I walked in and the room was dimly lite by candle light. There were flower petals everywhere. It looked like a flower shop had exploded and the debris was scattered throughout his house.
I had to stand there and let my eyes adjust to the lighting change from outside. I could feel the moisture building between my legs as I prepared to own him. I couldn’t see him but I could sense him and his desperation was palatable in the air.
He called in the wee hours of the morning. The tone of his voice was almost desperate as he asked me to come to him and help him find relief. He explained that his dick was so hard that it was purple. He had been trying for hours and as hard as he tried he could not cum.
Getting dressed with a smile on my face, I gathered my whips and paddles. I knew that all he needed was a Mistress to give him the proper direction and permission to let that load of his escape his aching balls and shoot like a cannon from the barrel of his dick.
As soon as he saw me he fell to his knees and begged me to allow him to cum. Smiling at him I cracked my whip, he had obviously had a long night and it was going to be a longer morning.
He looked so pitiful there on his knees in the middle of all the perfumed flower petals as he turned around giving me a full view of his ass in all it’s bare glory. Without a word I cracked my whip across his flesh and watched as the tension slowly released knowing that he would finally be given permission to cum.
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