spasming, he put his tongue to the floor and cleaned up every drop, which had mingled with his sweat, a couple of his tears, and a single drop of her spit she had so generously added to sweeten the puddle.