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"Mistress--" Choking on a bubble of spit that had gathered in his throat, the frilled dragon's handpaws clasped while his feet writhed as he struggled against leather restraints and titanium chains. "I--I can cum today, right?" Nyte's question tapered off with a ragged breath and a vibrato-laden whimper. "It's been so long ..." Adjusting his butt on the squeaky, dimpled leather pads that cushioned his back, his huge toes gnarled and fanned out as his bobbing boner spewed precum all over his lower stomach.

"Aww ..." The dragoness's unhesitant paw wrapped around his raging erection at the base right above the white ring and, applying pressure on the backside, she slid her fingers up the whole length, all the while her lips were curled upwards in a playful grin. "We haven't started this week's session and you're already making a mess." He huffed as his head and chest jolted forward, a river of viscid pre-ejaculate being coaxed out of his engorged cock by her firm grip. "Look at all this goop ... You should be ashamed of yourself - I have to clean this up after I'm done with you!"

Nyte's six-pack quavered as her paw reached the glans, his biceps seemingly dancing under his skin from the strain. "I--I'm sorry, Mistress. I promise I'll c--clean everything up!" A throaty exhale was accompanied by glob of saliva flying out of his elongated muzzle. "Just, please ..." The frenetic squirming stopped, the droplet of spittle creeping down his flank. "Can I please cum today? It's been weeks!" Condensate shot out of his nostrils, a wet glint in his eyes.

Opening her paw and letting his manhood wobble freely in the air, she took a couple of sleek steps towards the captive's head, a hand anchored on her curvy hip. Leaning over, she placed both paws, palms down, on either side of his broad shoulders and looked at him dead in the eye. "Oh, you will cum today ..." A whimper escaped Nyte's clenched teeth - she seemed massive in his eyes' reflection. Her smug stare remained as she glided her claws down the coarse surface of the bondage table ... It sounded like the muffled sound of nails going down a chalkboard.

"You see," she said, flicking a scale on his stomach with a pointy nail, "it all depends on how bad you want it." His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. Continuing poking his lower abdomen with one hand, she propped her chin in the other and rested her elbow in one of the dimples of the leathery surface. "Today, I want to test your willpower ..." Nyte's pupils shrank to the size of pinholes. "But only very,very good boys get to enjoy the pleasure of climax." He felt his stomach roll and found it difficult to down the saliva that had accumulated in his throat.

Her cocky eyes narrowed as the paw that was teasing his tummy crawled down his lower abdomen and, finger by finger, curled itself around his throbbing cock, his hips and tail shuddering from her touch. His gaze immediately focused on his pelvis with pupils the size of saucepans. "Now, don't get ahead of yourself." Nyte's cock was worked dexterously, her paw going up its length at an agonizingly snaillike pace with her luxuriously soft palm. As she got to the top, a drop of Cowper's fluid detached itself from his tip and disappeared under her palm.

His stomach sucked in as his head laid back, resting on his cheek, eyes slammed shut. "Oh, yes, please, please ..." His frenzied muttering went from the chaotic intensity of a madman having a breakdown to a crazed yet subdued murmur, and then it stopped. Nyte's eyes opened and, mouth ajar, looked back down at his crotch - she had just stroked him once, holding her paw at the top. With her hand stationary, he felt its presence, its warmth, its texture ... But with no friction, there was no pleasure.

She looked back at him with a raised eyebrow and a cocked head. "I think you were enjoying yourself a little too much over there." Her fingers separated themselves from his phallus one by one, thin strings of precum stretching between her digits and Nyte's denied virility. Even though it wasn't enough to eventually drive him to climax, his orgasm-denied sensitivity made even that pleasurable and his pelvis trembled with every finger that detached; the two top fingers around his cockhead in particular caused the strongest reaction.

Giggling, she popped a digit into her mouth and savored his desperation. "Aww, I bet you wanna cum so bad ..." She leaned on the table's surface with a paw, the cushiony pads yielding to her feminine appendage as he let out a ragged, miserable breath. "You taste horny, though I think it's better if I taste you directly ..." Nyte huffed as her head jerked towards his groin in one sensuous motion, her lips wrapping around the base of his cockhead. Looking at him sideways with a cunning squint, a hard smile formed around his phallus - she sucked, taking in almost half a mouthful of precum.

"Ahhhhhhh ..." The sensation was indescribable. Pointing his toes in sheer erotic pleasure, Nyte thrust his hips instinctively, his top teeth biting into his lip. Almost as immediately as the impromptu blowjob had begun, it stopped. Her wonderful lips parted ways with his needy cock, the tips of her teeth teasing his cockhead, and he was cruelly thrust back into real life with a whine and shuddering hips. "Shush." Her tone was sweet yet commanding, like a bullet dipped in honey and chocolate syrup. "That was just to taste you and get rid of that pre so you don't get it all over the place ..."

Standing flat on the bare pads of one footpaw and the bent toes of the other, her hand wrapped itself around the middle of his aching desire, a flirtatious glimmer in her eye as she looked at him with her cheek almost touching her shoulder. "And you definitely_do_ taste horny." She chortled as she began a sumptuous handjob, and the effect was immediate - like before, Nyte's head melted into the dimpled leather behind him.

"Pl--Please, Mistress, I need to cum so bad," Nyte said in between the wet, sloppy noises of his dick being massaged.

"Like I said, you only get to do that if you're a very good boy for me today ..." Up and down went her paw amidst Nyte's almost imperceptible pelvic thrusts and toe curling. "If you have the self-control for what about I'm about to tell you, I promise you'll cum at the end ... If not, I'll ruin your orgasm ..."

He winced at the word "ruin" - the worst fate imaginable. "No, no, please ... I--I'll be a good boy ... I can do it ... Just please, don't ruin!" Nyte's butt was rocking more prominently now in unison with her pleasant strokes.

"I'm going to edge you three times, and you better not shoot your load, or else I'll let go right before you begin cumming ..." Her hand kept massaging and caressing Nyte's erection, her hand twisting elegantly at the end of each stroke. "And we all know how much you_love_ that ..." Her voice trailed off, his rhythmic whimpers accentuating her devious chuckle. "If you can last three edges, I'll let you enjoy a full orgasm!"

"No, plea--please, I--I can do three edges!" By this point, he was practically fucking her paw, his ass swinging wildly, balls lightly slapping the back of her appendage, his enormous tail flailing.

"OK, good boy ... First, we have to learn some control. Ass. Your ass - back down on the table." She slapped his thigh with the fleshy palm of her handpaw. It took a couple of seconds for Nyte's willpower to override his fleshly desires; his butt and tail froze in place mid-thrust and quivered a few times before they descended as his cock was still being pleasured. "Good boy. Do not lift your ass off from now on, got it?"

"Yes, Mistress," said Nyte, swallowing hard, his voice a quarter of an octave lower than usual.

"Now, I'm going to stroke, and you better not cum ..." The pace of the handjob picked up.

"Yes, Mistress."

"When you feel you're about to shoot your filthy load, you better tell me!" As her paw massaged Nyte's shaft, she made sure to let her claws graze the edges of his cockhead - this made it all the more pleasurable, and consequently, made edging much harder.

"Yes, Mistress, I will."

"What will happen if you don't tell me and you start cumming, slave?" She focused the motion of her undulating paw on his sweet spot.

"Yo--You'll ruin my orgasm, Mistress." Nyte's hips buckled, the spines on his tail standing on end as he used every ounce of his resolve to keep his buttocks firmly planted on the leather.

"And is that good?" The pad of one finger concentrated on the frenulum - stimulation here, even without any stroking, could produce very intense orgasms.

"No, Mis--fu--Mistress, it's ba--oh, my God ..." Nyte struggled to concentrate - the utter desire to relieve his sexual tension with an enjoyable orgasm in addition to his Mistress teasing the most sensitive spot on his cock were proving to be a challenge.

"What's wrong, slave? Speak up!"

"No, Mistress, it's bad," he wheezed through clenched teeth, soldiering through the excruciating ecstasy, his body buckling, toes fanned out and gnarling.

"Good boy!" The handjob went back to normal - full shaft strokes at a moderate pace. "Now, don't you fucking dare cum ..."

"I won't, Mistress." His toes uncurled and his six-pack partially disappeared back into his abdomen, Nyte's frenulum no longer being assaulted with pleasure-torture.

"Now, silence, and only speak when you are on the edge ..."

For the next minute, only Nyte's strenuous, deep breaths and the rhythmic, sloppy noises of the wonderful handjob could be heard. His eyes opened - a fire smoldered in his crotch. Stroke.

Each rub brought him closer to the bursting point. His breathing became more labored every time the edge of her finger and handpaw grazed the corona of his glans.

For a couple of seconds, Nyte's mind wandered - crisp images formed in his imagination of his engorged phallus bearing down and expelling his sexual frustration in exquisite ropes of milky-white satisfaction. Stroke.

Maybe if he suppressed how close he was to ejaculating, he'd get to enjoy more of it ... Maybe she wouldn't even notice he was cumming if he managed to shoot it real high and she wasn't looking. Not that it mattered - depending on how intensely the red light at the base of Nyte's cock strobed, she knew precisely how close he was to cumming; he still had to tell her when he was about to blow his load because she wanted Nyte to struggle, to suffer ... And if he tried to be sneaky, it would cost him dearly.

This was it. The point of orgasmic inevitability was a stroke away. The little red LED on the white ring blinked at a higher frequency - situated on the back of his cock, he couldn't see it.

"Mi--Mistress, I'm close! Stop!" Nyte's butt shuddered and he clamped down on his pubococcygeus muscle, his toes clenching to the point of mild cramping ... In case he accidentally went over, he had to make sure not a single drop would come out of the tip.

The bobbing paw let go of his cock. "Good boy!" Nyte's boner twitched and lurched forward - an unholy war of wills broke out as the piercing red light's pattern picked up speed; his body wanted to discharge hearty, thick strings, but his mind dreaded the prospect of a ruined orgasm.

Deep in his groin, his warm sticky seed bubbled sweetly against Nyte's taut muscles enticing him to open up and give in to the desire to ejaculate, even if pleasurelessly.

Just as the soreness in his pelvic tendons reached excruciating levels, the unbearable desire in his loins waned.

"That's a good boy ... Keep it all in!" Rubbing the bottom of her footpaw up and down her ankle, her hands rested on the rough surface of the bondage table as the light's hectic strobing dwindled back to a languid pace. "That's one edge ... I don't know if you can do two more!" As Nyte opened his eyes and raised his head, she slow-blinked at him while standing on the tip of her big toe, knee bent titillatingly, the other foot flat on the ground.

"I'll do whatever you say, Mistress," he said in a whimper of submission with undertones of intense sexual frustration, each uneven breath exposing his shapely six-pack, his toes wiggling to relieve the cramping.

"And I don't expect you to do anything but that, slave," she said, not breaking eye contact with her pet, her thumb pushing at the base of Nyte's urethra and gliding up to squeeze out another miniature fountain of precum. "If you cum with this gunk still in your cock, you'll make a mess - it's always so watery and gets everywhere!"

As his pre leaked out of his glans like a fleshy geyser of mineral oil, her touch brought back pleasant yet undesirable hallucinations of erupting cocks, of toes curling in ecstasy, of assholes clenching while in the throes of passion. Nyte huffed, his lips fluttering as he shook the treacherous visions out of his mind.

"All right," she said, her elbow wedged in a leathery dimple, her handpaw supporting her face. "Ready for round two?" The back of her claws grazed the sensitive skin that enveloped Nyte's scrotum - a hybrid sensation of ticklishness and arousal slammed into his core, his thigh muscles jolting under his skin, a blob spurting out of his erection.

Nyte's neck bent at an almost ninety-degree angle, and his mouth fell open as the wayward gush forced itself out of him, his pupils almost disappearing into his wide eyes.Fuck! Did I just cum?

"I didn't know you could also shoot pre like that," she said, much to Nyte's relief, his straining abdominal muscles releasing.

"Yes, Mistress. I--I think I can do another edge," he responded, looking down at his wiggling toes.

"You don't sound very convinced, slave." Her elegant palm wrapped itself around his boner and the handjob resumed at the same moderate-slow cadence as before, coaxing Nyte to take another deep breath and settle into his leathery restraints.

"Yes, Mistress. I can edge one more time," he said, fighting the pleasure in his groin to construct clear sentences. Every other tenth of a second, an intrusive image of an ejaculating penis invaded Nyte's conflicted psyche.Goddamnit, why is she so good at handjobs? The way her hand twisted sultrily at the end of each upstroke to provide friction to the glans, the way his skin was expertly pulled all the way down and stretched all the way up without it being uncomfortable, the absolutely perfect speed and rhythm.Shit, it feels better than any toy, pussy or ass ... Fuck.

"I'm warning you - this'll be much harder than the last one," she said, eyeing his quivering ballsack with a cocked head during a downstroke. "But I don't care ... You cum, I ruin it ..." Her hand pushed down on the coarse, curvy table surface, the material yielding to the shape of her paw, one of her knuckles cracking. "Fight it." Lips still shiny from her cruelly short blowjob, her glare had hints of both menace and salaciousness.

"I will, Mistress. I won't cum." Every second that passed, forming coherent thoughts and sentences proved harder and harder. It was the sheer desire to cum fully after three edges that gave Nyte the drive to push aside his yearning. That, and the mere thought of "ruined orgasm" made his entrails creep and crawl and his muzzle crinkle. How could such a harsh thing exist? To be taken to the very heights of pleasure, only to have it replaced with the most soul-shattering feeling imaginable ... Horrible ...

"You better not. Now, speak only when you are close." The claws of one paw drummed one by one below the table in satisfaction as her eyes took in the sight of her pet - Nyte's respiration was deep, his toes twitched and wiggled whenever the receptive sides of his glans were caressed during the end of an upstroke and the start of a downstroke, and his handpaws tightened with more conviction with each stroke. "Good boy ... Don't you dare shoot that filthy load of yours ..."

A concoction of precum odor and the smell of his own groin penetrated his nostrils, making it harder to focus on not getting carried away. The end of each upstroke sent a jolt of carnal joy deep into the pit of Nyte's stomach, a split-second white-hot bolt of pleasure that inveigled him to ignore his Mistress's command.Yeah, screw her ... I'll cum if I want to. For the next few tugs off his cock, his posture eased into the table, a silly, comical grin plastered on his face while the tip of his tail wagged. A vivid image of an unimaginably rock-hard penis being stroked manifested in his stupefied mind, each virtual rub synchronized with the real pleasurable friction around his own member - his teeth clenched and his handpaws tugged on his restraints as the cock in his imagination oozed a river of cum ... Without any paw around it. Nyte's eyes shot open, pupils inconceivably small. His mind had snapped back to reality.No, no, no ... No ruined orgasm, screw that. Th--Think of how good a full cumshot would feel.

The tingle had returned to that area just below his balls. He couldn't help but curl and release the toes of a paw as her skillful hand worked his manhood.Don't give in ... Fight it. You can fucking do this. Nyte had no idea it could be possible to be this goddamn horny and desperate. The large reptile's balls were tugged upwards just a scintilla with another upstroke. The prickling in the base of his cock was like a devilish, miniature, beguiling version of himself, squatting on his shoulder and whispering sweet, false promises of pleasure in his perking ears._No, fuck off! I do not want it to be ruined!_He tossed his head away from the imp, refusing to give in - but the rascal wasn't anywhere near his ear, revealing itself as a maddening tickle in his crotch.

Up and down went her expert paw. Goddamnit. Nyte was getting close again. His ballsack quivered and began its gradual retraction. The corner of her lip curled upwards as she savored the friction of his moist glans against her palm, his well-formed six-pack becoming more noticeable with each stroke, his stomach muscles tightening.Shit ... So close.

Her lips parted, perfectly aligned teeth peeping through. "Bad boy!" His cock trembled in her stroking paw as his ass quivered in ecstatic joy. "What did I tell you! Keep your butt still ..." A vocalized huff escaped his throat; ignoring his will, his pelvis seemed to have developed a mind of its own, desperate to release his seed. Amidst her incessant stroking, he commanded his buttocks to stay immobile, somehow summoning enough willpower to also keep his orgasm at bay for the time being.

I am the master of my own body. "Good boy ..." A tendon in his right asscheek contracted, its outline visible through his skin, and he again felt an overwhelming desire to screw his Mistress's undulating paw.So close ... He bit his lip and pulled his footpaws back, relishing a couple of strokes.No! Cut it out, you'll cum and she'll fucking ruin it. Nyte's throat vibrated and his cheeks puffed as he hyperventilated, trying to shake off the intense desire to ejaculate, the singeing sensation in his pelvis growing ever stronger.

Fu--Fuck. OK. I can't take this. A few more rubs and he'd be sent over the edge. "Mistress! I'm close, st--stop!" Tapping her foot under the table, she gave his engorged phallus one more erotic stroke. His toes not completely clenched, the red light blinked at a more frenzied pace. Nyte's arms pulled hard against the restraints causing a deafening, jangly thud. "Mistress! I can't!" With a roll of her eyes, she looked at his sweaty, flustered, desperate countenance, and gave Nyte a final, particularly sensual downstroke, and the red twinkle situated at the base of his cock scintillated almost continuously.

His muzzle opened wide as her paw withdrew. Summoning absolutely every last inch of determination he had, the boy clamped down on his pelvic muscles to the point of intense discomfort. The stupid imp from before materialized next to his ear to whisper sweet nothings in his shivering ear as bubbles of tantalizing cum popped against his sore pelvic tendons, begging to be let out. With a mighty roar, Nyte banished the conniving demon of lust out of his mind and felt the pressure in his lower tummy subside.

"I knew you could do it," she said as his body shivered from sheer exertion and sexual desire, his toe knuckles cracking as he eased them back into place. "That's your second edge!" A glint of delight twinkled in her eye as she leaned over to speak in a sly murmur. "One more and you'll be cumming your silly brains out ..." Before Nyte could express how much he looked forward to shooting ropes of joy for her, his Mistress had decided his final edging would commence.

Nyte's eyes almost popped out of his skull and his body slammed back into the table.No, shit ... I can't edge too long this time ... She didn't give me any downtime! On each downstroke, she let her fingers lovingly tickle and taunt his cockhead.Oh, shit ... He looked down at his furiously hard erection, not sure how he'd be able to stop himself from cumming. Nothing was on his mind but the desire to pump hearty, juicy threads of jizz out his system.No, no ... She'll stop and it'll suck. Fuuuck ... But it felt so goddamn good ... Mmmm, she really knew how to work a poor pet's cock, driving him absolutely wild with the desire to orgasm.

"O--Okay, st--stop! Mistress, please, I'm gonna cum!" The point of no return had snuck up on Nyte this time with very little time to react - but he had made it, just at the very last possible stroke. Like always, her paw pulled back as the light around his cock flashed persistently. He ordered every single muscle fiber to contract, and it paid off ... Ten seconds later, he felt the cum retreating.

"Attaboy ..." Still struggling to block out the pain from his tired muscles, Nyte started chuckling. "I--I did it, didn't I, Mistress?" His stomach rippled as he laughed elatedly, a twinkle in his eye.

"Yes, you did. Such a good boy." Her finger went up to her muzzle, a large black claw placing itself in front of her lips.

"Ye--Yes, Mistress." Nyte's body immediately rid itself of all signs of glee - he was ecstatic on the inside but feared that the wrath of his Mistress would rob of him of his well-deserved pleasure at the last moment.

"Are you ready to cum nice and hard for me, pet?" Her digits curled around his desperate, pulsing cock. He nodded, his eyes shining with optimism, his toes twirling and bending.

First stroke...

Nyte melted into the bondage table, tail going limp, everything around him fading except for the searing in his crotch, his toes wiggling. Not encumbered by the requirement to refrain from ejaculating, he relaxed his body, focusing on the escalating sensation in his genitals.

Second stroke...

Excited to a hypersensitive state, he licked his dry lips, feeling the lone drop of precum trailing down his shaft during the downstroke, savoring the feeling of her palm brushing against the sensitive ridge of his cockhead as Nyte's tummy undulated, briefly revealing his chiseled torso.

Third stroke...

His nostrils flared and his heart pounded against his eardrum as he grazed the point of no return - and the feeling was delicious.Oh, shit, this is gonna be huge ... Nyte's plump toes fanned out and his handpaws balled up into nearly perfect spheres.

Fourth stroke...

Asshole clenching, the fire in his groin threatened to explode as he finally crossed the point of ejaculatory inevitability. Nyte's toe knuckles turned white as they curled one by one, his footpaws bowing towards each other. He drew in a deep breath though his nose, his balls squeezing into his groin, the rest of his body still supine and melting into the table in sheer bliss, muzzle ajar in an O-shape flanked by scarlet, burning cheeks. The boy felt like his very soul and essence were about to escape his corporeal existence and become one with the Universe as the red glint's flashing accelerated.Oh, my God!

Fifth stroke...

His brows furrowed. The orgasm was coming on way stronger than he had anticipated ... It almost felt too good to be possible.Oh, Jesus, fuck!_Nyte's powerful tail curled up, a tenth of its usual size. The searing embers in his groin were unbearable. This was going to be one of_those orgasms, where each massive wave of pleasure that crashed into his core was topped off with the most toothsome sting - these were the best climaxes ever, and he'd only ever experienced two of them before ... and they were never ending. Seed pooled in the base of his cock, and the building colossal pressure forced him to vocalize, his breath mostly remaining within his raised ribcage. "Oh ...!"

Sixth stroke...

Smoldering droplets of cum entered the base of Nyte's cock. "Ah ...!" Her paw glided down his impossibly hard shaft. "AH ...!" His asshole slammed shut, the muscles in his crotch quivering and conspiring to relieve him after weeks of sexual denial. The insufferable burning deep in his pelvis was about to relieved with God knows how many jets of liquid pleasure. Her hand reached the base of his cock. "AHH!" The light's fluttering evolved into a sustained glow, signaling that his orgasm had commenced.

On the precipice of heaven, his eyes half-opened and his head cocked forward at a slight angle.Wh--What? Why the fuck did she let go?! Nyte's gaze shifted to meet her eyes ... And his heart crashed into the pit of his stomach. In that second, he noticed the dimple forming below her left eye, that telltale dimple of wickedness.No, what the fuck! In that second, her mouth shaped into a faux O of shock and a gleam twinkled in her eye.She fucking promised!! And in that second, he started ejaculating.

"Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ..." Seed creeped out of his glans and coated his shaft in the slimy substance as the muscles in Nyte's pelvis failed catastrophically; usually his entire groin would throb in ecstasy to fling his cum out his system with considerable force. This time, there was only a dull ache and the noisome sting that would have accentuated the full orgasmic burst ... Without the pleasure, the sting was hellish.

"Nooo, arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh ..." His toes curled horribly, threatening to disappear into his footpaws, as the hideous, achy, pleasureless emission continued, wrenching another groan of dissatisfaction out Nyte's soul.

The fiendish shimmer persisted in her eyes, her paw daintily placed in front of her mouth pretending to hide the shame for what she had just done, chuckling under her breath as she watched the spunk drain from Nyte's balls. He shuddered and groaned horribly as his tip seared, his body shocked by the frustration of the worst ruined orgasm of his life.

For the first time in his life, Nyte wished his climax would stop. He was cumming a river and he could feel the seed flowing out of his poor manhood, running down his entire length and forming an immense pool on his lower stomach and against his inner thighs and balls ... the same seed that had been denied release for weeks and he had fought tooth and nail to keep inside before.

But she had stopped stroking. On the cusp of what was possibly the strongest orgasm anyone could have ever experienced. His teeth seemed to meld into the froth that had formed around his muzzle and his fingers and toes contorted at unnatural angles - every nerve was alive in his toned physique. Gray-white puddles that smelled of bleach formed below the leather table, a copious stream dribbling from the side of his pelvis. Nyte's gruesome groans and the occasional feminine, low-pitched giggle resonated in the dungeon amidst the unearthly, never-ending torrent of seed emanating from his manhood.

Even though he'd been drained of every drop of cum, his punishing orgasm refused to end. Nyte's cock still strained miserably against the dungeon's musky air, begging, pleading, crying for stimulation. Rhythmic, anguished moans accompanied his tortured sex's dry-heaving for a full minute as it attempted to derive the measliest morsel of pleasure from the molecules of air, from the white ring around his cock, from_anything_ - all to no avail.

A gurgling gulp of saliva signaled the end of the most ruinous moment of her pet's life, the light at the base of his cock stabilizing. "You promised ... Wh--why'd you stop?" Nyte was on the verge of tears. The massive puddle that had formed on his thighs trickled down his pelvis to pool into a leathery dimple. This was a one-off - there was no way he'd get to build up such a colossal climax again.

"Remember a few weeks ago?" He coughed and rotated his left footpaw to get rid of the cramping and then blinked and locked eyes with his Mistress, muzzle ajar. "Yeah ...That. Maybe next time you won't say it if you don't mean it ..."

Visions of that session entered Nyte's mind.

"But never mind that - look at this mess you've made!" She walked over to the cabinet to the side of the dungeon and fished out a large goblet. "You know what happens when you mess up this place ..."

As Nyte recalled the events from a few weeks ago, she started scooping up his ejaculate in the chalice.

He remembered the punishing post-orgasmic stimulation after he'd cum too soon ... It was absolutely unbearable. It always was when she used a wall-powered massager on his cockhead.

In his desperation back then, ...

... Nyte had shouted, "Please, Mistress, punish me next time, it's too much!"

His mind returned to the present - his Mistress hovered over him, a couple of drops of ammonia-smelling gray-white liquid dripping out of the glass's edge onto his neck. "Open wide!"