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“Relax now, Bill”, Ingrid said, “Breathe slowly, in and out. Savor that feeling of pent-up desire, the burning need inside your balls!” Bill was writhing on her devious rack, bound and stretched out in a way that made it impossible for him to move but was just comfortable enough to not get distracted from her teasing. He stared directly at her pussy, sliding slowly up and down his rock-hard cock. “Please!”, he said as she once again reached his sensitive cock head. “Just go ahead”, Ingrid replied, “Just stick it in and fuck me!” Of course, all his efforts were to no avail, so he sighed in frustration and let his head sink back.
Weeks ago, Bill had booked Ingrid and demanded a special treatment – the bondage happy ending. Hoping for a great experience at her skilled hands, he had lightheadedly allowed her to tie him up. After hours of her teasing him without granting him release, she had shrunk his cock down with a pack of ice and locked it up into a chastity device. Obviously, he had not read the fine print at the bottom of the document he signed well enough. Before she had sent him back home with blue balls and inescapably locked up, she informed him of her fees: $100 for the massage itself, $200 for tease and denial and another $300 key holding fee. It was also demanded of him to check in for sessions once a week. Should he fail to show up or provide the money, it was Ingrid’s right to destroy the only key to his cock cage.
Over the course of the last weeks, Ingrid had found all about his preferences, where he liked to be touched and what really drove him wild. Like her big tits and her flat stomach. She had used all of this against him in her sessions, thereby turning him into a slave driven only by the need to finally be allowed to cum. Tonight, she had already spent two hours riding him on the rack, showing him what he could not have. She was so good at keeping him right on the edge, yet he always hoped that at some point, she would show mercy towards him. “Poor Billy, what’s wrong? Just take your big swollen cock and have your way with me!”, she kept taunting. “I warn you though. Should you ever accidentally cum while I tease you on this table, it will be your last orgasm ever! That’s right, I’m just gonna instantly destroy that key of yours before I lock you back into your unforgiving cock prison for the rest of your life. So, it’s in your own interest to hold back!”
Right as she said that, she was pressing her ass down onto his cock, trapping it between her ass cheeks and Bill’s own stomach, and started grinding on it. Within seconds, he was close to shoot his load. Panicking, he tried to get away. “No, no, no, no, no!”, he cried, “Stop! Please, stop!” When she actually stopped, Bill had to fight down the urge to cum, tensing every muscle within his body to prevent himself from orgasming. His cock twitched and produced a small puddle of precum, oozing out onto his belly. “Wow, that was close!”, Ingrid cheered, “I love this so much! And the best thing is that you pay me for all of this torture! You know you could be allowed to cum, right? Just pay the happy ending fee! I know, spending $600 every week so I don’t get rid of that key is pretty much. Doesn’t make it any easier to save up the $10,000 for your release. But hey, that’s really none of my business, haha!”
Bill lay there resigned as she climbed off the rack. “Enough for today, Billy! But I have another surprise for you to keep things interesting. It’s actually a nice gesture to help you keeping yourself from cumming… This new device has little spikes installed to the part covering your cock head. Not only will you try to not cum in this thing, but you will desperately wish you couldn’t get hard at all!” He cried out once again. “No, Ingrid! Please, I can’t stand this! Just let it be, send me home and let me jerk off for god’s sake!” The answer was the sound of a lock clicking shut. “Aww, too late”, the masseuse said happily, “So sorry! Anyway, since you’re still strapped down tightly, lets put your new cage to the test! You said you like the 69-position, right?”