1. How Lieke Became Mistress Ginger


    Date: 5/23/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: Bringtherapture, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    pressed it against the wrinkled hole. Mike expelled a teeth-gritted grunt as the muscular ring resisted, to only slowly open and then close quickly on the smooth shaft. I wanted to find the sweet spot as fast as possible, so, as I moved the ball up the channel, I listened and watched him carefully. When I heard him groan and saw his anus tense and buttocks twitch, as if wanting more, I knew the ball was well placed and stopped, just letting the wand's weight and ball's bulk exert constant pressure on the gland. The sudden icy touch to his anus instantly snapped Mike from his endorphin-induced reverie. For a time he just gave himself over to Mistress Ginger's skillful orchestration of sensations, enjoying what was happening in his ass, but also his cock's release from restraint. It had filled almost immediately and begun to throb, a sensation that triggered a vision of it bobbing, unseen, under his belly like that of a horse or dog. Thus, his pleasure was completely interrupted when Mistress spotted its engorgement and brought it under control. Now, he was left to focus entirely on the cold mass that pressed up behind his penis, a completely different type of pleasure. Whenever Mistress had fucked him with a dildo and levered its head up against his prostate there had been an electric, somewhat chilling, tingle. This frigid intruder, however, felt massive and produced a shiver that rose and fell, came and went. It was like a nerve bundle deep inside his body, the root of ...
    his penis, was filled with icy mercury, whose constancy was a tingle that ran from root to glans. There was also a continuing sensation of his channel churning about the ball, slightly clamping and releasing from it. But periodically there would be a sudden shutter and a thrill would rise step by step and then recede. While this was a little like starting and stopping rubbing his penis, it was fundamentally different in that the rising and falling trills felt more like small orgasms that were deep inside him and it seemed that they could go on forever, particularly exciting because it was beyond his control. As it continued, he began to feel like he was peeing slightly and soon afterwards the pressure changed as the ball began to move ever so slightly. Now the trills climbed higher and an ache began to swell along the root that the ball's ridge stimulated. Mike's focus centered more and more on that elongating ache that yearned to pitch over. During each five or six second ride the ridge would urge the ache up and up, until finally it spilled, releasing into a remarkable, slowly expanding bliss. It was completely unlike a penile climax, that rushing explosion and quickly receding buzz; this was like the bottom of a column of warm water had opened and flooded through and beyond his body, only retreating by lazily spinning and draining into nothingness. As his body recovered its boundaries, he gradually became aware of the increased pressure on his chest and knees as his weight ...
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