Guided Masturbation: The New Snake Oil

Hi. I am a Femdom, specializing in guided masturbation. I could tell that something had been bothering my slave for a while. He’d been working way too long and too hard at his job, for one thing. It had run him down and made him dull and lethargic. Because of those long hours, he’d also been neglecting his health. He hadn’t actually gotten sick, but I could see that because he was both physically and mentally exhausted, illness was probably looming on the horizon once cold season arrived.

I decided that, as his Femdom Mistress, I would be remiss if I didn’t do something to remedy the problem. I couldn’t very well tell him to quit his job, but I could have him take a day off. It wasn’t like the man didn’t have weeks of vacation days built up. (There is such a thing as too good a work ethic, you know.)

So, as it happened, his birthday was going to fall on a Friday, so I gave him instructions to take both the Thursday before and his birthday off. It was time for us to recharge the batteries, so to speak. I had an idea in mind, but I didn’t give him any indication whatsoever of what was to transpire in the next few days.

A Birthday Surprise From Mistress

On Thursday, I let him sleep as late as he wanted, since he appeared to need it quite badly. He finally awoke around noon and ate the lunch I had delivered for the two of us. Already, he looked better than I’d seen him looking in weeks, but I was just getting started.

After we finished eating, I told him to go take a shower and then come back into the bedroom with me. He obeyed like a good boy, and before long, I had a fresh, clean, slave boy with wet hair lying in bed with me. That was when I began teasing him in earnest.

His cock grew hard immediately. It hadn’t had a lot of attention lately with all the long hours he’d been working. It also made edging him very easy because it only took a touch or two to bring him close to the edge.

I spent the better part of the afternoon teasing and denying him, knowing it would result in an explosive orgasm. His balls were uncomfortably full when we took a break for dinner. Not wanting the teasing to end completely, I had the foresight to slip a butt plug designed to press against his prostate inside him.

The Teasing and Guided Masturbation Continues

He squirmed around a lot during dinner, especially when my foot found its way into his lap and teased his cock to make sure it stayed hard. Other than that, though, there was no outward sign of his inner torment.

When we returned to the bedroom, I sat down on the bed and had him stand right in front of me. It was time for his orgasm denial to end, but he didn’t know that yet. I smiled at him and whispered, “Stroke for me.”

He started to jerk off, slowly at first, awaiting his instructions. We’d done guided masturbation before so he already knew I’d have some directions for him. I went excruciatingly slowly, having him stroke himself in many different ways for me, building his arousal more and more.

Finally, I got him to the point that he could take no more. That was when I gave him permission to cum. “Thank you, Mistress!” he managed to whisper before the orgasm overtook him. He shot a huge load of cum all over my chest, which I allowed him to lick up like a good little cum eating slave after he recovered from the massive orgasm that wracked his body.

It was getting rather late once we finished, so I put him to bed. I can’t tell you how much better he seemed the next day, his birthday. We had even more fun together over the weekend, and when he went back to work, even his coworkers noticed his new demeanor.

Apparently, guided masturbation is the new snake oil. It can cure what ails you, no matter what it might be! From now on, I’ll be using it at least once a week…as preventive medicine, of course.

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