1. The Temp


    Date: 12/5/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: klammer, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    shame. But even shame took a back seat to my all-consuming need for release. I was desperate for her permission, because in my mind, Veronica did now control my cock. I had just consumed a bowl of her piss to prove it. "Please, Ms. Harper," I whispered. "What is it, Jack?" "I need to cum. I can´t bear how much it hurts." "Oh, I´m so sorry, Jack. Stand up and lower your pants, so I can see your poor cock. I have a reward for you for being such a good boy." A ray of hope flashed through my pounding head. At last, she was going to take pity on me and grant me that tiny push needed to send me over the edge. Quickly, I was standing with my cock free and jutting toward her, more painfully engorged than it had ever been. Veronica reached into her bag, and pulled out a short plastic strap. "This is just like a hospital wrist band, Jack. But, I like to call it a cock collar, because this one doesn´t go around your wrist. And Jack, you had better not cum while I´m putting this on you." Veronica edged forward in the chair, and guided the strap from under my balls to around the top of the base of my cock. The light touch of her fingers on my over-stimulated cock was easily enough to get me off, but I focused all my energy on fighting the urge. She tightened the band, which squeezed the underside of my sac and f***ed my balls up and forward. My teeth clenched as I felt that pre-ejaculation sensation. Veronica locked the band in position as I remained at the brink, and she sat back in her ...
    chair while my cock bobbed in the air, anticipating the eruption that had been denied. "That name tag is your reward, Jack. But instead of your name, it reads ’Property of Ms. Harper´. Now you have a constant, physical reminder that your cock belongs to me." "But, I…?" "Oh, I know. You thought I was going to let you cum? You´ve been good today Jack, but you still haven´t earned that privilege. As my slave, you must learn self-control. Now, go ahead and pull up your pants." Defeated, yet stimulated by her calling me her slave, I did as I was told, adjusting to the sensation of the plastic band wrapped securely around my cock and balls. She´d pulled it so tight that even if I wasn´t hard, there would be no way to slip the band off. I began to think about the implications of my new identification tag. How could I possibly hide this from my wife? Veronica, meanwhile, happily made those implications perfectly clear. "You realize that just like a hospital bracelet, the only way to remove it is to cut it off." She stood up, and leaned in closely towards me. "But, I know you won´t cut it off, Jack… because you want to be branded as my slave." She moved her body up against mine, her lips whispering directly into my ear. "You want it so badly; you´ll even risk your wife discovering my name tag on you." Veronica suddenly grabbed my cock through my pants, and held it tightly. I shut my eyes and gnashed my teeth, frantically fighting off the driving urge to cum right at that moment. She ...
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