“If you do this for me babe, I will not only be extremely grateful but I will also reward you, more than you can imagine.” You think about my request for a little while before eventually and reluctantly relenting. “Good. You will thank me for this later. I promise.”
My request seemed quite hefty to you: to not have sex, jack off, or do anything to cause yourself to ejaculate until next weekend. You mentioned to me during our last conversation that you were unable to call me until then, which was the catalyst for my asking that you wait a full week.
It’s not that I wanted to punish you for not being with me until then. I didn’t want you to know why I was doing it, but I did have my reasons. The day after our last call you emailed me thanking me for getting you off so gloriously the night before. “You’re welcome, babe. I just love the sound of your voice when I’m coaxing a load from you.”
A couple of days later, you’re beginning to really feel the strain of my request. Your next email to me is met with no sympathy. “I’m sorry, dear. This is something I need you to do for me. Besides, you promised and it means a lot to me.” A day before our next rendezvous you write me again, begging me to let you unload. “Hon, you’ve made it this far. I know it’s hard (he he), but it will be worth it. Just hang in there.”
Finally, the day arrives! You awaken to the thought of how incredible it’s going to feel when my voice is on the other end of the line. Before you jump in the shower, you sent me an email assuring me that you’ve kept your promise. “You’ve been a very good boy. I’m proud of you. It won’t be much longer.”
Our call is scheduled for 10 pm. You call me at 9:50 hoping to get started sooner. I answer the line and you feel your entire body begin to convulse. “I’m already stroking it for you, Ashlee.” Hearing this meets with my disapproval. I order you to put your clothes back on. Until 10 pm, you are not to jerk that cock (my cock!). It crushes you, but you’ve come this far, you’re not going to do anything to disappoint me.
When the clock strikes 10:00, I say “Okay, babe. Please take your pants off. It’s almost time to begin.”
“Almost, you reply?”
“Yes almost. There’s something I need for you to do first.” I instruct you to take the tips of your fingers and gently lift up your balls.” I can hear you take a sudden short breath.
“Ashlee, they’re so heavy. My balls are so—my god they’re just so full!”
“Not for long, my baby. Let’s empty them. Cumming just once won’t be enough to drain them. We’ll need at least 2 or 3 explosions before I have you completely dry again. I think we’re up to it.”
“Aren’t you glad you waited?” Just then, your eyes started to roll back in your head as you yelled “Yessss!”
“Good things cum to those who wait, my love.”
I told you that you’d be rewarded for holding out.