Yesterday, after three hours of humiliation and brinking, I threatened to send my client home with his throbbing erection tucked into his street cloths and he offered to beg. I’ve heard a lot of begging in my time as a prick tease, so prepared myself to be underwhelmed. Its always somewhere along the lines of “please oh please of please Mistress can I come please.” Even with a voice quaking in desperation it’s old hat. I really don’t care to gift you with something unless it’s entertaining for me – or I truly think you have earned it. I have LONG since passed the point of thinking that since you are paying me, you deserve an orgasm. Because really, you don’t. If you really want an orgasm, if that is really your very top priority, stay home, save your money and masturbate.

But you need more, don’t you. You need my approval. You need to entertain me and know that you have truly earned that release. You need to give up control to me. You need to be teased, tormented, and denied. The second you cum, your desire to please me wanes. Even if it’s just the slightest bit, it still takes away from me. So why would I let you cum? I was grinning with the though of my playing driving home with full sore balls, when he quietly plead his case.

“Please let me get this out of my body. It’s effecting my brain.”

My plaything truly caught me off guard and entertained me with his creativity and was granted a release, as long as he ate every drop, which he did.

The bar has been raised. How can you entertain me? How can you earn your release?