My Submissive

"You are trained to resist, to hold it back until your mistress gives you permission," I go on. "You are trained to hold it inside, to hold in your sperm?"

Another flinch from his cock. He knows now. He has no doubt. He knows exactly what will be expected of him. He also knows what I want.

"Yes, my Mistress!" He even confirms it.

"Interesting!" I consider the implications of his words. This one will be fun, a real treat. Not just big in size, but properly trained as well. Not trained as much as I would like, but then a girl can't have everything. Perhaps I will someday have to complete his training. It will be fun to make him obey.

I notice my hand stroking faster than what I want. It makes me excited, what I have learned about this new male stud. I have to put forth a considerable effort to slow back down and make him last.

"I guess that means," I eventually return from my fantasy and come back down to reality. "That must mean you will resist my extensive use of your cock, but you still have your limitations?" I continue with my line of questioning.

"I have limitations!" He confirms with the release of a deep breath.

"And what are those limitations?" I want to know. "Are they, how should I say it?" I consider how to ask the question, and then ask it anyway. "Are they extensive?"

"I'm, I'm," He stutters. "I'm not sure how to answer."

Of course he isn't sure. He can't be sure. He doesn't know me yet, doesn't know how forceful I will be, how strict I will hold him to the rules. He doesn't know what extensive use I will put to his cock, but he soon will. By the time the sun rises in the morning, he will know fully.

"Then let me ask it this way," I rephrase. "Will you be able to hold in your sperm much longer? If I continue stroking on your cock like I am now doing right now, will you be able to hold back your cum for me?"

"I, I, think so," Again the stutters.

"And what if I stroke faster?" I demonstrate with my hand. "What then? Will you still be able to hold in your sperm for me?"

"I, I'll try," His breathing becomes faster. Immediately I hear the affect my hand has on him. I like what I hear, so decide to go on.

"And what if I also squeeze down tighter," Again, I demonstrate. He begins to moan. He doesn't need to answer with words. His moans tell me everything I need to know.

"I'm trying," He answers in a plea, and I can tell he really is trying. My hand rapidly strokes up and then back down his meaty pole. My fingers curl in tight, wrapped around. A normal male would have exploded already. I slow to give him a reprieve.

"Very good!" I congratulate his performance. "I see you have been trained quite well. Perhaps not fully trained to meet my needs, but well enough. Your training will serve you well to pleasure me and my girlfriends."

"Yes, Mistress Mellissa," He once again formally addresses me by my title. I so much like it when he calls me mistress.

"Oh yes, there are my friends too," I emphasize my last point. "I don't know about your former mistress, but I like to show off my boys after they are trained. We like to show off to each other, and you should make for quite an entertaining show."

"Yes Mistress Mellissa," He answers after a long pause.

I can't wait to show him off. My girlfriends are going to be so jealous when they see his size. It's not every day a girl gets lucky enough to find a boy with a ten inch pole. And so young and full of vitality too! He can't be much over 18 years of age. A boy his age can sometimes do it two, even three times in one day. I fantasize what it will be like to have him for breakfast, lunch, and then dinner.

"Did she show you?" I want to know how experienced he might be in this area too. "Tell me, did your former mistress like to show you, you know, like at parties?"

"Not often," He answers to my delight. Good! That means he is inexperienced too. A picture forms in my mind, a picture of a shy young man in front of my girlfriends. That is, a shy, naked young man, acting embarrassed in front of my girlfriends. He will not like it when I show him off, but this will only further his debasement.

"And when she did show you," I go on to ask a more personal, more humiliating question. "I mean when she showed you off to her girlfriends at parties, did she show you with a boner?"

It takes him longer to answer this question. First he gives me an answer with a shake of his head. Only when I stop stroking his tool does he answer verbally.

"No Lady Mellissa."

Again, I take delight. More inexperience, I like it. His debasement, even humiliation will be total.

"Then you should know," I decide to start early. "I might as well tell you this in advance, Richard, but when I show you off at my parties, I will make sure to show you with a full boner. I will display you to my girlfriends naked and with a full boner every time."

A moan comes from above me. I can tell this disturbs him. He is not accustomed to being displayed hard, and I can see why he might be disturbed by what I hold in my hand. It comes from his size, of course. He worries what the young women will do when they catch sight of him.

"Does this bother you?" I decide to ask. "Do you have a problem with me showing you off at parties while your cock stands inflated, tall, and at its longest length for all my girlfriends to gaze upon?"

Another moan and then the proper answer. "It does not matter if it bothers me," He says to my delight. "You are free to show me however you wish."

"That's right!" I congratulate him on giving the correct answer. "And I wish to show you hard. My girlfriends like to see males with full boners, and they are going to go absolutely crazy when I let them see yours."

This does disturb him. I feel it through my hand. I also hear it through the worried moan sounding out from above me. His inexperience will make it even better. I imagine his shyness, and then imagine my girlfriends screaming when they first catch sight of him.

"I will first have you hold it inside for me," I tell him exactly how I wish to display him. "I will have you hold in your sperm for a very long time while I play and tease on you. And then, when you can hardly stand holding it inside any longer, I'm going to bring you out and show you off. I'm going to show off my latest purchase, which will be your hard, erect, dripping cock. I'm going to show you off to all my girlfriends while your cock stands upright in its full glory."

He makes no answer to this statement. Indeed I am going to show off his cock, and then I'm going to show off what I can do with it too. Only after all my girlfriends are present and are gathered around watching, only then will I give him permission to cum. This portion of his debasement, however, I do not tell him. I hold back because I want it to be a surprise. If his previous Mistress never showed him off with a boner, then it logically follows that he has never been publically cummed either. The shock on his face will be worth the wait. I can't wait to witness his total humiliation at having to cum while a small cadre of women watch him do so.

"I'm not saying this as a request," I switch back to the subject at hand. I want to make sure he fully understands and appreciates what he has gotten himself into. "This isn't something that might happen. It is something that will happen, and it will happen soon. I can't wait to show you off to my girlfriends."

Still he says nothing. I go right on and continue stroking his dick through all of it. He is fighting me, I can tell, resisting what comes natural.

"How are you feeling?" I soon ask. "Are you working to hold it inside?"

He nods and then answers: "Yes mistress."

"Are you working to hold in your sperm?" I want to hear more. "Are you purposely trying to hold back your sperm and keep it in your balls?"

"Yes mistress," He says more quickly the second time.

"Then you are doing well," I decide on a compliment. "Keep holding it back. Keep letting those balls fill up. You only have one ball filled so far. Now you need to work to fill the other."

He lets out a desperate moan at this remark. I've effectively told him that I am only half-done. I still have a lot of stroking planned for his cock, and I really do. To emphasize the point, I let go of his shaft for a moment to feel up his balls.

"Oh yes, you still have a long ways to go," I conclude as I feel the meaty orbs with my fingers. "Not even bloated yet. I need to first get your nuts big and bloated so you have more to show off to me."

I feel up his balls for less than a minute, and then go right back up to his shaft again. I don't give him rest, no retrieve. I want to test his stamina.

"But not for a long time," I make him moan when I start up again. "I want to see how well disciplined you are. I need to know how well she trained your cock so I know how much further training I must give it."

My momentary reprieve seems to have relaxed him, the pause in my stroking action makes him sound less desperate. Lucky for me, however, his giant cock hasn't lost any of its stiffness. It remains as firm as ever, and I feel it leaks out increased amounts of lubricant after the first few strokes. It stands upright and so unbelievably tall. I distinctly notice the way my hand moves in an almost vertical direction when I stroke it.

"You are doing well," I can't help but compliment. "Very good! I can tell you will be a very satisfying fuck."

Another moan from above me, a slight twitch in his cock as well. Hints of sex excites him. He probably finds me attractive, but then why not? I like to consider myself a pretty girl. Trim body, cute features, and with perfectly sized boobs. I do not look at all domineering, or at least not nearly as domineering as I now feel. He probably finds me attractive and would very much like to have a go with me in the sack.

"Yes, I'm sure you will give a very long and satisfying fuck," I decide to be more explicit in order to tease him. "You might even like that too, wouldn't you? How would you like to fuck me?"

"Yes!" I hardly hear him voice out loud. Another twitch in his cock too.

"I bet you would like to fuck my body," I give him hope. "I bet you would like to fuck me a lot. Tell me, do you like to fuck pretty girls with small boobs?"

"Very much!" He answers honestly.

"Good!" I like his answer. "Because I like being fucked. I need to be fucked often, at least three times per day, but only by boys who are properly trained in the fine art of fucking. The only cocks I allow inside are those that can properly hold in their sperm long enough to first give me an orgasm."

The cock in my hand twitches again.

"We'll have to see if your cock is properly trained," I refrain from giving him a definite answer. "It all depends on how well trained you are. I might have to train your cock further before I allow it inside."

"Yes, Lady Mellissa," He acknowledges this temptation with a moan.

"With me on top," I add. "Of course, I will be on top. I always take the top, and I'm going to enjoy riding you."

I can't help but think what it will feel like to ride this one. With his cock being so long, it will go in so deep. I will be able to thrust up and then back down on him such a long distance. He is sure to give me an orgasm, not only from his size but more important because of his training.

I wouldn't mind him taking the top too, and then perhaps taking me from behind as well. Not at first. First, I will need to establish who is in charge. Perhaps later we will experiment with multiple positions. Yes, I certainly will have to experiment with this one in many different positions. It would be especially satisfying to receive an orgasm from behind and then another from a hard ride.

I suddenly realize my stroking action has accelerated. I did it without thinking -- or perhaps I was thinking, that is, all those dirty thoughts. He doesn't like this. It feels like he is on the edge, about to let go. I immediately slow to give him some reprieve.

"I hope you have been sufficiently trained to ride," I go back to my original thought. "I like to go riding. You would make for a good ride. Do you think I might be able to ride you later in the week?"

"If you wish," He accepts my dominance. "I will make myself available."

I like his answer. "Of course you will," I accept. "You will make your cock available to me, whenever I wish."

"Yes, Lady Mellissa," Again he accepts. "I will make my cock available to you."

I like this too. "That means you will make it hard for me too," I turn more explicit. "Not just any cock, but I will demand you make it stand hard and upright too. You will provide me with a stiff cock whenever I desire it."

"A stiff cock," He agrees. "Yes, Lady Mellissa."

He is actually doing quite well. I've been jerking on him for a long time already. He's been sporting a hard-on for even longer. Most men would have exploded a long time ago. I can tell this one has received considerable training.

"Keep holding it inside," I encourage further. "Hold in that sperm. I'll let you cum, but first you have to hold it in."

The moans turn louder, his hips begin to shake. Already it has been a long time, I know. If he was fucking, he would have given me an orgasm a long time ago, but then that is the whole purpose of training a male. Males must be trained to satisfy. I despise a premature ejaculation. This one has the stamina to hold it in until I orgasm, perhaps a double orgasm. He will be tested, extensively.

"Did your former mistress always allow you to release?" I decide to change my line of questioning while I stroke.

"Release?" He answers back in the form of a question. "Do you mean from her restraints?"

His answer surprises me. It also intrigues me. Not what I had in mind, but still intriguing. Briefly, I imagine him in restraints, perhaps in shackles, around the wrists and ankles. Naked too, naturally, and with his gigantic cock full on display and available for me to do with however I please. I am tempted to restrain him now, tie him down before continuing my play, but then decide there will be plenty of time for that later.

"We'll have to come back to your restraints later in the week," I decide to tempt him. "But no, that is not what I meant. Not release from your restraints. I meant the release of your sperm. What I really want to know is how often did she allow you to cum, or was she a mistress who preferred to train you by holding it back?"

"Holding it back!" He admits to my delight. "She wouldn't let me!"

He says it louder than need be, almost in a shout. I can hear how much he fights it. It sounds like she held him back often. Perhaps she was a mistress who didn't appreciate a cum. For myself, I really like to watch a male cum. I so much enjoy the sight of a naked young man when he climaxes.

"Did she often hold it back?" I want to know specifics. "Do you mean to say she would masturbate on your cock like I am doing now, and not allow you to cum in the end?"

"She wouldn't allow it," He almost pleads with me to do just the opposite.

"So she would stroke or fuck on your cock for a very long time while you held your sperm in for her?" Still I want to hear more. "And then sometimes she would stop simply because she felt like it?"

"She would stop!" He tells me. "She stopped to punish me. She said it was to train me."

I like his answer. I briefly consider doing the same myself, leaving him wanting, needing him needing. I wonder how long it will take his cock to deflate to normal size, perhaps it might stay hard, hard and firm until I finish with it. It would be interesting to find out. Perhaps later, but not now.

"That must have been terrible," I pretend to feel sorry for him. "I mean to have your cock stroked for so long and then not allow the release of your sperm!"

"It was!" He agrees.

"To have all that thick, white sperm held up inside," I describe it. "All that sperm swelled up, unused in your balls."

I think of his full, bloated balls, and then think of how much they must already contain. He will be putting on a hell of a show, I know. I think of the long white strings that will soon be shooting out from the tip of his cock, but no need to tell him.

"In case you may be wondering," I make sure to leave him in need. "I may not allow you to release either."

A moan suddenly escapes his lips. "Please Mellissa," He begs under his breath, and then a series of whimpers. It makes him sound like a dog, like a dog in need. I so much enjoy that sound.

"In fact," I add to increase his anxiety. "I happen to subscribe to the philosophy that the release of sperm from the male cock should be considered a privilege."

More whimpers. "Please Mellissa," He almost begs. I can feel in the firmness of his hard cock how much he fights to hold back. He can hardly stand it, and I am so much enjoying myself.

"It should be considered a reward," I continue to torment. "Thus, I will only rarely allow you to release. Even after an incessant amount of masturbation or a long fuck, you will be required to hold in your sperm for me."

"Please no!" He starts to plead with me. "No Mellissa, please! Not again!"

His words give me hope. His mention of doing it again makes me wonder. No wonder he is able to hold out for so long. His previous mistress indeed must have made him hold it, even more than I usually do. He is such a submissive, the equivalent of a male whore.

"It's the only way to properly train a male to be ridden," I let him know the reason behind all my training. He already knows this, yes, but I want him to hear me say it.

"Yes, Lady Mellissa," He even agrees, to my delight.

"And I will be riding you often," I let him know. "And I will be riding you hard!" I emphasize my last word with a little stronger than normal tug on my next stroke of his cock. It almost sends him over the edge. More moans sound from somewhere above me. It takes him a few seconds to recover, and through it all I am careful not to let up on my pumping action. I never let up, never allow him any relief.

"I demand much of my males," I casually tell him. "And I demand it often."

Another moan, and then his cock shudders. I think he is going to do it. Briefly, I consider pausing my stroking action to help him last longer, but a moment later come to my senses and realize I must not show any weakness. The shutter comes from the word I use, I know. I mention fucking. I let him know he will be fucking me. He certainly will be fucking me, but the fucks will be on my terms, not his.

"And speaking of my demands," I think back to what he mentioned earlier. "Earlier you said something about restraints? Did your previous Mistress often use restraints on you?"

"Yes," It takes him several seconds to respond. He acts as though he doesn't want me to know this.

"And were you naked when she restrained you?" The image forms on my mind, his muscular body in ropes and chains. "Did she first strip you naked before she took away your ability to resist?"

"Usually," He admits between breaths. "Sometimes she restrained me with a few clothes still on too, but they never stayed on for very long."

"Of course they didn't!" I think it obvious. "And it will be the same with me," I let him know. "It is important for a naked man to be restrained. It is important in the training of your cock. If not for the restraints, you might be tempted to reach down and jerk yourself off."

"Never!" He answers to my delight.

"Exactly!" I give him a smile. "That is why I sometimes prefer to have you restrained. It is often necessary, especially if I am to subject you to a prolonged cock-tease. I will need to have you in a position where you are unable to resist my efforts."

Another shutter. His cock appears ready to shoot at any moment. I keep stroking through it all, never stopping, not even slowing down. I am relentless, continuing to pump my hand on his cock at the same, constant rate.