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This story is copyright (c) 1998 by SuthrnLrd. You can 
use it any way you want for your own personal enjoyment, 
but if you rip off my work and try to pass it off as 
your own, or if you archive my work and charge money to 
read it, then you suck.
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One Hour
by SuthrnLrd (suthrnlrd@hotmail.com)

***

How can she so single-mindedly focus all her attention 
on my cock? Until it feels as if the rest of my body 
becomes less substantial, less real, a figment of my 
imagination, while my cock seems to grow 
proportionately, taking over my mind, until I feel that 
that is all I am. One enormous, throbbing cock. (Fdom/M, 
oral, bd, tease)

***

My body shivers with excitement and fear as she 
blindfolds me. I test my bonds and find them, as usual, 
to be perfect. There is no escape for me. For the next 
hour I am hers.

When did this become an hour? It seems just a few days 
ago that it was twenty minutes. And yet I know it must 
have been at least several months since that easy 
beginning. She is so very thorough. Nothing is left to 
chance. She has built me up week by week, adding a few 
minutes each week, allowing me to adjust... or at least 
to have the illusion that I have adjusted.

Now I can feel her breath, hot on my cock. Each time 
begins exactly the same way, with this clear, simple, 
nonverbal message. I know exactly what I'm in for. This 
knowledge doesn't help.

The act of tying me to the bed was enough to make me 
hard. But feeling the breath from her lips as she hovers 
above me, my cock snaps to attention. Poor dumb 
desperate thing -- it's a Pavlovian reaction that will 
cost me dearly. And reward me almost beyond my ability 
to bear it.

I can _feel_ her smile. Perhaps after so many weeks of 
this, my cock can recognize the pattern of the warm air 
that comes from her mouth. And I know what she is 
thinking. I shudder.

When she first told me what she wanted to do, it was 
late at night, and we were holding each other after an 
evening's lovemaking. At first, I laughed and heartily 
agreed, thinking it would just be a fun turn-on for both 
of us. But she explained exactly what she wanted to do, 
and exactly what the terms were, and it quickly became 
no laughing matter. It was a powerful idea, and it 
frightened me as much as it aroused me.

We talked about it late into the night, and in the end, 
before we fell asleep, we agreed that we would try it. 
After the first time, I wanted it again. And again. And 
although every time I am trapped inside of it I struggle 
against it and want so desperately for it to end, when 
it finally does end I can only think of the next time.

Has it been five minutes? Yes, I think it has. She is 
using her fingers on me, caressing the full length of my 
shaft. We're still in the easy part. The first ten 
minutes or so are a doddle. She knows it, I know it. So 
she just plays. And I try to relax.

How long had she thought about this idea before 
presenting it to me? For how long had it occupied such a 
treasured place in her mind's library of sexual 
fantasies? Sure, we'd been into role-playing and kinky 
games from the beginning. But this? This was something 
different. I think that's why she kept it to herself for 
so long.

Oh, god. Now it starts in earnest. Everything else has 
been a prologue to this. She takes my cock in her mouth 
and begins to tease it. Deft little wet traces with her 
tongue. A gentle sucking that suddenly stops. Fluttering 
her lips against the head. God. It's all downhill from 
here.

The other reason she probably kept it to herself for so 
long is the very reason she's so damnably good at this. 
She needed to learn me inside and out. She had to know 
me and my reactions better than I know them myself. And 
she knows. She knows them all. There is no move I can 
make, no trick I can try to hurry her. I cannot take her 
by surprise. And I cannot force her hand.

It would almost be easier if she simply forbade me to 
come. "Don't come, or I'll punish you." At least then I 
would be able to harbor the illusion that I have a 
choice in the matter, even if it meant being punished if 
I came without her permission. But I don't even have 
that. She doesn't forbid me to come for the same reason 
that you don't need to forbid someone from breaking the 
laws of physics. It's just not possible.

And so I try. I try so hard. Every time.

And I fail. Every time.

I no longer have any idea how long I've been lying here, 
being pushed ever closer to an orgasm that never 
arrives. It feels like years. Oh, the things she does to 
my cock! Loving caresses, gentle squeezes, treating it 
as if it were a fragile lollipop rather than a hungry, 
desperate piece of flesh. And then, unpredictably, 
grasping my cock with her lips and fucking me with her 
whole mouth, giving me the most incredible sensations 
that can be imagined, sucking me as hard as she can, 
pulling me and forcing me toward that sweet release that 
I just _know_ I will have at last...

And then stopping. Nothing. No sensation. My hips rise 
off the bed, beyond conscious control, straining at the 
empty air. There is nothing there for me. I cannot help 
but whimper as I give up the struggle and collapse back 
onto the bed, my muscles taut, sweat beginning to cover 
me as I am allowed a few moment's respite. And then I 
moan as I feel her begin again with her tender--and 
utterly frustrating--ministrations.

Oh, if only she would touch me somewhere else! Anywhere 
on my body, anything at all, just _some_ other 
sensation. If she would just kiss my lips, or brush her 
fingers against my nipples, or even spank my inner 
thighs... anything! 

How can she so single-mindedly focus all her attention 
on my cock? Until it feels as if the rest of my body 
becomes less substantial, less real, a figment of my 
imagination, while my cock seems to grow 
proportionately, taking over my mind, until I feel that 
that is all I am. One enormous, throbbing cock. 

No brain, no heart, no hands... nothing that could 
identify me as a human being with a personality. Just 
this mindless slab of meat that some cruel trickster god 
hardwired to be perpetually teetering on the edge of an 
explosion that will never come.

Another hour passes, two, three, and I no longer have a 
rational mind to tell me that my sense of time is all 
distorted. I have entered a state of pure primal energy. 
I cannot even think the words, but my body tells me that 
she is working me vigorously again, bobbing her mouth up 
and down on the head of my cock while her hand 
masturbates the shaft. 

I'm barely aware of the fact that my hips writhe beyond 
control. I have no idea what sounds are passing through 
my lips; if I am saying something that can remotely pass 
for English or if I'm merely babbling like an idiot.

Nothing I do can get the slightest reaction from her. I 
learned that early. Begging and pleading for release are 
not punished. They are simply ignored. She does not say 
a word to me, not a single word, during the torment. 
Nothing to even remotely indicate that she's aware of my 
existence as something apart from my cock. It is the 
ultimate objectification, and it fills me with equal 
parts terror and arousal.

And oh...here it comes...I can feel it now. The hour 
must almost be up. It feels like ten or twelve hours, or 
maybe days. Time has no meaning anymore. She's working 
my cock gently but consistently, the perfect rhythm to 
push me over the edge into my much-needed orgasm. I'm 
moaning at full volume without even being aware of it, 
panting and writhing on the sweat-soaked sheets.

The wave is starting to build. It begins at my toes and 
works its way up slowly. God, it's going to be big. Oh 
my god... Ahh...it's like...it feels like...oh god, it's 
too big. It's too much. The wave...it's not a wave, it's 
a fucking tsunami and it's going to bury me. I can't 
handle this. I can't. It's going to rip me apart. It 
will destroy me. Doesn't she know this will kill me? 
Make it stop make it stop oh god oh god oh god 
please...!

Oh.

There.

Now.

I lose it.

Screaming myself hoarse.

My body exploding up through and out of my cock.

The whole universe exploding out of my cock.

Nothing exists but this.

I do not exist.

I am

not

only the

explosion

I...
	
...there's light... I can see again. I can feel my 
lover, my Lady, holding me. Somehow I am no longer 
bound. I'm shaking, my mouth nuzzled and whimpering 
against her hot neck. She talks to me in soothing tones, 
just holding me while my universe rebuilds itself. 

She knows from past experience that when I have 
recuperated I will want to make love to her, to touch 
every part of her, to satisfy my own sensual needs by 
filling myself up with all the explorations of her that 
I have craved for the past hour. She knows I will bring 
her the same ecstasy she has given me. But she's in no 
hurry. She's never in a hurry.

I shudder as I think of that, and think about the next 
time she will have me at her mercy.

END

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