No Relief

I can feel your breath, hot on my cock, feeling the lightest breath from your lips as you hover above me, my cock snapping to attention. Poor dumb, desperate thing, it always gives away exactly what I'm feeling. You smile victoriously, amused that you can manage to induce such lust from within me, just from the use of your breath. A shudder of electric excitement runs through me as you start using your fingers, lightly caressing the full length of my shaft. I know that we're still in the easy part, the first few minutes or so that create so much pleasure and, as you play, I try to relax and enjoy it, without getting too carried away and ending too early.  
 
Oh, god, now it's started in earnest, everything else has been a prologue to this. You take my cock into your mouth and begin to tease it, deft little wet traces with your tongue and a very gentle sucking that suddenly stops. Fluttering your lips against the head, god, it's all going to go rapidly downhill from here. You're so damned good at this, seemingly knowing me inside and out understanding my reactions better than I know them myself, you seem to know them all. There is no move I can make, no trick I can try to hurry you. I long to take you by surprise, but I am unable to force your hand. It would almost be easier if you would simply forbid me to cum -  "Don't come, or I'll punish you." At least then I would be able to harbour the illusion that I have a choice in the matter, even if it meant being punished if I came without your permission, but I don't even have that. You don't need to forbid me to come for the same reason that you don't need to forbid someone from breaking the laws of physics, it's just not possible. I try so hard to finish every time you dip your mouth fully along my length, but I fail. Every single time.  
 
I no longer have any idea as to how long I've been lying here, being pushed ever closer to an orgasm that never quite arrives. It feels like years. Oh, the things you're doing to my cock! Lovingly light caresses, the gentlest of squeezes, treating it as if it were a delicate glass object rather than a hungry, desperately pulsating piece of flesh. And then, just as I am managing to relax slightly and retreat from the brink, you unpredictably grasp my cock with your lips and start fucking me with your whole mouth, giving me the most incredible sensations that can be imagined, sucking me as hard as you can, pulling me, forcing me toward that sweet release that I just know I will finally be able to have at last...  
 
And then you stop. Nothing. No sensation. My hips rise off the bed, beyond my conscious control, straining up at the empty air but there is nothing there for me. I can't help but cry out with frustration as I give up the struggle and collapse back onto the bed, my muscles taut, sweat beginning to cover me as I am allowed a few moment's respite. Then I moan as I feel you begin again with your tender, and utterly frustrating, ministrations. If only you would touch me somewhere else! Anywhere else on my body, anything at all, just to have some other sensation. If only you would just kiss my lips, or brush your fingers against my nipples, or even spank my inner thighs... anything!  
 
How are you able to so single-mindedly focus all your attention on my cock? It feels as though the rest of my body has become less substantial, less real, a figment of my imagination, whilst my cock seems to be growing disproportionately, taking over my mind, until I feel that that's all that I am. One enormous, throbbing cock. No brain, no heart, no hands... nothing that can identify me as a human being with a personality. Just this mindless slab of meat that some cruel lover can take to be perpetually teetering on the edge of an explosion, that will never come.  
 
Another agonising hour seems to pass, two, three, but I no longer have a rational mind to tell me that my sense of time has become totally distorted. I have entered a state of pure primal energy and I cannot even think the of words, but my body tells me that you are working me vigorously again, bobbing your mouth up and down on the head of my cock whilst your hand masturbates the shaft.  
I'm barely aware of the fact that my hips writhe beyond control. I have no idea what sounds are passing through my lips or even if I am saying something that can remotely pass for English, or if I'm merely babbling like an idiot.  
 
Nothing I do can gets the slightest reaction from you, I learned that lesson very early. Begging and pleading for my release are simply ignored, you haven't said a word to me, not a single word, during this torment. Nothing to even remotely indicate that you're aware of my existence as something aside from my cock. It is seems to be your ultimate objectification, and it fills me with equal parts of both terror and arousal.  
 
And oh, here it comes again but I can feel it now. It feels like it has been ten or twelve hours, or maybe even days, since you started. You've started working  my cock gently but consistently now, the perfect rhythm to finally push me over the edge and into my much-needed orgasm. I'm moaning at full volume without even being aware of it, panting and writhing on the sweat-soaked sheets. The wave is starting to build in strength now. It begins at my toes and works its way up slowly. God, it's going to be big. It feels like as though it's too big, too much. The wave, no it's much more than a wave, it's a tsunami and it's going to bury me. I can't handle this. I can't. It's going to rip me apart, it will destroy me. Don't you realise that this is going to kill me? Make it stop, please make it stop, please!  
 
That's when I lose it, screaming myself hoarse as my body explodes up through and out of my cock. The whole universe feels as though it is exploding out of my cock. Nothing else exists but this. I do not exist. I a not going to be able to end it with just the explosion, I need more, I...  
          
...there's light. I can see again. I can feel you. My lover, my Lady, holding me. I'm shaking, my mouth nuzzling and whimpering against your soft neck. You talk to me with sweet, soothing tones, just holding onto me whilst my universe rebuilds itself. You know that when I have recuperated I will want to make love to you, to touch every part of you, to satisfy my own sensual needs by filling myself up with all the explorations of you that I have craved for the past hour. You know that I will bring you to the same level of ecstasy that you have given me. But you're in no hurry, you're never in a hurry. I shudder as I think of that, of you, and about the next time you will choose to have me at your mercy.  
                                                              
Waggy   08.06.2012