EDGED INTO OBLIVION

He stepped slowly with anticipation through the Inferno corridor, taking in the art adorning the walls on either side of him, every piece suggestive of what might await him inside. The waiting and longing was pretty raw at this stage, having followed the explicit instructions from Lady Phoenix not to orgasm for five days leading up to his session, but the provocatively-designed dungeon was certainly making his arousal crescendo.

His Mistress was sitting on her leopard throne waiting for him, resplendent in a black snakeskin-effect leather corset and skirt with long leather boots. Her wavy golden hair tumbled down from her brightly tattooed shoulders, nails perfectly manicured with red polish and filed to a dangerous point.

“Have you followed my orders not to cum this week?” Lady Phoenix enquired, a little ferociously.

“Yes Mistress, I am five days chaste.”

“Good boy,” she said with a wicked smile on her beautiful red lips, “Now take off your clothes”.

He felt Lady Phoenix’s scrutiny as he took off his shirt, then trousers, then underpants and socks, each layer being shed increasing his exposure and sense of embarrassment, until he was completely naked.

“Kneel at my feet now.” He obliged instantly, as Lady Phoenix reached out to touch his erect cock and feel the weight of his balls in the palm of her hand. He felt very vulnerable and very aroused at the same time, not knowing how much stimulation could push him over the edge. But his Mistress was an expert in that field, and her plan was to keep him right on the brink for as much of his time in the Inferno as possible. She used the pointed toes of her boots to gently tease him, the first drops of precum emerging already on her beautiful footwear, quickly lapped up by her slave’s hungry tongue, as ever so keen to please.

“I want you in my sling now,” she announced, grabbing his hard cock and pulling him towards the leather sling suspended from her tall, sturdy frame. He reclined back into it as Lady Phoenix pushed his feet through some leather loops through which his ankles lay. At the other end, she tied his wrists up in leather restraints. If there hadn’t been any masturbation for five days, there certainly wasn’t going to be any now!

Lady Phoenix dragged her long nails all over his immobilised body, slowing down towards what lay between his spreadeagled legs: a throbbing cock and full balls that belonged to her! She gently traced her fingertips up and down the shaft of his cock at a tantalisingly slow pace. Part of him wished for orgasm already, but he knew it wasn’t to be. His Mistress was intent on prolonging his agony and ecstasy for as long as she could!

After the initial teasing, she went away to retrieve something from one of her well-stocked shelves, a small carry case that snapped open. She produced two thick black bands, both which she bound around his cock, one at the base and one at the tip. She connected a lead from each of these into an ominous-looking handheld box, which she promptly switched on and started turning up, until he started feeling a gentle, pulsing electrical current in his cock. He felt it most on the tip of his cock, especially on his frenulum, which tingled as Mistress toyed with him.

“Ah, you can feel it now!” she gleefully realised, turning it up even more so that the tingle became a throb, a sensation that was hugely heightened after five days without masturbation! His cock began to respond, precum gathering on the tip of it as he got to the brink…delicious but oh so frustrating! She continued notching up the intensity as waves of the electricity seeped through his cock until it was twitching hands-free. He was almost ready for that sweet release when suddenly there was a click as the electrical sensation abruptly ended and the orgasm that he was so perilously close to now subsided…temporarily.

“If you thought that was challenging, then you need to be on my new milking machine!” Lady Phoenix again dragged him by the cock to a bench covered in cushioned red leather and beckoned him up onto it. He lay down on his back as she strapped him in one buckle at a time. A strange contraption dangled from the ceiling: a flask attached to wires connected to a metal milk churn on the floor. Odd-looking as it might be, he knew exactly why it was there.

“The thing is that the term ‘milking machine’ is a misnomer in this case. I’m about to edge you into oblivion.” The flask was plunged down onto his cock and the machine was switched on. Lady Phoenix watched as the flask danced up and down on his cock hands-free, hooked to the ceiling and repetitively pumping his cock. He moaned and writhed a little (as much as he could given the straps pinning him down!) as the cunning Dominatrix deftly adjusted the intensity of the suction and the speed of the machine. After some twiddling of knobs and Allen key twisting, Lady Phoenix found a harmonious sweet spot so that the machine could do its thing as her slave slipped deeply into subspace. He had finally surrendered to the edge.

Every step of the way , Lady Phoenix whispered not-so-sweet nothings into his ear, and one level soothing him with her voice and at another level teasing him with his words. This edge was getting edgier! It was time to take him off the milking machine and onto her bed for the finale.

She tied him down again, knowing that at this stage he especially could not be trusted to touch his own cock. Relief spread over his slightly spaced-out face as she conjured a large vibrating wand from her cabinet of curiosities. Surely this meant…a long awaited orgasm? He was right! It did! Just not for him…

Lady Phoenix pushed the “ON” button, smiled sadistically, and immediately lifted up her skirt so he could see her black satin panties. She rolled the top of the wand all over her clit indulging herself in all that pleasure right in front of his very eyes. He was now on the brink of cumming through mental stimulation alone! If only that wand would head to his cock for even a fraction of a second…

But it was not to be, as Lady Phoenix touched herself all over with her left hand, stroking her breasts as wetness formed on her panties and her moans rang out even more loudly that his had today. She shuddered and came hard, her cumface imprinted firmly on her slave’s brain for the foreseeable future. He somehow knew that this wasn’t going to end in a satisfying way for him…

“This is for you,” she said, producing a silver metal chastity device. “Welcome to Locktober. You’ve done five days already, so what difference does another thirty-five make?” She laughed evilly, locking him up and popping the key between her breasts. His face dropped as realised it was not so much game over as the real, tough games just beginning…